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jamil-s-wifey · 9 months

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Hello! Can I request drunken reader and drunken Jack howl making out and about to go further but there's a knock on the door that brings them back to reality? They weren't thinking straight in the moment and now they don't know how to act with each other after the heated makeout and groping session

Thank you!

Ah, I love these types of requests so much omg! I made it kind of open-ended, do tell if you wish for a part two of this! This is so cute! We love them drunken shenanigans. One slightly lime-y scenario with extra vodka, coming right up~~ ALSO A TON OF CURSING!

P.S. This is happening during MC and Jack's 3rd year, so that they are of legal age for both the nsfw part and the drinking, (at least in my country) AND to still be together most of the time, and be in that crush phase~

P.P.S. Alcohol is fun until it's not! Drink responsibly~~

How your friends managed to procure alcohol on campus was beyond you. How they hid it from Crowley was even more beyond you. Did it matter? Not necessarily. Not when you were having so much fun!

Towards the end of your third year, you decided to celebrate together with your friends. After all, the future was uncertain. Ace, Deuce, Sebek, Jack, Epel and of course Grim and you, everybody was there! You all stayed at Ramshackle, away from prying eyes. So here you were, drinking to your heart's content, celebrating the end of the school year, reminiscing, laughing, playing games like truth or dare, you know how it is.

As time passed, everybody reluctantly returned to their respective dorms until only you and Jack remained. Even Grim had gone who knows where to probably sleep off the ungodly amount of food he'd consumed.

.................

"So, I don't really want tonight to end yet. If you've got nothing better to do, how about we drink one more?" You proposed, taking a sip of your drink. You were currently facing each other, cross-legged on your bed.

"Yeah, I'd like that." He smiled back, tail swishing behind him. The more he drank, the more he let loose. He was leaning back, eyes glazed over from the alcohol. A sight to behold. And my my, were you beholding it.

Your gaze travelled down his body, before moving to the alcohol, taking a big gulp. You couldn't exactly help yourself, not when Jack was just sitting there, on YOUR bed, all attractive and shit.

"Let's play a staring game!" Suddenly you chimed in. Then you could stare at him and compete at the same time.

"Staring game? Okay, bring it on."

"But with a twist." (Hehe, twist)

"Oh no"

"Oh yes. We can try anything to get the other person to blink."

"Anything?"

You realised the implications of your words and your cheeks heated up almost immediately.

"Yes. Anything."

"....okay."

He moved closer to you, using you as leverage, so that you could be perfectly face to face, with little space between you two, less than an arms length. His own heart skipped a beat at the closeness and your implication, which was FOR ONCE not lost on him. Perhaps it was the alcohol? It is a great way of dropping your inhibitions.

"3... 2... 1... Start!"

And so the game began. The first few seconds were easy, until you reached out to try and poke him, only for him to firmly grab your hand. His eyes read determination...and a little something more.

"Killjoy."

"I'm just playing the game, MC."

But then, you reached out and with your other hand and gently cupped his cheek. His eyes widened, but he still remained unblinking. However, his gaze slowly moved downwards, from your eyes to your lips. His own hand moved to rest on your knee. It was getting increasingly harder not to blink. You slowly slid your hand out of his grasp and moved it to his knee, mirroring his actions, only you didn't stop there. Slowly gliding your hand further up his thigh, you knew you were getting a rise out of him. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking, or just your own subconscious looking for-.

"Fuck. I really want to kiss you right now."

Before you could stop yourself, you had closed the distance between you two and smashed your lips on his. And my god, was it glorious. Thin lips moving against your own warm ones, big strong hands moving up your thighs, resting on your waist. It wasn't the most romantic kiss, but god it was passionate and hungry, and needy.

With resolve almost fully broken, he pulled you towards him, manhandling you onto his lap as if you weighed nothing - which for him, you did. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. It was cathartic, the release of finally tasting him, feeling him, all over you, crashing into you like waves of desire. His hands slid down, to the small of your back, engulfing you.

Pulling back, he looked at you, eyes glazed over, breathless, wanting, barely cohesive from that intoxicating kiss. He nodded, silently asking you if you were okay. Even drunk, needy and turned on out of his mind, he was a gentleman. You settled a little more comfortably on his lap pushing him back to lay on your bed, before demonstratively moving one of his hands to your ass - your very physical answer.

The growl that left him was unlike anything you'd ever heard before, and god, did you feel it wash over you like a heatwave. He pulled you in for another kiss, this time deeper, slower, much more sensual, hands freely roaming over your body. From your ass, toy your hips, to your chest, he couldn't stop himself - not with your intoxicating scent, engulfing his very being, with the small whimpers coming from you through the kiss. His hips moved involuntarily, grinding against your core. Fuck he was so hard it was almost painful, and you were so fucking wet for him. And he smelled it, god he smelled it, and he knew.

Suddenly, he flipped you two over, pushing you onto the bed and caging you between his arms. You were so gorgeous beneath him, hair tangled, slightly sweaty, eyes glazed over, heaving, with reddened lips. He wasted no time moving to leave heated kisses and darkened hickeys down your neck, scenting the absolute hell out of you. One hand moved under your shirt, exploring the soft skin on your stomach and pushing right underneath your bra. So warm, so soft, so fucking perfect, he wanted to feel all of you. And when the palm of his hand brushed over your hardened nipple, when you moaned so sweetly, when you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling on it so deliciously, fuck it was over for him.

"Let me undress you. I want to undress you. I want you naked underneath me." He mumbled, lost on the taste of your skin and the sound of your breathy moans.

"Then undress me, big boy~"

He left another searing kiss right on your lips, committing their softness to memory. Then he moved back just enough to grab the hem of your shirt to pull it up.

Knock knock knock

Fuck.

"Oi! MC! I think I ditched my phone there! Y'sleeping?"

Ace, of all times-

You two looked at each other, before hastily jumping off the bed, making yourself look as decent as possible.

Flushed beyond salvation, you looked around, indeed spotting Ace's phone on the floor. On the floor, which was about to be littered with your clothes-

Oh my god. Were you about to have sex with Jack?!

Grabbing the phone, you opened the door just a little bit and handed it to Ace. "Here."

"Damn, you seem pretty out of it, y'still drinking with Jack?"

Fuck, don't mention him right now.

"Yeah, we were just about to clean...up around here and...call it a night."

"Cool, I can wait for him so we can walk back together."

"Uh...we still have some cleaning up to do. You go back. Okay?" Please, just fucking go.

"Suuuuure. Yeah. Okay. Gotcha. G'night then."

And with that he was gone. Somehow, you knew that he knew. But perhaps, he was just too tired to mention it. Or maybe, he was saving all his teasing for tomorrow?

What about Jack?

You turned back, only to find him actually picking up the glasses and tidying up.

"You... don't actually have to do that, you know?"

"It's the uh ... Least I can do."

"Uh-huh."

Fuck. Why was this so awkward, this shouldn't be this awkward, you've known each other for years. Did you just seriously wash 3 years of friendship down the goddamn drain?!

"I...think we should talk." "I think I should go."

Really? Did you guys really say it at the exact same time? This isn't some shoujo anime-

"Can we-"

"Tomorrow?"

"Huh?"

"T-tomorrow. Talk tomorrow."

"I don't think I-"

"Let us be at least...sober."

Fuck. He had a point.

"Okay."

"Uh....Goodnight, then."

"Yeah... Goodnight.

Before he could leave, though, he turned around to look at you.

"I-"

Welp. Here goes nothing I guess. If tomorrow's gonna be awkward regardless, then you... Might as well... Right?

You stepped on your tippy toes and left the smallest of kisses on his cheek.

"Bye, Jack."

His eyes widened, tail gently swishing behind him.

"Bye, MC."

What a night.

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glazelilyy · 2 years

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Hey, congrats on your milestone! Hoping for many more to come. <3

Also, your event looks stunning, I hope it's okay if I request- and please let me know if I did it wrong!

noctua, black holes (resolved argument, if that's okay), hurt/comfort!

ofc no pressure, delete this if you don't want to do it <3

request - noctua (diluc ragnvindr) + black holes (arguments; resolved) + hurt/comfort x gn!reader

warnings - arguments, crying, "love" and "darling" as pet names, happy ending!

a/n - WEEEEE i love love love hurt/comfort i will jump on any chance to write it LOL. thanks for requesting ky!! i hope you enjoy your req hehe <3 the words of advice crepus gave diluc about his vision are inspired by what fire represents in atla (avatar: the last airbender) and i mimicked a scene from dr. strange for the actual argument portion :P

participate here!

diluc can still remember the words of advice his father uttered to him when he first received his gift of the heavens; his vision.

"pyro consumes and burns, so you must learn to control it and show restraint."

there had been another part, but diluc's mind was too fumbled to remember it at the moment.

he learned control; not only in wielding his flames so that he no longer singed the ends of his hair or burnt books accidentally, but also in his behavior and composure. he deemed himself a man of duty and formality (even if formalities were the bane of his existence).

he learned restraint; knowing when to act and when not, knowing when fire would aid or hinder. such values are what kept him alive and surviving for all these years and they continued to do so.

he wished he had called upon those values before you walked out the winery doors.

"diluc," earlier, you called for him as he bandaged the remnants of his wounds from last night's battles, "could we talk?"

the wound from the pyro abyss made stung as he finished wrapping the gauze around his bicep, taking care not to let you see the wince that flashed ever so quickly across his face.

you appeared to see it all the same.

"is something the matter?"

"yes, actually." you fidgeted with your hands, eyeing the many bandages and supplies that littered his body and the dining table. "i'm...worried."

worried, you say? has he given you reason to worry about anything? but you're well taken care of, and surely adelinde or the rest of the staff hadn't been crude to you in any way? no, that was impossible—adelinde adored you, hillie and moco always ran to you to show off their embroidery, and elzer always let you help him set he table. finances? no, he had that covered. were you not comfortable? had something happened overnight?

"has something happened? have you been hurt?" his hand cupped your face and even through all the callouses and warmth of his skin, he felt your tense body melt under his hold.

"no! no, nothing like that."

slivers of dawn creeped through the glass pane windows and illuminated your face with the gentle glow of the rising sun. now that diluc thought about it, it was far too early for you to be up and yet here you were, eyes wide and flickering between him and the floor. diluc stood up from the chair he'd been dressing his wounds on and slid his hands into yours, thumbs rubbing over your knuckles in silent encouragement for you to continue.

"i'm worried about you."

him? what could possibly have given you reason to worry about him? diluc's mind frantically walked through the past few days, scanning for any sign of some wrong he might have done against you only to come up short. perhaps he was missing something? no, he was quite perceptive at reading your response to things and he'd seen nothing but contentment.

"me? whatever for?"

you cast your eyes to your intertwined hands and diluc could tell you had been preparing these words carefully for a long time with how fluently they came out of your mouth.

"you're always so tired and exhausted. you work an entire week's worth of duties in a single day and don't even allow yourself sleep because mondstat needs you. have you not thought about how much your body needs you as well?"

this was beginning to delve into familiar territory—at least for diluc. it wasn't as though he were unaware of the painfully longing gazes you'd send him as he mounted his horse and set off into the city at night, or when he'd return and fix himself proper for a day of being a wine tycoon needed by his staff.

"you know i cannot just abandon my duties-"

"and i'm not asking you to! but i can't allow you to run yourself into the ground trying to balance the weight of the world on your shoulders."

diluc scoffed, exhaustion from the previous night flooding upwards to his mind. he slid his hands out of yours and opted to run his fingers through his messy, red locks instead as he leaned against the dining table. deep down, diluc knew you were right, but something bothered him nonetheless. he needed help from no one else and you were no exception, he was meant to protect and stand against darkness as the light of dawn itself.

"then how, pray tell, would i manage my duties? there is a need for me and i will not fall short of it. i refuse to." diluc said, firm and purposeful. his eyes could not meet yours.

you tried approaching him physically this time, your hand coming to gently cup his cheek and turn his face your way. "love, even kaeya has started to become worried about you-"

"kaeya? what- don't tell me that fool has finally realized how inexplicably inefficient the knights are? why would he show concern for myself? ridiculous."

control. restraint. diluc heaved a breath and ran a hand down his face.

"kaeya cares about you! i care about you! diluc, what will it take for you to care about yourself for once?" he'd commend you for keeping your voice even this whole time if he weren't trying to repress his own frustration. he knew of his stubbornness, it was quite infamous after all.

you seemed almost pleading at this point, eyes wide and hopeful with the sliver of a chance that he might listen and heed your worries. "we can help you, i know we can! the knights aren't as inefficient as you say they are: kaeya and jean do a great job with their patrols! and...and i can help you with the winery! please, diluc-"

"what part of my duties do you not understand? they are mine alone to carry and that is final, i can manage myself just fine." he snapped, eyes blazing for a mere moment.

you, undeterred, pushed forth. "but you have people who can help you! want to help you!"

"what, people like you?"

he wish he hadn't spoke. control. restraint. but diluc was tired. control yourself, restrain yourself! but diluc was tired.

you seemed taken aback, lips parting as if to speak yet his words robbed you of your vocal chords. the fire in his eyes was unquenchable, blazing dangerously and ferociously. a snarl sat on his face and he hated how comfortable it felt.

"you think you can help me?" stop, stop speaking, "you think you could even manage a sliver of all that i do?" please, stop speaking, you're scaring them, "that's ridiculous and you know it, so stop speaking of fantasies like that. i don't need help from anyone—certainly not you."

it was only when your lip wobbled and tears gathered in your eyes that diluc felt the harshness of his words,

and archons did he despise himself for being the reason you cried.

he reached a hand out for you, waves of horror now crashing in his pupils instead of the flickering flames of fury, "love, i-"

"no, no, it's okay." suppressing your sniffles, you hastily rubbed your eyes and turned away from him, "i'll leave you be. it seems i'm not needed here."

you left him be with the solemn click of the winery's wooden doors and never before had diluc hated silence so.

his own words made his gut twist and shrivel in his body and he was forced to acknowledge that he had burned you by not controlling himself or showing restraint.

the pain was unbearable.

by the time you returned, the sun had risen higher in the sky, diluc's eyes were red-rimmed and in his hands he fumbled with his ruby brooch, torn off from his white collar. he sat with his elbows on his knees at the dining table, head hung low and shameful. he wasn't sure how to approach you—by all means you had every right to be angry or shout at him, yet instead you passed by silently, solemnity embedded in each of your footsteps.

diluc trailed behind you wordlessly, fumbling with his cufflinks as you entered the master bedroom and slipped back under the covers.

"love?" he tested the waters, uncertain and hesitant.

you hummed an acknowledgment from beneath the thick duvet yet made no move to show your face. you were upset, and it was all his fault.

tentatively, he sat on the edge of the bed to gauge your comfort and slid himself under the blanket once you scooted over and made room for him. instead of your beautiful face, diluc only had the displeasure of seeing your back.

"diluc?"

"yes, darling?"

your shoulders trembled as if to keep the composure in your already strained voice, "do you really think so little of me?"

in an instant, diluc was at your side as you fell apart and cried into your hands. warm, strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist and cooed sweet nothings into your ear.

"no, i think the world and beyond of you." he answered in a whisper once you calmed down.

you let him envelop your hand in his and press it to your shuddering heart, pulse alone speaking volumes.

"i'm sorry." you whimpered and turned your body so your tear-stricken face buried itself into the safety and warmth of his shoulder.

diluc cradled the back of your head and felt his insides twist and clench, tangled on the wire of guilt, "you need not apologize for being correct. i'm sorry for saying such cruel and untrue things to you, the one i love most."

"you aid me in seeing light where i thought light not possible, so please, always know that you are what supports me when even i am ignorant to it." purposefully and gently, diluc glided his gloveless hands across your back as your hiccups slowed to occasional sniffles.

"tell me again when you're ready- of your worries, i mean." diluc sighed and cupped your wet face, eager to dry the tears he had caused, "i promise you, i will listen intently and act accordingly."

his heart fluttered upon being blessed with your giggle, light and airy and free of strife as it should always be. "so professional, but thank you. i'll take you up on that offer. and thank you for the apology, i appreciate it."

he thanked his lucky stars that you trusted him enough and prayed to whatever god was listening that you'd be a constant in his life as he continued to cuddle you close and whisper words of love and reassurance in your ear, dedicated hand rubbing soothing motions into your back.

it was as he began to drift off to sleep that he remembered the last of his father's advice, and thought his moment of recognition could not be more appropriate.

"but pyro is also life, and warmth, and comfort. this gift of yours is not meant to burn mindlessly and destroy, but to provide sanctuary to those you love."

diluc pulled you closer and pressed a kiss to your forehead, silently swearing to himself to dedicate his warmth to you.

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ryuwonieebae · 9 months

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Unexpected Confession

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𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐙𝐈 (우지) Imagines, One-shots

Pairing : idol!Woozi x fem!reader

Genre : Fluff, romance

Warning : None

Woozi wrote a song which was secretly for you but what if the secret is no longer a secret...

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You hummed according to the rhythm, listening to the newly made song by your bestie who gave you a satisfied grin watching your response to the song. As soon as you finished listening to it, you clapped cheerfully and shook your hands with him, praising it.

"It's good, right? Or should I–"

"Yes. It's amazing. I love it.. -but now eat this food. I know you didn't consume anything since yesterday," you said revealing the food you made making his mouth go wide. You chuckled at his adorable reaction to his favourite food.

"Jjajangmyun?! Did you cook it yourself? Wahh! Thank you so much Y/N-ahh!"

"Yeah, I did and you're welcome," you gave him the noodles which he gladly received and ate. After a big bite, his cat eyes enlarged as he looked at your direction with a satisfied look. He nodded his head indicating that the food was appetising.

"Enjoy, then. Also don't forget to take rest. To be honest, you look like a dead rat I mean cat. Okay, bye! I need to go home"

"Already?" The disappointment in his voice was visible. You noticed his unhappy face and sighed.

"My little sister is alone at home. That's why,"

"Oh....Okay," he sighed. You felt a bit bad to leave him all alone in this kind of creepy and huge studio but what can you do when your little sister needs you?

You made your way toward him hesitantly and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Woozi looked up at you like he had just seen a horrifying ghost while you smiled innocently. You patted his rosy cheeks and made your way toward the door acting as if nothing happened just know.

"I know that you wrote the song just for me. Sorry but I kind of eavesdroped on your phone call with your manager. Hehe"

"Wh—what? You're joking, right?" He asked you nervously with a forced laughter.

"Why would I joke? There's something I need to tell you too..I—umm..I love you too! Bye! Let's meet later!" grinning ear to ear, with your reddened face, you shouted loudly as you closed the metal door with a loud thud. While woozi was still sitting on his chair with a blank expression.

"This girl aishh! She is something," Woozi caressed his cheeks slowly. Thinking about what had happened just know, he could feel his face flashing crimson-red as his heartbeat fastens.

"I love you too," Woozi whispered as smile made its way to his face. I guess no one has made him feel like that except you>_<..

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A/n : +This fanfiction is purely based on my imagination only.

+It's totally fictional!

+I hope this is good enough to make you guys happy. I'm still learning to write in a creative way. Thank you for supporting me. It means a lot to me. Thanks to my besties too<3...

#imagine #seventeen #svt #svt imagines #carat #svt masterlist #lee jihoon #woozi #woozi x reader #seventeen woozi #svt woozi #woozi fluff #fictional story #kpopidol #jihoon #o/c #svt oneshot #hyung line

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badhabitsledmehere · 1 year

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How i think the brothers, royals and purg hall (minus luke) would behave on the ‘lettuce’

Not proof-read and also just a shitpost so

Brothers

Lucifer

He would probably pretend like he’s ok.

Too prideful to admit how toasted he is (he is GONE)

Sits in the same position for like an hour.

He has his classical music playing, but he’s just staring at the wall like something is happening

Can not be bothered to move his eyes from the one spot (eyes are comfy)

Ends up ruining Mammon’s experience because he’s glaring directly at Mammon with a cold face.

(Has a nap after like an hour and a half)

Mammon

Procured the za

Went to like four different dealers cause he needed enough for the brothers, royals, and purg hall.

Probably a low tolerance to be honest

Didn’t have a lot cause he really wanted to see what Lucifer and Barbatos were like gone (wanted to see if he could convince Luci for money)

He fell asleep for like 20 minutes and woke up to Lucifer glaring at him (regrets giving Lucifer a lot)

eats all the chips.

He giggles alot (to nothing)

Talks and talks (incoherently)

Leviathan

Didn’t have a lot but it hit.

HARD

He starts rambling about TSL to Simeon who honestly couldn’t collect his thoughts for his life.

He starts freaking out when some of Lucifer’s music starts playing so he tries to retreat to his room.

He jumps off the couch and waddles, like my bro is WOBBLING, to his room

He is in fact mumbling the whole time (mostly to himself) and can’t look anyone in the eye

When he gets to his room he starts playing a random rpg (he’s just walking into a tavern wall, or reading the same dialogue box over and over)

Probably devours the stale chips that have been sitting on his desk for like a week

Satan

He’s enjoying himself.

He didn’t think this was a feeling, but boy does this feeling feel nice

He’s talking to you a little and trying to speak cohesively but when he makes a mistake, he starts chuckling to himself.

“MC, did you know that when a cat meowed. Meowed? Mew? Meyoed? Hehe.. hehahahah! Ohuahahahaha!”

He sits still for a little while staring at the ceiling, then decides he wants to see a cat.

You know that isn’t a good idea to you put a cat compilation video from Deviltube on your D.D.D. For him to watch.

He watches in delight

Asmodeus

Not his first rodeo with the cush

He has what he knows will allow him a good time and to stay relatively aware.

Probably stares at himself for a while and takes photos of himself.

Before deciding everyone else needs a photo (many photos) of their high.

(All of the photos have him in them)

He teases Solomon and Lucifer.

Lucifer can’t hear him and Solomon is still deciding whether or not Asmo is a character in his imagination or he himself exists at all(Asmo leaves in the middle of Solomon’s dilemma)

He runs a hot bath and soaks in that for the rest of the time that he’s high.

Beelzebub

He is gone

My boy ate up almost all of the snacks and also the entirety of the kitchen stock.

He’s ordered food delivery.

A LOT of delivery.

Probably watches cat videos with Satan until the food comes.

He devours all of it.

After consuming all the food, he crawls - yes - CRAWLS back to his room and falls asleep out in the hallway, just before his room.

Belphie also decides a good sleep in bed is desired but passes out on top of Beel

Belphegor

Definitely ate some food too.

Beel’s unnatural appetite and sudden hunger really made Belphie hungry and in the mood for a bite.

Really destroyed some juice tbh

He didn’t immediately sleep but felt Beel’s fatigue

Honest, he jus sleep

Royals

Diavolo

My boy, my sweet boy is absolutely zooted

Never felt so care free like ever

He probably feels no responsibility, and incredibly relaxed

May even drop some risky sentences to you cause he thinks no one can hear

Pretty much everyone heard

Absolutely decimates the Hellfire mushroom rolled cigar cookies Barb made beforehand

He’s chuckling, giggling, laughing having a great time

Barbatos

HE IS SO GONE

Definitely had way too much

(My man did not know that the brownies were eddies)

“MC you made the brownies? Well i suppose in that case…”

The munchies got to him in the worst way.

He’s standing still. So still. Well thats what he thinks anyway.

Probably swaying and maybe even tilting

You sit him down (with no effort) and rest with him for the rest of the sesh

(He’s internally freaking out)

Purgatory Hall

Solomon

InterDIMENSIONAL

Barbatos may be gone because he also doesn’t really tango with the mango but Solomon? He took way too much for no reason.

Usually does it recreationally at parties (most of the time with Asmo)

I couldn’t tell you why he went so insane, he just did.

Has a 7 second delay

When Asmo comes to get photos of him, Solomon loses his shit

“Am I real? Are you real? Wait am I watching myself, or am I myself? Wait-“

Simeon

Originally wasn’t going to participate, just because he doesn’t enjoy smoking in general.

Actually ate two some of MC’s brownie on accident tho.

“Oh no”

Mans thought that they were just regular brownies uh he was wrong.

Probably somewhere in between Lucifer and Barb

Just sits down and tries to wait it out.

Sends a text to Luke like

[don ot coe t hus of lemantaton!] ((Do not come to the house of Lamentation))

Squinting so hard he can barely see

#omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belph #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me crack #obey me mc #the zaza

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wasbangtanhome · 3 years

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late, late, late | KSJ

banner made by bangtanhome! (me)

Summary: Is he late? Yes. Were you mad? Yes. Was it a special day? Yes, yes, yes! You had everything prepared and you just wanted your boyfriend to come home. Now.

Pairing: Office worker!Kim Seokjin x F(Reader) | also kind of dom!Jin

Warning: 18+. Smut in the form of: pwp, provocative dress, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it hehe), oral sex (M receiving), fingering, use of the word "slut", cumming inside, impact play (ass and pussy). also he used the L word.

Word Count: 4.4k

Author's note: Short and sweet to start off my journey here on tumblr!! I hope you enjoy it and to please please let me know about any improvements. I worked really hard on it! Also my first smut fic! Also, also, there are not a lot of pet names ever since I saw the post about what Namjoon, Jungkook, Jimin, and Jin would call their lover. I got super sappy.

From the kitchen window, you have a clear view of the entrance leading to your apartment that you share with your boyfriend. The sun has set and it's well past dinner time but you have yet to see his face walking up the steps, blowing a kiss at your general direction.

You chew the inside of your cheek. He's late, you thought, peering out the window for the nth time while drying the dishes. You can't help but worry. Seokjin usually calls if he picked up an extra shift, but your phone has yet to move.

Today marks a year of the two of you living together. The year hasn't treated you kindly. A while back, your company had some budget cuts. Your department was abolished and unlike the lucky coworkers that were transferred, you were a part of the handful that received severance pay.

You figured going back to work would be easy, especially with your qualifications. However, you have yet to get a call from any of the places you applied to. With you unable to work, you spend your days maintaining the apartment. Your boyfriend, his smile ever present, told you he would just have to take more shifts.

‘You know, ______, housework is really hard to do,’ he remarked. ‘Besides, I make more than enough money to support us both.’

You smiled at your boyfriend then. It was true, there wasn’t really a need for you to go to work. You eased up on your stress over not finding work and dutifully cleaned the apartment.

You trudged your way to the entrance of the apartment. Head resting on the front door before unlocking it with your key. Seokjin was drinking tea by the window sill, looking as ethereal as ever. He noticed you had entered the apartment, smiling lovingly at you.

Before he had a chance to say hello, you broke the news about what happened during work. Instantly, your boyfriend came towards you, his smile faltering as he saw the state you were in. The fatigue in your bones left you slumped on the ground.

Seokjin did not say a word, opted to close and lock the door behind you before sinking to his knees to meet you at eye level.

‘Hey,’ he murmured softly. ‘It’s going to be okay.’

He nudged your shoulder and you fell to his embrace. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You whimper softly as you seize his dress shirt, hot tears falling on his dress shirt, turning the color a shade darker than it was. Your knuckles turned white as your chest rose and fell rapidly, ragged breathing moaning the loss. And yet, your Seokjin rubbed circles on your back soothingly, hugging you tightly, not saying a word.

‘Sorry,’ you remembered mumbling as the coil in your stomach loosened.

‘Don’t be sorry, _____, there’s no reason for you too,’ he whispered back.

Silence fell before he piped up. ‘What do you call a bike that can’t stand on its own?’ he waggled his eyebrows when you looked at him, confused at what he’s saying. It took you a good moment to know that he was joking.

‘Two-tired!’ he exclaimed, laughing at his own joke. You smiled at your lover and before long, laughed along with him; his joy infecting your sadness.

He took out his handkerchief, wiping the streaks of tears away and giving it to you. At his gesture, you snickered before dissolving once more into tears. He had fretted then, worried that he had done something wrong.

‘I’m so lucky,’ you mumbled in tears. ‘Lucky to have you as my boyfriend, Kim Seokjin.’

He smiled softly at your comment, proceeded to pull you in his lap. ‘So, what do you want to do now?’

‘Easy,’ you sniffled, plastering a smile on your face. ‘We order fried chicken and drink!’

Seokjin had looked at you funny, surprised to hear you crave alcohol. Your smile was infectious and he ruffled your hair to agree. ‘That’s my girl!’ he exclaimed. ‘Let’s find you an even better paying job, okay?’

He was so enthusiastic, making the tragedy that happened to you that day seem so… trivial. You got drunk that night, your body not used to the alcohol.

You smile softly at the memory that happened after, your boyfriend’s hair stuck to his face, panting heavily as you came all over him. You try to push the memory away, focusing instead on your task at hand, but the damage was done- you're wet.

You chew on your bottom lip, hands traveling lower, touching your folds.

I’ll just start without him.Something nagged at your brain, and as your fingers sought out your clit, you realize how unsatisfying it would be without your boyfriend coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you.

You moan, anticipation and desperation threatening to consume you. Distracting yourself, you went through your mental checklist again. Skimpy apron? Check. Food? It’s cold because it’s been in the fridge, but check. The line that you’ve been practicing for the past few months to win over your boyfriend? Check, check, and check.

You glance again and the parking lot was empty now, its residents taking space in their respective homes. No sign of Seokjin.

You huff, grabbing your phone and pressing the on power roughly, almost causing it to clatter on the ground. Almost. Your screen flickers on and you see an image of him smiling back at you. You stuck your tongue out at his face, and punched a string of numbers you know by heart.

The line rang for a long time. You were about to let it go to voicemail. At the last second, you hear a tired voice answer you.

“Darling?” Seokjin’s voice was gruff and sleepy. You can make a mental image of him running a hand through his hair. He sounded distracted, probably looking at his spreadsheets as the numbers start to blur together.

"Hi," you try cheerfully, clearing your throat, hoping he can’t hear the anticipation across the phone. You cradle the device between your ear and your shoulder before brushing lint from your apron. "Are you coming home soon?"

Seokjin looked at his watch, knowing something was clearly bothering you. Looking at the time, he scrambled to his feet: 19:32.

"Wh-Wha--?" came the stunned response. You hear Seokjin push his chair back and the familiar beep of his computer turning off. You laugh quietly as you hear doors slam and his voice echoing in the staircase.

"Oh, _____, I'm so sorry. I had no idea what time it was," he pants, high on adrenaline trying to get home as soon as possible.

"I'm so sorry, ______. I'll be home soon. You can start eating without me, okay?"

You feel a grin paint your face, relief that he was at work. "I'm okay! You must be hungry, love. Just glad you're finally coming home. I can't wait to see you. Drive safe!" you exclaim hurriedly, knowing he won’t want to call when he’s driving.

He murmured a confirmation and you ended the call. Seokjin may be late but there’s still cause for celebration. Settling the butterflies in your stomach, you open the fridge door to take out the food you had prepared earlier, heating them up.

You finally see a familiar figure run from his parking space. His dress shirt untucked and he stopped for only a moment to blow a kiss towards you. His hair clung to his scalp, his tie was loose, and his eyes shining with adoration. You waved back quickly before seeing him disappear into the building.

Seokjin expected you to be angry, ready to apologize for coming home so late. At the very least, he expected a hug, you seemed happy enough, asking how his day was in the office. What he didn’t expect was you in an apron… wearing nothing else. His eyes roamed your body, stunned at the lack of clothes, briefcase dropping heavily on the floor.

"Are you going to close the door?" he heard you ask.

Never taking his eyes off of you, he closed and locked the door, sliding out of his work shoes. Like a deer caught in headlights, you can’t help but wonder what would happen if you approached him.

You hear him gasp as you get closer, his face incredulous. You pressed your chest towards his, relishing in his ears turning red.

"Now,” you smirk and grab a hold of his tie. “Would you like to start with dinner,"-- you croon as you fling it behind you.

"-a bath,” you say seductively as you open the first couple of buttons of his dress shirt. “-or me?" you finish, dress shirt completely unbuttoned as you watch his delicious figure.

You don't often see your boyfriend at a loss for words. But this... this was something else. Seokjin opened and closed his mouth, blinking rapidly. You hid your smile behind closed lips, enjoying the fact you’re making him squirm.

"What did you make for dinner?" he stammered, forcing a chuckle.

You waved at the table. "The works, japchae, fried chicken, corn, kimchi… You know, our favourites."

"Huh..." he managed, swallowing. Seokjin knew how hungry he was when he left the office, but he couldn't seem to focus on the steaming delicacies on the table. He turned his gaze back to you, slowly closing the distance between your lips.

"Good answer," you murmur.

"Didn't know it was a test," he whispered, dipping his head back down, claiming your soft lips once more.

You smiled into the kiss, content that he was finally home. His hands stopped trembling as it snaked lower. One hand circled your waist, the other trailing soft circles on your back. You shivered at his delicate touch, arching your back into his hand to feel more.

Seokjin seemed to understand your signal and lifted you up, making your way through the living room to reach your bed. Once you landed with a soft plop, he continued the kiss. Heat was rising to his cheeks as he fully shrugged his dress shirt off, returning shortly to connect his lips to yours.

"Jin, I can't see... it's too dark in here," you whined, feeling your skin burn where he touched your body.

You did not receive an immediate response from your beloved, only hearing the thud of a belt on the floor and you hoped his pants came off with it.

"I think it's the perfect amount of light to make you squirm," he whispers. You feel the mattress sink with his weight and the heated kiss resumes, your hands flying to tug at his hair with urgency. You start to feel feverish from the kiss, trying desperately to connect your hips to something so you can feel the first waves of pleasure. You’ve been waiting for such a long time.

He smiles at your impatience and starts tweaking your clothed nipple. "Off..." you whined, wanting the apron gone.

Seokjin slipped the shoulder straps down. You arch your back and he untied the ribbon holding everything together easily. He threw it over his shoulder and finally, his large palms directly touched your tits. He sucked on a nipple while his hands were busy, roaming every inch of your body. You moaned underneath him, thrusting your chest upwards to give him more access.

"Mmm..." you sigh as his hand travelled south and pressed onto your clit.

"You're so wet already," he released your nipple, chuckling darkly. "Have you been waiting all day? Did you want to be fucked that badly?"

You winced at his words. He continued circling your clit, waiting patiently for your answer. "Well?"

"Yes, darling," you pant out. "I have been waiting all day for you! Ah- and you were late," you whined pathetically.

He chuckled again, muttering apologies under his breath while he continues to play with your clit, your nipple back in his mouth. You knew you were going to get a real apology after you're done, but this was enough.

You felt his finger enter your pussy, testing out to see how tight you were. Your eyelids fluttered shut as he added another finger, eliciting a moan from you.

"Yeah? You like that?" came the breathy response.

Your head spun as he curled his fingers at the sensitive bundle of nerves. His thumb pressed and circled on your clit, his pace getting faster and his thrusts getting deeper.

"Jin, I'm close," you squeak out, squirming at his unrelenting force. Your high was right there, waiting for your undoing. But your boyfriend had other plans and his thrusts stopped completely before you came.

You whined, your hands tugging at his hair dangerously. Frustration swept overr your face as it turned even more crimson than his ears. "J-Jin..." you grumble weakly, catching your breath. Your cunt squeezed at nothing when he removed his fingers completely.

"Wanted to feel you cum on my dick," was his simple response.

In the fog of your pleasure, you weren't aware of his veiny cock rapidly growing harder, tip already leaking precum. You stared, dazed as he pumped his length. You also had other plans when you moved to the floor.

You licked a stripe down from the tip to the base, earning a hiss from your boyfriend. His eyes fluttering shut when you look up, his cock slowly disappearing into your mouth.

You suck lightly at first, taking care that your teeth don't make contact with his sensitive member and begin bobbing to a rhythm. He groaned as you stuffed your mouth with his cock, hands grabbing fistfuls of your hair.

"Ah- ________, ah-, can I move?" he huffed out, unable to form sentences without groans.

You moaned to signal your affirmation and he used your hair as leverage to pull you closer to the base. You struggled and gagged, feeling so fucking full. You whimper as he held you there, his head falling back with a groan.

Seokjin snapped his hips, thrusting deeper into your throat. The sensation made you moan, tears blurring your vision. He picked up the pace when he saw you, loves the view of you struggling with his cock in your mouth.

He loved to ruin you, would never admit that out loud, but seeing his lover whimper and sob because he was too big made him moan. Seokjin was holding your head in place, letting his hips do all the work. You groaned out, the vibrations on his cock almost sent him over the edge.

You knew he was close. In ragged breaths, he was saying how beautiful you were, how well you were taking his cock, how amazing you felt, and all the sweet nothings you often hear. However, when his thrusts turned messy, an indication that he was close, you shifted backwards and his beautiful cock fell out of your mouth.

"Fuck!" he cursed loudly, careening forward. He held your head in place for balance, not wanting to fall, worried he hurt you somehow. However, he was greeted with a teasing grin. "Payback, love," was all you said smugly.

You knew you shouldn’t have pushed his buttons that way. But you couldn't help it, knowing the wonderful outcome that awaits you.

He growled, anger flaring with every second that passed since you denied his release. "Bed. Now,” he muttered under his breath. You obliged at his command, though you did it slowly, never taking your eyes of him

This side of Seokjin rarely comes out to play. He was always worried he'd hurt you.

‘Yeah, that's the point,’ you snorted, recalling the memory of explaining what you wanted like he was 5.

Even still, this was a welcomed surprise. You made a mental note of how you pushed his buttons that day, hoping to recreate it in future events.

You were about to sit on the bed when you turned around, climbing on all fours instead, excited about what he would do to you.

“That’s not what I asked you to do, slut” he chuckled, waiting for you to get settled. You teased your ass, moving it closer towards his dick before pulling back.

You didn't anticipate the first slap, the sound of his palm hitting your skin filling the room. You moaned, wiggling your ass towards his face, eyes shining bright with lust.

"Ah- you like being spanked, huh?” Seokjin said, scratching his chin. “Who knew you'd this much of a slut."

You moaned at the word, loving when he said such mean things to you. Your knees buckled when the next smack wasn’t on your ass. He clicked his tongue as he watched your juices flow out from having your cunt smacked. Seokjin reached gingerly towards your clit, teasing it to ease the pain.

"Oh?" he said simply before smacking you again, this time back at your ass. He alternated between slapping your ass and your sopping cunt, the uncertainty of where the next pain would land causing you to see stars.

You whimpered and whined underneath him. Fully lying on your stomach, your ass no longer in the air. You held a pillow, moaning into it, praying the neighbors wouldn't complain about the noise. "J-Jin... please fuck me."

"Huh, I didn’t know this one could beg," he chuckled. The thought of him being with another slut left a twinge in your chest, but that jealousy subsided when he slapped you hard this time, snapping your mind from your thoughts. There was some shuffling behind you and you felt the tip of his cock on your entrance, Seokjin coating his erection with your juices.

"Shit- it's so slippery..." he said mockingly, "slipping" past your cunt. "I can't seem to get it in."

His teasing left you desperate, clinging so hard on to the pillow that your knuckles started to turn white. And just as you felt the anticipation was too much, Seokjin thrusted into you fully, his girth entering you all at once, not caring that you usually needed time to adjust to his cock.

Seokjin dragged you closer towards him, your legs off the bed. He held your neck down with his arm and thrusted hard into your cunt. Before long, you begged silently as your high approaches, hoping that this time your boyfriend would let you cum.

"Baby, I- I'm close."

"Are you now, sweetheart?" You nodded and whimpered at his question. Your voice was getting higher, moans filling your small bedroom.

And he stopped again.

You buried your face in the pillow to scream. You were so agonizingly close and he denied you just like that. Tears fall out of your eyes now, you hiccup and sob, glaring daggers at him.

Normal Seokjin would've scooped you into his arms, a myriad of apologies would spill from his mouth.

But not this time. Instead, he grabbed your hips with his muscular arms before flipping you over so you lay flat on the bed. His cock went back inside, thrusting slowly while he spun circles on your sensitive folds.

"Please-" You breathe in deep, trying to stabilize your hiccups.

"One more for me?" he asked. His voice low and husky.

You start shaking your head, pleading, no- you couldn’t do it again. You were begging him to let you cum. He continued his shallow thrusts and his attention on your clit. You sigh underneath him, overstimulated beyond belief.

"One more," he insisted and leaned close to your ear. "For one whole year of living together." He nibbled on the shell before moving down to your neck. "Please?" You moan when he sucked on the delicate flesh.

You melted into his embrace and nod. "One more."

Perhaps you should've considered longer. Perhaps it was your lust-addled brain that made you say yes. Perhaps you should not have fallen for his devilish charm. But it’s all too late now as he lay on the bed, and you climbed over him.

"Mmph..." you moan, throwing your head back while you grind your pussy on his cock. You snuck a glance below only to find seeing your boyfriend drowning in pleasure.

You leaned forward and bumped your forehead with his. Seokjin's eyes open gently. He pants quietly as he cups your face, gently stroking it with his thumb. An angelic smile spreads upon his face, love and affection in his eyes. You whined as you continue riding him, trying to chase your own high while helping him with his, picking up the pace.

You were still moving a bit too slowly for his liking so he thrusted his hips to match your movements. It sent shivers down your spine and you moan deliciously.

"Baby, I can't- ah- Jin..." you pant, bouncing and grinding on his cock, just then realizing how close you actually were. You expected the stop, but it didn't make it any easier. Your boyfriend stopped his movements and held your hips firm, causing your body to convulse.

Seokjin sat up quickly, hugging and kissing your face profusely. "You did such a good job, ______." he said, his apologies in the form of kisses. He tucked a stray hair behind your ear. "You were so pretty bouncing on my cock like that."

You sigh and smiled weakly at him, "Can I rest?" you asked meekly.

You hear him genuinely laugh. His friends always said that his laugh sounded like windshield wipers. But to you, it sounded like wind chimes dancing in the summer.

Seokjin grabbed you and laid you down on the bed gently. He turned to his side and stroked your hair. You faced him, a content smile on your face as you also stroke his cheek.

"I love you."

The sudden confession made you halt. You knew Seokjin meant it. However, he does not say I love you very often. He shows his love with physical touch and "have you eaten?" questions that make you feel so happy he cared. But hearing him say he loved you almost made you cry. Almost. You had enough tears for the day.

"I love you too, darling."

You scoot closer to kiss him, tongue asking permission to enter. He groans when they collide. Your spare hand moved down and stroked his softening cock gently but he sprung up instantly.

"I kinda blue-balled you, sorry," you broke the kiss sheepishly. Seokjin just chuckled and continued the kiss, moving on top of you.

“Are you okay for more?” he asked, back to his usual self.

You nodded enthusiastically.

His cock slid in effortlessly, your pussy already wet and stretched out enough to take him in without any discomfort. Pleasure caused your body to groan. You wanted so badly to come.

He held up both your legs and toyed with your clit. He was able to thrust easily into you. He started out slow, making sure that you were actually okay before it turned manic, his cock going in and out of you with such force.

You whined when his thumb pushed harder on your clit, feeling your walls clench at his huge dick.

His cock going deeper and deeper inside you combined with him touching your clit was all it took. You were suddenly right there, at the edge of pleasure before you snap. You yell his name, your voice getting increasingly higher. You look at him with desperate eyes.

"Cum on my cock, ____," he groaned, marveling at how tight you were getting.

He kept the pace and soon, you were moaning his name, your juices creaming his cock. You loved being filled. You were so full as your walls clenched around him.

A few more hard thrusts and he joined you in pleasure. "Ah- _____," he moaned out as your walls were painted white. You winced when you thought Seokjin was going to fall on top of you, though he caught himself at the last second.

He slid out of you with a hiss and ran to get a towel to clean you up. After he was done, the towel was placed in the laundry basket, along with all the clothes that were discarded from the floor. You roll your eyes, knowing how neat your boyfriend was.

He plopped right next to you and you cuddled closer, throwing an arm over his muscled abdomen.

"Hi," he sighed out in bliss, tucking another strand of hair behind your ear. "Happy one year anniversary of living together, my dear."

His head dipped towards your and you both nuzzle your nose at each other. "Happy one year, Jin."

"So," he started, clearing his throat. "I can tell you liked getting spanked. Push my buttons some more and maybe it'll happen more often," he laughed at his own comment., waggling his eyebrows at your direction.

This time, it was you who were at a loss for words. You shook your head, rolling your eyes before snuggling so close to him. You found the perfect spot on his chest, as always, pulling the blankets towards the both of you.

He removed himself from underneath you and stared seriously into your eyes. "I know I don't say it enough,"-- you smiled as you notice his ears turning red again-- "but I meant what I said. I do, love you, ____." He held your gaze and you found the strength to sit up slightly to kiss him.

"I know, Jin. This was enough. You are enough."

You've never seen him so giddy and he kissed your forehead again, finally settling down.

"Good night, Kim Seokjin. I’ll clean the food in the morning," you say drowsily.

"Don’t worry, let me get it. Good night, soon-to-be Kim _____," he whispered. You heard the comment but you were tired to ask what he meant. In the morning, you thought to yourself. I'll deal with that in the morning.

When you finally slept, soft snores filling the room, Seokjin got up, carefully detangling him from your arms. You protest slightly but rolled over, not waking up. He padded softly to the kitchen to put the food away. Washing his hands, he looked to the bedroom once more to make sure you were indeed asleep, before opening his briefcase.

Inside, there was a small blue box and Seokjin opened it gingerly, fearing the worst. He sighed in relief as the band reflected a light coming from outside, still intact even though he dropped it earlier. He closed the small box and placed it back in his briefcase.

Seokjin came back to the room to find you had gotten up, hands rubbing your eyes. “Where did you go?”

“Bathroom and grabbed a glass of water,” he lied casually, praying that you didn’t see anything, his heart hammering in his chest.

You mumbled something and he sighed in relief, putting on a pair of boxers before snuggling you close, kissing your forehead.

All characters depicted in this fic are 18+ and fictional.

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Posted on 04.13.2021 at 11:11am GMT+7.

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samsflannel · 3 years

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survey results are in!

sorry, this is gonna be a long post. yesterday i posted a survey with a list of polls regarding Supernatural, and it was SO much fun. I got over 300 responses, which was A LOT to sort through for the short responses, but I’ve gathered all the “data” and here it is! My responses to each poll will be under the screenshots (they are in groups of 2). I’m going to include the short answer responses in another post. ENJOY!

1. Starting off strong.

2. Pleased with this one as well.

3. Yep, I expected this response from most of us.

4. Sami, I made the wincest and destiel response just for you. YW.

5. CMON YOU GUYS......live a little!!! samjack sexy

6. I’m not really surprised that Playthings got the bulk of votes here, but I think my vote would have been 8x23.

7. :)

8. i’m disappointed that more people didn’t choose the yellow one tbh

9. it is sexy. it is. wake up.

10. i love Dean, but he’s definitely an asshole. and that’s what makes him a great character!

11. hehe.....i understand why not a lot of people picked noncon bait....u r valid its ok im gross.

12. WHO THE FUCK PICKED NO......have you ever consumed media

13. WBK.

14. damn, Dean kinda got the short end here! a lot of samgirls took this survey

15. i get why you wouldn’t like Bugs bc it does have harmful stereotypes about native ppl but the rest of it is peak season 1 wdymmm

16. almost 50/50 here! old vs new fans we love to see it. I am definitely wincest old guard.

17. YEP. Eric Kripke needs shock therapy for that one

18. The fact that some people admitted to being dry.....tragic. I think Eileen is a great character but they are NOT endgame.

19. SO YOURE JUST GONNA SIT THERE AND ADMIT HOW WRONG YOU ARE??

20. ugh. yeah. same.

21. who tf picked blue. cmon. red meat incest agenda.

22. SAM MOMMY MILKERS!!!!! hucow sam <3

23. Mixed on this one! My response is obviously yellow :)

24. I do think Bobby favored Dean somewhat.

25. Johnzazel agenda so true

26. HIGHKEY CANON. AND SEXY

27. someone requested a combination of blue and yellow and you’re so right i apologize.

28. mixed on this one for top vs bottom fans! almost a 50/50 split

29. ANNA DID NOTHING WRONG

30. I can’t believe this one is almost 50/50. Ruby girlboss you guys are haters

31. again. admitting you’re dry. THEY FUCKED

32. yeah :(

33. Q-anon level conspiracy theory.

34. I actually fall into the blue. I do believe Cas was in love with Dean, but not the other way around. I think Cas loving Dean makes wincest so much more spicy

35. I love sam so much

36. those of you who answered yes........join my movement.

37. c’mon. even if you don’t ship wincest you need to admit this one.

38. sorry this one was self-indulgent.

39. JESS PEGGED SAM.

40. idk, i personally think Cassie deffo pegged Dean. She has top energy.

41. So all the people who answered no have definitely not read the fic (were too young to remember it) or are squicked by underage which is ok! its one of those fics i read back in 2010 so i have fond memories of it

42. hahahah you guys were mean on this one

43. it’s canon bro sorry

44. thank god this one was majority yellow

45. i give wincestiel a valid pass! dean has multiple holes

46. Jack is hole <3

47. I actually think both are great (and ppl were mad I didn’t have that option srry) but deanpussy is incredible and underrated.

48. SEXY>>>>>>

49. thank you for enabling me.

50. can you guess the redacted part? it was: insert various objects into himself :))))

51. ok heres the big question! i’m not surprised ilysmmbb won, but i personally vote for “yeah, there he is” !! i think its underrated and such a tender moment.

52. i’m in the blue. i like cas.

53. i actually am in the yellow on this one. i think its more realistic, although blue is hot forsure

54. top 3 cas moment right there.

55. objectively yes on this one. thank god for COVID- *gets shot at*

56. sorry this was shady i’m not really like this usually haha. i think death is my fave besides Rowena

57. obviously i’m in the red. i’m shocked that so many people said Yes.......

58. Clearly.

59. I enjoyed fan fiction! i love campy episodes as you all know (like Dog Dean afternoon and such) so i loved fan fiction. it was a nice nod to someone like me who has been watching for a long time.

60. HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU NOT KNOW WHO ANDY IS. i wish he would have been in the show longer........

61. uh....yeah.

62. Yeah c’mon. Dean would and you know it.

63. Thank god you guys didn’t fuck this up. I would agree, but Corbett is a close second for me.

64. IN THE RED BABY!!!!

65. we love a man bleeding out. we do.

66. i actually think misha is chill with J2 but.....you can’t deny J3 have more chemistry.

67. I uh......don’t think Dean would be a great father. is this me projecting my own issues with my father onto Dean? maybe,,,,

68. i’m surprised this was so negative! I think i would be interested

69. thanks for reading my shitty poetry!! i also had s4 dean in mind when writing this

70. CMON.....ITS KINDA SEXY CMON.......that spice of battered wife syndrome.......violent man in the house.......sam beaten down....im barking

71. haha yessss go yellow.

72. go yellow again.

73. I think I would actually vote yellow on this one. what a sweet and beautiful thing to say to someone, and its so very DEAN.

74. mhm. i think so.

75. SEXY CONTROLLING OLDER BROTHER!!!!!

76. no idea why people answered yes to this one. that punch was fucked up. was it sexy? thats another story,,

77. WOKE.

78. I do. I love pilot Dean.

79. Dean is a carfucker. any side of the fandom can recognize that

80. thank you GREEN!!!!!!

81. Sam is bi wtf! Sera Gamble erasure

82. Padackles commune <33333 they all fuck and they don’t know whose kid is whose!!!! (not really but this is sexy)

83. THESE BROTHERS ARE WEIRD FOR SURE.

#wincest #supernatural #spn survey #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #samdean

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sukirichi · 3 years

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suki you're baaack!!! 🏵️ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ the sukuna to my yuuji ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ i feel you, i always have to tell myself to take a break as well, i sometimes feel restless even though i don't have anything to do :/ but resting is good, it's part of doing whatever you do well so we all need to just go with the flow more!! i'm glad you liked my little choso drabble (*˘︶˘*) also i'm sure you'd do well with the roommate choso au, i'd love to see your twist on it! but regardless of whether you write it or not, i'll continue to scream with you hehe ever since i had that childhood friends au with noritoshi, it has consumed the entirety of my brain dgsgsbsbvsw i actually wrote out a little drabble for you but it somehow??? got so long that even my notes app was like n o p e. and now i feel bad for not detailing it so i think i should actually turn it into a one shot/series even THATS HOW LONG MY OUTLINE WAS HDSHSGJSNW i'll send you a little summary anyways!! 🥰 maybe i'll actually make a sideblog and post it dhgsbsns i just looked at your response for a while and was like w-was. was i just exposed (ง ื▿ ื)ว but you're not even wrong, it's spot on dhshshsg i can't believe how predictable i am. like what you said about my taste in men was 1:1 what my friends have said about me LMAOOOO it's either men who have their shit together or, i quote, "gremlins" and there's no inbetween. and bc i saw that you watched haikyuu - yeeeeeeeeh welcome to the club!!! i have so many faves dbhsgsgs but i think my absolute love is akaashi (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ which is kinda funny bc i get him (+ daichi) in kin quizzes ehshshsjd

ok now i will go back to writing the noritoshi draft!! maybe i'll finish it this century haha!!! who knows (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b - 🍞

THE YUUJI TO MY SUKUNAAAA BABY HOW ARE YOU?! AH yes I want to write it but I think I just lost all my fluff abilities these days, i’m just HORKNEE MAAM. OMG I READ THE NORITOSHI ONE AND IM LIKE //damn// cuz yo I can see it tho, he WOULD be mean and use an excuse that it’s “for your safety.” I’m telling you, MEN. MAAM THATS A LONG ASS OUTLINE FOR A DRABBLE AND OMG I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOUR WRITINGS SOMEDAY <3 SPSPSPS I highly suggest you choose the ones who has their shit together. the gremlins well...i think they’re busy in their man caves, pLEASE DON’T BE LIKE ME, I HAVE HORRIBLE TASTE IN MEN, IM HONESTLY SO SHALLOW. idc if the guy is rude or whatever, if he is PRETTY, i am on my knees. no questions asked. GIRL STFU, AKAASHI?! HE’S MY FAVORITE TOO ASGHGL like dude legit I haven’t seen the guy in action yet because I’m a snail in watching animes, BUT YOOOO. I’m just gonna say it. A K A A S H I. okay but that aside, imma be honest and say suna rintarou can get it. fr fr. YOU GET DAICHI?! SPSSPSP im not into senpais so fufu but he’s a good guy!! and i wish you luck on that noritoshi draft!!!! lmk how it goes!

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #i said what i said #SUNA RINTAROU CAN GET IT #anon:🍞#the yuuji to my sukuna 💕

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sometimesheroesdie · 6 years

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IN DEFENSE OF D.VA’S ANIMATED SHORT // ANALYSIS

i’ve only seen twitch chat debating this, and i know that twitch chat is barely anything to go by, but i’m imagining the fandom isn’t too happy about the short as well because:

“ how does this move the lore forward? ”

maybe - it’s not meant to. to me, shooting star was a look and exploration into d.va’s personality and character, as well as the circumstances she lives in. it delves deep into the themes of stardom/reality + duality of character, as well as guilt and isolation.

PART ONE - DUALITY

i’d like to first emphasise that there are two sides to her. we have “hana”, the girl whom we see repairing her mech, and struggling with the weight of the world. we also have “d.va”, the perfect ideal of a celebrity who’s so fawned over by the media. she juggles these two sides a fair bit in the short. with that outta the way, let’s go.

in the holovid d.va’s meka squadmate is watching (is his name tae-hyun? i’m going with tae-hyun), we can see her advertisements and her face used as publicity material. it’s all over busan, all over buildings. her brand name is plastered all over products, like the instant noodles and energy drink they’re consuming. goes to show the level of d.va’s popularity.

the team working on this short were incredibly clever when working on the start of it. we see many frames that directly contrast with what the host is saying:

“ she and the meka squad took a few hits, but they pulled off another victory. ”

said squad is shown severely in need of maintenance and repair - that’s not “a few hits”. they were beaten up harshly by the omnics.

“ now, d.va is celebrating with some hard-earned glitz and glamour. ”

she isn’t. she’s repairing her mech after the aforementioned battle. very much not-classy, don’t you think? (strange why people would assume that she’s out partying.)

“ she’s out spending the night at the hottest spots in the city - eating the finest food, and hanging out with other superstars. ”

she’s in meka hq (i’m assuming? maybe it’s a hangar for the mechs, strange for it to be located over the sea), tending to her mech, eating doritos, and chilling with her dudebro tae-hyun. hardly glitzy.

“ and authorities confirm, she emerged without a scratch. she’s currently enjoying some time off to enjoy her victory. ”

at the end of the short, hana is shown pretty beat-up - there’s a cut on her face and her leg’s in a cast. she’s not taking a break, either - she’s still working on repairing her mech. lies. in the words of Best Boi tae-hyun: “oh, man. this time off is greaaat, isn’t it?”

why do all these contrasts matter?

they show how removed hana is from the life of “glitz and glamour”, and closer to the side of her that’s more personal and real - the person she is with tae-hyun. i guess this is how it’s like for most superstars too - they have a life outside of the stardom they’re thrust into and that side people are familiar about them having. this short shows d.va at her most raw, stripped of the arrogance that she gives people on the battlefield, that superior façade. it’s even shown by her lines in-game:

“is this easy mode?” “are you even trying?” “hehe, gg!”

she doesn’t say any of those in this short.

there is a clear separation between her two personas, “hana” and “d.va”. notice how only tae-hyun addresses her by “hana” - he represents the real, non-idealised side of her - and how the media calls her “d.va” - representing the façade she puts on for her fandom and the media.

i’m sorry if you forgot you were reading a defense of the animated short.

PART TWO - GUILT AND ISOLATION

“ you beat [the omnics]. they won’t be back for months. you need a break! ”

this line from tae-hyun is immediately followed by a flashback. hana recalls her squadmates struggling to fight off the omnics (i’m gonna assume and say it was the mentioned battle in the holovid), and how one of her squadmates shouted out “i’m hit!” in the recollection, d.va reacts immediately, horrified and shocked. she snaps back to reality, and says that she can’t take a break.

“ the enemy is adapting, and growing stronger. the rest of the squad, the country . . . they’re all counting on me. if i make a mistake and the [omnics] get through us . . . we lose. everything. ”

hana has taken this responsibility to protect whatever she can, her squad and her country. we also can infer that she’s voluntarily taken the weight of the world on her shoulders - tae-hyun insists as she climbs into the mech, “stop putting it all on yourself! it’s okay to ask for help.”

i’m gonna assume that she’s doing this out of guilt. she separates herself from her squadmates because she is guilty, and works in isolation to fight. she doesn’t want anyone else to be hurt, especially because of her/her negligence, so she takes it upon herself to singlehandedly defend her country. maybe there’s a reason behind this guilt, maybe an older squadmate got injured/killed by her own actions. we’ll need more lore, but i’m putting up the possibility.

“ get to cover, and wait for reinforcements! ”

“ they won’t get here in time! ”

again, this goes to show how far hana will take on the fight herself. she doesn’t want to involve any more people than she should - she’ll shoulder it all herself if she can keep the rest safe. but —

“ . . . tae-hyun. i . . . i need your help. ”

the framing of the shot before she says this line is great. we see the city in the background and the omnic in the foreground. the framing illustrates her current circumstance and the impending doom if she doesn’t kill the omnic, which she can’t in her mech’s condition. hana is reminded of what she fights for, and that with her mech breaking down, she needs help. she needs someone to rely on. enter tae-hyun, aka BEST BOI, HELL YEAH.

(extra!) PART THREE - THE OVERUSE OF THE RACING METAPHOR

“ it’s like how we used to stay up late and work on your hoverbike. “

“ heh - you mean the one you wrecked? “

“ really - you’re still mad about that? we won the race! “

“ yeah! and you almost killed yourself! “

“ yeah! the reactor! we can overload it! just like the hoverbike! “

“ trust me, tae-hyun . . . i’ll see you at the finish line. “

their continuous reference to their hoverbike and hana’s repeated use of the metaphor of life as a race really shows (a) their history and friendship together and (b) hana’s insistence on winning as well as her view on life - that it’s really just a race. a game, if you will. these lines show personality, and it’s pretty nice that the team stuck them in.

SUMMARY AND OVERALL THOUGHTS

in short (heh.), shooting star isn’t necessarily an addition onto lore. to me, it was an exploration of her history, her motivations, and her character. you shouldn’t judge it too harshly because all other shorts were lore additions - shooting star is a newer take on adding onto the fabric that is the overwatch universe, and i find it lovely.

in addition, in the korean fan festival livestream on twitch, a representative explained that they wanted to show hana/d.va in a different light - they wanted to show the girl “with the weight of the world on her shoulders”. their intention truly came through.

they really outdid themselves with this short, both the themes and the aesthetic quality. i mean, would you look at the animations and the graphics????? beautiful.

lastly -

d.va in a ponytail??? hell yes.

#overwatch #hana song #d.va #i just really wanted to show that this short is Valid ok

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do-your-socks-have-holes-in-them · 5 years

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compromise

@sanderssidescelebrations (I hope it’s not too late for these cause I’m gonna keep calling it holiday time until February)

Prompt #12: First snow

Warnings: Deceit

Pairings: Moceit

Word Count: 1300

Summary: Patton is excited about the first snow of the year... his boyfriend Declyn, not so much.

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For a few minutes after Patton woke up, the morning was still and peaceful. He rolled out of bed without waking Declyn and felt around in the dark for his glasses. He padded into the kitchen, yawning, his hair sticking up in every direction, and started a pot of coffee. Finally, while waiting for it to be ready, he wandered into the living room and opened the blinds. And just like that, caffeine was no longer necessary.

“Babe, get up, come look, it SNOWED!” Patton slammed the bedroom door open. When the other didn’t respond immediately, he ran over to the bed and started shaking him, bouncing like an excited child.

“Too early,” Declyn grumbled after peeking at the clock. “‘m hibernating.”

“You’re not a bear, honey. Please?? I’m making coffee, so if you don’t get up I’m gonna be the only one drinking it…”

His eyes blinked open, then went wide as he fully absorbed the idea of Patton, already energetic enough to be running around the house shouting about the weather, consuming an entire pot of coffee. “I’m up! I’m up.” Well, okay, he was actually still in bed. But he was working on it. Five more minutes.

“Great! I’ll be in the kitchen!” Patton leaned down and kissed him, and- oh, he was so soft and warm, he wasn’t allowed to go to the kitchen and leave him. Patton squeaked as Declyn reached up and yanked him under the covers with him, wrapping around him so that he couldn’t move. “Sweetheart, you said you were getting up…”

“Hmm. Did I? Did I really?” He nuzzled Patton’s cheek, knowing it would make him giggle.

“You- hehe- you did, I heard you.”

“I don’t think so. Why would I say that when we could stay in bed and cuddle?” Kisses on all the freckles he could reach- Patton wouldn’t be able to resist that.

It worked. Patton sighed fondly. “If you say so,” he relented. “But only a few minutes, okay? We don’t wanna let the coffee get cold.”

“Of course.”

Eventually, they did make it to the kitchen. The coffee had cooled down just enough by then to not burn their mouths. Declyn was bundled up in no less than two holiday sweaters, both of them Patton’s, and watched with an air of “I will allow this because I love you” while his boyfriend made himself a cup of coffee that was 60% cream and probably another 10% sugar. He was pretty sure the drink couldn’t even be labeled as coffee at this point.

“So, what should we do today?” Patton asked brightly after taking a sip of his non-coffee.

“…Pardon?” Why was he talking as if today were special? Usually on weekends they just stayed in and relaxed. “What for?”

“To celebrate the first snow of the year, silly!” He grabbed Declyn’s arm and pulled him over to the living room window. “See?”

Oh dear, he was bouncing in place again. Declyn took his mug so he wouldn’t spill it. “And why is that so exciting?”

“Because it’s snow! Winter is officially here! Isn’t that cool?” He winked to make it clear that was intentional.

Declyn walked away from the window to set the two entire drinks he was holding down on the kitchen table. “I don’t mean to give you the cold shoulder, Pat-” he peeked over his shoulder to watch his face light up at the pun- “but I just don’t see the appeal.”

Patton crossed his arms with a small pout, then immediately uncrossed them so he could gesture outside. “But it’s so pretty! And there’s so many fun things to do with it!”

“Ah yes, fun things. Like getting my shoes, socks and occasionally legs soaked in freezing cold water. Taking much longer than usual to drive anywhere because it’s compacted into ice all over the road. Not being able to walk under trees in case nature decides it’s time to kill me and dumps fifteen pounds of snow on my head. Truly this is the most wonderful time of the year.”

“But what about snowmen? And snow angels?? And snowball fights???”

He sighed. “I’d point out that all those things are for children, but I know you too well to think it matters. Still, though- any of those activities would just increase my chances of frostbite, as far as I’m concerned. You’re not getting me out of the house with ‘we can get ourselves completely covered in something you hate by lying down in it and then throwing it at each other,’ I don’t care how good you are at puppy-eyes.”

Patton was, in fact, making extremely good puppy eyes, and it did not, in fact, appear to be working. “Fine…” He was disappointed for a moment, but quickly had a thought that perked him up again. “But there are other things we can do to enjoy it, right? I bet I have an idea you’ll like!”

And, well, it was hard to argue with Patton for very long.

Ten minutes later, Declyn had to admit he didn’t hate this. The two had relocated to the front porch and were sitting together on the swing like some kind of sappy old couple, rocking gently. They were both dressed warmly, both in clothes that weren’t entirely their own, and there was a fluffy blanket wrapped around both their shoulders in case that wasn’t enough, and also because it was really cozy. They’d brought their coffee, although Declyn had swapped Patton’s out for hot chocolate while he’d been graciously pretending not to see. All in all, it wasn’t a bad way to sit and watch the snow come down.

It was still early. A few cars passed occasionally, but other than that all was quiet. On the horizon, the last vestiges of the sunrise were visible, pinks and reds and oranges bleeding together to make the grey clouds that covered the sky a little more cheerful. It was cold, too, but Declyn found he had little to complain about with his boyfriend beside him (and approximately six layers on). And… it really was very pretty, Patton was right. Just as long as it didn’t come anywhere near touching him.

“I knew you would like this,” Patton said softly, seeming to read his mind. He didn’t even sound smug, which was almost worse than if he had, because now Declyn couldn’t be annoyed that he was right.

He hummed into his coffee in response. Maybe he could be just a little bit annoyed. “It’s not completely terrible.”

Patton smiled fondly. “Not the worst thing ever after all?”

“Yes.” He set his coffee down on the porch railing, and once it was safely out of the way, pulled the side of the blanket around himself and snuggled into Patton’s side. “It was going to be much worse, but then you were here.”

“Awww,” Patton cooed. He already had an arm around Declyn, of course, so he simply turned towards him more and set his own mug down on the ground so he could cuddle him properly. “That’s so sweet.”

“I’m not sweet,” he tried to protest. It would have been more believable if he hadn’t said it while melting into Patton’s hands as the latter started playing with his hair. “I’m… intimidating.”

Patton chuckled. “Right, of course. I’m very intimidated.” He felt Declyn’s head fall against his shoulder and rested his own on top of it, cheek pressed into the fabric of Declyn’s warm wool hat. They were both quiet for a while before he sighed, “I love you.”

It was quiet a bit longer. Patton knew how hard it was for Declyn to be open about his feelings, even after so long, and it would be okay if he didn’t respond. The plain fact that he was here was proof enough that he felt the same, after all.

Still, he couldn’t ever deny that his heart went !!!!!!!!!! inside when Declyn smiled against his skin, pressed even closer as if telling a secret and whispered, “I love you, too.”

#sanders sides #sanders sides holiday month #moceit #sympathetic deceit #deceit sanders #patton sanders #my post #my writing

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im-no-jedi · 5 years

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I filled out some Guardian questions for my boys the other day, and they’re all in character! hopefully this will give you guys a better feel for what each of them act like c:

For Matt:

Where were you rezzed? My Ghost found me in the Cosmodrome, lying amongst a bunch of rusty old cars. I’m still wondering what I was doing there…

How long ago was it? About 5 years ago! A lot has happened since then too.

Did you have anything in your pockets? No, but I found a locket with a picture of a woman in it near where I was rezzed. I only just recently found it too. I don’t even know if it was mine or not. I wish I knew who the woman in the picture was…

What was your first week alive like? Very busy! I was excited to explore new worlds, but my ship lacked a warp drive, so I had to go searching in the Cosmodrome for one. That was… fun. And then once I got it, I ended up spending a little more time in the City to get more acquainted with the place.

How did you react to your new role as a Guardian? I was unsure I could do it at first, but when the Speaker told me about the Darkness, I knew that I had to do something to protect everyone in the City. The Traveler chose me for a reason. I feel like this is what I was always meant to be, you know? Is that weird?

Do you have any regrets? I… wish things didn’t go the way they did when we were going after Oryx. I feel like what happened to Isaac was my fault. Maybe if I had been smarter or stronger or whatever… I don’t know. I just feel responsible for it somehow.

How did you get your name? I don’t like to talk about it… but when I first tried out the Crucible, several of the other Guardians made fun of me after they saw how klutzy I was. They came and bullied me several times after that, calling me all sort of awful names. “Mat” was their favorite because of how often I fall on my face, I guess. Rocky stood up for me, which is how we first became friends, and he would always call me “Mat” too because he thought that’s what my name actually was. He didn’t know it was used to bully me. I finally gave up and just embraced the name because one, Matt is an actual name, and two, because I didn’t want to let those bullies be the ones to define who I was. If Rocky, my first real friend, wanted to know me as Matt, then that’s all that mattered. Also, I really do fall on my face a lot. And get stepped on. It’s fine.

Does your ghost have a name? Yes! His name is Willy. And I’m not going to dare talk about how he got that name; my own story is traumatizing enough.

What is your ghost like? He’s very friendly, very loud, and very charismatic. He reminds me a lot of Rocky, actually.

How do you feel about the last city and the vanguard? I love the City! Ever since I first came to it, it really felt like home. And the Vanguard are like family to me. Cayde welcomed me in like he’d known me his whole life when I first came to the City. Ikora inspires me to learn more about our world every day. And Zavala makes me want to be the best leader for my fireteam that I can be.

What’s your favorite place to go? Wherever my friends are!

Do you participate in strikes or the crucible? Yes, but only with my fireteam. I don’t think Rocky would let me even attempt either of those things without him, honestly.

How do you celebrate the holidays? For Crimson Days, Rocky and I pretty much spend all our time in the Crucible. For Festival of the Lost, I like dressing up and roleplaying as different people and creatures (last year, I was the Fanatic, and everyone said I mimicked his voice perfectly!). My favorite holiday is the Dawning; I love the beautiful snow and just spending time with my friends.

Who is your favorite NPC and who is your least favorite? Well uhh, my favorite is definitely Hawthorne because she… well she’s amazing in every way possible honestly, she’s smart and resilient and funny and dependable and really really pretty and she has a cool bird and oh geez am I rambling? Ehehe… And as for my least favorite, I don’t think I have one? I’m not really sure what to think of the Drifter; he comes across really friendly, but I don’t know how genuine he is. He didn’t seem too pleased when I got the Last Word either. But I’m not gonna worry about it.

Where do you sleep/call home? I stay in one of the rooms near the Hunter quarters. My old room was destroyed in the Red War, but I was able to recover most of my stuff. I like to collect artifacts and weapons from other species, as well as some stuff from the Golden Age. Cayde appreciates my collection, probably due to the fact that he has his own collection, but I organize my stuff waaaaaaaay better than he does.

Do you have any pets or companions? Rocky can behave like a pet sometimes… otherwise it’s just my Ghost. I spend a lot of time with Rocky’s kids, they seem to like me a lot. Especially Poofy. She and I get along the best. She likes it when I style her hair and clean her claws.

Does anyone live with you? Just my Ghost, although Rocky used to spend the night with me sometimes before he met Silfy.

How do you unwind or comfort yourself? I mostly like to spend time with my friends, but if I’m by myself? I’ll usually end up singing to pass the time. I like to dance too. I seem to do better on my feet when I’m dancing than if I’m doing… well anything else really.

What would truly break you? I have nightmares sometimes of my friends turning to the Darkness… I don’t ever want to think about something like that actually happening…

Most embarrassing moment? Probably the first time I met Hawthorne… I was a complete babbling mess and then tripped on a rock and smashed my face to boot. Willy couldn’t even heal me at the time either. I had a black eye for a week. I honestly don’t know why she even bothered talking to me anymore after that. She probably just felt sorry for me…

Any cherished memories? Meeting Rocky for the first time. And Isaac. And Hannah. And all my other friends. I’ve lived a really good life so far.

What was your highest and/or lowest point? My highest point would probably be when Rocky and I defeated Oryx. Which ironically came after my lowest point… when Isaac sacrificed himself for the rest of us. I secluded myself from everyone after that happened, even Rocky. I felt terrible. I told myself I would never do anything like that again, no matter what.

Views on the enemy races? I find them fascinating, but also acknowledge them as enemies. I respect the Fallen the most, and I wish more of them were like Silfy and her kids. I think we could live in peace with them if they wanted.

Which enemy race is your most/least favorite? I guess the Fallen would be my most favorite, and my least favorite is definitely the Taken. The idea that something could become totally consumed by Darkness like that… it’s terrifying.

For Rocky:

Where were you rezzed? uhh I don’t remember, I think it was on some moon? I’ll ask Mo later

How long ago was it? like 6 or 7 years ago

Did you have anything in your pockets? LOL I didn’t even have pockets!

What was your first week alive like? I had no idea what the frick I was doing

How did you react to your new role as a Guardian? I thought it was pretty sweet that I had all these powers and was super strong and stuff like that. not dying anymore was pretty cool too

Do you have any regrets? NO REGRETS MUTHAFRICKER

How did you get your name? people just started calling me Rocky cause it sounds like my real name, Roq, which you say like “rock”, so yeah it was a no brainer

Does your ghost have a name? her name is Mo! I don’t remember why I called her Mo, she just looks like a Mo

What is your ghost like? she’s super spunky and doesn’t take any crap. she likes to tell me what to do all the time. she’s great.

How do you feel about the last city and the vanguard? the city’s pretty cool, I guess. same with the vanguard. some people think I don’t like Ikora cause she’s boring, but dude, she’s still got the highest win streak in the Crucible, so I respect the heck outta her

What’s your favorite place to go? the crucible, duh! don’t care what map, just stick me in there, baby! (hehe)

Do you participate in strikes or the crucible? uhh YEAH!!!! I basically live in the crucible, and I go on strikes with my fireteam all the time. I’m a man of many talents~

How do you celebrate the holidays? crimson days is the best holiday EVER, I get to spend all day in the crucible with my best friend, what’s better than that? festival of the lost and the dawning are pretty cool too. I like putting on creepy masks for festival and throwing snowballs at people during the dawning. oh and eating Eva’s cookies!! oh man, now I’m hungry…

Who is your favorite NPC and who is your least favorite? what’s an NPC? is that a person? cause other than Matt and Silfy, my favorite person is Shaxx, duh. Saladin’s cool too. and my least favorite, uhh… I don’t like the way Asher talks to me, he makes me feel stupid

Where do you sleep/call home? got a nice little place near the Titan quarters. I had to get a new one after the Red War and then another one after Silfy and the kids moved in

Do you have any pets or companions? the kids are more like pets than actual kids right now. probably cause of the claws

Does anyone live with you? Mo, Silfy, and the three kids: Kiki, Kip, and Poofy

How do you unwind or comfort yourself? if I’m not duking it out in the Crucible, I go to the bar and get drinks with Shaxx and Cayde

What would truly break you? nothing can ever break me, wtf?? I got muscles for days, chump! or is this some kinda mental bullcrap, in which case, I still can’t be broken! nope! not even if all my friends were gone and I was the only person left alive! nnnnnope! just don’t… just don’t look at me ok DON’T LOOK AT ME

Most embarrassing moment? pfffft I don’t get embarrassed, I have NO shame, I literally went into the Crucible nude once, my dudes

Any cherished memories? the first time I won a Crucible match… oh man that was so sweet… and, you know, I guess meeting Matt was pretty cool too, since he was my first friend and everything

What was your highest and/or lowest point? highest point was helping Saladin take care of siva and him making me a friggin Iron Lord, baby!! and I don’t get low points ok, I’m always high (hehe). I mean yeah, I was pretty bummed when I found out Saint-14 was dead, just like stupid Isaac when he got himself killed trying to protect me and Matt, like seriously, isn’t the whole point of being a guardian is that you never die?? so why did they die?? it’s just dumb is what it is, it’s just dumb…

Views on the enemy races? I LOVE THE HIVE THEY’RE FRIGGIN SWEET. and of course, the Fallen are really cool, and the Taken are cool, and the Scorn are just AWESOME, man why do the bad guys have to be so cool?? yeah I’m not gonna hesitate to kill em whenever I get the chance but… can’t a guy appreciate a sweet lookin alien without being judged??

Which enemy race is your most/least favorite? I like Hive the best, but I gotta give props to the Fallen too cause you know, the whole I got a family of Fallen now thing. the ones I like the least are the Vex cause they’re just stupid robots, like it’s an insult to the rest of us robots who have brains and stuff. Vex have zappy milk goo in their bellies and think they’re all that cause they can time travel or whatever, well you know what I can do?? benchpress a cabal tank, that’s what I can do!! get on my level, Vex LOSERS!!!

For Isaac:

Where were you rezzed? The Dreaming City, in the former location of my father’s library of Awoken history.

How long ago was it? Over 200 years ago.

Did you have anything in your pockets? No.

What was your first week alive like? Nothing worth repeating.

How did you react to your new role as a Guardian? I thought it was pointless. I didn’t care about “saving the world” or whatever.

Do you have any regrets? No.

How did you get your name? The Speaker thought he was being clever by giving me a name that related to laughter since he had never heard me laugh before. He never actually did hear me laugh before he died.

Does your ghost have a name? His name is GG. Don’t ask what it stands for.

What is your ghost like? He’s very kind and dependable. He does what he’s told. He also can’t speak, all his communications are through beeps and other robotic noises. I don’t know why he has no voice. But I understand him perfectly. And he understands me. That’s all that matters.

How do you feel about the last city and the vanguard? I didn’t think much of the City when I first came to it. I still don’t, but I’m used to it now, and I call it my home, so… As for the Vanguard, Ikora and Zavala are the only ones I respect. Cayde is an idiot. I’m surprised it took him as long as it did to finally get himself killed.

What’s your favorite place to go? My personal secret library that only a few people are allowed into.

Do you participate in strikes or the crucible? I don’t care for the Crucible, nor am I allowed in it normally. Shaxx thinks that my methods are “unfair” to the other participants. I only participate during Crimson Days, and only with a select few. And by select few, I mean only Hannah and Fon. Don’t. Ask.

How do you celebrate the holidays? I don’t. But my friends force me into doing stuff with them anyway.

Who is your favorite NPC and who is your least favorite? Ikora is the one I trust the most. Toland is an absolute fool, and I’m going to physically drag him through the nine different layers of hell until he’s nothing but a bad memory to the rest of humanity.

Where do you sleep/call home? I live in my library.

Do you have any pets or companions? Only my Ghost.

Does anyone live with you? Again, only my Ghost.

How do you unwind or comfort yourself? I stay in my library. Alone. I also like to play the violin. Don’t even think about asking.

What would truly break you? If I had come back to life and found my library in shambles, I would’ve killed myself again.

Most embarrassing moment? Non-existent.

Any cherished memories? I… admit, it was… nice seeing that certain people were happy to see me alive again. And that Ikora hadn’t let anybody into my library after I was gone.

What was your highest and/or lowest point? I don’t like putting labels on things like that. My life has been playing out as intended.

Views on the enemy races? I don’t know why they insist on attacking humanity and the Traveler. It’s proven time and time again that it’s the most powerful force in the universe, so trying to kill or overtake it is a lost cause. Anyone who thinks the Darkness is more powerful than the Light is a fool.

Which enemy race is your most/least favorite? The Vex interest me the most. Osiris and I studied them a lot before he left the City. He’s been filling me in on what he’s learned in the Infinite Forest after I was brought back to this time period. All of the other races are pretty dumb. Especially the Cabal. They’re like an entire race of wrinkly, noseless Titans. It’s ridiculous.

#I... love... my boys...#:'DDD #OC: Matt #OC: Rocky #OC: Isaac #my OCs #DESTINY HOGWASH

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Star vs The Forces of Evil: Hidden Truth | Chapter 4: Hidden Truth

A couple days had passed since Janna, Star, and Marco’s exhibition through the Forest of Certain Death. Throughout the hike, nothing of importance (or creepiness) happened which seemed to disappoint Janna, but that didn’t stop her from aweing at the majesticness of Mewni Castle. The Queen and King weren’t too happy that Star had brought another human to stay in Mewni Castle, but they didn’t seem to put up much resistance. Instead they nagged Star about letting humans go through the Forest of Certain Death, mostly referring to Janna as Marco had proven himself as a capable fighter. But something was off with the forest, as if the whole thing was focusing on a fixed point, as if it was ignoring the teens. Star said that nothing of interest was in there, but certain whisperings and ruffles in the bushes caused by bunnies.. After some arguing between the royal family, the Queen and King let it go, and allowed Janna to stay in the Castle but only as a guest of Star.

A couple days had passed; nothing was happening, all except for one peculiar thing. Throughout the last few days, when Star walked around a specific point of the castle, her wand started to glow.

“Why do you think it’s like this? Is it going to explode?” Star joked.

“Naw. It’s pretty slick though.” Janna said, spreading her toes across the hallway.

When Marco first noticed it, he had a different response. “Whenever your wand glows, something bad starts happening. You should get it checked up.”

Some time passed and the glow had lost it’s charm. It had actually started to blink in her bedroom.

Janna, who had been sleeping in her room for the last few days, never seemed to mind, but for Star it was the last straw.

“I’m putting an end to this!”

Star jumped out of her bed. Tripping over every useless object and item of clothing that Janna and herself had left on the floor, she managed to find the door. Janna didn’t seem to have noticed and the blinking was starting to lessen as Star made her way down to her best friend’s room.

She slowly opened the creaking door, making sure not to wake anyone up. The night light of Mewni reflected the boy’s room, a room Star had made him as a perfect replica of his room on Earth. Star entered, her wand’s glow now fully extinguished. She sneakily walked next to the sleeping Marco and gave him a quick shake to wake him up. Once that didn’t work, she shook him to the best of her ability. Not only did this wake up the boy, but also freaked him out enough for him to fall of his bed.

He quickly stood back up in a karate pose assuming the worst. He let out a loud, “WHO'S THERE?!” before Star put her index finger up to his mouth. “Shhh, we need to be silent. We don’t want to wake up anyone else, especially my parents, because they-”

“Uhm, Star?”

“Yes?”

“I haven’t said a word for a good couple of seconds.”

Only then she realized she was still touching his lips. “Oh, sorry, I uhm.. Heh.” She nervously chuckled and created what she hoped to be a sincere smile to ease up the situation. It wasn’t. Marco, strangely, didn’t seem to mind that much. “Aaaaaanyway, this stupid glow of wand of mine has been bugging me for days and I wanna find out why.”

“Sounds good,” he nodded his head in agreement. “But why did you wake me up when you have Janna sleeping in your room?”

Star froze. That was a pretty good question. “Because, uhm… you’re Marco, hehe.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t explain anything.”

“Oh, come on. We always go on adventures together. Besides, Janna is… well, Janna. She always somehow manages to make weird comments that turn completely normal situations into awkward silence.”

Marco looked at Star's right hand. Star looked at her right hand. And to her dismay, she found it on Marco’s shoulder. How the heck did it get there? And when?!

“You mean like right now?”

“Shut up and help me.”

Marco pushed her pale arm away and questioned, “But Star, why are we doing this in the middle of the night?”

“Weeeell..” The princess started sheepishly “... After what happened with Toffee, my mom is still a little bit on edge. And the fact that Eclipsa escaped didn’t help the matter. If my mother even hears her name...”

A voice was heard from the other side of the hallway...

“WHO’S THERE?! SHOW YOURSELF!” The voice was a mixture of anger, fear and anxiety.

“Honey, why are you shouting at an empty hallway?”

“I heard Eclipsa. At least, I think I did.”

“Sweetheart, she isn’t here. For all we know she might not even be in Mewni anymore. Come back to bed, we can cuddle a little and then-” the voice disappeared after doors closed.

Star and Marco were both kneeling close to the room’s wall.

“You see?” whispered Star. “She wasn’t this scared even when Toffee was around. We need go.”

As the two teenagers trekked down the dark hallway, Star’s new wand glowed brighter than it had before. The two of them blocked their eyes from the glow, which proved to make walking in general rather hard. Marco, pretty annoyed by the situation, took off his hoodie, exposing himself to the night’s cold breeze, and wrapped it around the glowing wand. Marco’s gray shirt hugged his body tightly. As they walked, Star tried not to stare. Marco, on the other hand, seemed unfazed as he mostly seemed relieved that most of the blinding light was gone. An awkward silence started to creep onto both teens. This was the first time that Star and Marco have been by themselves in complete peace since the End Of School Party at the Diaz house. The tension between them was thick.

Star couldn’t help but think, “He knows.”

After a while it seemed Marco was going to say something, before he was interrupted by Star, “Oh thank Mewni we’re finally here!” An awkward chuckle escaped Marco’s mouth, “Yeah…” They walked into the tapestry filled room; the wand glowing brighter than ever before. Marco’s hoodie didn’t seem to be holding back the light as well now. After a bit of wandering, they passed by a specific tapestry which seemed to set off the wand, which abruptly let out a truly blinding spell. Luckily the two best friends noticed beforehand and covered their sensitive eyes. An explosion of light devoured the whole room, a room isolated enough from the rest of the castle, for no one else to seem to notice the glowing hell that just occurred. Marco hesitantly lowered his hand from his face. When he saw that the coast was clear, he lowered Star’s hand for her.

Star looked around the rather normal seeming room.

“Star?” Marco grabbed Star’s hand and pointed at the wall right behind them. A large silhouette of a framed picture hung over. The tapestry of an unrecognisable Queen of Mewni stood broken into pieces before them. Star looked around, she had never remembered there being a shattered tapestry, she didn’t remember there being a tapestry on that wall in the first place. Marco wandered in the dark, silent room, with what felt like vindictive eyes staring at him. “Who would guess that there was this whole artwork on this wall, and nobody ever noticed?” he thought.

After a bit of searching, Marco found two pathways leading to a dark abyss that he hadn’t seen when he first entered the room. “Star!” He yelled. She walked over and Marco explained, “Those weren’t in here when we walked in, right?”

Star contemplated Marco’s discovery and came to what she thought was a sensible solution. “There was obviously an obscuring spell here….” She looked at Marco with the eyes of a kid that had a new toy within its reach. Marco knew it would be pointless to argue with her. “Maybe….. one of them can explain that mysterious tapestry over there or the wand acting all weird…” Marco glanced at Star with a face of concern that the princess was very used to.

“Are you sure Star? I don’t even think these hallways have an end to them.” Star scoffed at the idea, stating, “Come on Diaz, every inch of this castle has been dissected, if this really was dangerous they would have blocked it off.” Marco let out a sigh of reluctant acceptance. “You’re the princess.” “Yes I am..” They both walked into their respective pathways letting the darkness of the hallways consume them.

Star POV

At first, all Star could see was an empty void, nothing growing, nothing moving. Occasionally, she felt the soft texture of moist moss under her boots. The endless darkness was disturbing to Star, but was also strangely soothing…. Like she could take a nap here and forget about her problems…. Forget about Eclipsa, Mewni,..... And Marco.

She obeyed the strange force of nature, and curled up into a ball on the floor. The darkness beckoned, it slithered towards her. She couldn’t do anything.

Then the screaming began.

Tendrils of colored smoke burst out of Star’s eyes, causing her to yell out in agony. The mist curled around her legs and arms, forcing her to stay put. Her eyes bulged with piercing pain, and a strange dream started to unfold around her.

She saw herself and Marco….. Happy? Holding hands…… That was normal for them. But Star could see the way she looked at Marco, with crushed eyes and amourae. That was normal as well. But something was different….. Marco was looking at her this way too! Was this…. A vision? Was she and Marco destined to be together?!

Star would have been pulsating in joy if she wasn’t being controlled by the mist.

But the dream went on, and quickly flipped through the months. The once happy couple started to deteriorate, the image crumbling into dust, replaced by both of them with a scowl on their faces, staring away from each other.

Star felt something rise in her gut….. Guilt. Was this how they would end? Whose fault was it…… Probably mine.

The dream continued, showing images of both Star and Marco getting older, and consequently further apart. Somewhere along the line, Marco disappeared entirely, leaving Star with a crown on her head. Her cheek marks were faded.

NO.

This isn’t how it’s going to happen.

I’ll make sure of it. I’ll be careful.

Star hesitated, as the dream and mist started washing away with the wind.

If we dare to start something…… Even knowing how it’ll end……

Wait, no…. No….. I can’t do this. I can’t do this to Marco and Jackie, I mean, look at them!

You know you want to.

No. I’ll…. I’ll stay his friend. I’ll be supporting. Maybe….. Maybe in the future. Maybe…..

I can’t stay like this. Not like whatever I am now, half of what I used to be. I need…. Marco.

I’ll have to risk it.

Star sighed, the mist unshackling her. The way out was clear, and a thick papery piece of the tapestry was on the floor, revealing the mysterious figure’s right side. She was obviously beautiful, with curly blond hair, not unlike Star’s. An imprint of a crown could be seen as well.

She stared up at the sky.

The first piece had been found.

Marco POV

Marco trekked on, unwielding and strong. He managed to resist the temptations of the mist, evercurling. Marco would swat away the tendrils as they marched towards him, keeping them at bay. However, it never really left, and only grew more intense.

“Great.” Marco muttered, ”First the wand, and now this?”

Marco could hear faint watery noises underneath, as the plit pat of puddles started to appear. Obviously this tunnel wasn’t well kept at all. However, the light of day was coming closer and closer, and Marco could see the faint imprint of a tapestry piece. Smiling, he momentarily lost focus, and the mist suddenly grappled his ankles.

Yelling out at the sudden touch, Marco tried to swat the mist away, in vain as the tendrils swam up his body, and dug at his head. He fell on the ground, trembling in fear.

The smoky mess started to form around him into two familiar figures: Him and Jackie. They sort of floated around each other, growing further and further apart. Marco watched in horror as Jackie and himself started yelling at each other, with it all culminating in Jackie throwing a brick at him and stomping off.

Was….. This the future of their relationship? It couldn’t be…. Right? What would possibly be strong enough to bring their perfect bond apart?

Star.

Marco froze in contemplation, his brain warring with itself.

No, she wouldn’t do this to me! She’s my friend, she understands how I feel!

Yeah right. Have I been even looking at her? She wants me, I’m sure. If she hadn’t burst out that she had a crush on me, everything would be fine. If she didn’t have a crush to begin with, everything would be perfect.

She can’t control that, and I know it.

And think about it…. Don’t you feel the same too?

Marco’s anger started to bubble up.

NO. NO. Jackie is my one and only. I’ve always had a crush on her. I don’t love Star… I don’t. I do NOT…. Agh. Me and Jackie belong together. If Star can’t figure that out……

I. Only. Like. Jackie.

The tendrils retreated, withering away, but never really leaving. However, it left a clear enough path for Marco to proceed into the light. The tapestry piece was hanging on the wall, showing the left side of the original tapestry. Marco could see the ornate contents, the crown, and most mysterious of all, the wand. It was held in her left fist, being held almost forcefully. It was deep blue in color, with the crystal appearing light purple in the shape of an orb, with a small sand clock inside. Burning Pheonix wings shutted out from the sides.

The second piece was found.

Both teens independently walked out of the pathways. Both ended up back in the tapestry room.

Silence.

“I found a piece…” Star exclaimed, breaking the silence. Marco didn’t respond but instead lifted his right arm showing her his piece of the tapestry. “Right…” Star started walking toward the mysterious, shattered picture, and Marco closely followed. Although they both held rather large chunks of the tapestry, it wasn’t enough to show its full picture. A sizable piece in the middle was missing; the tapestry wasn’t complete. Although the mystery of this tapestry wasn’t solved, both friends weren’t willing to investigate further, at least not now.

As they walked back to their rooms, as if to forget that the events of the night even happened, a metaphorical fog of guilt and tension crept in. The fog was thick, unnerving. The two of them used to be so open with each other, but it was obvious that there was something they were hiding from each other and from themselves, something that they didn’t want known, nor were willing to admit, or so they thought.

Star, trying to blow away the fog, asked Marco an inadvertently heavy question. “So...that hallway, huh?” she let out an awkward chuckle. Her attempt of alleviating tension only reinforced it. Marco was silent.

A million thoughts ran through his mind. “What am I doing? I left my girlfriend to stay with Star in another DIMENSION! Who am I kidding? NO! I LOVE JACKIE! ... What did she see? Should I address it? After so long… of chasing what seemed like an impossible dream, I have it, I have the perfect girlfriend.” The boy gazed over at Star who was staring forward as stiff as a board. She was beautiful, with her long blond hair…. A little like Jackie’s actually. She would look a lot like her if she cut her hair short.

“At least I thought…” After what felt like hours of contemplating to Marco, he blurted out a response. “Yeah...it was pretty wild?” Star knew that Marco wasn’t comfortable, she knew that whatever the boy saw had to do with her… and Jackie.

Star and Marco reached their respective bedrooms. They both knew that what happened tonight wasn’t going to be mentioned any time soon. They were aware of the conflict inside each of their heads, they read each other like a book. They knew more than what the other thought. They were best friends, nothing more, just friends. They…

They both learned an important lesson tonight. Whether they realized it or not. Faced with the worst of their fears. It was hard to believe they could overcome them…...

#star vs the forces of evil #fanfic #hidden truth #star butterfly #marco diaz #starco

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