#intense and with slightly scary vibes but Good

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

ancient vitani WIP be freeeee

#the lion king 2 #vitani #kiara #kovu #oc cub #fanart #my art #she'd be a great aunt #intense and with slightly scary vibes but Good #imagine zazu being like “i BEG your pardon princess but- don't you find that grin of hers at ALL alarming? or slightly evil perhaps??” #and kiara just laughs #she's heard too many stories from kovu abut vitani looking out for her brothers #kiara is a-okay with leaving cubs alone with her sister-in-law #if anyone so much as LOOKs at those cubs funny #vitani will bite bite kill destroy

[ohsunnyboy]

stopping me now | jung sungchan ˚₊‧⁺˖

early mornings, bitter coffee and jung sungchan, all staples of your office life until one morning goes wrong just right

TAGS: office!au, gn!reader, romcom type of vibe, forced proximity, strangers to lovers, sorta mutual pining, awkward!reader who is rly intense abt their spreadsheets

A/N: office au is my fav au so sungchan in one is my ultimate self-indulgence! sorry it's been a while :] (first riize fic let's goooo)

WORDS: ~1950

Jung Sungchan is missing.

Ding! 

You don't actually know each other. Counting the months, it's been almost a year of standing in silent acknowledgement within this tiny elevator. In fact, you shouldn't even know his name! You only managed to find it out when he dropped his lanyard when you two were clocking out, and you picked it up for him, but he only blushed, yelped his thanks and ran!

Was he hiding unapproved invoices? was his department over budget? you swear that the accounting department isn't that scary!

Ding!

Should standing in an elevator for nearly fifteen minutes count as your morning commute? It really shouldn't but here you are. The coffee in your hands went cold about 5 floors ago, the usual ache in your feet is starting to kick in, and you can feel the humidity wreaking havoc on your hair. You really do want to curse out the big shot who thought that having offices on the 40th floor was a good idea. Partly, you think that Sungchan would also curse them out as well.

By floor thirty something, you almost fall asleep before a familiar sight steps into the lift. And unfortunately enough, he looks to be in the same state as you are.

Ready to murder, or be the first one to die in said horror film. You wonder if Sungchan likes horror movies too. Every office worker should: it gets the stress out very well. In fact, he might’ve been staying up late watching them; the bags under his eyes really don’t compliment the lack of caffeine in his hands. You almost feel half tempted to give him your own cold cup to help tide his morning over.

Sungchan slots right into place at the back of the elevator next to you. His broad shoulders knocking into you slightly due to the cramp of the lift.

After a year of it, you’d like to think you’re used to the space he takes up in your life; physically and mentally.

The thing is, for a guy that works an office job, Jung Sungchan is not a bad looking man at all. Always looking like he's attending the first day of school with a pressed collar and ironed tie, it's hard to look... and not fall in love with him in the process. Never once in your commuting life have you ever seen a hair out of place on him. He's closest you've ever physically gotten to the picture of corporate happiness and 100% customer satisfaction, while you get into daily arguments with your Excel spreadsheet.

Ding!

A trolley of files comes wheeling into the cube of claustrophobia, forcing you to squeeze further into the corner until you find yourself between a cold corner and a warm place. The thought of whatever department’s budget goes flying out the window when — Ah.

The smell of citrus falls over you like a waterfall. Sungchan’s cologne must be dumped in his hair because it’s suddenly all you know. It makes you dizzy, so much so, that you barely notice him sheepishly grinning down at you. He’s leant on his forearm, next to your head, caging you in, and his other is desperately trying not to dig his messenger bag into your side.

"So sorry about this," he whispers. It feels conspiratorial in the tight space, but almost everyone else has earbuds in and probably have bigger things to worry about.

You tilt up to look at him, not forgetting to linger on the long column of his throat exposed by his grey suit. "S'fine,” you mumble up to him, sorely aware of the way his wide eyes stare into yours. "Nice to meet you?" you eke out. You try and go for casual and smooth, but your heart sounds like a clattering of the subway: raucous in your ears.

Maybe it has been a year of pining away. Staring after Sungchan and his unfairly good proportions and rolling mountain shoulders. You don’t know how the PR interns haven’t already kidnapped him to make some sexy corporate calendar. However, you do know that it would increase revenue for the entire first quarter and save you about 10 less board meetings on budget caps. The content of said photoshoots is all you can dazedly think about as he shifts again, shuffling further into the wall and further into your mental mess.

Ding!

Sungchan’s smile is wicked as it breaks you from your thoughts. "Lovely to meet you, elevator buddy." And he sends you an overconfident wink for your efforts – with a small blush to dash. “Would love to shake your hand but, we’re ah – a bit occupied.”

You quirk a brow. “Elevator buddy?”

Sungchan’s grin doesn’t relent, even at your scrunched expression. "I've spent the past year calling you that, you're not stopping me now.” He says the last bit under his breath, as the lady with the trolley backs up even further into him and pushes him impossibly closer to you. His lips end up skimming your forehead and sending an involuntary chill down your spine, while your right hand ends up flat on his chest, your left jammed awkwardly into your side with your coffee.

Pull it together, please God, pull it together.

“The last year?” Is all you can get out coherently. It’s impossible to take deep breaths when every thought in your head is being thrown out of a metaphorical window. Citrus and smoke, hands and lips, months and quarters. This elevator crush is going to haunt you for life if you go back to silence after all this. Stop asking questions damn it!

Sungchan hums, the sensation sinking into your bones. “It’s about then, no? It was my first time in the building because it was the BigHit and Pledis merger last year,” he says, awfully fond. “You had a massive dossier of balance sheets, and I crashed into you in the elevator lobby because you never saw me. Your papers went everywhere!” Sungchan trails off in a laugh, however your mind starts taking very careful steps back into the past…

You barely remember last year. Only the stress piling up on your table from one too many days working after hours in the quiet with Eunseok. The grid lines of spreadsheets permanently etched onto your screens and into your retinas. Neither company was willing to give an inch for each other in spite of the whole “merger” idea, forcing far too many revisions, far too close to the deadline those prissy higher ups set. And so, the entire fate of departments rested on your two heavily overworked shoulders.

Running into someone like Sungchan would have never crossed your mind then. Being all wrapped up in your stress, there was no way you’d pay that much attention to a pretty face. One incident in particular though… ding!

“Wait… you’re the one that spilt their pretentious oat milk chai latte on the finalised budget reports?!” You don’t even know if that was his actual drink order but all you remember was flying into a fit of red rage when green bled all over your precious, freshly printed work.

To hell with kissing him; a kiss with your fist was way more overdue. 

Sungchan practically squawks as he jumps to justify himself. “I didn’t spill anything! I just accidentally walked into you and the papers – and my latte ­– went flying! Not my fault.” His hand snakes down from the wall and onto yours resting on his chest. If you could physically look him in the eyes, you’d be sure there’d be some fire of determination in them.

Now, it’s his heartbeat, clattering under your ear like the ticking of keycaps; it’s his heat, sticking his shirt under your palm like tack; it’s his voice, shaking like an intern at the barest critique. His hand dwarfs yours: long fingers tracing the lines of yours. 

Your temper matches in step with your heart, beating against your mind in double time. “Do you know how long it takes to print double sided for a full dossier?! All of it to end up on the floor, covered in your hipster green tea latte! I have full authority to half whatever budg—"

Ding!

— “Hey, you two, this is your floor.” The tired voice of general manager Kim Doyoung chirps in. Red floods your face at the thought of someone watching you lose your head. Nevertheless, Doyoung watches on with a boredom only he could achieve. “You, save the death threats for feedback week, and Sungchan — don’t mess with someone from accounting.”

Sungchan takes the hint and peels himself off you, the smell of citrus still making you dizzy. The crowd barely parts, but he uses his size, pushing the way for the both of you. His enormous hand holding yours through the crowd and guiding you out of the cube of stress. When the doors whir shut behind you, he takes your empty coffee cup and dumps it into the bin.

Never would you think you’d be left hand in hand with Sungchan in an isolated elevator lobby. He’s still clasped onto you with a vice grip: his heat searing into your palms like hot iron. It burns being this close. The buzzing AC in the lobby being the only thing keeping you alive.

Nobody talks for a second, letting the silence say it’s piece before your mouth starts moving before you’ve processed what it’s doing. "If anyone reports us to HR, I am so so sorry.”

Sungchan takes a breath, blinking those wide doe eyes at you before his face splits into a grin. “No, don’t worry. I don’t think Doyoung-hyung will kick up much fuss,” he smiles.

Only now do you remember Doyoung is the head of HR and your heart kicks into double time again, but how is Sungchan so calm about this? As if reading your mind, he squeezes your hand to reassure you before dropping your it. “Stop looking so worried! Just look.” He pulls his lanyard out from where he usually stashes it in his breast pocket, and you nearly trip over your feet when you see it.

"I am HR." What the hells.

The look on your face must give it all away as Sungchan’s laugh echoes in the empty elevator lobby. And hells, the kid – is he even younger than you?? – knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger. "Maybe I will just file a complaint,” he says with a smile. “What was that again? Threatening to half our department budget?”

He tilts his head all coy like he’s not the one at fault here. The audacity, really. You shake your head in mild disbelief and shrug off your nerves. Oh, you know what? Might as well go for it. What’s stopping you now? Definitely not HR.

"Bold words from someone who singlehandedly setback the entire Bighit-Pledis merger back by a whole day,” you counter, head raised in even challenge. Sensible accountant alarm bells are ringing in your mind, but you clamp down on them. “Shouldn’t you, be making up to me?”

It’s your turn to fan your lashes and pout your lips. Savouring in the way he pretends to think and avoid staring at your pouted lips.

"There might just be something..." His long fingers pull you in by the lapels, just a hair away. A blush must flush all the way down you from the way his eyes light up. You watch his lips curl into that grin of his, already thinking about what’s next. Citrus and smoke, hands and lips, months and quarters.

"Not here, sweetness." And his smile is just as deadly as yours.

Fuck the spreadsheets. You’ve got a private meeting in board room #127 with corporate happiness.

hope i haven’t lost my touch :) thanks sm for reading and if you enjoyed, a reblog would be nice to help encourage more <3 ⭒ masterlist

#you can pry office aus out of my cold dead hands #riize #riize x reader #jung sungchan x reader #kpop #kpop fanfic #office au #jung sungchan imagines #jung sungchan fanfic #jung sungchan fluff #riize imagines #riize fluff #jung sungchan #fanfiction

[disneyprincemuke]

i don't want you like a best friend

alternatively: love wasn't always easy for us (next)

in which their trip to the bahamas two years ago suddenly becomes a push and pull game that neither of them knew the rules to

(series masterlist)

she huffs, jumping as she hikes her bag up her shoulder. with the other hand, she pushes her luggage ahead of her while she shoots daggers at the older boy next to her. "why did i agree to this again?"

"because it's the last two weeks before summer break ends, and logan wants to at least step foot into the bahamas at least once this year," oscar mutters, carefully eyeing the older boy walking ahead of them. "it's not that big of a deal."

"i don't like beaches. it's hot, sand gets in my hair, and the ocean is scary," she lists out her complaints as she narrows her eyes down into another glare. "why couldn't we just have spent it in florida with his family?"

"because that's not the bahamas," oscar points out. "come on, don't be a vibe killer. it's the one thing logan wanted to do this summer break."

she actually doesn't mind the beach all that much. what she minds is watching the guy she's having a current massive crush on flirt with girls and eventually hook up with them.

it seemed like a good idea agreeing to go three weeks ago, convinced that she was on the verge of breaking free from the grasp of his stupid blue eyes and charming smile. but no, she still lies awake at night in the room next to his, thinking about his conversation in the kitchen with oscar about having a reciprocated crush on her.

she was so close to getting over him when she found that out. now it's just like it was about three weeks ago.

she had mistakenly stared into his blue eyes too long after an intense game of twister, tangled up with his body as she tried to retain her title of reigning champion in their household. her arms shortly gave out after that, admitting defeat and then running to her bedroom to call xyriel about her newfound crush.

everyone just assumed she was being a sore loser about losing the title, but she was actually giggling softly with xyriel and leia about how she never noticed how his eyes sparkled under the light. the loss didn't even feel as serious as it typically does.

"the bahamas is stupid," she mutters. "florida's better than that, anyway."

"you just don't wanna be on a yacht, admit it."

"being in the sea for an indefinite amount of time without land nearby just seems like a clear death wish. i'm too young to die! i've got history to make, you know?"

oscar stares at her. "we went to barcelona like you wanted, then we went to scotland like i wanted. so we're going to the bahamas like logan wants."

she maintains her frown. "fine. but you're buying me at least three cocktails when we get there."

"i'm pretty sure logan's got that covered," oscar snorts with a soft laugh. "he said yesterday he can't believe you agreed to this trip."

"oh, come on," logan sighs, throwing his head back and slumping his shoulders. he sways slightly and pouts his bottom lip out at the girl under the covers. "you're seriously not joining us for drinks at the bar downstairs?"

"i don't really feel like drinking," she sighs, shaking her head. "maybe i'll come down for a while to join you guys. but like, later."

"what? why not just come with us now?" logan whines, reaching out for her shoulder to shake her. "xyriel and leia have reserved the table and oscar and lily are making their way. dalton is also getting ready next door. you'll be all alone in here!"

she jolts when his hands come into contact with her skin, making her squeeze her eyes shut against the pillow in an attempt to suppress the goosebumps developing on her body. "logan."

"i'll pay for your half of the bill tonight," he says gently, lowering his face towards her.

"that's actually pretty convincing," she smiles, lifting her head from the pillow to look at him. she wipes her face completely and blinks at him blankly. "but no. you're going there to meet girls, anyway! xyriel will be your stand-in wingman tonight."

another thing that complicated it all for her is also the unfortunate fact that she's gotten so well at scoring logan dates and girls that he's just simply brought her everywhere the minute she turned 18.

but she just didn't feel like doing it tonight.

"what are you talking about? i'm not insisting you join us so you can find me a girl," logan laughs. the dipped end of her bed disappears, making her sigh in relief, only to tense up again when the other end dips down and he is brushing the hair away from her covered face. "let's go out and get drinks tonight with the group. leia, dalton and i swore off girls tonight, and xyriel promised no boys."

she closes her eyes when he has successfully cleared her face from her hair. "that's very sweet, but i really just want to stay in and watch a movie tonight."

"all by yourself?" logan sighs again. "you're going to watch a movie all by yourself on our first night in the bahamas?"

"yeah, the sound of the beach waves really fit the vibe. i was thinking of watching 'forgetting sarah marshall'."

"that kinda blows. sitting by the beach and getting drinks would obviously do you more benefits. it fills up your daily dose of human interaction too."

"i've been interacting with humans all day - we were at the airport where oscar was recognised by those guys, remember?"

"are you still upset about that?"

"yeah, a little! i really needed to pee."

"okay, what do i have to do to convince you to come down and at least grab dinner with us?"

she stares at him blankly, actually contemplating his offer. "you're that desperate to get me out of bed?"

"yeah, lily was asking if you'd be joining tonight."

she groans, slowly scrambling to climb out of her bed. "okay, fine. but you're paying for my bill tonight."

"great! go get ready!"

"see, this is fun, right?" logan smiles, leaning back into the cushion of the couch they managed to snag up in the corner of the boardwalk. "aren't you glad you came out to spend time with us?"

"yeah, i can't believe it," she answer monotonously, sipping on her mango shake. she watches logan lean forward to put his drink down before sinking into the couch once more. the stoic that paints her face slowly contorts into horror as she watches logan swing his arm back to rest on the area that's directly behind her.

her head snaps to the couch directly across her, widening her eyes at xyriel. "help me," she mouths.

xyriel shrugs at her with a sly mouth tugging at the ends of her mouth. the older girl simply starts to sip on her cocktail and tears her eyes off the struggling-to-keep-her-cool girl.

"ah, i know," logan mutters, sitting up in excitement. he slaps her knee gently. "let's go to the dance floor over there!"

she feels her heart start to race, and she's almost sure that it's going faster than humanly possible. she feels her cheeks start to heat up, her arms start to shake, the thoughts in her head start to blur themselves out and she almost slides off the couch the moment their eyes meet.

"maybe not."

"you never wanna do anything?" logan's statement comes out as a question, throwing his arms in the air. "did you even want to come with us to the bahamas?"

"okay, okay!" she throws her hands up in the air to surrender. "you're right - this is our last vacation before the second half of the year."

"exactly! so, let's go!" logan pushes himself off the couch and beckons for her to get up. he steps aside to let her walk ahead but does not notice the way she calls out for help from leia as she leaves their table. "join us when you guys are done eating!"

"ah, be safe!" oscar calls out right before he feeds himself a spoonful of the carbonara he's ordered.

"don't get lost!" dalton, logan's brother, calls out to them with a laugh.

"so, what's it to you? you're singling me out so i can help you find girls in the meantime or something?" she teases, his hands on her shoulders making her feel slightly giddy. she opens her mouth as they walk past the bar counter, hand darting out to tap this random girl on the shoulder. "have you met f2 dri-"

"sorry," logan apologises to the random girl sat at the bar, yanking his best friend away from the counter in horror. "why did you do that?"

"is that not why you pulled me out?"

"no, i genuinely invited you out to the dance floor with me!" logan frowns, smacking her shoulder gently. "i know you didn't wanna go to the bahamas."

"what?" she sings in guilt, turning to glance at him as he pushes past the crowd. "what makes you say that?"

"i can see it in your face," logan mutters with a roll of his eyes. "and you? say no to drinking in a foreign country? no way."

"what are you talking about? i'm not legal to drink here, logan. i'm not 21," she whispers, finally stopping in her tracks to turn to him. "you sound like you've drunk too much already."

"good thing we've got xyriel to get us all drinks, duh," logan answers softly, turning her back around to the direction of the dance floor. "time to show me your dance moves."

"see, we had so much fun!" logan slurs, leaning into her slightly as they walk across the dark pool area after closing time of the resort's club. "aren't you glad you came out with us?"

"i am! you're right - i had a lot of fun tonight," she nods, pushing him up gently to keep him upright.

while the rest of the group decided to tap out early from their night out, logan had whined and insisted that he wanted to see the club vibes through and through. he wasn't leaving until he was kicked out.

their friends raised their eyebrow at them, but she reassured them that she will yank logan back to their shared villa one way or another. even if it meant dragging him across the cobblestone bricks that riddled the entire resort.

so here they are, stumbling right by the villas that would lead to their own.

"but did you have fun with me, though? on the dance floor?" logan grins, slinging his arm lazily around her shoulders. he reels her into his side, pressing his lips against her temples for a wet and sloppy kiss. "i had fun with you."

"it's always fun with you, what do you mean?" she smiles, leaning into his lips as she wraps her arm around his waist.

she'd also given in to drinking a little bit more that night, and admittedly having fun. now they're both buzzed, and she has an excuse to be touchy with him. if it backfires when she does something unusual with him, she will just blame it on the alcohol.

"yeah, you like me more than oscar, don't you?" logan teases, scrunching his nose as he glances at her. "i'm your favourite friend."

she laughs, nodding to appease the drunken state of her best friend. "sure, logan."

"well, now i don't believe you," logan states, pulling away from her. he stomps his foot on the ground and folds his arms over his chest, turning his face away from her. "i don't like the tone in which you said that so you obviously don't mean it."

she turns around, eyebrows raising at his behaviour. "logan, it's late. let's debate this in the villa, okay?"

"nope, not until i'm convinced that i'm your favourite person in the whole wide world."

"logan? are you serious?"

"yes!"

"logan," she sings gently, walking over to him with her arms extended to grab his arms. "let's just go. you're super drunk and we're here for like four days. you don't want to spend tomorrow hungover in bed."

he whimpers, shoulders slumping slightly. he drops his chin to look down at her. "but you would take care of me if i'm too hungover to function tomorrow, right?"

"like i've been doing since you turned 18 two years ago," she laughs, her hands finally making contact with his arms. "let's go, mate?"

"no," logan breathes out, pulling her back into him when she attempted to guide him in the direction of the villas. "stay here with me for a minute."

"what's wrong?" worry paints her face as he starts acting calmer than before. her eyes follow logan's hands, lifted up to her face as he tries to brush back her stray hair behind her ears. "are you alright?"

"have i ever told you," he pauses to trace a line down her cheek with his fingertips, "how pretty you are?"

"only when you're drunk," she whispers back with a playful smile. "did you ingest some kind of poison and you've only got a couple minutes to live? is that why you're like this?"

"no," he shakes his head. a small smile appears on his face, tucking a finger under his chin to lift her eyes up to meet his. "i just think you look very pretty. i don't tell you that often."

she admits she almost felt her knees buckle at his words and melt on the ground at his words. logan had never been a very outwardly affectionate type unless he's drunk, so while this is expected behaviour out of him, it's never gotten quite as intimate as this.

she's had him fall asleep with his head in her lap before on the couch, but never has he been this close to her while whispering sweet words at her.

"it would be weird."

"it shouldn't be."

"logan, are you alright?"

he doesn't respond. and she freezes in her spot when his hand drags along her skin, cupping her cheek as he leans down into her. her eyes widen when he closes the gap between them and she has to forcibly swallow the scream bubbling from her stomach when their lips touch.

it's not her first kiss, but it may as well be.

"he what?" lily gasps, eyes popping out her head as she closes the door behind her. "logan kissed you last night?"

beneath the duvet that covered the bed, a head of hair pops out. she pushes her hair out of her face with squinted eyes and a prominent frown. "i am sleeping, lily."

"i know, but you texted me at 4am telling me that logan kissed you on the way back to the villa. am i supposed to just ignore that when it's the first text message i saw when i woke up?"

the girl scans her friend's outfit, nodding in understanding. lily's hair is still in a pair of braided pigtails, running down her shoulders, jumping over to her bed in pink pyjamas.

"did he say anything after that? did he confess something to you?" lily interrogates her, jumping into her bed excitedly with a squeal on her lips. "oh, my god! you're going to be with logan? oh, i'm so excited! we can go on double dates and go out and do couple stuff!"

she sighs, moving further into her bed to make space for the brit to lie with her. "i don't know what it means."

"you don't know what it means?" the excitement in lily's voice falters immediately. "what do you mean by that?"

"he smiled at me after he pulled away," she says, resting her cheek onto her palm as she recounts the hazy memories of their walk back to the villa. "and then he vomited."

"he hurled? after kissing you?"

"he did drink a lot, so i guess i'm not that offended."

"he hurled? i'm going to kick his ass, (y/n)! what the hell?"

"lily, calm down. it's way too early for you to be this mad," she whines, desperately taking lily's wrist into her hand. while she's not hungover, she is, however, quite affected by the alcohol and the lack of sleep. "inner voice, lils."

"how you're not fuming at his immediate reaction after kissing you is killing me!" lily grunts in a soft voice, smacking her arm. "why are you just letting him kiss you without saying anything else? what's it even mean?"

"we'll talk about it later," she giggles, pressing her lips together. she presses her fingertips against her lips, trying her best to remember how logan's lips felt against hers just hours prior.

the way she tasted vodka on his lips; she doesn't even typically lean towards the liquor but it tasted so good on him.

excitement bubbles in her chest again, now scrambling to sit up on her bed to meet lily's height. "oh, my god, logan kissed me!"

a scowl permanently carves her face as her eyes are trained on the other end of the yacht. there, logan stands, leaning against the wall with a beer pint in hand while the girl standing in front of him throws her head back to giggle.

"calm down, he's not even that funny," she mutters under her breath, sipping on her cocktail for a couple of seconds.

"cocktail, not juice," oscar cries, reaching out to pinch her straw and pulls it out of her mouth. "what is your problem, mate?"

"thirsty," she answers, opening her mouth to lean down to land a bite on his hand. oscar quickly retracts his hand away from her, gasping when she glares at him. "mind your business, oscar!"

"i thought you were finally starting to open up to the thought of holidays at the bahamas? what's wrong now?"

"what's right," lily scoffs, throwing her arms in the air as she rolls her eyes. "look at your stupid friend, babe."

oscar raises his eyebrows in confusion as he follows the driver's gaze to their friend, now one step closer to the girl he's talking to. "what's wrong? this is normal behaviour for logan." he turns to his best friend in confusion. "you know that, you literally helped him snag dates in the club."

she turns her head slowly to look at oscar, maintaining her unimpressed stare as she waits for him to connect the dots. "seriously?"

it takes a couple of seconds of oscar looking back and forth between her and logan before it connects. his jaw drops to look at her with an accusing finger up to point at her. "something happened last night when we left. what did you do? did you fuck?"

"oscar!" lily gasps.

"ew!" she scowls, flicking his forehead. "no, we didn't fuck!"

"then what is it?"

she rolls her eyes, leaning into him to confess. "we kissed last night."

"you kissed?" oscar screams, jumping in his seat.

"shut up!" she hushes him, pulling him back down to sit. she glances at logan then tears her eyes away when she catches his curious stare. "mate, can you be any more subtle than that? i don't think the entire yacht heard you."

"you kissed?" oscar repeats through gritted teeth, leaning into her whispering. "are you fucking kidding me? are you guys absolutely crazy?"

"he kissed me! ask him?"

"but he's with that girl."

"yeah, ask him why he's flirting with her too!"

oscar pauses. "he's not flirting with her."

they turn their heads simultaneously to the boy across the yacht. by that point, logan's practically pressed up against the girl with her hand on his shoulder.

"okay, so he's flirting with her," oscar mutters, turning back to her with a soft hiss and a sheepish and apologetic smile. "you've never let things like this pass. do something."

"flirt with that guy over there," lily suggests, shyly pointing to another blonde at the table right next to theirs. she hides her smile behind oscar's shoulder with a giggle. "he's been staring at you for a while. i swear he pointed at you while he whispered in xyriel's ear earlier."

"what?" she frowns. "i'm not like that."

"you're just going to let logan kiss you then flirt with other girls to your face the next day?" oscar points out. if there's one thing oscar loves, it's drama.

not so much when it's his best friends in the thick of it, but he can't stand the fact that his younger best friend is being screwed over by their older best friend. perhaps logan needs to meet someone who can level out the playing field?

either way, if she doesn't want to level it out, he will do it himself.

and it's just confusing for him because he can very clearly remember logan still pining over her right before they left for the bahamas.

"go, go talk to him," oscar says, flicking his hands towards the other direction to send her on a mission. "trust us. we know how to get logan to talk to you about that kiss."

her stare lingers on the couple, both smiling mischievously at her as she contemplates. "you guys are kinda scary. have i ever told you that?"

"just go," lily scolds, shoving her gently to push her off the couch.

she stumbles forward, giggling nervously as she shyly approaches the table. oscar leans back into his girlfriend, lily wrapping an arm around his shoulder from behind him, her chin resting on the other as they watch the scene in front of them unfold.

their eyes dart from logan to her every couple of seconds, starting to giggle softly when they see logan do a double-take when he sees her leaning against the back of the sofa of the other table.

oscar mutters, "look, now he's getting irritated."

logan's eyebrows furrow and a frown turns his lips downwards when she scooches into the middle of the friends that are sandwiched together.

it's not long before logan approaches them, leaving the girl he was just talking to hanging. they look up at the older boy with innocent doe eyes, eyebrows raising as if to ask him what he's approached them for.

even though they knew the exact reason why.

"what is she doing with them? isn't she supposed to be sitting with you guys?" logan points out, briefly pointing out the girl at the other table. she's sandwiched between xyriel and another guy, his arm wrapped around her shoulders as she laughs and sips on her margarita.

lily shrugs. "i guess xyriel called her over. what's the issue?"

"yeah, mate," oscar challenges him softly, "you ditched us for miss brunette over there. we weren't complaining."

logan clears his throat, taking a deep breath. clearly agitated by the situation, he just shakes his head and rolls his eyes to downplay his irritation. "whatever."

as he walks back to his previous spot, he can't help but let his glare linger on the younger girl. as fate would have it, she looks up to catch his eyes.

a pang of guilt hits him, but he continues walking forward anyway.

taglist: @myxticmoon

#logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant x you #female driver #fem!driver #f1 female driver #f1 x you #f1 #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke imagine #disneyprincemuke imagines #disneyprincemuke f1 #disneyprincemuke ial

[prienova]

I showed my friend, who knows almost nothing about f1 and has absolutely no filter, photos of each driver on the 2022 grid and made her name and give me her first impressions on them and 😭. She just said whatever came into her head at the time, none of this was really thought over :). Everything is under the cut since this is such a long post!

Max Verstappen: William Osbourne

italian or spanish vibes

slightly dark and broody vibes

takes racing very seriously

“He is either super nice or an absolute asshole, or maybe he’s both who knows.”

Sergio Perez: Kristopher

A little lost but everyone loves it

100% has compilations on youtube that are like “kristopher being kristopher for 8 minutes and 23 seconds”

Has spent so long in f1 that everyone is telling him to quit

Very enthusiastic and his fans are very loyal

Charles Leclerc: Alexio 

“Damn he’s fine as hell!”

Hot, sexy, and hardworking

Has so many smutty fanfics written about him but he doesn’t know that they exist

Famous for his dimples and general smolder

Carlos Sainz: Akaash

“Oh my god, is he indian? YES DESI REP!” (She was so exited, I felt bad telling her he is spanish)

Could act in a movie as a fuckboy

Nice enough but might break your heart

Hard to approach but well liked by others

Lewis Hamilton: Joseph (but goes by Joe)

“Why are these guys so hot?”

Very wholesome and doing his best

“He looks like a good driver, I’d let him grip my steering wheel” ;)

Probably posts thirst traps after workouts

George Russell: George (she got one!)

Smiles and laughs but is secretly sad inside

“Is he gay? He feels gay. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I am too and my senses are tingling.”

Solid driver

After seeing him in his williams era: “Awww, look at his hair, what a gem :)”

Fernando Alonso: Alec La Chance

Old man, people are begging him to retire but he stays out of spite

Has a questionable hairstyle

Can come off as rude and scary but he is just blunt

Has probably hazed the new drivers each year

Esteban Ocon: David

Sweet guy, seems very bubbly and fun to be around, has a cute face

Would hype you up if you were feeling down

“He's that one cousin who you see at family gatherings every 4 years that you get along with super well but never talk to outside of those gatherings as neither of you can seem to make the effort to reach out.” (yes, this is her exact wording 😭)

“Is his hair wet or is that just an unholy amout of hair gel?”

Daniel Ricciardo: Arnesto

Very popular among the guys and gals ;)

Very chill and well liked

“He’s so smiley, I love his teeth!”

Looks like he belongs in FIFA

Lando Norris: Theodore

“How old is this guy? I thought you said they had to be 18 to drive or something.”

Has an “I’m not like other boys” mentality

Probably reads those romance webnovels that all have the exact same plot and cries when he finishes them because he wants to be loved

Says “pog” and “sus” unironically

Valterri Bottas: Scott

“He’s giving me australian vibes.”

Has a nice smile, seems chill and relaxed, very reliable

Not a fan of publicity but deals with it only because he has to

Comes off as tough and intense but is actually a total sweetheart, gives off major dad energy

Zhou Guanyu: Andrew

“Ooooh, I like him. He would bump into me on the way to work, spill my drink, and buy me coffee as an apology.”

A solid dude and a good friend

Seems like a good sport

She spent almost ten minutes drooling over his modeling pictures 💀

Kevin Magnussen: Gordon Ramsay

Has strong father vibes but is unhinged

Head empty, only cars

Has questionable morals but everyone loves him

Stoner energy

“He looks like if someone tried to copy Gordon Ramsay but changed it up a bit so it wasn’t obvious.”

Mick Schumacher: Brad

Very charismatic

“What happened to his hair? Why would he cut it like that?” (I showed her before and after photos of that one haircut)

Very sweet but is also a menace to society

Looks like he would enjoy cherry flavored cough medicine

Pierre Gasly: Chadwick

Very cool and suave, flirts a lot, secretly sad inside

Throws parties often

Would have went into finance if f1 didn’t work out

Has a small but devoted fanbase, extremely underrated driver

“I can’t tell if I would trust him or not.”

Yuki Tsunoda: Benjamin

Very nice, another solid guy

“He has the same hair my brother did when he was 12.”

Can drive an f1 car well but gets too nervous to drive on regular streets because he doesn’t trust himself to not start speeding

“He’s cute, I’d date him.”

Sebastian Vettel: Gandalf

Very nice and wise, pleasant to talk to

Wins a lot, has many fans that thirst over him and his scruffy hair

Could have been a footballer but chose to go into f1 instead

“He has fun uncle energy, I want to smoke a joint with him.”

Lance Stroll: Jacob from Twilight

“THIS GUY’S HAIRCUT IS EVEN WORSE THAN BRAD’S!”

When he got rid of his old hair, his passion for the sport left with it

Sometimes gets intimidated by some of the intense racers

“Someone please tell him to grow his hair back out, it looked so good.”

Alex Albon: Jughead from Archie

Has a good portion of haters for no reason

A bit awkward but very sweet

Pulls off the red hair VERY well

“I want to be his bottle of hairdye.”

Nicholas Latifi: Santander

Is either the best driver currently or very bad

Looks very intuitive and thoughtful

Seems handy and domestically skilled

“I like his hands, do you think he moisturizes?”

I honestly can’t tell which one is my favorite 😭

#formula 1 #f1 #max verstappen #sergio perez #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #lewis hamilton #george russell #fernando alonso #esteban ocon #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #valtteri bottas #zhou guanyu #kevin magnussen #mick schumacher #pierre gasly #yuki tsunoda #sebastian vettel #lance stroll #alex albon #nicholas latifi

[lovelynim]

Hiiii congratulations for 400!!!

For the game could you do Lee!Aqua and Ler!Ruby or Miyako (the pink haired lady who takes care of them.) ((Yes I had to google her name))

Sometimes Aqua makes such scary expressions, they've really got to make him lighten up!

Thank youuu, and the game really is so fun! I'm enjoyed everything you write for it, even though I don't even watch some of the shows! You're just that good!

Hi Anons!

Ahhh, I was really excited to write something for Aqua cuz I love his vibes huehuehuehue also ruby really does give off the impression that should tickle him out of the blue just to mess with him hehehe

I feel like I was a bit unfair with Aqua on the poll, tho, but oh well, he deserves it ~

So, shall we see how this one will turn out? ~

Aqua looked away, his lips curling into an awkward smile as he tried to avoid eye contact with his twin sister as much as possible. Slightly shifting his position on the couch, he couldn’t help but to grow more and more nervous as Ruby kept intensely staring at him. 

“So?” She insisted, her voice making Aqua jolt in place. Ruby pouted, getting impatient at her brother’s silence.

“W-well,” he muttered, still trying to figure a way to avoid the topic as much as possible or to, at least, put his answer in a mild way. If it was any other person, Aqua wouldn’t have problems turning them down, no matter what the offer was. But as for Ruby… specially when she resorted to such a direct approach.

“‘Well’? Just say it already!” The girl snapped, sitting back for a moment while looking at Aqua with serious, piercing eyes. 

Shivering in place, he sighed. If he knew she planned to corner him like this, he would have already prepared an excuse beforehand. “Ahm… I think I won’t have time, you know, my schedu-”

“Nuh-uh,” she interrupted, grinning, “I already checked and you don’t have any recordings scheduled for this week.”

“But I told the director I’d hel-”

“Yesterday you told us he doesn’t have any project currently going on and that he is just discussing some ideas,” Ruby’s grin grew even larger, leaning forward, “come on, it’s just a dance practice, you can even wear a mask!”

“I don’t dance, Ruby,” Aqua sighed, placing one hand on his sister’s shoulder and gently pushing his back, trying to recover some of his personal space.

“And that’s the point of a dance practice!” She insisted, holding his arm as she cornered him again against the couch, “I need some new content to post! And Kana doesn’t want to do it!”

“T-then why do I have to? I’m not even in your grou-”

“Because you are my dear twin brother and you’d do anything for your beloved sister.”

“...I wouldn’t put it like that,” Aqua chuckled, but instantly regretted his words as it seemed to have sparked something inside Ruby. Something dangerous.

“Aqua…” Her grip around his arm tightened, the annoyance in her voice was clear. Uh oh.

“Ruby, I ca-”

“As your sister, I also know a lot of stuff other people don’t,” she said, sounding a little too threatening for her brother’s taste, “stuff about you, brother.”

Those words triggered and brought some of Aqua’s childhood memories back to his mind. One, in particular, when he found out that his new body was more sensitive than his previous one.

“Ruby, d-dohOHON’T!” He protested, letting out an embarrassing high pitched laugh as his sister reached for his side, squeezing it mercifully. Her other hand, previously holding his arm, was already trying to find its way to his ribs while all Aqua could do to fight the tickling back was press his arms down. “Plehehease! No tihihickling! Ahaha! Stohohop!!”

“Stop?” Ruby spoke, a clear smug both in her tone and in her face. She wiggled her fingers, breaking her brother’s facade into a puddle of boyish laughter.

#400 followers event #milestone event #oshi no ko #aquamarine hoshino #aqua hoshino #ruby hoshino #oshi no ko tickling #asks #anon #lee!aqua #ticklish!aqua

[waffliesinyoface]

the akatsuki, ranked by how "scary" they are to an outsider's perspective

Kisame - 9/10. He is probably the nicest member of the akatsuki, but he is also a 7 foot tall shark man with a sword that promises a horrifically painful death. Talks politely enough to get people to lower their guard - sometimes ninja just look like that! maybe he's nice! - and then in the same breath casually recommends cutting someone's legs off.

Itachi - Either 1/10 or 8/10 depending on where you're from. He gives the impression of a polite young gentleman, possibly not even a ninja to the average civilian's senses. But if you're from Konoha, he is very obviously an Uchiha and oh yeah didn't they all get violently slaughtered a couple years ago?? By this guy???

Kakuzu - 10/10. You know what's worse than a big scary ninja? A big scary ninja with a hair trigger violent temper.

Hidan - 8/10. Young and conventionally attractive, if slightly greasy, normally means he would place low on this list. However he is also likely going to be covered in blood and screaming at any given moment. It will never be clear whose blood it is. Might not kill a civilian if they didn't look sacrificeable enough, but also his standards are completely inscrutable. Sometimes he will preach at you and your choices are convert or die. Sometimes just die, or convert and then die.

Deidara - 4/10 very low on this list because he is very short and somewhat pretty and his constant petty bickering kind of immediately ruins any mystique. By the time you realize you probably should have gotten as far away as possible, you and the rest of the street have exploded. Artistically.

Sasori - 5/10 (sasori form) or 8/10 (hiruko form). Even when pretty, he is still kind of obviously a dead body and he makes no effort NOT to talk like a serial killer. As hiruko, he is large, rude, dangerous looking, and possibly a mechanical scorpion. Bad vibes!

Pein - 6/10 (normal) vs ∞/10 (konoha citizen during the attack). Looks like your average run of the mill ninja for the most part, which is to say, vaguely creepy and threatening. Gets ∞ points during the attack because oh fuck he just crushed the city

Konan - 8/10. Even when being polite, she is Intense. Also incredibly put together in an intimidating way. Also she may be entirely made of explosives. Also she talks with The Authority of Divine Right behind all of her words, even when doing something like ordering a coffee.

Zetsu - 7/10. He is, almost certainly, eating a man.

Tobi - 0/10. Tobi is a good boy.

#naruto #akatsuki

[mejomonster]

So I watched episode 1 of unintentional love story:

I'm inexplicably reminded of Yu Liang from Qi Hun/Hikaru No Go by the main character, even though this guy is less intense. I think it's partly appearance, partly how Insistent This Guy is once he has a goal

The other main guy (acting choices wise) reminds me also of an intense character, moonjo from Strangers from Hell and the lead from Bulgasal l. I know. Weird comparison choices lol. I mean it in a good way though? Just like, both of these men feel like strong actors with solid presence on screen and as Characters both feel like you get a sense of their personalities from their behavior. I would say it's just solid acting

Also reminded of Hikaru No Go cdrama in terms of tone? Like, as you all know I'm not normally a romcom fluff person usually if there's no action or angst or murder I just Cannot focus or get into a story. Sometimes if there's comedy, but usually fluff just isn't my thing. Well this show isn't comedy (although it's got some), but it's got this almost heartfelt realism that Cherry Magic and Qi Hun have. It's feels like real life but Just This Side of Gentler. Like... the main guy clearly was manipulated by work, probably Should get another job permanently, is screwed by the capitalist work in a big corporation you're disposable to Problem (which possibly is also what reminded me of Strangers from Hell). He's not actually ON a fluff vacation, those are very real scary finacial problems and very real weighing life stressors when work is fucked. He takes it with a healthy dose of "Well ill try my best to get through this" (which is why this isn't gonna turn into a heavy psychological horror, and I'm sure the intro wirh his one level headed supportive friend surely helps him sway toward Handling This with a level head). But yeah, this feels like it can become a heavy topic show when it needs to. I am occasionally into a show like this, and this one caught my attention.

I like that it's not trying to be romcom (again ToT). It's not that either are focused on love asap. Main guy actually has a slightly shady goal, and knows it, and I'm excited/terrified for that to come up later. Other main guy? Hes got some baggage Clearly, possibly also work situation is Fucked/he was taken advantage of financially with a bad deal or something as well. I like the way it sets up a dual secret Actual goals versus pursuit on the surface. Almost like the crime cat mouse mutual investigation suspicion dynamic I love, but in a more mundane realistic context: one guy lying to get info and closer, and the other cautious and guarded because he's suspicious of motive (rightly so).

I like the coffee owner actor, he doesn't feel as as intense of a presence yet but he is a side character so thats to be expected. He felt uniquely his own feel so i liked him (and I like the side character shop owners and feel there's a big vibe in this show of like "work is unideal and fucked up at times and we connect with others emotionally and try our best" idea where genuine emotional friendships should be prioritized over our work lives and stresses, and I like that as a foundation in the show). I also am Intrigued by guy with tattoos. I'm curious if they'll be the second couple...

Overall solid start, I recommend if you're into this kind of show!

#unintentional love story #lb

[daegulinekush]

The death of peace of mind

~a Kim Taehyung fanfiction

Chapter 3: ★ Please, dance with me in the dark ★

Contains: references to bullying, balkan!oc, violence (talk), a bit of angst because of intrusive thoughts?, general fluff, smoking and mentions of drinking

It would be peculiar for anyone who doesn’t know us, probably, this very moment happening right now. In truth, it’s just a typical, random day, with bursts of energy and simply good vibes.

I can feel the slight coldness of the wooden floor under my feet right through my socks and it’s comforting, sought even. It contrasts with the rising temperature of my body and the one of his.

“C’mon, don’t fall behind!” I can hear his soft whine, the slight stomp of his feet. I can even see the way his hair slightly bounces, left a bit longer now that we’re more or less officially students at the top University in South Korea, no teachers to scold us for supposedly improper style anymore.

He’s tugging my body, which results in quite the weird movements, and even if I don’t see my other, less cute, more annoying friend as mine and Taehyung’s ankles bump together slightly, I know Jimin is basically thrown all over the couch laughing his heart out. It’s impossible to not hear it.

“Stop laughing, you idiot!” I snap at Jimin, even going as far as to glare at him, but we all know it’s shallow and empty. “Get here instead of laughing at me. Dance with your soulmate!”

I almost tumble with the way Taehyung accidentally pulls me a bit too harshly with the way he bursts out laughing, and with a more or less fond sigh, I basically all but drop to the floor, relishing dramatically in the soothing coldness and a moment of relative peace, flaring my limbs just to end up looking like a starfish.

It’s incredibly normal for me and Taehyung to randomly start dancing and singing in the middle of the living room. Just as normal as it is for Jimin to randomly hang out at our home and just as normal as this fit of laughter.

When five people live together in a house, the idea of silence sounds weird and unusual, scary even. Not like I’d ever complain about such an aspect. On the contrary, the added patterns of feet and the curious eyes looking at us and trying so hard not to burst out laughing too will always make me terribly fond.

I know Minhee and Seojun are having fun right now watching the chaos our trio is. They always whisper between one another about how it’s fun to see us messing around. Minhee is fourteen, younger with four years than us, merely about to enter highschool, while Seojun is just ten, still a child, and with an intense pleasure of calling especially me embarrassing as if I wasn’t the one he came to when he didn’t know something but wouldn’t want to admit to neither member of his family with the excuse that ‘Taehyungie-hyung is too cool to make a fool of myself and Minhee is mean’, along with mom having his ass for being a liar.

Minhee, on the other side, is trying to at least hide sheepishly her chuckles behind her hands, unlike her loud and very expressive younger brother, closer and closer to me the more she grows. It makes sense, considering she’s just entered teenage hood and that no matter how close you are to your siblings, like she is with Tae, he’s still a man and of course she’s gonna be more comfortable talking with me rather than with him, whom she already complains about being too protective of her, which I honestly can’t disagree with, and as sweet as her mom is, it’s not that easy talking with your mom without being embarassed. 

All I wish is that she won’t make the same mistakes I did during my teenage years. Thinking back to it and all of the mess, it could have been way worse, definitely, but that didn’t mean I was willing to let her be as stupid as I had been at the time. More so, Taehyung and Jimin were by my side and got me out of a lot of things I should have definitely not done but I did anyways no matter how much they bugged me. But her? I’m not sure if she has friends she can trust as much as I had and still do. It’s a scary thought, truly, the possibility of her being in danger and not saying absolutely anything regarding it, preferring to hide it. I’d much rather have her calling me at weird hours to pick her up from situatons and places she should definitely not be in than risk anything actually happening to her. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.

For Taehyung, she might still be a child, but I remember very well how much of a menace I used to be when I was her age. I’m not very sure if her poor mom would be able to get through all of this again in the first place. I’m still very surprised she hasn’t grown white hairs from how much trouble both me and Taehyung used to be.

Not like we aren’t trouble now too, far from that. The difference is that now we got a bit past the naivety of fourteen and are actual adults with drivers’ licence and everything, along with having to be responsible for our own doings. More specifically, we simply learnt to cheat the system and deal with stuff in ways that won’t constrict our freedom.

Jimin finally decided to spare me some mercy and raise his juicy ass from the sofa instead of letting me be the only one sweating - it’s already late summer and a ton of parties we’ve gone through, so my energy is inevitably quite drained.

Annoyingly, he’s also more gracious because of course he is with his contemporary dance and core strength. Also, they’re soulmates, like it or not, they’ll always fit like the pieces of a puzzle.

I raise myself from the ground I was just sprawled upon, moving with wide steps towards the kitchen, towards the counter, grabbing the ashtray and the pack of cigarettes along with a lighter, lighting up one of the cigarettes. Grabbing a high chair, I pull it better towards me and raise myself on it as to not stay on my feet while smoking and also to reach the wide opened window easier. Realistically speaking, the room will still stink a bit of the smoke as the kitchen was connected to the livingroom, but it’s summer and the breeze is good enough for all the windows to be wide open, along with the sliding door of the small balcony. The honks of the cars outside were loud, many people coming and going to other parts of South Korea. I knew very well Taehyung was not from Seoul but from somewhere close to Daegu. Jimin wasn’t raised in the capital city either, but in Busan, always talking my ear off about the sea in Busan and the beach it had. Unlike them, I was raised in the Eastern part of Europe, in the Balkans, with so many different elements and such different culture that it was crazy even.

In a house of so many people, it’s impossible to get bored, just as impossible as to not hear laughter, which was now coloring the air of the slowly lowering sun in summer, finally making the air feel less heavy.

Mom was washing dishes as we had recently eaten and wringing some kitchen towels. Minhee and Seojun has somehow gotten themselves into the mess of dancing too, now copying some k-pop group I recognized vaguely, more for the song that was popular than for the group itself. I was sure at some point those boys will end up chaotically chasing each other and play fighting.

With my elbows more supported on the edge of the counter than anything else, I couldn’t help but just look at them, admiring silently, observing from my corner, trying to memorize this moment. It’s something I try hard to get over, a thought that keeps popping up from time to time and I struggle to tone down, to shove so far back that I would anihilate it, that full feeling of warmth and happiness, yet with such a sour and empty ache of heart that this will pass, that everything passes, actually, that this might be the last time when I get to be so happy, when we all get to be so happy and foolish and not worry about anything. I can’t tell wether it’s because of the bile raising feeling of growing up and becoming an actual adult with responsibilities biting your ass or it’s something else, more worrisome. I would rather not delve into it either. Some questions are better left unanswered, plain and simple.

It’s weird, in a way. To live with people that aren’t truly your family and yet they feel as such. I’m not saying this as they are not my blood. It’s deeper than that. It’s not even like in the case of a child being adopted; no, in such a case, the child would be part of the family, would belong, would be raised by the same parent or parents, would have siblings. That’s the weirdest thing because I cannot say such a thing about my situation, even as Taehyung’s mom is my legal guardian, even as I have never felt like I was putting weight on her shoulders, even as nobody had ever made me feel like I don’t belong in there. I always knew this is my home too. I also knew Taehyung’s mother, whom I sometimes genuinely wonder how much kindness can be capable of carrying, didn’t consider me some weight on her shoulders in the sense that she expected anything from me. It wasn’t even as if I had some intentionally rebellious phase with her to prove she’s not my mother or anything like that, I have been calling her ma or mom for a very long time and that didn’t stop even when the situation changed.

I didn’t have any reason to do such things, even as I had heard many kids who changed families did such things to prove a point, to prove to their new parents they would never replace the ones the kid was used to. Ma never tried to replace my mama. She never tried to mother me. That is not to say that she didn’t act like a mother with me or that she didn’t care about me, far from that. In a way, I think that mother figure fit more with her than actual mothering me. I wasn’t her child to raise. She didn’t raise me so she didn’t act with me the same way she did with Taehyung or Minhee or even Seojun. She didn’t scold me, she didn’t chase me around the house, she simply didn’t act the same way and it was something that maybe benefited me more than I could ever truly realize, the way she was motherly without actually acting like she was my mom.

Probably most of it is because I technically wasn’t raised under her eyes. Sure, she had seen me grow and had seen me change a lot during my teenage years but I wasn’t raised with the same beliefs she raised her own children with or korean children were raised with in general. I wasn’t raised to be soft and keep my mouth shut, I wasn’t raised to run to an adult when things get the tiniest bit hard and I definitely wasn’t raised to hold back from a fight just for the sake of not being ‘problematic’. On the contrary, I was raised to speak up, to choose my fights carefully, to not start them but finish them, to never let anyone step on me. I was raised with a big, sharp mouth and a quick temper.

Me, Taehyung and Jimin - we were almost comically different. Our upbringings were different, our morals, our traditions, our beliefs sometimes. It’s said that a place changes you, but I would also like to argue that you can get a balkan out of the balkans but never the balkan out of the person.

So while I did look up to ma and viewed her as a motherly figure, I would never be able to actually see her as my mother or talk to her like I would to mine. No matter how close they were or how similar they can be sometimes, they are not the same and will never be. Ma would tell me to always avoid a fight, to not cause trouble, while mom would tell me to not dare came back beaten up by some goodie-two-shoes and that she didn’t raise a weakling,

I was used to rougher love, rougher paths, rougher things. My ma would tell me to not play with feelings but would never comment on my clothes. My mom would tell me to take care of myself and to know my worth, that boys are never worth crying over.

Different mindsets. Inevitably, I would always remain with the ‘cruelty’ of my own culture.

Oh, how disappointed would my mom be knowing her daughter had been a fool at some point…

“Did they overwhelm you already?” I could hear ma’s voice, full of amusement and heavy fondness in it as she came closer, looking at the mess the livingroom had indeed became.

Taehyung had somehow managed to steal the remote and now Jimin was chasing him, their steps so loud the whole neighborhood might as well be cussing us, especially with their colorful laughter and how Taehyung jumped over the sofa and Jimin after him, ending up losing balance and as a consequence dragging Taehyung down with him too when he grabbed his shirt to gain back his posture. The two all but tumbled on the floor like two heavy bombs.

I bit my lips to not laugh, trying so hard to hold it back, to not let it tumble from my lips…

“Yah, you two, remote here, now! Kim Taehyung, get up and stop messing around, come here and make yourself useful instead of getting us complains from the poor neighbors! Minhee, Seojun, stop laughing, Jimin, sweetie, are you okay? Did you get hurt?” ma sprang right into action and, inevitably, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing for real this time as she all but scolded the three siblings and fussed over Jimin, who was already the least likely to get hurt by any meaning, as he fell right on top of Taehyung along this mess he himself has caused.

I could feel my body shake with a laughter I couldn’t even recognize as mine with how honest it was, the type of ugly laugh you could burst out laughing just from hearing, gripping at the counter to not fall from the chair, the muscles of my abdomen already hurting as my eyes became wet from how much it genuinely was impossible to not laugh at the ridiculousness of this situation.

The way ma was actually turning Jimin’s face with her hands and inspecting him all over didn’t help either.

“Yah, young lady, you stop too! I already tolerate your bad habits and the horrible scent! Stub that thing and open that window wider! It’s not cold anymore for me to believe you when you snicker about being cold on the balcony, you little minx!”

Little minx. Somehow, it had become a fond nickname given to me, probably because of my hair, along with my fox-like mischeviousness.

I didn’t mind it, I found it funny, even. A reason for which I sent her a flying kiss along with a wink and dragged another smoke from my cigarette without a care in the world.

Life isn’t the easiest, neither the fairest, but out of all the outcomes that were possible, I’m glad to be living this one. After all, maybe I am different and not from this culture and sometimes even still struggling with the language itself, but I’m not alone. I never was since I stepped into this country and I will never be.

If I am to be honest, I didn’t even like Jimin at first. I was 14 and stupid, if it even makes my stupidity less heavy. Taehyung was my only friend in this country and him being so close to Jimin when I was first - totally not salty about that - had not sat right with me. Jimin also felt very different from us, with the way he was simply so cute and trying so hard to please and popular in the way a pick me would me. He was just simply too good of a kid for me to not think it wasn’t a mask and that was actually his personality - more or less, considering how sassy I came to know he actually is. So I didn’t like Jimin and had been cautious of him, no matter how much Taehyung swore up and down he was ‘nice’. Nice wasn’t enough for me.

Not like he hadn’t been wary and weird around me too at first. We kept on bugging each other and even getting into arguments until we finally began to trust each other and actually became friends.

If it is to ask me what exactly made me trust Jimin, I would say the way he stood up for Taehyung. I could deal with my own bullies, per-se, I didn’t need someone to have my back and I didn’t need to be protected - even if I did appreciate it a lot. I was used to being bullied considered I have been going to school in Japan, which wasn’t much nicer and I would get into a lot of trouble for standing up to my bullies.

So I knew how to deal with them. I didn’t expect anyone to intervene and be my knight on a white horse or something. What I could not get over was Taehyung being the one on the receiving end of said bullying.

I didn’t even have time to react before Jimin had already cornered the leader of the group of the boys who thought it would be oh so funny to throw nasty words at Tae. I came into the view too, ready to cover his back and even threatened them I’ll see them after school if they dare whisper Jimin’s name, knowing from Tae he would get into trouble at home if any of those idiots were to open their mouths and pronounce his name. I was already known for my temper outbursts and would not get any scolding for protecting my friend so I simply took it upon me, as the one who would be dealing with the least damage.

Not like I had been smart either as I didn’t know how to throw a single punch, but I was definitely feisty enough to make them afraid with the idea of actually banging a chair against their kneecaps.

In this sense, Korea was and wasn’t different from where I had grown: physical fights were a thing. Pulling and pushing and punching were things happening. It was definitely with way more hypocrite people though, acting as if their kids would never get physical. What a joke.

Over the need we both had to protect Tae, we have bonded. That had been the first tie.

This is not to say Tae himself didn’t intervene when I received any kind of bullying. No, he had always snapped back at the ones being nasty to me. The only thing he wasn’t doing, unlike me and Jimin, wa getting physical, which I understood where it came from and didn’t mind. After all, the least he gets involved, the least chances are of him getting hurt.

A summer night, filled with laughter, running around and ma scolding the three siblings was something that will always remain a beautiful memory.

That me, Tae and Chim snuck around with soju and played card until the early hours of the morning, away from the curious youngers was another story. Tae was the shittiest person with handling alcohol I got the pleasure to know. Luckily - and annoyingly - he was amazing at beating our asses too.

“You’re cheating!” I screamed, throwing my cards in annoyment when Taehyung had won yet another round.

“I am not, you’re just a sour loser!” he accused me, pointer finger in my direction, offended expression over his face.

“This time I’m taking her side. You cheater, stop cheating and play fair!” Jimin threw his cards too, taking my side for once and raising to his feet, even thuming one to the floor.

“Shut up, I saw you sneaking more cards down to win too, gremlin!” I was definitely not going to let him act like a hypocrite.

“Says the one who literally draws cards just because you know it will be another fueler, you deck-cheater!”

I was the one shuffling the deck, sure, but I do not claim such dishonour!

“I am not cheating! It is perfectly within rules to draw a card even if I could put one down!”

“How do you even know she can put one down, huh? Wanna confess something, cheater?!” 

We both knew what Taehyung was trying to do: distract us from the fact that he was the biggest enemy on this one.

“Shut up, you cheater!” both me and Jimi somehow syncronised in snapping at him, also the only one remaining on the floor with his legs crossed under him.

I have never seen someone be so funnily offended of their scheme not going the way they wished.

So yeah, Taehyung is a sore loser. And the biggest lightweight.

Author note: I truly hope you enjoyed this one too and thanks to everyone sticking with this messy thing! Love y'all 🤗

Tagging: @parkdatjimin @pamzn

#bts fanfiction #fanfiction #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fic #taehyung x oc

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what are some of your favorite movies? i can’t remember if i’ve asked this before so if i have please take this as a free space to share something about your writing and/or writing process

actually even if i haven’t asked the movie question before, please share your fav movie *and* some stuff about your writing and/or writing process that you want to

I don't think you have so I'll answer both!

I have quiteeeee a few fav films so it's difficult to not go on and on and on. I go to the cinema a lot on my own and try to catch a film at the BFI whenever I'm in London so this question is *chefs kiss*.

Obviously, Wings of Desire (1987) Wim Wenders is up at the top. This is a well-established fact on this blog lmao.

My top films right now on Letterboxd are Wings of Desire, La Notte, Desert Hearts, and Thelma but it changes a lot. (Thelma was an absolutely bonkers film but I loved it sosososososo much, though there is a pretty intense scene with flashing lights that freaked me out, and Desert Hearts is an 80's Gay classic with a happy ending and cowboy hats, plus Helen Shaver is in it and she's adorable and perfectly cast).

I have a thing for 1960's black-and-white films too! I love La Notte (1961), Mother Joan of the Angels (1961) which is a Polish psychological thriller set in a nunnery), Persona (1966) but I just love Bergman in general.

Anything Peter Strickland makes is always unsettling and weird and I love it. In Katalin Varga (2009) there's a monologue that happens in a boat that will forever be seared into my brain. Highly recommend (but CW reference to sexual assault and violence)

Also am slightly obsessed with Argento films. He made really ridiculous Giallo slasher films (his most popular one's are from the 70's). They're not that scary since the blood is like neon red in every film and the film dubbing from Italian is sososososo horrendously bad. Argento films are, in a nutshell, so bad they're good.

‎Miśiek is oscillating’s profile • Letterboxd My letterboxd is here if anyone fancies a closer look.

In terms of my writing process... I don't have a lot to say lol. I have a separate document for fic outlines and plans for how I want things to go, but I don't plan much further than that. I take the various plot points I want for each chapter, split them up, and then fill them out.

The chapters evolve a lot and actually, in the WoD AU chapters 3 and 4 were originally one long chapter. I'm glad I split it up since Ava and Bea's reconciliation felt a little too fast without the extra stuff I added later at the start of Chapter 4. I'm proud of all of the chapters I put out but particularly Ch 3 (the basilica scene!) and Ch 5 as a whole. It's been a blast writing it :)

My 30s AU started off as a little fun side project in between Wings of Desire AU chapters so that one is even less planned out (since WoD is veryyyyyy plot heavy whereas 30s AU is powered on homosexuality, period clothing and vibes).

In terms of my writing, It's weird. I haven't written so much in so little time in agessss. I write a steady amount of poetry but don't share it, so jumping in cold into prose was a realllyyyyy reallyyy weird thing to get used to. Nevertheless, I don't think I've had this much writing (and reading!!) ever. It's a goddamn delight and the community is awesome.

#ty for the ask <33333 it was a joy to answer #misiek asks #wings of desire au #1930s au #warrior nun #avatrice #other #writing #fan fic related

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Character Details -- Miiro

Miiro is, in the words of all who grow to dislike him (which is quite a few people), a "sneaky, conniving bastard". He's a smart, clever man with a love of trickery and chance. He's always flexible and ever-changing, sometimes to a fault because he won't fully take into account other people's emotions when he decides to shift gears or simply let a situation play out because the unpredictability interests him. He has generally good intentions and hates to see people suffer, but, more than that, he loves seeing people overcome impossible odds, and this can, at times, cause him to refrain from interfering when he's deeply needed. Out of the "Main Hero Trio", he's also the most outwardly venomous, hiding his fangs behind a peaceful smile as he orchestrates the brutal downfall of someone that's sufficiently pissed him off. While he, personally, would never kill unless it's deemed absolutely necessary, it isn't always out of mercy, and he's liable to use the threat of death (usually via Fractal) as a means to an end without a single ounce of hesitation. All in all, despite his even temperament and general warmth at the best of times, at the worst of times he can be hell to get along with, even downright unreliable in certain situations, and he's really only found himself fully comfortable and relaxed with people like Fractal and, later on in the story, Alford who know what makes him tick and fully accept him, warts and all.

In line with his general philosophy, Miiro does not have a "safe" order, or even necessarily order the same food twice at the same place. If he's at an eatery that he frequents often, he'll only order a dish a second time if he's already tried out every other dish on the menu. He's also willing to try things that would make others wince or flinch away, such as meat from a particularly grotesque monster. On that note, he's also an incredibly daring chef, and one that likes experimenting with potentially dangerous ingredients. If there's a way to turn even the most poisonous plant into a delicious herb, he gets endless enjoyment out of trying to find it. Because of him, the tastes of the group have become ever so slightly off, as they are much more willing to eat things that look or smell bad, so long as Miiro's the one serving it up. As for actual flavors he enjoys, he prefers milder foods, with a soft spot for especially spicy things, and he doesn't really seek out sweet or salty foods if the fun of "chance" is deprived from him. Though their tastes match up, Fractal's reason for preferring mild flavors is more in that she doesn't like intense ones, turning her nose up to spicy foods flat-out, while Miiro just ~generally vibes~.

When it comes to drinks, he'll take whatever's given, and is responsible for some…truly reprehensible flavor combinations. when left to his own devices. At the very least, he'll finish off whatever he makes by himself before coming up with something new, and if he's stuck drinking water, he won't be especially bothered.

As for alcohol, he drinks fairly regularly -- not so much that he is a genuine alcoholic or otherwise risk withdrawal should he ever stop cold-turkey, but enough that he's not known to ever turn down a glass of wine or a mug of beer. If asked directly, he would assure that it's only for recreation… …but getting drunk with Miiro when he has plans for you is an absolute mistake. See, Miiro isn't interested in drinking for the warm fuzzy feeling or the taste, per se, but because his tolerance builds quite easily. He can laugh jovially, slap a person's back, and generally behave like a drunkard…then easily slip into prodding the other person to spill their secrets, or foolishly take a challenge he's constructed for them. Fractal has reported that Miiro's smiles when he starts pulling such strings to be "honestly scary".

It appears his first taste of alcohol, and his awareness of its effects on those who drink "too much", happened when he was very young...

Miiro's room is always absolutely pristine, which Fractal hates. Whereas others might see a brilliant mind keeping a tidy room and workspace, Fractal instantly recognizes it as a challenge to whoever enters, daring them to find anything "incriminating" in his carefully maintained living space. Miiro's pajamas are virtually always flowing robes, typically made out of silk, velvet, or cotton if he has to go cheap. It's a little bit of a texture thing and a little bit of just ~feeling fancy~. But he also genuinely feels restless if he doesn't feel "covered enough" at night. If he doesn't have anything suitable, he'll just sleep in his day clothes and then swap to a backup outfit in the morning. Unlike Fractal, he has more awareness of whether or not he's with the "opposite gender" for things like sleep and bathing, but he's also potentially capable of charming people into letting him stick around regardless; either way, for him, the only woman whose body he finds at all "distracting" is Fractal's, and he doesn't really bat an eye at anyone's naked or under-dressed body unless he is already harboring feelings for that person.

He is much less trusting than Fractal and it actually takes quite a lot for Miiro to stop looking at anyone with suspicion, but that's borderline impossible to tell without already being the sort of person to heavily analyze any little bit of body language or behavior. The way he inherently treats people is warm and inviting, much like Fractal if only more "appropriately" reserved. For many people in this world, he will adopt the stance of a "bystander", an "it's been fun" sort of goodbye, and can disappear from their sight essentially forever. For Fractal, however, he would murder a man with his bare hands without a second thought if it meant keeping her safe and happy. He can become similarly devoted to other people this way, but it is a highkey rarity. He's also known as an insatiable flirt, but this, too, seems to only be a game of sorts to him, and not something he genuinely takes seriously in any way, even though he claims to treasure the heart of everyone who's ever responded to his flirting -- not that he's ever taken anyone to bed. (It's too vulnerable a position for him, and something he'll only do if he feels completely devoted to that person.) If you asked him to protect others, he would, sometimes because it's the right thing to do, and sometimes just to see if he can. If you asked him to save the world, he would ask you what Fractal thinks about doing that, and then follow her example.

Miiro excels at pretending and attempting to carefully manipulate a situation, or will otherwise hold himself to a perfectly polite standard whenever requested of him. He goes out of his way to not start direct fights, despite being perfectly capable of finishing them, and he's also not above using Fractal's blunt, aggressiveness to position himself as the "good cop", so to speak, in comparison. (Something Fractal is aware of and perfectly comfortable with most of the time.) That said, the times when he is caught off-guard and forced to act on the spot are, perhaps, the moments he truly lives for, and even while he's scrambling to right himself or fix a situation, it's said he tends to struggle to contain his genuine smile…

#my ocs #Miiro GDK #character details #long post #the Great Demon King story #gentle reminder that Fractal's pronouns are she/her in meta pieces #i removed the same self-indulgent section from Miiro but #i feel like his piece suffers a bit more for it #since i found an easy way to demonstrate his behavior a bit more #oh well...

[gillianthecat]

The Devil Judge: Episode 15

I just finished The Devil Judge and something about this show compelled me to take copious notes - it had emotional intensity and layers of mystery. These are long and rambling, so they're likely not of interest to anyone else, but since I spent all that time writing it I decided, why not post it. Perhaps someone will find it interesting.

Below are my moment-to-moment reactions, predictions and analysis as I watched episode 15.

eps 1&2  ep3  ep4  ep5  ep6  ep7  ep8  ep9   ep10  ep11  ep12  ep13 ep14  ep15  ep16

I wrote about my initial impressions, up to episode 5, here and here.

This is cleaned up only slightly. I followed the spelling given in the Viki subtitles. I mostly don't explain what I'm reacting to, so this will probably only make sense if you've seen the episode recently. Occasionally I give timestamps. 

all their memories. 😥

(11:30) this convo on morality and ends & means and being seen as a monster and Yo-Han yet again feeling betrayed by this man.  he thought he'd finally found someone who understood him.  who saw who he was and loved him and wanted to walk this path with him.  

(I really want to know more about Yo-Han and Mysterious Assistant's relationship.  Why wasn't M.A. this person for him? too similar to Yo-Han?  M.A. didn't have the goodness and the kindness that made Ga-On so appealing, that made his approval more meaningful?  just didn’t have that chemistry? Ga-On challenged Yo-Han, pushed him and questioned him and changed him.  M.A. would never even try.)

Maybe it's because I'm still bitter over YSH's death, but I'm feeling this conflict isn't substantially different than the first time Ga-On left Yo-Han's house.  like, i feel like their personal plot has stagnated a bit.  i don't know what i want differently exactly, but I guess I feel like I want something new from them, to see that they've changed.

also starting to get suspicious that YSH's death isn't going to even have all that much plot or emotional significance.  what a fucking waste.

Ga-On wants Yo-Han to choose goodness.  "I sincerely hoped that you would stop" (15:00)

the intensity between them! their faces! Yo-Han can't look at him. Ga-On's bow to his back, even though Yo-Han is refusing to see it. the light on the other side of the door that Ga-On enters and leaves through.  

Yo-Han likes grabbing people around the neck but still keeping them at arm's length.  Is this a common thing in S. Korean media? It looks odd and therefore memorable to me, and I can read all sorts of things about Yo-Han into this move.

finally putting pres. buffoon in his place.  The scary thing is that he wasn't even that over the top.  presidents do just order tanks to destroy their country's people. 

i'm sure this series is saying things about nationalism, racism, xenophobia etc in S. Korea, but I don't know enough to know exctly what.  is this something they could only say while under the heavily emphasized pretext that "this is a virtual dystopia"? and i beleive that they kept a lot of the markers of the korean govt. the same - the flag, the blue house (looks similar to what i found of the real blue house in photos).  Like, they could just be using prez. buffoon's nationalism for the 'vibes', but i suspect it's a least a little more than that.

I do think even though Seon-Ah is acting like this is a business decision, at least in part it's an emotional/[moral?] one. Now that Pres. Heo is threatening the place where she grew up.

if they're going with a nihilist ending (which they might, I genuinely cannot predict which way it will go.  part if it's that the homophonic need to deny the romance is going to throw things off) then my prediction is that Our Two Representative Business Men are going to be shown ending up on top.  That's how it usually goes in the "real world." the ambitious women, the public figures, the people who want to change things, they get destroyed and the men pulling the strings in the background, giggling at everyone else's attempts to be powerful, end up with the world in their hands.  but the show could be going with a different story.  although its hard for me to imagine what victory for Yo-Han would look like.  he doesn't want to rule (govern), he just wants to destroy the rot.  but as other characters keep saying, the rot goes deep.  The only "happy" ending I can see would be him and Ga-On leaving the battlefield to be cozily domestic together.  which is a happy ending for them (very hunger games, if i'm recalling the end correctly). but it also would be unsatisfactory for the audience.  we've been seeing all this evil, we want to see it destroyed.  but the show hasn't posited anything to replace it with (which these types of shows hardly ever do.  how do they usually end? i can't think of any endings i remember right now)

I love seeing a badass Seon Ah.  And Seon Ah in pink in this flashback! I think this is the first time in pink? oh, maybe a pink floral dressing gown at home with the bathroom mirrors?  What if anything does the pink represent?

(30:20)  this image of pres. Heo slumped under the tilting S. Korean flag!

Seon-Ah and Yo-Han keep having conversations about loneliness.

he's barely even reacting to her.  Usually he pretends he's ignoring her, but now she can't pull his focus from his thoughts.  he's not interested in these power games with her anymore. (ruminating on his heartbreak?)

and then he engages, but without the same intensity as usual.  it feels like he's done with her, with their power struggle.

I guess that really hurt her? it's hard to figure out what her actual vulnerable points are

(35:57) - Chairman Park asks "What kind of scam is he going to pull off this time?"  same, dude, same.

my god.  his face.  his voice.  Ji Sung sir you can act.

I feel like this is surrender. genuine surrender, not an act or an attempt to manipulate.  this was a confession of his soul. surrundering himself to Ga-On, not his enemies. He wants to be a man that Ga-On will trust and respect, no matter the consequences to himself. I'm obviously projecting and assuming a lot here, but I don't even think this was about trying to win Ga-On's love, he just wanted to become the man Ga-On saw.  

but probably it is also strategic.  We have two hours left. So even if this was him surrendering, he's gotta start coming up with plans and plots again or we're going nowhere.  I suppose Yo-Han could go passive and wait for Ga-On to rescue him, but that seems way too out of character.  I do predict that Ga-On is going to see that confession, (fall in love again,) forgive-ish him, and start plotting a rescue. 

Also, I think at this point Ga-On has some of Jeong Joseph's story?  or not?  we haven't heard it yet though. 

or maybe it was just p.r. as a manipulation it seems like it was effective.  The public is loving this questing superhero thing.  It was effective on me too.  I think the reality is that it was both. He was being honest and surrendering, but he also knew that it would work.  and to be fair, Ga-On also loves his manipulative scheming side.

I just feel like the series keeps showing us that Y is honest, and then pretending to ask the question, ‘oh but can we trust him,’ when they've already basically proven he can be trusted.  The game is starting to feel a little stale at this point.  you've already asked this same exact question and answered it, ask a slightly different one please.

interesting that the opposition party so far has just been a phrase.  we've never seen anyone from it, we haven't heard anything about them.  I know they already have a lot of characters, and the point is that the power is outside of the official system, but still.. (another thing that makes this world feel a little hollow.  like at least show us one of them making speeches on tv?)

(40:45) Yo-Han’s unreadable face.  slight smile.  my (perhaps wishful thinking) interpretation is that this is a victory, yes, but he's still heartbroken.

ok. Su-Hyeon's grave.  breathe, gillianthecat.  focus on the angst of Ga-On's emotions, not the meta around this scene.

the blood on the edges of the notebook!

i can't tell if Prof. Min feels manipulative because he is, or if it's because his narrative function is to explain things and be Yo-Han's foil in the battle for Ga-On's soul

YSH and G's song 💔

Is the dead guy YSH's killer?  i assume that's what the flashback indicates, but it's hard tell from these angles

oh fuck.  Ga-On's face when he hears Yo-Han's voice. 💔 his breakdown.  He is heartbroken.  He was falling in love. he wanted so desperately to trust Yo-Han, for the good parts he saw to be real

i'm still predicting Yo-Han's not going to turn out to be evil. that there will be an acceptable explanation.  because that's where the rest of the story has led us.  pure evil yohan will just feel like a twist for the sake of a twist without sufficient narrative support. We've seen the world through Yo-Han's eyes too much.  it might have worked if they kept him more mysterious

(55:00) My prediction is that Yo-Han know he's coming.  that he knew that that was Ga-On on the phone.  but i'm not very sure about this.

oh god, the echo of the knife that Su-Hyeon grabbed.  this scene is intense, i keep wanting to pause.

oh, they make the knife parallel explicit

"you will regret it." the same response Ga-On had to Yo-Han choking him at his office.  the way they know each other and don't know each other at all

Yo-Han always refuses to explain himself or defend himself.  he just talks around it "you should know that evidence is futile." some of that is the show's requirement to hold onto mystery and suspense but also... Yo-Han never expects to be believed, he thinks everyone has already pre-judged him as a monster and he doesn't want to defend his humanity

oh the look of betrayal on Yo-Han's face when Judge Min and the cops walk in.  even after all that he wants and hopes for Ga-On to be on his side.  he was less betrayed by Ga-On trying to kill him than by Ga-On turning him over to the authorities.

The only question he asks is, Ga-On do you believe me. That's all he cares about.  the desperate way Yo-Han says his name. my god.

If I'm correct in all my interpretations, I think the show wants to have Yo-Han as both a person and a mystery.  and that's a very difficult line for the storytellers to walk.  I think it's possible, but I think they don't quite pull it off.  At least for me, I've bought into him too much as a person, and the mystery now feels like cheap manipulation and unsubstantiated twists.

aaand Seon-Ah walks in.  was she behind the scenes on all this? did she plant Yo-Han's number in that dead guys phone (presumably he was actually YSH's killer, that seems like an unnecessary twist to it all)

I'm going to predict for now that prof. min didn't know about seon ah's involvement.  but who even knows at this point.

well, that question was answered two seconds later.  i guess my suspicions of prof min were founded.  I think I'm pleased with this twist.  or at least the concept, they could still ruin it at the end.  it was predictABLE but i didn't in fact predict it.  (it's hard to distinguish sometimes which things are holes in the story telling and which are intentional hints that something shady is going on)

and here's the oddly orchestrated Rachmaninoff 

but also Ga-On's 'oh no did i get this all wrong' face.  my god, he's being battered from all sides (this feels gothic, among other things)  and min is giving the same reasoning (1:01:34)  "It was a choice for greater justice. You will understand it one day."  

but what greater justice could this be?  He's working with self-professed manipulators who only want money.  Does he genuinely believe Kang Yo-Han is that evil that it's worth working with these other evils? or is he just lying about that?  

did he latch onto Ga-On already years ago (about 7 years?) when he was a law student (judge student? I don't know how that works in S. Korea) because he looked like Kang Isaac? or did seon ah go to him later on. presumably at least some of these questions will get answered in the final episode.

"You were the weakness I planted near the Young Master."

The wolves are closing in on them both.  of course this happened in the gothic mansion, in their domestic space, not in the halls of power.  not sure exactly why yet, but it feels right.  they're cornered together, they've got nothing left but each other (? i'm guessing?) and they have no power any more.  the outside world is invading their private space.  The two stories being told are colliding.  (they have been colliding all along, but i guess more so now?)

ok, I can see why Su-Hyeon's death was necessary given these twists and this direction. i still feel like having them get together immediately before she died was homophobic and there is no other reason for it besides homophobia.  

ok, my prediction re. Jeong Joseph and the tapes: he is telling the truth, Yo-Han did ask him to hide something.  but it's not that Yo-Han set the fire or killed his brother.  but frankly i have no ideas for what it could be instead.

oh my god his desperation here. We have never seen him this raw. my heart.  He does not want Ga-On to see this.  He cares so deeply about Ga-On's opinion of him.  Maybe he did do it?  and has been living with guilt.  finding out very soon...

their faces! the emotions here. the intensity.  the gothic thunderstorm. It's effective how they show us their reactions first, before showing us what happened.

one last guess that I don't actually think is true because it doesn't lead to the levels of angst we're seeing - Elijah is somehow responsible? ok, deep breath and dive in.

ok, I'm sorry, but if this is their approach to fire safety, how did this church not burn down years ago.  is this going to be a weak explanation that doesn't hold up to the weight of all the angst it's supporting?  I'm worried, but this show has redeemed itself before.

ok.  I guess that was it.  My throw-away guess was right.  I mean it makes sense in some ways.  Yo-Han is obviously incredibly devoted to her, has centered his life around her.  but I don't see how that has anything to do with all the other plotting going on.  How does hiding this mean he needed to bring down the foundation, minister cha, et al.

and why was he so desperate that Ga-On not see it?  Ga-On wouldn't judge or tell.  I think Yo-Han must know that.  has he just been keeping this secret for so long that its' grown into this enormous bundle of emotions he can't be rational about? the emotions are not matching what's actually happening

Also, I 100% blame the church people for that fire.  It was not her fault. who the fuck leaves that many candles unattended and precariously placed in a wooden building.  I'm getting emotional about it, but I don't think they're the emotions the show wants me to have.

"At that very second. I decided to die" with the scissors behind him.

For a second time, all this amazing intensity from the actors (wow they're both great here, Elijah too), the filming, the music, it all so well done.  but it's undermined by the fact that the plot twist behind it just doesn't make enough sense.  

I wish they had the courage to let Yo-Han have been the killer.  although that wouldn't have made sense either.  Honestly, I can't think what secret truth about the fire would have both held all that emotional angst and fit all the facts we already knew about the characters and their past.  

I recognize some of this may be cultural differences.  emotions around guilt and responsibility and protection can vary a lot between cultures, and so i don't know how i'd respond to these scenes if i was korean.  But even if it makes more emotional sense, I still don't think it makes enough sense to sustain everything else.

also, you don't want her to know that she killed her parents, but you let her become someone who is complicit in deliberately sending a prisoner to be raped.  I recognize that those are very different in any universe, and that in this universe the latter is apparently not a bad thing.  but since i've been yanked out of the story i'm gonna go ahead and complain about that too.  

oh, so Seon-Ah's skin care routine was product placement.  good on them in making it feel part of the story.  lol, this is a funny time to bring in the ads.  

I kind of don't even want to watch the final episode. I'm feeling so let down, and I don't have hope that the plot is going to get more sensical. 

but remember, the actors are consistently wonderful and intense. it's worth it to watch just for them.  and at this point i've got to see what happens even if the storytelling is a train wreck.  

still thinking about the reveal.  like, i fully believe that he would do anything to protect Elijah.  We've seen that all along.  His most intense reactions were whenever he thought she was in danger.  and it fits everything we've seen abou their awkward relationship.  She's become more of a mission than a person to him.  he never really had a parent, he doesn't know how to parent, so fiercely protecting her is the only way he knows how to show his love.

BUT.  how on earth does what he's done protect her?!!  How does making himself a monster help?  Is his desire for justice a separate motivation?  Is he trying to control the world because that's the only way he thinks he can keep her safe?  Is he even supposed to be thinking rationally here, or has the mission overtaken its original motivation (just like they showed in that scene with President Heo and his wife)?  I really hope they give me an explanation I can buy.  

hmm. did Yo-Han know that Prof. Min was working with Seon-Ah?  I think he didn't.

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#the devil judge episode 15 #kind of like liveblogging #the devil judge reaction #the devil judge #the devil judge spoilers #reaction by gillianthecat

[duskamethyst]

mistakes.

a/n: totally for self indulgence... don’t know how is this gonna do though since i’m not sure if a lot of people has caught up with the manga but i’m pretty sure the fandom has seen him at least once and instantly thirst for him. so, idk what colour his eyes are (i can see blue but fanwiki says green so i stuck with that and in between). this comes with a package of me pointing out how big and buff he is and idc if you’ll get annoyed over it.

word count: 6.1k

genre: AU, nsfw, smut, angst if you squint

warnings: DARK – NONCON, coercion, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, choking, mind break, breeding, face fucking, slight dacryphilia, spitting, age gap, degradation, virgin reader, dilf toji manhandling reader

pairing: toji x f!reader

languages available: vietnamese.

summary: you want to surprise your bestie, megumi upon his arrival home from college but things take a terrible turn.

one.

heavy rain starts pouring as soon as you’ve reached the front doorstep of the fushiguro’s household. it was a dumb idea to not bring an umbrella with you despite the sky already starting to get dark when you left home earlier, but you were willing to push your luck and started sprinting once you felt prickles of droplets landing on your skin. with a stroke of luck, you managed to escape the heavy downpour from soaking your clothes.

drawing a deep and relieved sigh, you take a moment to regain control over your breathing before knocking the big front door. aware of the aftermath of the run, you fix your hair with your hands as you wait for megumi to come and greet you. 

college made you and the male to part ways until phones were the only thing that kept you both up to date with each other’s lives. ironically enough, that’s the thing you forgot to bring when you left home in a rush and excitement to surprise your dear friend since he’s coming home today. you can vividly remember the last text you read; he was at the train station and you had to estimate the time of his arrival and the time he would be at home instead of asking him.

however, you’re caught slightly off guard when a different man opens the door for you instead. nonetheless, your lips curl to a sweet smile and there’s a brief of awkward silence before he speaks. you know him, but he doesn’t seem to remember you at all.

“you’re..?” with a tilt of his head, he looks down at you with a curious brow. 

“it’s me, mr. fushiguro!” you offer your name, scrutinizing the expression on his face as his forehead crinkles while he jogs through his memories. then he glances at you and away in thought and back at you again with wide eyes when he finally recalls.

“oh, it’s you!” he ruffles your hair, a bit too enthusiastic in spite of his usual character that you were always familiar with. “i haven’t seen you in a while.”

you let out a little laugh, “yeah. i think i was fourteen the last time i saw you, mr. fushiguro. but it’s nice to see you again.”

“ah, yes. i had to go out of town and overseas for business a lot.” toji explains, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly bashful that he didn’t recognize the girl– no, woman before him even when you both have met plenty of times back when you often came to play with his son since you both were still little. 

but can anyone blame him? time works wonders and now the little girl he used to know has grown to be much more mature and gorgeous and so... demure.

“yeah, megumi told me. speaking of him, is he home?” you finally inquire, bringing up the reason why you’re here in the first place. 

two.

“why don’t you come in first? it’s cold outside.” he says before immediately turning around without answering your question. you close the door behind you and follow him closely, also somewhat intimidated when you realize how tall and huge he is– the tight fitting shirt stretches over his wide back and accentuating his physique even more. his arms are toned and popping with veins, not the way you used to remember at least, but you’ve never cared to notice. you’re not certain of his age either, but you’re pretty sure you’d be surprised if you find out.

“do you want coffee or tea?” toji suddenly breaks the silence as you nervously stand in the middle of the room to take a glimpse around the kitchen like it’s your first time being there, completely heedless over his gaze lingering up and down your curves, observing the figure of a girl who just freshly went through her womanhood and your lascivious beauty before he quickly turns around to grab two mugs from the cabinet. 

“anything is fine.” you politely reply, fear of sounding somewhat demanding if you choose your preference despite being offered with choices. 

“come on, you’re giving a man a hard time.” he jokes. “and sit down.”

he’s trying to extend his invitation though intentionally sounding assertive, but when he sees that you are quick to comply and scramble to your seat, he finds it to be... stimulating. at least he knows that you’re docile and he wonders if he could put it to the test. well, doesn’t matter. he will.

“coffee is good.” you smile, interrupting his train of thoughts and he pours the coffee from the pot before walking over to hand you your mug. 

“unfortunately,” he sits down on the chair next to you. “megumi isn’t home right now.” toji puts his lips between the warm mug and softly blows before sipping his coffee. “he wanted to take a short trip to the store but i think he’s going to be stuck there for a while.” he looks out the window to only see pitch black staring back at him along with roaring thunder from the skies.

“oh.” you mutter, taking a careful sip of the hot brew. a little disappointed that you couldn’t see megumi yet, but his dad is right– it’s nearly a disaster outside but you find no point hanging around any longer either.

“is it too bitter? you don’t like it?” his voice laces with concern when he notices your face involuntarily scrunches up at the bitter taste. 

you quickly shake your head, “no, no. it’s fine!” you reassure, afraid that he’ll take offense from the coffee he personally made. “besides, if megumi isn’t here, i–”

three.

“oh, it’s fine if you wait here for him.” he cuts you off. “unfortunately, we don’t have an extra umbrella.” the corners of his lips tug into a comforting smile and you are quick to relax into it. 

you’ve always found toji to be quite frightening when you were young. he seemed like someone who never smiled, always had a sombre and intense vibe to him that no child would be too fond of.  there was no exchange of words between you two, except for your constant brief hello and a smile that you did out of courtesy whenever you bump into him inside his house, even though he never replied anything back. not even a crack on the lips to return the smile. 

but today is different. probably because he finds it easier for him to talk to an adult than a child and you’re relieved that you’re able to humor him in some way.

“so, are you and megumi a thing?” he abruptly asks and glances at you as he sips his coffee.

“no, we’re not!” you titter, waving a hand in dismissal as you bring up the mug to hide your face from embarrassment.

“oh?” a glint of amusement and surprise shines in his green eyes. “are you sure?”

you blink at the question as heat warms your cheeks from the thought of dating your best friend. “yes, megumi and i are just friends. really.” 

“why? because you have a boyfriend?” toji pries, uncaring if he sounds intrusive to you and you only assume that he’s trying to strike up a conversation in some old fashioned way.

you just shake your head and laugh, “it’s not that, either.” 

“hmm,” he props his elbow on the table leisurely, head resting on his fist as he looks at you intently, as if in search of something. “you’re pretty hard to figure out.” 

“what do you mean? i don’t think so.” you smile, bringing up the mug to cover your face again so you can shy away from his intense gaze yet he thinks that it’s endearing and he finds himself grinning unwillingly. 

toji notices how you always try to look away when you get so shy over some simple questions. you’re just oozing with purity and innocence of a maiden and something dark and twisted inside him is craving to violate every part of it. 

“for a start, i can’t figure out why you don’t have one.” he says, tapping his fingertips on the table as his mind is running with sinful thoughts. 

“hmm, maybe because i haven’t found anyone interesting yet.” you finally lock your eyes with his as you answer, not wanting to come off as rude if you keep on talking without looking directly at the man.

“isn’t my son good for you?” he couldn’t care less to be honest; he only plans to test the waters and is even more aroused to learn that you’ve never been touched by a man before and he feels like a wolf that’s just ready to pounce on a lost, little lamb.

“oh, no, no!” why do you have to get so bashful? he’ll fuck you on this table if you don’t stop. “we just don’t see each other that way.”

he’s so lost in his thoughts and carnal desires that whatever you’re babbling seems to go in one ear and out the other.

“then, what do you think of me?” he asks nonchalantly with a smirk plastered across his face.

you blink at him once, twice. “uhh, what?” is he suddenly getting self-conscious? 

“you heard me. what do you think of me?” yet he doesn’t seem like it either.

“umm,” you ponder for a moment as you think of every adjective you can find in your head that wouldn’t come out offensive if you’re going to be honest with him. why would he even ask you such a thing anyways? and why would it matter to him? there’s nothing nice about him that you could exactly pinpoint from the past except for ‘scary’, ‘serious’ and some other things revolving around those.

“i thought that you were kinda... scary?” you blurt unsurely, mentally slapping yourself for even daring to say such a thing to him. unless it’s a vibe that he was going for, then you’d be relieved. 

it isn’t exactly what toji wants to hear but he laughs heartily, “really?” a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you again, his eyes glimmering with daunt. “but are you still scared of me?”

“uh, no.” you laugh. “you’re actually really nice, mr. fushiguro.” 

“oh, that makes me feel better.” another grin etches on his scarred lips as he draws his gaze to your hands that are tensing and fiddling with your sleeves and your leg is bouncing; a perfect depiction of a trembling lamb cornered in his den– and he’s fucking starving. 

has he got you on edge? are you nervous? good. “but i think you should.”

a lump catches in your throat and your heart drops, “i- what?”

the chair emits a screeching sound and it stumbles backwards as toji abruptly stands up from his seat. sheer panic causes you to rise on your feet too, and your eyes dart to the chair, and the male, back and forth as your mind tries to get a grasp on the situation.

“mr. fushiguro..?” you whisper meekly, taking a step away and around the table as you notice him taking a careful yet threatening inch closer. 

“no, no. i’m not gonna hurt you.” toji (barely) reassures you as he continues creeping on his feet. but the sinister smile on his lips takes out every last bit of faith you had in him and the loud voice in your head keeps telling you to run for the door and never look back– fuck the rain.

 as if he can read through your thoughts, he warns. “but i will, if you run.” 

the smile on toji’s face turns smug when he sees you freeze in place upon his threat. being trapped under the unpleasant situation triggers your fight or flight responses and rapid heartbeat drums in your ears as you stand in trance and trepidation.

“that’s a good girl.” he coos, taking another step forward before you decide to throw a mug at him and dash towards the door as fast as you can. you assume that toji has pushed the table to the floor when you hear a loud thud, followed by his hasty footsteps as he catches up quickly behind you. 

the door that is finally within arm’s reach suddenly changes into a mirage when a strong pair of arms grabs you by the waist and your body floats as it lifts onto his shoulder. the huge contrast between the size of your body and his should let you know; no matter how much you try to resist, he will never budge. yet, your arms and legs still flail around in an attempt to punch and kick him and you’re screaming for him to let you down and just hope that anyone is able to hear your cries in spite of the thunderstorm. 

well, so much for luck.

“ah, ah. you don’t wanna do that.” there’s a mocking and amusing tone in his voice as he advises you. “you should save that energy later. juuust in a bit.” 

“mr. fushiguro– stop–!” you sob, watching your only escape slowly disappears out of sight when he turns to a corner and into a dark room. your body bounces onto a mattress before toji’s huge, ripped figure swiftly looms above yours and ties your hands together with a belt and onto the headboard. at this point, the illuminating lights through the windows are the only thing that aids your vision and you have to rely more on your senses.

“shh,” he shushes you with a finger against your trembling lips. “the neighbors will hear. and if they do, i want it to be because you’re getting fucked so good. so be a good little girl for daddy, okay?”

regardless of being terrified, you find yourself cringing over the nickname he refers to himself. hopefully, he won’t ask you to call him that either. “mr. fushiguro– i– please don’t do this. i- i won’t tell anyone.” 

toji tsks, taking his sweet time to admire your smaller body underneath his– the exposed, soft skin on your neck waiting to be bruised, chest heaving as your breath comes deep and short, and legs pressing together to secure your modesty; though will prove to be futile later. 

“i know you won’t.” his thumb grazes against your lips, mesmerized by its plushness as he imagines it wrapped prettily around his throbbing cock. “are you a virgin?”

you only nod your head, eyes wavering as you look at his darker ones before catching it shine with interest. 

“never had anything inside here?” he asks again, pressing your cunt against the fabric of your pants with his fingers. the dark room makes it hard to see, but your cheeks are turning red from humiliation and you look away before shaking your head no.

“are you sure?” toji’s thumb presses down on your clit and causes your body to shudder apprehensively.

“o-only my finger.” you audibly whisper through the white noise outside. 

oh, how exhilarating. guess the innocent looking ones can be lewd too. don’t you know that a cock would make you feel better? a big cock like his is definitely what you need. just a finger wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you! poor little thing. 

“then i got to teach you a few things, right? it’ll come handy later. boys love girls with experiences.” he promptly strips you off from your pants before carelessly throws it to the ground and kneels between your legs to keep you wide and open for him.

“you like to be touched here?” his finger reaches down to ghost over your clothed clit, observing you with lust filled eyes while you turn away from his gaze and remain unresponsive. “daddy is a very impatient person so i suggest you answer me.”

toji pinches your clit, and your body squirms with an elicited yelp. you can only guess (and hope) that he wasn’t referring to him touching you there but you answer anyway, “y-yes.”

he hums in satisfaction, moving down until his head stops between your thighs and in front of your sex. toji grabs your thigh and spreads them apart before flattening his warm tongue against your clothed bud, causing a shiver to run down your spine and it quickly draws your attention to him.

your face heats up in embarrassment when you see toji’s head dipped in front of your pussy, but he’s only calm and teasing as his jade eyes stare up to lock with yours to look for a reaction.

“you’ve never felt a tongue over here either, hm?” he sneers, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you mentally curse yourself for feeling slightly aroused over his ministrations. 

“just let me go, please.” you try to close your legs, but to no avail when his rough hands push them away.

“you know, if you keep asking for ridiculous things,” toji tuts and grasps your supple thighs hard, nails digging painfully on your skin. “i might have to get rough on you. but you’re a smart girl and you wouldn’t like that, right?” 

“n-no.” you choke and fidget.

“good. because i only want you to feel good.” he offers a gentle smile and kisses the dented mark on your thigh. “so, let’s start over. you haven’t answered me.”

you nibble your lip hesitantly and look anywhere but him, “no.”

“see? all the more reason for me to show you what you’ve been missing out.” he chuckles, tugging your underwear to the side impatiently.

“fuck. such a pretty pussy.” he growls at the sight of your bare cunt. there isn’t a lot of slick yet, but it’s fine, he’ll make you get there. that’s the point of this whole ordeal, right?

your body quivers naturally once you feel the foreign sensation; wet, warm muscle prodding your puffy folds up to your clit and circling on it with the tip of his tongue teasingly as he observes you from below. 

your eyes are screwed shut and your lips are caught between your teeth as you try to restrict your whines from the undeniable pleasure rushing in your veins and he doesn’t stop– your pathetic attempt to deny him and your sentiments only drives him to push you over the edge even more. 

with a harsh suck on your clit, he manages to get you to squeal and you can feel him smirking underneath you. toji flattens his tongue and laps off your juices again before he takes you by surprise when he suddenly slides a finger inside your tight, wet cunt. 

“shh. it’ll feel good, baby girl.” he comforts when he hears you whimper at the pain inflicted and true enough, it soon begins to feel good. you’ve fingered yourself plenty of times before, but it feels different when he does it for you– his finger is thick and long that it reaches deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

toji notices you start to become quiet so he slides in another digit, eliciting yet another sob from you. the warm and moist cunny makes his cock twitch and he finds himself getting eager. your back arches from the bed when toji curls his fingers to stroke the bumpy tissues of your g-spot with every drag.

“feels good, yeah?” he grins arrogantly as your legs tremble under his hold. your breathing has turned erratic and your toes are curling as your mouth gapes in pitiful, broken cries that are just music to his ears. 

“answer me, sweetheart.” he presses down a thumb on your neglected clit, reminding you that he is not keen on being ignored and disputed. 

“y-yes.” you finally choke through pants and shame. though the answer comes out in hesitance, your body is more honest– pussy sopping and eliciting obscene squelches and it’s enough to satisfy him for now. 

your head thrashes side to side as you feel yourself about to tip over but you still refuse to beg toji for a release. 

“hah– fuck!” you whimper loudly when toji oh-so-generously sucks your clit again, fingers pumping faster inside your cunt, making your body feel even more tense with overbearing stimulation before finally pushing you over the edge and you break into a silent scream.

toji laps off your slick before he pulls out his finger into his mouth and licks them clean. 

“that’s a good girl. why don’t you taste yourself?” he climbs on top of you while you gasp for air from the intense orgasm and he easily pulls you into a fervour, sloppy kiss. you can feel the wet slick on his chin and you can taste yourself at the same time as he intertwines his tongue with yours. 

four.

out of spite and vexation, you found courage to bite his tongue hard and toji instantly pushes himself from you, his dark eyes express astonishment and agitation.

“fucking bitch.” he curses as his eyes narrow at you displeasingly before he takes off his pants and briefs to release his cock from its confinements. his cock is throbbing and thick, and you can almost see a trickle of precum on its head. you crumple at the sight as regret and anxiety washes over you.

“don’t worry, it’ll fit.” he says cockily upon the worrisome look on your face. “but since you like it rough, i’m sure you want to choke on it first.” 

“no– i’m sorry!” you shake your head but toji only lets out a scornful laugh as he disregards your pleas and props himself on the knees and over your neck.

toji slaps the tip of his cock on your lips, gesturing you to open your mouth but you purse them into a flat, thin line and refuse to obey. 

“open up. it’s a part of your lesson after all.” he snaps before squeezing your cheeks together. “it’ll get worse if you don’t listen to me.” 

“d-don’t wa-ant to– flea-shh.” you whimper and toji emits a long, deep sigh as he releases his grip. 

“i don’t like repeating myself.” his voice is laced with malice and chills crawls up your spine as his eyes look down at you demeaningly before you slowly open your mouth trepidatiously and wait for his next order. 

“no teeth. i think you’d know that much.” he patronizes before sliding his cock inside your mouth and he hisses as the warmth engulfs his throbbing cock. “that’s it. now, suck.”

and you have no choice but to obey submissively. you slightly lift your head and struggle to take his length as much as you can before running your tongue around to feel each prominent vein.

“i said suck, whore.” he commands through gritted teeth. you hollow your cheeks, compressing his fat cock tight between them as you bop your head up and down. 

“fuuuck, just like that.” toji groans as his hand reaches the top of your head and caresses you softly. you start to pick up the pace, slobbering his dick with so much saliva that it begins to seep from the corners of your mouth and it’s so wet and obscene– just the way he likes it. 

“it almost makes me think that this isn’t your first time.” his head falls back and hips begin to jerk until the tip hits the back of your throat, forcing you to take more than you could. you choke as tears start to well up in your eyes and the bedhead shakes when you try to tug your wrists. 

“what’s wrong? can’t take my fat cock?” he scoffs arrogantly. “you gotta work on your gag reflex, sweetheart.”

the muffles from your throat vibrate against his dick and toji groans in pleasure that he subconsciously rocks his hips, slapping your chin with his balls. your vision has become blurry and breathing becomes harder as you let him abuse your throat and your jaws ache before he abruptly pulls out and you can finally gasp for precious air.

“look at you,” his cock twitches with excitement when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks from your doe eyes and he wipes them away with his thumb, making you flinch slightly, “are you sorry for making daddy mad?” 

toji always tries to articulate each word with appease. it’s never soothing per se when you can sense the threat entwining in his voice and it’s fucking you psychologically.

and it deems to be successful when you’re already trembling in fear underneath him. 

you’re uncertain whether he prefers you to speak or not, but your throat is sore so you meekly nod your head in response. it’s better than nothing, to be honest.

“good. open your mouth.”

your mouth is already parted for air but you assume that he wants to put his cock in again. submissively, yet dreadfully, you open your mouth wider and await for him to shove his cock back in but you’re surprised when toji spits in your mouth instead. 

it’s warm and disgusting; you’re just left gaping and repelled, and you want to spit it out but toji squeezes your cheeks together.

“swallow.” he orders. you quickly brace yourself and close your eyes before cringing as you gulp down the mix of saliva in your mouth and toji releases his grip once he’s certain that you’ve ingested. 

“i could’ve made you swallow my cum but i’d feel bad,” he chuckles sardonically. “what do you have to say?” 

“t-thank you.” you whisper vaguely and he accustoms his face to a simper. 

“good girl.” toji smashes his lips onto yours, yet his eyes are locked with yours ominously for a brief second– a telltale that he expects you not to pull up another stunt before they close as he deepens the kiss. 

obviously, nothing would benefit you whether you comply or defy, not until you’ve catered for his insatiable lechery. but you’ve learned your lesson and although you’re compelled, you finally relent as every ounce of resistance begins to drift from you. 

toji breaks the kiss and shifts lower, peppering greedy kisses on your neck before he catches the soft, chaste skin between his teeth to suck and form purplish bruising marks. he lifts up your shirt over your head and hastily unclasps your bra, causing you to shudder once the cold air hits your exposed breasts. 

large, calloused hands press your mounds before his mouth latches on one perky tit, while the other is tweaked with his fingers. experienced tongue draws circles and sucks punishingly, alternating with the other nipple. the headboard rattles as you keen over the stimulation and your eyes open in dismay when you feel something hard prodding your clit. 

he moves lower and spits on your cunt before propping on his knees to take off his tight shirt– through subdued glow, you can make out the outline of his toned abs and broad chest as his large build towers menacingly in front of you; even when he’s not standing on his feet.

“listen. daddy is going to release the binds, but do you promise to be good?” he asks, smearing the saliva with his cockhead and against your slit.

“yes. i- i promise.” you murmur appallingly; as if you have a choice in the matter.

toji leans over to unrestrain you then he observes you, expecting you to put up a fight but instead, you just remain still underneath him. 

he grins in satisfaction, getting off to the fact that you’ve fallen into submission before he shifts back into his prior position and bends your knees up to line his cock with your hole. a feeling of triumph stirs inside him when he’s reminded that he’s the ‘chosen’ one to defile your innocence.

“stop! it hurts–!” you wail and your hands clench the sheets when you feel toji’s thick cock stretching your virgin cunt slowly, but he ignores you, groaning at the warmth that engulfs him and the tight walls that clenches him as he selfishly pushes through. 

it burns. so bad. your chest heaves rapidly and you screw your eyes shut as your face twists to express pain and uncomfort. “please, please–! i can’t–”

“yes, you can.” his tone is indifferent as he holds you down since your body keeps on wincing until he finally fills you to the brim and he can see a bulge poking on your tummy. 

“fuck. haven’t been inside a virgin cunt for a while.” he mutters under his breath. “now, i know it hurts but i promise you’ll enjoy it. it’s just too bad that you get to have a big cock as your first.” he snickers nonchalantly and leans down closer to your face, making you jolt when you feel it inching deeper.

“if it makes you feel better– you’re fucking tight. just the way daddy likes it.” toji whispers in your ear but you can only freeze in fear and agony.

toji hovers above you, his hands firmly grip the headboard in front of him and he begins to move his hips; thrusting in and out of your pussy. 

your fists clench the sheets harder as a loud cry rips from your throat, “no! it hurts! please!”

but toji doesn’t seem to mind, his cyan orbs stare down at you coldly yet in focus as he relishes over the plush walls clamping down on his cock. 

“stop! stop– i- i don’t want–!” you continuously wail as you writhe in anguish before he suddenly stops pounding and he wraps his hand around your neck instead, instantly drawing your attention to him as he applies pressure in his hold. 

“if you don’t stop whining like a bitch in heat, i will fucking breed you like one.” he warns through gritted teeth, clearly agitated over your act of defiance. 

“you want this. you’re going to love this.” his words are sick endeavours to coerce you into another round of complete submission. 

but what else can you do? toji’s hand is so large that his middle finger and thumb almost reach each other as it clasps around your frail neck and you know he can easily crush your windpipes if he wants to.

“say it. you. want. this.” he seethes.

“i. want. this.” you barely croak each word and they’re slowly influencing your cloudy mind. as soon as he releases you, you soothe the pain around your throat with your hand as you gasp for air.

“fuck. don’t think i didn’t feel you clenching around my cock just now.” he sneers and situates himself again before ruthlessly and steadily continuing where he left off. 

you only close your eyes and bite your lips hard to stop whimpering as you mentally comfort yourself and dissolve every inch of your sanity; i’m going to enjoy it, it’s going to feel good soon, i want this, i want this.

soon enough, toji notices that your muscles have relaxed– suggesting that you’ve finally caved in as pleasure overtakes you so he fucks you deeper and faster before he falls on his elbows and you can feel his bangs tickling your face.

“that’s it, baby. you make daddy feel so fucking good.” he praises between grunts. you can feel the veins on his cock dragging against your walls and he’s right, it feels so good and your lips open in breathless pants.

you find your arms to loosely wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist as if clinging onto him for dear life as toji ruts into your cunny like a feral beast. 

“you like it, yeah? this is what you want, isn’t it?” 

through hazy mind, you can only manage to whimper an audible ‘yes’ as you feel an odd, yet almost familiar knot twisting in your lower stomach begging to snap and your nails dig into the skin of his broad back upon the intense sensation shooting through your body. 

a low, deep guttural sound leaves his throat when he feels your nails sinking and scratching his back– it prompts him to quicken his pace and you can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over, causing your back to arch simultaneously. 

“i’m– i’m gonna–!” you keen as your body trembles in anticipation and your sopping cunt is clenching on his throbbing cock like a vice. 

“fuck yeah. cum on daddy’s cock.” toji urges and nips on the sensitive skin of your neck to tip you over the edge and your pupils blow wide as you break into a scream. despite being your second orgasm for the night, an overwhelming euphoria washes over you for the first time of your life; is this what it feels like? you don’t know, you’ve never had one (at least not from a cock) and your pussy is just fluttering, pulsing and creaming around his cock. 

“hah– fuck. good girl.” 

toji remains to snap his hips, fucking you through your high as you’re left in daze from your orgasm. toji can feel his balls tensing and his thrusts are turning sporadic as he inches closer to his climax. your whines and nonsense babbles are drowned by the feeling of pleasure that’s enveloping him and he doesn’t even have the resolution to listen to you gibbering when your cunny is just milking him, sucking him in like it doesn’t want to let go and he just wants to give what your greedy pussy asks for; to fill it up with his thick load until it’s full and leaking out of you. 

and daddy knows best, after all.

“shit– i won’t be able to hold it any longer. say you want daddy’s cum.” he grunts.

you’ve partly snapped out of your daze when you hear his voice again, and though you can’t see his face that’s already buried next to your head, you’re petrified and it’s making you feel dizzy and suffocated. 

“i– n-no. please not–” you sob through your raw throat.

but toji doesn’t listen and you don’t know if you’re relieved or not because if he does, you know that it’ll tick him off and it’s going to do you more harm than good– but you’re scared and it hurts, that you unwillingly start to snivel again.

“shut up. you’re gonna take it like a good cumslut.” he shoves two long fingers in your mouth, causing you to choke on them.

“daddy’s gonna cum in this pretty pussy and you’re gonna fucking take it.” 

toji’s grunts ring in your ears and you’re able to feel his cock twitching inside you before he finally releases hot ropes of cum– filling up and defiling your womb.

“y-you came inside..” you mumble once he takes out his fingers as you’re left entirely devastated and stupefied. 

“fucking did.” he pants, lifting his body up from you and pulls out his cock to shove back the dribbling cum that’s leaking from your abused cunny with his finger. you would wince but your mind is already numb and your body is sore that you can do nothing but burn holes through the ceiling above.

“don’t look so sad.” the room resonates with his chuckles and he gets off the bed to put back on his pants. toji walks over to the nightstand where a pack of cigarettes await him and he puts one between his lips and you can hear the flicking sounds of a lighter as he tries to burn the tip. 

“i can promise you that other guys wouldn’t be rough as me but one thing’s for sure,” he inhales the tobacco and exhales in a gratifying manner, “that will stay as the best fuck of your life.”

fat tears stream down your cheeks and you curl on your side, protecting your now-ruined-body as you quietly sob and your mind takes you back from how the ordeal even started and causes you to end up where you are right now– and it only makes you cry harder.

toji only lets out an exasperated sigh. he grabs his shirt from the floor and throws it on his shoulder before reaching the door.

“megumi won’t be coming home ‘til tomorrow. he said something about the train and the weather, so you can leave when you’re done. you know your way out.”

you hear the door close shut behind him and you’re left in the dark with nothing but the smell of his tobacco and the sounds of the drizzling rain accompanying you as you drown in your thoughts and griefs. 

how many mistakes have you made today? four? five? or more? 

you’ve lost count and you question yourself over again until you’re no longer able to care.

what’s done is done.

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[eloquent-vowel]

I have had a few bucky x read fic ideas bouncing around in my head and i cant write! So here is one,

Sam find a person who stairs and doesnt talk a whole lot because they uses ✨telepathy ✨. So Sam think they would be a good fit for Bucky, but he doesn’t know they have that power he just thinks they are mute. Then there is a thing where the reader is telling Buck how it works and they if they have something to connect them together like an object *reader motions to dog tags* they can have an unbreakable mind link. Then they fall in love or something. This is dumb, thank you for coming to my TedTalk

Hey! Thank you so much for this request, it wasn't dumb at all. I really enjoyed writing this. I may have gotten a bit carried away, this may sit close to 4000 words but we vibe. I hope this is what you had in mind! Please enjoy! <3

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Bucky had been enjoying a moments peace, he loved working with Sam but sometimes all he wanted was to put his feet up, put on some vinyl and enjoy a good cup of coffee all while reading a brilliant book. He had been trying to get into Game of Thrones lately, on Sam’s insistence, and he had been enjoying it. With the crackles of Glenn Miller from the turntable he missed the clunky footsteps coming up the stairs.

The sight that greeted Sam needed to be photographed. Bucky was lounging back on his ‘old man armchair’ feet up, hair in a towel, in a bathrobe, coffee in hand and facemask on, this was definitely one for the family album.

At the sound of the phone shutter Bucky practically launched himself out of the chair.

“Oh, you are never gonna live this one down old boy, it’s going to haunt you.” Sam almost cackled evilly as he began to email the photo to himself- he had learnt the hard way that Bucky was very proficient at breaking phones.

“You better not upload that photo anywhere, Wilson, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Pfft, reputation, that’s funny.”

Bucky scoffed as he stood up, placing his book carefully on the side table, “Big scary super soldier, people hardly run-in fear from a guy in a bathrobe.”

“I disagree, a man in a bathrobe is definitely something you should run from. AH NOPE!” Sam jumped backwards, on top of a nearby chair, as Bucky lunged for the phone, towel turban falling off in the process. “You are not breaking this phone as well.”

“Fine. But you gotta promise not to post that anywhere.” Bucky huffed.

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

“As long as- “

“Oh no, I’m not doing anything for you.”

“Think of it as payment for the last phone you broke and insurance for this picture.”

There was silence for a moment as the two friends eyed each other up. Sam raised his eyebrows, Bucky’s eyes narrowed. It was an intense staring match between a guy in a bathrobe and a precariously balanced man. A clock ticked.

“Fine.” Bucky conceded. “What do you want?”

“For you to come to a meeting.”

“The families of Veterans ones?”

“Yeah.” Sam slowly started climbing down from the chair. “And before you get your old man pants in a twist, I’m not trying to force you to talk or anything, kinda.”

“Kinda?” Suspicion laced through Bucky’s voice.

“You know sign language, right?”

“Which kind?”

“American? I think?”

“Yeah, I know ASL, might be a bit rusty but I’m sure it still holds up. Why do you ask?”

Sam shifted slightly on his feet, “There’s this person, they come in every week and listen. I tried to talk to them, but they communicate through sign language, and I don’t have anyone there to talk with them.” He cast his eyes to the floor, “I feel bad. They were brave enough to come to the group only to basically be ignored ‘because we didn’t plan well enough.”

Bucky smiled, face mask crinkling around his smile lines, “You could have just asked me to Sam. You didn’t have to blackmail me into this, of course I’ll help. When’s the next meeting?”

“This evening. You gonna be ready or do you need some more ‘me’ time.”

Bucky simply chuckled at Sam’s teasing tone, patted his shoulder making sure to squeeze just a bit too hard before retreating to his room.

“I’ll be there, Wilson, and I will look so much younger than you!”

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It was frustrating to you, going along to these meetings and not being able to communicate. You could always speak into someone’s mind but all that usually accomplished was a very paranoid person. But just listening to other’s stories really helped the grief from losing someone so close to you. You related to most of the people there and even though they didn’t understand you a lot of the time, you were always made to feel welcome- with friendly pats on the back and the odd tissue thrown your way.

You bustled into the familiar building with a new sense of excitement as Sam had promised to bring a translator for you this week. It was finally time to say your thanks to some of the people there and finally let the group know about your brother, so that it wasn’t only you that remembered him.

You all but ran through the hallways until you caught sight of a familiar smiling man. Sam was facing you, talking animatedly to another man, the strangers back was to you. He was tall, broad shouldered and dressed in a vintage looking leather jacket and rather well fitted trousers. Now the debate was: does the tailoring make the ass, or does the ass make the tailoring. You were halfway through the arguments on either side when Sam shouting your name disrupted the intense debating in your mind. You blushed at being caught, then blushed some more when you caught sight of the stranger’s face. Twinkling blue eyes under a deep-set brow should have made him intimidating, but he was smiling, and his face was dazzling. There was an immediate fluttering in your stomach.

“Hey, I’m Bucky.” Dear lord even his voice was nice, what made you smile even more was the fact that he signed as he spoke. Well, Sam certainly knew how to pick them well. “Sam introduced me; said you wanted an interpreter.”

You nodded as you signed back, “Nice to meet you, thank you for helping out.”

“No problem, Sam has told me a bit about you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“Okay I recognise my own name, you two better not be conspiring against me.” Sam piped up, to be honest you had forgotten about him for a moment.

Bucky laughed, and it sent a little thrill down you, he really was adorable.

“No worries, Wilson, just letting them know all your dirty little secrets.”

“Right, you two get in there, before you make me sleep with one eye open.”

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You and Bucky caught each other’s eye, his eyes were twinkling with mischief, and you couldn’t help the smile that overtook you. You had a feeling that the two of you would get on just fine.

The meeting passed easily. Bucky translated your signs and you finally felt like you could actually take part in these meetings. Everyone listened intently when you spoke of your brother and when you had thanked the whole group for being so open to you a couple of people shed a tear. By the end of the meeting though you were tired and very accepting of Bucky’s offer to walk you home.

It was a lot of side glances and hidden smiles and you walked side by side. Drawn to each other under the moonlit sky, it was nice to just be in the presence of someone who had such a kind aura. You spent the walk trying to work up the confidence to sign something, anything but nothing came to mind and Bucky seemed quite content to just walk in comfortable silence.

You soon reached your home, you turned to Bucky with a smile on your face and signed,

“Thanks for today, Bucky. You were really helpful.”

“No problem.” He signed back,

You hesitated slightly before signing, “Would you be happy to have a coffee with me, tomorrow?”

Bucky went a little red in the face, and chuckled, “I would love to, I know a nice place, real cosy. I’ll text you the details.”

“You know how to text?”

“Hey! I get enough stick from Sam, don’t need you getting on my case too. I’ll have you know that I am very adaptable.”

“Sure, Sure.” You smiled at his flustered tone. “I’ll wait for your text then, have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The two of you stared slightly awkwardly at each other, neither wanting to be the first to turn around. You shuffled your feet away slowing, smiling awkwardly once more at Bucky before turning. You heard his footsteps start to fade away as you walked towards your home. You were but three steps to the door when a large figure in a hoodie slammed into you, you raised your arms instinctively to block them when you noticed your shoulder was lighter. The bastard had stolen your bag.

You immediately took chase, chasing around the corner you just walked down but they were fast, faster then you at least. As you rounded the corner you caught sight of Bucky walking ahead. The thief wouldn’t stand a change against him. Without a second thought you cast your thoughts towards Bucky,

“Bucky! Thief! My Bag! Behind you!”

You saw Bucky flinch slightly then turn bewildered, his eyes widening when he saw you hurting towards him, chasing the hooded figure. He caught on and launched after the thief as well, with barely any effort he knocked the thief to the ground, grabbed your bag and whipped out his phone to call the cops.

Well, that was hot.

You took your bag back, immediately checking that you brother’s lucky coin was in the zippy pocket, to your relief it was still there. You looked up to see Bucky staring at you with a very puzzled look on his face. You sighed before casting your thoughts to his head once more,

“I’ll explain later.”

Bucky let out a strange, decompressed noise of shock, it made you giggle. The two of you waited in silence until the police came and took the thief away. The police car had barely driven away when he turned to you.

“Did you just, talk in my head? Or did my conscious just suddenly get really loud.”

“I did. Hi. Sorry about that.”

He waved his hands dismissively. “Believe it or not, not the weirdest thing I’ve encountered.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.”

There was an awkward silence.

“So,” You started, resorting back to sign language, it felt less invasive, “Still down for coffee?”

Bucky smiled, “One hundred percent. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Bye Bucky. Thanks for getting my bag back.”

“No problem, see ya.”

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The coffee shop that Bucky invited you to, was tucked away, it was the kind of place that you would stumble over on accident. With a simple door and a big window out the front, that lead soft orange light filter out onto the alley. There was the faint sound of jazz leaking out of the building, you smirked. It was such an old fashioned place, of course this was where Bucky frequented.

The bell tinkled slightly as you entered the café, where you were greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. You caught sight of Bucky’s broad shoulders sitting in the corner, and you made your way over to him, smiling at the barista as you passed.

As if sensing you, Bucky turned to smile and wave. He was dressed in casual clothes like last time, but this time his hair was loose around his shoulders. You smiled back before settling into the seat opposite him.

His hands moved hesitantly as he signed, “What would you like? I can recommend their hot chocolate, its very warming/”

“Hot chocolate it is.”

You could tell he wanted to ask you a million questions but to his credit he walked slowly to get the drinks, he even took his time carefully carrying the tray of drinks back to your table. He placed a delicious looking hot chocolate in front of you. You watched as he took a sip.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1-

“So,” Here we go, “What is it you can do, you can speak in peoples’ heads, can you,” He lowered his voice and leaned in, “Can you read people’s minds?”

You giggled slightly, his eyes were basically sparkling, he was definitely nerding out about this.

You set the hot chocolate down before casting your thoughts to his head, “I can speak in peoples heads relatively easily, it’s how I talk most of the time to people I know. I guess you could call it Telepathy.”

Bucky’s eyes were as wide as saucers, “So you can’t read thoughts, only… speak them?”

“I like to call it casting, makes me feel like a sorcerer. I can read thoughts, but it takes a lot of energy. I used to be able to talk with my brother from across the house. That usually requires some kind of connection.”

“Oh, so like a blood or family connection? Do you have to know the person very well?”

“That certainly helps but it’s not always necessary. If I have a personal object that belongs to that person, something I can hold and connect to them it isn’t hard to make a two-way connection. Especially if that person is willing to open their mind.”

Bucky seemed to be caught in thought for a second. “So, if I were to give you something of mine, we could both talk in our… heads?”

“Well yes, but Bucky we have only just met. Letting me into your head is a lot. I try not to pry but sometimes I’ve found that thoughts just burst through. Let’s get to know each other a before that happens.”

Bucky smiled at you before speaking and signing, “You’re right. Let’s get to know one another. I find you fascinating.”

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It happened on the fifth date. Bucky was just walking you home after a lovely dinner at a small Italian that he claimed he went to back in the 40s. Just outside your door, under the glow of a lamppost he turned to you and took a deep breath before speaking.

“I know this may be a lot, but I wanted to give you these.” He reached around his neck and pulled off something silver. You gasped slightly as he held out his dog tags, immaculately preserved after all these years.

“Are you sure, Bucky? This is a lot.”

“I know and if you aren’t comfortable with it then just let me know but I want to give them to you.”

“You know what this means Bucky?”

“Yeah, I know, I just figured that you’re already in my head all the time anyways, just can’t seem to get you out of it.”

“You cheeseball.” You smirked at him before taking the dog tags and placing them around your neck. You gripped the cold metal for a moment, concentrating on the man in front of you. Taking everything, you knew about him and stretching out a connection, like a hand reaching out to clasp another.

“Testing, Testing, Testing, one two, one two, can my Telepathic partner hear me?”

You laughed, “Yes I can Bucky, you big dork.”

Bucky whooped out loud before sweeping you up in a big hug. The two of you laughing under the lamp light. His joy was infectious, and you couldn’t fight the smile off your face.

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun messing with Sam.”

“You’re evil.”

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Of course, the two of you made a pact not to tell Sam until he worked it out, which wouldn’t be anytime soon according to Bucky. It led to some very memorable moments and Sam refusing to play any form of card or board game with either of you because you always managed to win, somehow. Not to mention all the times you had spoken in eery unison around him.

“I swear, its like you two can read each other’s minds sometimes.” Sam threw his hands up in frustration at another lost game of charades.

You smirked at Bucky across the room, “Should you tell him, or shall I?”

“I think he’s been through enough, I got it.”

Bucky cleared his throat, “We can.”

Sam whipped around to face Bucky, a look of sheer disbelief on his face, “Seriously Bucky-boy, if you think I believe that after all-

“Hello Sam.” You cast your thoughts to him, in the creepiest old lady voice you could muster.

Sam yelped, before turning accusingly at you, “You better be joking around with me right now, I am not dealing with any kind of ghosts in this house.”

“Sorry! Surprise I’m telepathic!”

“You’re serious.”

You nodded.

Sam put his head in his hands and sighed, “Not the weirdest thing ever. Wait, does this mean you have been cheating this entire time.”

You both looked guiltily at one another.

“You owe me. That poker night, void.”

You both laughed, “We’ll have a fair rematch this time Sam.”

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It had been close to a year since you had made it official with Bucky and you were now much more comfortable around one another. He no longer just dropped you off at the lamppost but cam inside with you. You had spent many lovely mornings together sharing glances over steaming cups of coffee. Fighting each other for who got to spread their legs out on the couch, there wasn’t really a loser though as it usually ended up in sofa cuddles for both of you, while watching a film.

Life was pretty great, you thought, as you smiled down at the sleeping Bucky beside you. Finally reaching over to turn off the lamp and put your book down, you were finally reading the hobbit at Bucky’s insistence. As you clicked off the light beside you and settled down you noticed the faster than usual breathing coming from beside you.

“Bucky?”

You reached out, thinking he was awake but instead as you opened up your connection you caught flashes of night terrors. You were falling indefinitely, snow all around you, and in the distance, there were cries of pain, people pleading for their lives, there was gunfire and explosions. You gasped and took off the dog tags. You only gave yourself a moment to breathe before trying to shake Bucky awake. When it became clear that he wasn’t stirring you steadied yourself and settled your hands on his temples. You didn’t care you tired this would make you, you just wanted Bucky to stop suffering. You focused, offering out that hand of connection again, this time picturing it in the shape of a fist and, although it wasn’t subtle, you tried to shake Bucky’s brain awake. You forced your way into his dreams, punching through the dark fog that clouded his thoughts and almost screamed at him.

“Bucky! Bucky wake up! You’re dreaming my dear!”

Bucky woke up with a start. Tears flowing down his face, he stared at you blue eyes shining. No one spoke as he pulled you into his arms. You just breathed together for a moment, counting the breaths and the spaces in between. When he finally pulled back, you saw his eyes flicker with concern before lifting a hand to gently wipe under your nose, it came back red with blood.

“You, okay?”

You smiled sadly, reaching out to put the dog tags back on.

“I should be asking you that.”

“But you’re bleeding.”

“Occupational hazard.” You tried to subtly get rid of any of the extra blood. “That was pretty intense. Wanna talk?”

Bucky looked down to the sheets and shook his head. You smiled at him, tilting his head to yours.

“That’s fine, want me to go? Or would you like to cuddle for a bit?”

Bucky didn’t talk again, just pulled you gently down to the bed once more. Snuggling himself under your chin, resting his head on your chest. You felt his arms draw tightly against your waist. You pressed your lips into his hair.

“May I help you go to sleep? Keep the bad thoughts at bay for at least one night.”

You felt Bucky nod and let out a little sleepy hum of agreement. You closed your eyes, focused on your connection setting up a golden wall against the dark fog at the corners of his mind and settled into a deep sleep.

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You woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the clinking of cups.

“Morning.” You opened your eyes at Bucky’s voice and took the offered cup greedily. Your mind still felt hazy from the energy you used last night.

You felt the bed dip beside you as Bucky sat and sipped at his cup as well, hair a bit of a mess from bed. He had evidently only just woken up as well.

He took a breath, “I had some pretty interesting dreams, sweetheart.”

You stiffened, “Good ones I hope.”

“Don’t worry, they were good. If a little strange.”

“Strange?”

“I was watching myself most of the time.”

You snorted into the coffee, “Sounds creepy”

There was a slight chuckle, “Nah, I was watching myself build a home, a family- “

“Oh God Bucky.” You snapped your eyes to his, you knew what had happened. “I am so sorry my dreams must have stuck in your head.”

“Those were your dreams?”

“Yeah, its only happened once before but when the connection between two people is very strong, it can happen- I call it bleeding. Perhaps we should- “

“If the next words out of your mouth are take a break, I will spill your coffee.” You clutched your cup closer to your chest, “Truthfully, those were some of the beset dreams I have every had. I really loved them.”

You looked back up at him, hesitantly “You did?”

“And I love you.”

“Huh

There was silence as you stared at him in shock. His face as nothing but adoration as the sunlight filtered over his face.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

Coffee cups were cast aside as you both collided. Giggling and joking, radiating happiness as the two of you shared the sweetest kiss. Your feelings merging together, amplifying one another until they shone brighter than the sun.

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[bostonbashers]

Hear me out.. How do mercs behave around a person they have a huge crush on?! :D

AAAAAA this one is so cute, i’m in love!! 🤩❤️

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Scout:

literally a fucking DORK around you. tries to impress you constantly with anything and everything he has, ranging from his skill set to his appearance to his personal belongings and much more.

always finds excuses to spend time with you and it can be the most asanine ones in existence. oh? you have free time tomorrow? let’s go take a run down the street. you miss your puppy that got lost when you were a kid? let’s go to the ends of the earth to find it.

made you borrow his jacket/shirt once because he accidentally spilled a drink all over your shirt. once he saw you in it, he nearly died and didn’t want it back. takes it back anyway due to his pride and though he seems outwardly okay with it, he secretly doesn’t wash the clothing for a long while.

his flirtatious behavior around other people goes down immensely. scout becomes strictly loyal to you once his crush grows stronger and can’t bear the thought of talking with someone else, even if you don’t like him back. it just doesn’t sit with him right.

Soldier:

soldier is much softer and kinder around you. he restrains himself from using any harsh words that could hurt your feelings and tries to slow down on your training.

shows you his pets!! one of his prized possessions that he won’t allow anyone else to touch, like ever. he trusts you to love and take care of them the same way he does.

everyone has to respect you. if they even give you a slight problem, he’ll get on their case about it and probably give them hell before they could even mutter out an apology. you deserve respect and he’s gonna make sure you get nothing less.

lots of supportive comments from him! even if it’s something small, he’ll grin at you proudly and yell out a, “good job, cupcake! you did great!” while giving you a strong pat in the back or an approving nod.

Pyro:

pyro is usually sweet and kind with a certain crowd and tries to do the best they can for others, but with their crush? it’s a whole different story. they’re absolutely head over heels for them.

like a lovesick puppy; they will follow you wherever they go with a skip in their step. like, i mean they’ll follow you everywhere. “no, pyro you can’t follow me to the bathroom-!” they don’t really listen but patiently wait outside anyway.

one of the many mercs who won’t hesitate to show affection and sees nothing wrong in it. runs up to them and holds their hand firmly with a happy hum, hugs them more than usual, and just straight up gives you all their attention.

Demoman:

oh boy, if tavish has a crush on you, he’ll show it when he’s absolutely wasted. demo will literally smother you with affection regardless of where you both are and literally latch onto you every second he gets a chance to.

lots of drunk ramblings; he’ll lay his head on your shoulder or lap while he mindlessly slurs about how amazing you are, what his favorite thing is about you, and so much more.

it’s pretty obvious at that point demo likes you so you admit your liking to him pretty quick and it’s funny how shocked he gets. “ya knew i liked ya?!” yes, demo, they did.

when he’s sober, he’s much more shy with it and controls his actions a lot more. apologizes for his behavior while drunk. tavish exhibits more gentleman behavior, from opening doors to making you a decent dinner and just basically ensuring your comfortability.

Heavy:

heavy is very mature and will accept his feelings pretty quick compared to the others. it’s a 50/50 chance with him; if they feel the same, that’s great! if they don’t, then.. he’d have no choice but to move on. that’s how life works.

once he does accept it, be expecting a lot of mother hen behavior; he literally watches your every move to make sure you’re safe and healthy. even if you are, he goes out of his way to give you things whenever he knows you’re around; a homemade meal, a blanket, probably some candy. your smile is already more than enough to make up for the little things he does for you. 

no one will ever dare to hurt you around heavy (or just in general, really). he senses danger and issues pretty quickly, so it’s easy for him to detect any bad intentions. he’s like that scary bodyguard who looms behind you, glaring at anyone who radiates rancid vibes to scare them away.

Medic:

probably takes a while to accept or realize it cause he’s always so preoccupied in his lab, being busy and all. but once he does realize it, it’s sort of foreign to him at first, so of course, he goes to heavy to speak about his emotions. after being told it was a crush, he pays attention to you a lot more than usual, sometimes even without him noticing.

he gets all giddy when you’re around and although it’s not the jumpy, squealing giddy, it’s certainly one shown through happy greetings and continuous conversations that seem to be never ending. (you don’t mind though)

makes up random appointments and checkups for the smallest things just to see you and gets very, very excited whenever you decide to come to visit him without his knowledge. nearly drops everything just to attend to you.

he talks to archimedes so much about you that his precious pet basically knows who you are based off his owners reactions and automatically flies to you whenever you enter his lab. that bird is a lot smarter than you think. they get along with you pretty well and medic melts whenever he sees you talk to his birds like he does and play with them.

Sniper:

bless his heart, the poor man will literally faint around his crush. just the sight of them flusters him to his core, and don’t even get me started on their little habits and that godforsaken smile. [hes literally almost died when they grinned at him]

he’s already so reserved and quiet as he is, but around them, it’s even worse. he’s always so scared he’s gonna scare them away or say something stupid, but he eventually lets go of the fear and tries to muster up the courage to talk to you.

once he does, he spends a lot of his time with you, often inviting you out to drive around with him or just simply sit outside and enjoy the breeze. he talks a lot more than usual and though he doesn’t completely open up about his past just yet, he does indirectly hint that he trusts you more than anyone in his life.

lots of sleepless nights when he realizes he’s in love. he does everything to take you off his mind but all fails in the end and he’s kept wide awake thinking about what you two could be. from then on, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep his cool around you and silently begs you’ll confess one day or he’ll lose it.

Engineer:

sweetheart mode: activated. like it’s not a big switch up, since he’s naturally a gentleman but it’s noticeable enough. you’ll notice that your nicknames will start slowly forming to more romantic ones and how he blushes with a smile everytime it leaves his lips.

the other mercs can tell when dell has a crush; he blushes a lot more than usual and they catch him smiling more than once by himself. they realize it when you approach him and he automatically fixes himself to look presentable without a second breath. his voice also changes to a much happier and giddy tone, it’s so cute!

stares at you from a distance a lot or whenever you’re distracted with something. half of the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing so but once he catches himself, he blushes and looks away, silently telling himself to quit it. often you’ll catch him staring at you, but you ignore it for his sake and laugh to yourself when he smiles back and waves shyly.

Spy:

takes a long while before he actually accepts the crush, seeing that he’s a very secretive and reserved person but once he does, you best believe you’ll be spoiled and loved by this man. lots of gentleman behavior!! opening doors, buying you gifts, giving you his coat, and all that fancy stuff.

teases you a lot more than he should; he enjoys your reactions. he’ll lean in close enough where your fingers brush slightly, tilt your chin up when he talks to you and makes intense eye contact while doing so. whenever he gets too close or the moment gets too tense, he backs away with a smirk and pretends as if nothing happens.

he listens to you and anything you have on your mind. his door is literally open for you 24/7 and even if you come knocking at 3 am, he’ll let you in and listen to what you have to say. you think he’s not listening cause he’s very unresponsive but when you’re finished and about to leave, he gives really good advice and tells you quietly that he’s there for you in an indirect way. depending how close he is to you, he’ll let out an experience or two about him to put you at comfort and as thanks for confiding in him. he then walks you back to your room with a simple nod and goodnight.

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[issaxcharlie]

We say we're friends, we play pretend (1/2)

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem reader

Summary: Charlie and Y/N were best friends and a couple as teens, after their breakup they meet again 4 years later on the bootcamp of JATP and have to work together. Will something else happen or they are just friends?

Charlie must have imagined something like this could happen. Since Kenny discovered her 5 years ago, she has been a really close friend to the director, participating in some way or another in almost all his projects.

In front of him after years, Y/N Y/L, his childhood best friend and ex-girlfriend. The young actor is not going to admit that he saw every single one of her projects or how moved he was by her in each one of them, many times even thinking of maybe sending her a little message saying the incredible job she did.

But he never found the courage.

It’s weird to remember how he spent most of his life next to the woman, now one of the top youth artists with multiple musicals and movies on her hits list. They always had a strong bond, every single day together. Sleepovers, music classes, dancing classes, homework, parties, movie nights, hockey, illness days, pretty much everything. At the age of 15 they began a very sweet and innocent relationship that ended at 18 when Y/N moved to New York to work in her first leading role.

The break up was on good terms but painful, so painful that both preferred to lose contact completely than to have the other from time to time opening the wound again and again.

And there she was. As beautifil as ever, speaking happily with Kenny while Madison and Owen jump up and down, Jeremy smiles and Charlie looks like he wants to throw up.

“Y/N Y/L, my golden star. She is the official composer of the soundtrack, and she will be supporting you throughout the album process as well as helping Paul and me in other creative aspects, I know she is the same age as some of you but she has a lot of experience in this and all the necessary preparation so don't hesitate to get all the knowledge you can out of her."

Everyone introduces themselves until the guitarist is the only one left, luckily for him, he’s in voice rest these two weeks so he literally cannot speak.

They both look nervous but the moment their eyes meet their complicity comes out and both smile slightly.

“He’s Charlie, he is in voice rest but we are fans of yours. We cried yesterday watching your last musical, it was just brilliant." Owen lets out hardly breathing, Y/N turns with a smile to see the Canadian boy who wants to kill his friend and then commit suicide.

“Thank you! This is going to be such an interesting experience.” The singer murmurs as she winks at Charlie.

2 hours later they had both been avoiding each other, Y/N writing in a corner while the band and Kenny discuss costumes with Soyon, in which at least half an hour has been wasted trying to understand what Charlie is trying to say with the few words he writes with an apple pencil on his ipad in his horrible handwritting.

Y/N gets frustrated and goes to where they are, approaching behind Charlie's shoulder to see the iPad. She quickly identifies the two words, one so crossed out that it looks like a doodle, but years copying each other's homework pays off.

"He's trying to say that if Luke isn't going to wear bandanas, at least consider wearing beanies." The young woman says as she leans on the shoulder of who was her first love.

Charlie freezes at their proximity, blushing a little at the feeling of being close after so long. Luckily his castmates don't realize it because all their attention is on her.

“You are just good for everything huh? Even deciphering hieroglyphs." Owen comments, smiling at her and winking exaggeratedly to make her laugh.

Charlie can't help but feel insecure with the situation. It could be a friendly thing but If Owen really tries to flirt with her, he doesn't know how he would react. Is sad enough not having her in his life anymore, having her as his best friend's girlfriend would just be too painful.

Now, he knows he’s exaggerating, and a lot. But he has to do something about it. Better safe than sorry.

He stretches his neck to meet the eyes of his ex-girlfriend, who is now only inches away. She quickly gets flustered, but hides it pretty well. The problem is that he knows every gesture perfectly and sees through her mask.

“Wh- What, Gillespie?” She manages to say, Charlie can’t help a smile seeing the way she still reacts towards him.

When you know a person completely, every facet, every gesture, every peculiarity, speaking without words is as natural as breathing. And they had both forgotten how amazing it feels to have someone in your life who is this compatible and magnetic.

They start a conversation, she answers to who secretly still believes as her person while he continues making gestures and mimics that no one else understands, writing a word from time to time to make the talk flow better.

"I know. Hey, it's not my fault! So you excuse yourself with the ‘can't talk’ thing huh? how convenient. Yeah, Ok, I will. I said I will!" Her words are the only thing that they manage to get out of the conversation that the secret ex-couple is having, since no matter how much attention they pay to him, they have no idea how Y/N manages to decipher it.

"I have no idea what's going on but I'll take it as a miracle, I was just going to suggest ignoring Charlie these 2 weeks." Jeremy jokes, everyone nods their heads.

“I mean, it’s still a good option.” Madison replies.

The 14 days go by quickly, and with the former couple spending time together daily, rehearsing Charlie's guitar solos together, with Y/N translating his horrible scribbles, or sometimes simply being close to each other enjoying the company, absentmindedly placing their hand on the other's leg or their forehead on their shoulder for a few seconds during the breaks.

Basically the whole team has noticed the flirtatious smiles and the looks, but Charlie was the weakest rival of both and the one who could release some information about it, and without being able to speak they basically ran out of an informant, since the young singer didn’t let go a word about her unexpected chemistry with the guitarist except the typical ‘we are just good friends’.

But without a doubt the energies began to multiply on Monday when Charlie arrived with the green light to be able to speak and start singing in rehearsals. Madison couldn't attend the first few hours because she was at school, so Y/N was going to cover her so the boys could practice.

“The first on the list is Finally Free, the place where we are going to record it only gave us two weeks from now so it will have to be one of the priorities. For the first rehearsal just vibe with the song and we’ll discover where to go from there. Oh, and good luck keeping up with my golden star, you’ll need it."

Y/N starts the first verse on the keyboard, and gets up to sing the chorus in the center, trying to ignore Charlie and looking up at Jeremy. She hadn’t heard him sing for a couple of years, but the same butterflies appear in her stomach and she knows that she will melt if she looks into his eyes.

Unfortunately for her, Kenny doesn't have the same plan, and just before the second verse ends he tells her to walk over to Charlie, who immediately smiles and sings the pre-chorus with much more enthusiasm. The energy they radiate floods the place, both getting closer and closer. By the time the bridge arrives, their foreheads are practically against each other, their lips only an inch apart, and with a confidence and comfort while singing to each other that makes all those who suspected that there was something between them now practically sure.

Luckily there are only Jeremy, Kenny, Owen and Paul in the room, who decide to play a game of divide and conquer now that the snitch part of the equation can speak.

“Y/N, can you come with me for a moment? I have a new idea for ‘Wow’ and a fresh pair of eyes is just what I need.” Paul says, sacrificing himself for the greater good.

“Yeah, of course, I’ll be right back.” The singer takes the opportunity to leave this staring game with Charlie and quickly walks away from the guitarist, who winks at her in a flirting way in response.

The moment they walk out the door, everyone turns to see Charlie, who has no idea what they're up to.

“What?”

"After what just happened you just can't keep pretending nothing's happening. Man, that was more intense than the whole Troyella moments during all three movies." Kenny pretends to be offended for a second and then nods.

"I have never seen anything like this in all my years of career."

“Yeah dude it was electric.” Owen replies, smirking.

“She’s my person.” Charlie mumbles.

If he’s being honest with himself, deep down he always knew she was the only one for him. But that realization was freaking scary. What's next if the only person for you has already turned the page? gave up without a fight? what's left?

"What?" The three ask in unison, and Charles begins to sing like a bird.

“We grew up together and then we lost the way. Like in those romantic movies where just everyone knows they belong together except the childhood best friends and then they end up ruining their lives by being in denial.”

“From what I saw getting back on track shouldn't be too difficult, Charlie. I assure you that whatever you feel she feels it too. Her eyes don’t lie." Jeremy tries to reason with him.

“Leave your teen problems behind. You are old enough to decide what you want and find a way to make it work. But you have to stop pretending that nothing is happening first." Owen scolds his friend.

“Do you love her?” Jer asks.

“That answer is always going to be yes, I just could never stop loving her even If I tried. And I did.” He really did. The surprise he got when the second he had her close to him his heart began to beat like crazy and all he wanted was to hug her and fix everything. It was as if when seeing her eyes time hadn’t passed, as if only the day before they’d been goofing around together. That bond is so big that he doesn’t believe it’s possible to break.

“Then do something about it, bro! Go get your girl back!” Jeremy advises while Kenny smiles.

“Yeah man, it’s ‘Now or never’ like her song, and I guess ours too now? Since she wrote it for Sunset Curve? Well, anyway, it’s like our song says.” Owen exclaims excitedly.

“Ohhh, musical inspiration, let me try. ‘Get up, get out, relight that spark’.” Jeremy sings to Charlie.

“Jer, you are a genius. If you think about it wake up is actually a pretty good soundtrack song for this situation. ‘It's not what you lost, It's what you'll gain raising your voice in the rain’.”

They both keep singing the song until they reach the bridge, Charlie tries to look frustrated but a slight smile escapes his face.

They are right, he still hasn't lost this fight.

👻PART 2 RIGHT HERE

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[etherealluminescence]

GN!MC forcing conquering the demons into Pacts

Quick tags for those some people who reblogged my other post pt 1, I know I have a lot more but these are the only ones with comments on the post. @chalcedear @undertaker-02 @the-mexican-writer @mammonkinnie

Lucifer

You had spent countless hours against Lucifer, trying to fight him and force him into a pact. No matter what you did, it seemed like you failed.

It took you a long time to realize, but you had to train to beat Lucifer. And that you did. You knew how terrifying his power was as all the demons told you, so for a week straight you intensely trained until you were ready.

Lucifer was already on edge noticing you didn’t try anything, but he knew you wouldn’t give up, which was when you decided to strike.

He easily dodged your initial flying kick when he entered the room, but you grabbed onto the door and swung back around, kicking the tip of his head before he backed off.

He was now ready to dodge, believing that tour strategy was only to catch him off guard, but he was wrong.

When you landed, you dug your foot into the ground and threw yourself at him, but as he moved to the right, you used the shelf behind him to catch yourself and kick off it and nailed a kick straight to his head.

It was now or never as you began throwing heavy punches, trying to get him into a chokehold while he was prying you off, struggling a little as you bit onto his fingers or wings. You even bit onto his horn to stabilize yourself and kept punching.

By the end of it, you had quite a few bruises from his harsh grip, but he had a black eye and his feathers were all over the floor, you’ve won.

He probably could of killed you, but he didn’t want that, so he accepted his loss, glaring at you when you dug your heel into his stomach as Satan clapped and Belphie got out a trophy to hand you.

His pact was now your’s and you were going to flaunt it. He’s alright with the fact it was you who forced him into a pact, but it majorly hurt his ego that you were superior to him.

Mammon

You had recently arrived in the devildom half an hour ago and did not feel welcomed, in the slightest.

You tried to be nice to your guide, but he brushed you off and left you with Levi, or he intended to.

Levi gasped as he watched you tackle Mammon who tried to run off, and elbow him in the jaw. When he fell to the ground you kicked the life out of him muttering out “I tried to be nice to you fucker, if one of us is killed today it’s you.”

Levi was obviously bewildered, but took the chance to tell you to make a pact with him, his biggest mistake in his lifetime, all the poor demons in the future.

Mammon was crying a little as you forced him into a pact, and pulled him up with one hand, making him face Levi himself.

Mammon is 100% nicer to you because you’re scarier than Lucifer, and also because you genuinely treat him with respect now that he’s nice to you, something he’s not used to. Super happy to be the first ever demon you’ve conquered.

Leviathan

You had decided to do things the non violent way and participate in the TSL quiz, until Levi turned into his demon form and tried to kill you.

Taking up his challenge, you fearlessly walked towards him as Mammon was trying to tell you no, and you caught his punch.

It pushed you back a little bit, but you caught it and twisted his arm, and proceeded to beat him up in a one sided battle.

It’s not that he was weak, or others were helping you, but you genuinely managed to fight back and beat him so hard that it looked like his entire left arm was broken.

Lucifer was kinda pissed you broke his brother ngl;; but Diavolo is like it’s self defense?? And Lucifer is just like what human fights a demon across the room in self defense.

When Levi is begging for mercy he is reminded of what happened to Mammon and the rumors, accepting defeat, you make a pact mark with him, he’s kinda pissed though, like highkey.

He thinks that you probably think of him as a trophy or something to collect, based off the rumors. You probably don’t want to have a pact mark with an otaku, you just want to show off your strength.

He soon changes his attitude towards you when you show interest in him. You’re just genuinely a nice person and a caring older sibling figure, but will fight for the sake of peace and safety.

Now he’s just jealous that you spend more time with Luke than anyone else.

Satan

He offered you a pact mark easily because he wanted to piss off Lucifer, especially when you tried to give him a black eye from the pillow fight.

Very angry and disappointed when you said no, but then surprised when you said you’d beat the shit out of him instead, fair and square.

He knew you fought well, but are you sure you want to fight the embodiment of wrath himself? And you’re just like yep, the small tiny you, so confident.

He didn’t take it too seriously despite seeing the actual proof multiple times, and he watched you used his messy room to your advantage, even using the bookshelves to help you get air.

His ass was easily kicked even when he was serious. “You know, after facing both Levi and Beel, you aren’t much of a challenge.” You casually said as you formed a pact mark with him.

Slightly irked by the comment but delighted to be apart of your fan club, probably yells “BEAT THEIR ASS!” On the sidelines.

Pisses Lucifer off whenever you two fight and Lucifer gets an injury from you, and asks if Lucifer ever wants ice, just to be a dick.

Diavolo and Satan are in the fan club which PISSES Lucifer off when the two are in front of him discussing how you will one day (undoubtedly) beat Diavolo.

Asmodeous

You made a pact with Asmo after accidentally beating him up, he was begging for mercy and you kind of felt bad.

You insisted it wasn’t on purpose and he kind of avoids you for awhile after the pact mark. He’s glad Solomon isn’t like you, otherwise the devildom would cease to exist.

He’s eventually fine with you, and loves to take photos of you and Luke together acting like siblings because it’s the cutest thing. Although demons are scared of you they do kinda admire you, and seeing you soft with Luke is good for his devilgram.

Soon treats you like a friend instead of a monster that just so happened to kick his ass and make him beg.

You’re so tiny that it’s kinda cute and he nearly forgets someone like you is violent and scary so when he took you shopping and someone shoplifted, he was concerned for your nails after you disfigured them.

Will 10/10 treat your tense muscles and let you soak in his tub.

Beelzebub

He’s seen you fight before but damn he couldn’t believe it. You’re just so smol?? Couldn’t he crush you?

Lesson learned as he was knocked out after he broke your room. You didn’t want to hurt Besl since he was always courteous with you, so you knocked him out quickly.

He doesn’t remember more than you launching at him and the feel of his wings being tugged and his neck suddenly throbbing.

Mammon who watched beg for Beel’s life on his knees, asking you to spare him. You just nodded and waited for Beel to wake up before making a pact.

When he makes one, you give him some custard you asked Mammon to go out and buy really quick, you said please, and Beel is just so happy!!

He tried to kill you and he feels so bad but you’re just so kind!! Wants to protect you so bad but knows you’re just so badass so he instead helps you care for Luke.

Belphegor

You’d definitely be lying if you said you didn’t see it coming. His brothers had already tried to kill you, he was locked in an attic, and not to mention he gave you a weird vibe, you would of left him alone if you weren’t a nice person.

He tells you thank you for freedom and transforms, ready to kill you. No one got in his way and instead said “good luck Belphie” or “Nice knowing you” so he thought they wanted you dead.

Then he hears Beel say “I don’t want you to die, Belphie” and he is so confused? As he aimed his attack and you just end up punching him square in the face.

Afterwards, you kicked him in the stomach and grabbed his tail, swinging him into a wall, and knocking him over and over and over.

He is out cold, so when he wakes up and sees everyone congratulating him on surviving, he puts two and two together.

You were sitting on top of him and demanding a pact mark, and he unwillingly gives it to you after you nearly rip out his horn.

Pissed off and scared of you, slightly, but more impressed by the fact that even Lucifer struggles with you. When he finds out about the sheer amount of pact marks you have he’s starting to wonder when humans got so strong? And it became an endless spiral of him being pissed off.

Don’t worry though!! He eventually gets used to you.

Diavolo

Super happy it was finally his turn!! Like you did it, congrats, wants it you’d like some tea and what kind of attire to wear for his asskicking.

Is absolutely not looking down on you, he genuinely believes you’re strong. Because of that, he’s just so excited to face you. You beat both Lucifer and Barbatos, the majority of RAD, and you’re such a cool person!!

When you approach him you looked so badass. “Aye, prince of kiss my ass, I’m here to claim you once and for all and become the new ruler of this place.” You yelled out as you kicked down the door to his office.

The first time you two fought, he won. You had a lot of bruises, but managed to rip out some of his hair, at least. He finds it admirable how you still kept going despite him clearly hearing a rib break.

SUPER excited to tell Satan about it!! Hopes Barbatos recorded the fight so he could broadcast it at RAD during an announcement or something, but Barbatos rejected that idea.

Poor Diavolo only wanted to be included in this ass beating trend, but super happy when you return three days later and try to beat him up again, you even changed up the way you fight!!

You won’t ever know this, but one day he purposely changed his office’s layout to benefit your fighting style more, so when you finally beat him he was so ecstatic, his lips were bleeding but he was laughing, congratulating you and couldn’t wait to give you a pact.

Oh boy was he SO happy when you flaunted it, and sat in his desk chair with a hand on your chin, giving an order to Barbatos who recorded it, acting as if you really were the ruler of the devildom.

“Could you get some bandages for your former ruler, please?” You asked, feeling accomplished that Luke was officially safe during his stay in the devildom, and Diavolo was just swooning.

The public is 10/10 avoiding you because they are SCARED for their life. The people are convinced you’re like a nuclear weapon against demons.

Barbatos

He knew one day you’d defeat Lucifer, but it was so quick. You only needed a week of prep time?

Steps up his game a bit, because after two weeks of training you approach him ready to fight, and he can sense you’re not the same.

As he uses his tail to put you out of the room, he automatically feels your sharp teeth digging into his tail. He can withstand it no problem, until you literally rip a bit of his tail chunk out.

You didn’t let go even as he flung you off his tail, and you even dug your nails in. He showed no expression, but it was genuinely painful as you climbed his tail onto him, his tail no longer as useful because he was very sure you would rip through it.

His fighting against you one on one went well for him, he could see and easily predict your moves easily, until you head butted him and began every trick in the book.

From kicking, punching, biting, scratching, you name it, you did it. He was finally at your mercy when you were cover in both your own and his blood, while he was sure his tail was missing some pieces, and you were absolutely not letting go.

He’s 100% convinced you’ve gone feral in a span of three weeks, but that’s okay. The only thing stopping you from fighting the prince was now defeated, and he apologised to Diavolo frequently, who was only super excited in return.

Don’t worry you apologised for his tail and helped him with his job for awhile, totally not to also study Diavolo in his natural habitat.

First time you’ve ever seen him smile so soft was when he got his ass kicked so hard by you that his tail went chomp chomp.

Luke

Surprised pikachu face.

He understands you beating up Mammon,, and maybe some lesser demons,, but did you REALLY defeat Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo.

Surprised pikachu face as you shrug and say “yeah I guess. I’m the ruler now, do you feel safe yet?”

Lucifer yells out you’re not the ruler just because you formed a pact with Diavolo, but you ignored him and smile at Luke, patting his head.

Luke is just nodding like “I’m safe!!!” While in his head he’s like WOW whaT PLEASE EXPLAIN.

Luke constantly calls you his older sibling now, tells daddy Simeon ALL about it, and brags about you to the demons who even look at him.

Praise this precious baby as he makes you all the sweets in the world. You’ve literally defeated demons of all sorts, even the most powerful, and all you want is to see him smile.

Will probably cry.

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