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zardinthebrokenatlas · 1 year

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This is the first chapter to a book I've got posted elsewhere. It was originally requested 2 years ago but I liked it a lot and decided to make it a book :3

Today's been so boring.. I swear I'll die from just boredom. It's an annoying day. Nothing's happening here in the shop. No customers, no more of us 'tinies' being bought. I guess that's a good thing.. But the easiest way to escape is to be bought. This place is stupid. I wish I could just get out of here.. Not just myself but my distant pals. The ones on the shelves beside mine. Ging and Kila. They are my neighbors and my absolutely crazy friends. Though we may never meet face to face and only rely on voices, I'd say we like family. Always coming up with plans to get out of here and running free in the world again. Well. I guess that's all I have to write today. Time to sit around and wait for the place to close for the night.

~ logged on a day, sometime in the year. I don't give a crap.

I heaved a sigh, popped my journal into my small pack, and leaned against the back of the cage wall. Such a boring day. There were, like, three people that actually came to the shop today. They didn't even buy anything, instead, they just looked around. Why can't they just close now? Ain't nobody coming this late in the day.

Would it really matter if anyone did anyway? Sure, they'd look around and whatever, but it's so doubtful that anyone is going to buy scrawny little tiny people anymore unless it's for some stupid kid that'll pull you limb from limb because it thinks you're a flipping doll. What kind of psychopathic generation is being raised? Somebody needs to teach discipline.

My thoughts sure are productive today. Thinking about kids again. Just what I needed.

Slowly, I forced myself to stand and hobble over to the glass pane that let me stare out into the 'amazing' shop I was trapped in. I stopped directly in front of the clear wall, pressing my face up against it as if it proved how devastatingly bored I was.

I've lived here for about 11 months now and have grown completely neutral to this place. The employees find me as a 'handful' apparently. Probably because I've been bought and returned many, many times. It's definitely because of my strategy. Depending on the person that 'adopts' me, I refuse to talk or I'll talk to them all the time without shutting up. Course it's dangerous and I do indeed have scars from over-tempered people. It's so very easy to make people annoyed.

Though I would say I'm lucky to never have had to deal with a kid. So far, I haven't come up with any strategies for those vermin. I'd rather eat a rat leg than get trapped in a room with a kid.

Heaving another exaggerated sigh, I pulled my face away from the glass and tottered to my little endearing house. I dusted a pile of shavings to heap on one side of me before plopping down on the cold metal. Maybe I could attempt to draw again. I'm not great at it.. but practice makes perfect, right?

Hesitantly, I reached for my pack and pulled out my notebook. Sure. It was a journal, but I had nothing else to use. Plus, the semi-straight lines worked like a grid of sorts, and, just like that, I peeped my head out the front of my 'castle' and began to draw what I saw.

Though the drawings were absolutely horrific, I managed to get a shelf, the cashier, the rack next to the door, and a bit of the manager drawn before somebody walked in. Odd. A customer.

Closing my book and packing it away to safety, I glanced up at the clock. 6:55. Just about time to close and this.. weirdo decided to show up. Firstly, this guy wore those slick new 'airpod' things and extremely nice clothes, despite it being just a hoodie and jeans. His vibe was like one of those distinctive rich kids from the old t.v. reruns that played during lunch break.

Even though it made no difference, I scoffed at the college kid. It didn't really matter and I could've cared less, but for some reason, this guy ticked me off. Yet.. I did begin to wonder what that kind of person would want from such a junky store like this one. Maybe supplies or something.

Wrong. The next thing I knew, I was being taken away from my cage. To be fair, I should have been used to being handled by now, but no matter how much I've tried, I have just always hated it. Probably always will.

My struggle was cut short as I was dropped into a small cardboard box. Of course, it was one of those awfully shaped ones and had holes poked through the sides, but it was still an awful place to be. A shaky sigh left me as I tried to convince myself that they were just cleaning the cage or something but then the lid was reopened and another borrower like myself was roughly dropped in.

Our eyes met and I could tell we were both confused. This was the first time I'd ever been so close to another of my species. Well, at least since I was stowed away in this store.

It was a young teen boy like myself, but he had red hair, freckles, bright green eyes, and a decent-ish style of clothes.

"Who are you?" He asked. His voice quaked with fear, but I could still hear the familiarity in his voice. My 'neighbor' from the cage.. I could've easily been wrong, so I held back on calling him any name, instead, I inhaled a shaky breath.

"I'm Reb. Reb Hilk. Who are-" Before I could even finish the question, he had already practically flung himself at me to get a hug which I returned.

"It's me, Ging! I can't believe it's really you!! I never thought we'd ever see each other.." His voice cracked, taking me aback at his sudden vulnerability.

"Neither did I.."

The moment was interrupted as the box shifted roughly before being opened again. Two more tinies were put in. At first, I had figured that was all of us that were going to be taken, but pretty soon there were roughly eleven of us all together, huddling in groups. Most were terrified, but some were curious, looking out the holes.

A part of my protectiveness kicked in and I began to pace. This situation had suddenly become much more worrisome. Where were we going? Were more of us going to all get crammed together? There were too many questions and nowhere to get any answers. All I knew is that we had to stick together and figure it out, otherwise we might lose each other.

The movement continued, shifting from being abrupt to absolutely nothing. What was happening? Were we being bought? Was the store shutting down? Were we going to be.. exterminated?

I shook my head at the last awful thought. That couldn't have possibly been what was happening. Right..?

Another shaky sigh escaped my throat as I joined a small group that were huddled together and Ging followed suit. In all my years of living, I had never seen such fear-stricken faces. It panged my heart, but the only thing I could do was comfort. For the first time, I felt helpless.

In an attempt to locate where we were going, I glanced towards the holes. It didn't help much since the sun had set completely. Of course it had. Lovely.

Soon enough, after waiting in the dark for roughly twenty minutes, there was suddenly a lot of noise followed by a lot of movement. The box was lifted, a little too fast, and was carried somewhere else.

As if thinking the same thing, none of us made a single noise, allowing the fear levels to rise again. That's when it dawned on me. Kila, my other neighbor, wasn't with us. Was she not taken? Maybe that was a good thing..

Then, after what felt like an eternity, the box was set on a table of some sort and someone was messing with the box as if they had no idea how to open it. The tension rose and the silence became deafening. All I could do was hold my breath as the lid slowly fell open.

Instead of being met face to face with a trash can, like I previously thought, we were greeted by the college kid. My fear was replaced with a sudden stubbornness. I couldn't help but glare up at him. Of course, it was him. He just had to take us away from where we were and no man in their right thoughts would buy so many tinies for pets. He must've had some other plan. Something much worse.

Just as the guy reached his hand in to take some of us out, I quickly interfered by backhanding him as hard as I could on the finger. Surprisingly he backed off.

"Fuck off." I growled. The look he gave me was utterly pitiful, but I didn't care. Protectively, I stood my ground in front of my kind, as a defender.

There was such a cold silence I felt like I could hear the hair on my neck stand on end, but it didn't last long as someone else suddenly scooped the group up and out of the box from behind me. The fear seared through me as I spun around on my heels. It was such a swift motion, I tripped over my own legs.

"Hey-" My voice was cut off as my chest collided against the ground, knocking the breath out of me. I could hear Ging calling for me, but I couldn't seem to catch my breath before I also was lifted out of the box.

After I regained myself and thoughts in that small moment, I began to thrash around in the hands of my new captor. It was definitely the one who I just had a stare-down with.

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popitdontdropitwrites · 2 years

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"Mx. Sinister" Engineer/Medic - Chapter 10

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,

CW: Obsession/Obsessive behaviour

Dell strode in with about three overstuffed shopping bags in his arms. Joseph eyed them curiously, knowing full well that Dell had spoiled him. Seeing glistening, new products in his personal hell made of junk and rust brought him immeasurable joy. In the past few days, he had only felt anger, misery and sheer, terrible boredom. Just a week before he had been thinking books under the evening sun, hot coffee with Misha and late nights with a head full of ideas and a pencil in hand. Now, only the thought of escape thrived. It invaded his mind in the quiet moments when Dell was nowhere to be seen and all had gone quiet on the farm. He convinced himself that he would eventually find a way out, if he just waited. He only feared that he would be waiting forever.

The sound of Dell’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “Don’t laugh but there’s more.” He chuckled nervously as he set the bags down. “I got a lil’ carried away.”

Joseph faked a smile. “I can tell.”

“I’ll bring it all in. Feel free to start diggin’ through it if ya want.” The Texan said, popping out of the room for a moment.

Joseph took the offer. He grabbed the one closest to him and rummaged through it. The first bag was full of clothes, which were all – by some miracle – his style. He picked through them more closely, looking as to which one he liked the most. He cracked a genuine smile as he found himself unable to decide. Dell had catered for his tastes far more closely than he ever could. He only wished that he had somewhere to go out to and someone to impress. He could wear just about anything and have Dell swooning over him. …Though he supposed that dressing nicely would keep him sane.

Dell came back in, holding two more bags in one hand and a pillow in the other.

“I’m impressed. There is not a single thing I dislike in here.”

“That’s what I was hopin’ to hear.” Dell grinned gleefully.

He put the clothes back into the bag to be washed before moving on to the next. Inside was a vast collection of different books. Most were by his favourite authors and thankfully, many he had not read yet. Some were unknown to him entirely and it made him wonder if they were suggestions from Dell. He could not see the stout man as an avid reader, but given how intelligent he was, it was entirely possible. He found some pens, pencils, and a journal right at the bottom of the bag, his clock in this timeless world. He unpacked each book and put them on his bed for now. He would make some room for them later. He was certain something in this godforsaken room could serve as a bookcase.

“So?” Dell asked, seemingly unable to control himself. He was fidgeting like a nervous schoolgirl with a crush.

“You made some very good choices, Dell. I should be impressed but I am also horrified that you know enough about my taste in literature to recommend me books.”

“I’ve had a lot of time to really narrow it down for ya.” Dell said. “You’ll love ‘em.”

“I’m sure I will.”

Wordlessly, Dell handed him the next bag. He took it, only briefly meeting his silver eyes. They reminded him of the thick, colourful seas of clouds seen on cold overcast mornings.

This bag contained toiletries and hygiene products – all of which were high quality. He browsed through soaps, scented candles, razors, aftershave, creams, balms, combs, shampoos and various others. It seemed to be bottomless. He unloaded the bag and scowled when he saw what was stashed right at the bottom.

Reluctantly, he picked up the tub of lube, unsettled by the mere prospect. “Did you buy this for yourself?” He asked, showing it to the stout man.

Dell turned bright red and immediately averted his gaze. “Naw… It’s uh… I got it for ya.” He sputtered out. “I-I thought you might need it. Y’know what it’s like when ya can’t uh… get release or nothin’.” He chuckled nervously. “Last thing I want is for ya to get all tense all by yourself in here.”

“I don’t want it.” He said.

“Don’t be shy about it, you and I both know that you’ll need it.” Dell shook his head.

Joseph was the one to turn red this time. His eyes widened and his heart fluttered, simultaneously embarrassed and furious. He shamefully put it with everything else, convincing himself that it was better to have it than go mad without it.

Dell bit his lip, averting his eyes. “There’s… a lil’ more in there for ya.”

He glared at Dell before daring to take a look. The worst was yet to come. Sinful instruments had been hidden from view and had been seemingly chosen with his taste. They were all in designs and colours he preferred. Looking closer, he noted how only the best had been selected, no matter the price. Though it disturbed him, it relieved him to think that there was no risk of boredom now.

“You were thorough.” He said, the words sounding almost laudatory, if not for the fearful inflection in his tone.

“I… I y-yeah. I wanted to make sure you’d be real snug and happy in here.” He explained.

“I appreciate the effort, even despite how much it disturbs me.” Joseph put everything away, making a mental note to sort it out later. “I suppose I’m attempting to thank you, as twisted as it sounds.”

Dell grinned from ear to ear, hungrily devouring even that slight praise. “It’s no trouble, Joseph.” He exclaimed gleefully. “Anytime ya want anythin’ jus’ ask.”

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Hours passed him by with surprising ease. Joseph found himself entrapped in the claws of a thrilling novel and unable to escape. He had been curious about the stout man’s suggestion and found himself utterly engrossed in it. It was everything he wanted in a book and more. He simply couldn’t put it down. The thunderous sound of tools and vibrations through the walls didn’t even register with him as his mind read every word. He pulled the blankets up, surrounding himself with comfort and warmth as he took it all in. It was all too fascinating to devote even a single second to the outside world. He read quickly, not out of a desire to finish it as soon as possible, but to see more and more of the story unfurl.

Before long, the whirr of equipment ceased entirely, and the door opened with a creak soon after. “All done.” Dell peered in. “It’s safe for ya to come out now.”

The mere prospect of fresh air and sunlight was enough for him to excitedly shut the book he had been obsessing over for the past few hours. He wriggled out of his cocoon of blankets and approached Dell, who outstretched an arm to him. He refused to take it and joined him outside, cautious of the machine in the grass. He waited for the little red warning light to flicker, but true to the engineer’s word, the device in the grass did not respond to him.

He looked up to the sky and stretched out, the warmth from the evening sun kissing his skin and his clothes. The gentle breeze in his hair made him realise just how much he missed it. Even if he was merely in a cage with glass walls now, it was a step closer to freedom. He savoured it for a moment, allowing the relief and temporary bliss to smother his every thought.

“Ya couldn’t ask for better weather, I reckon.” Dell commented, standing beside him.

The seemingly endless cornfield ahead danced and swayed in the breeze, appearing golden under the sun. A rustic, yet beautiful country house stood nearby, its windows facing the field, as if watching over it. He longed to stay within its warm walls, relax in proper furniture, take in the delicious smells of the kitchen just before supper and most of all, he wanted to feel human.

“If it were any more perfect, I would have to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming.”

The Texan’s eyes locked with his for a few seconds too long. “Y’know, you’re lookin’ as pretty as a peach out here.”

“I can’t imagine that rickety old light being very flattering.” He joked, brushing the compliment off.

“Pah, you’re always stunnin’, Joseph.” He leant in, his eyes lighting up with the burning, predatory desire to kiss him. “Always.”

Joseph pulled away from him and cleared his throat, asserting his discomfort. “Would you mind granting me some time alone? I would much rather shower without you watching me for once.”

“Can do, partner. Towels are hangin’ on the rack for ya.”

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moreyouread · 23 days

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The Book you wish your parents read

Parental legacy

We don’t want to pass down generational mistakes in raising our children.

1. recognize your triggers.

2. identify where the emotions are coming from, often something from your own childhood. Is it truly only from the present situation, or are you projecting emotions from other situations onto this one?

3. Repair the relationship when ruptures happen by apologizing to your children so they don’t misunderstand or even blame themselves for something you’ve done wrong.

Examples

- Wanting a break every second of the day from your child means they may be triggering emotions you felt when you were that age. Your child needs love, warmth, and respect when they’re awake not just asleep

- Inner voice critiques and tells you you’re not good enough

- Don’t label your children or yourself. Your child won’t be able to escape the label. Call out positive behaviors and efforts.

Child’s environment

Arguing creates an insecure environment for children.

To argue well, use I statements and focus on solutions instead of winning. Embrace your vulnerability. Reflect don’t react. Don’t assume intent of other.

Be honest with yourself about your emotions so you can process them and not project elsewhere.

Respond to your spouses’ bids for connection and affection. Make sure old disagreements don’t build resentment.

Feelings

Validate your children’s feelings and help them learn to deal with them or even just identify the feeling. Bad coping includes:

- overreacting, by making a sad parent another problem

- dismissing / repressing

Be a calm container for their feelings

Parental guilt is not productive unless it changes the situation.

Do not distract from their emotions. It’s manipulative. Leave for work without being overdramatic and sneaking out. Just say “you’re sad that mom is leaving for work. I’ll be back by dinner time.”

Foundation

Believe the positive things in your baby as early as pregnancy. Believing in your child even early on lays the foundation for their security and confidence

Facilitators (go with baby schedule) vs regulator (create a schedule) parenting: regulators feel more threatened by becoming parents than facilitators

How you respond to baby cries affects their attachment style. They need to feel related to and not a task to be delegated, to be a priority in your life even early on. You may feel lonely if parent friends are on a different spectrum than you

Post-natal depression requires us to find social connection to feel not alone in the struggle (and avoid feeling superior or inferior to others), and seek professional help no matter how little or too much your symptoms are. 10-15% of women and 10% of men experience it. It can tie back to an experience from when you were a baby.

Mental Health

Everything is about dialogue, respecting your child and listening / observing to them. Allow them to change you

Kids are clingy and seek negative attention when we don’t make them feel cared for. We should sleep nudge not train

Nudging means helping them when they’re helpless or allowing them self agency when they can do it.

Never interrupt their play! It’s their brain growing. Allow play with all ages and help them get into it before letting them play alone. Boredom sparks creativity.

Behavior is communication

We shouldn’t define inconvenient behavior as bad behavior.

Kids mimic your behavior. If you’re trying to manipulate others always then they will too.

Invest upfront to avoid negative behavior by:

- understanding and validating how they might be feeling in words

- ask them to ask for attention instead

- be collaborative. “I want you to tidy the room and you don’t want to. How might we get it tidy?”

- don’t retaliate or give into what the child wants in a tantrum but be sympathetic to it. Say things calmly like “I have to leave now since you’re disturbing other people.”

Not understanding the feelings children trigger in us or our children can lead us to get stuck in our relationship with them.

Don’t lie to your kids.

Kids lie to avoid punishment, because they see you do it, to create privacy for themselves, to speak emotional truth. Instead find out what’s behind the lie, talk through it, and don’t overreact.

Set boundaries calmly, keep them, make them about you, even if it’s a selfish reason. Kids can’t argue with how you feel. They can argue with facts.

For teens, define the problem, the feelings behind the problem, and brainstorm solutions. In addition, see things from their POV to repair ruptures.

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mistressofthecubicle · 1 year

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Dragon

Horace was a dragon, okay not really. He was just a normal guy. A middle-aged short, balding one with ill-fitting suits who suffered from constant post-nasal sinus drip due to low level allergies. But he did wish that he was a dragon. Especially every day as he sat in his cubicle listening to the monotony around him and breathing in the stale office air.

It was enough to drive a man to distraction. Horace was a good, self-motivated hard working employee, but he had the sneaking suspicion that something was lacking. Maybe a window, or a door or a way out? Eight hours a day at work, five days a week. He was loyal to a fault, but he also found himself wanting to escape, to change it up. Everyday it was the same old thing. Sit in the gray cubicle, answer phones and emails, put out proverbial fires.

Nothing changed, everything dragged forward at a single solitary pace of boredom marching on forever until that fateful day when he would eventually die. It was all way more than he could handle. That’s probably why he’d started taking the pills in the first place. He’d seen the ad on one of the sites that he frequented.

Dragonlovers.com. He wanted to ignore the ad but the more he thought of it, the more it seemed like a good idea.“Take these pills and have the strength, speed, and endurance of a dragon.” He knew it was all hype, but he’d wanted more energy. He wasn’t one for drinking coffee or energy drinks, so the pills had been the right choice for him. He’d gotten them a few weeks ago, a three month supply, extravagant considering how much money he brought home, but he wanted to do something about his energy levels. He hadn’t noticed much of a change as of yet.

But the sixty day money back guarantee wasn’t even close to being up. He still had nearly thirty days to request a refund. He walked into his office this morning, not feeling any different and wishing that he were free. His cubicle reached out to embrace him once again with her cold gray fabric dividing walls. His neighbors said their grunted hellos as he passed. “Why do I keep coming here?” He asked himself as he sat down at his desk and prepared to work.

The trite phrase "Another day another dollar" running it’s canned repetition through his brain as the answer to his question. “Damn!” He swore under his breath. He could already feel his energy draining away and it was only nine in the morning. Maybe it was a good thing that he’d brought his energy pills with him today.

He pulled them out of his pocket. He’d already had one this morning, but he didn’t know how he could make it through the rest of his day otherwise. He had the bottle on his desk and had just returned from the water fountain with a glass of water when his boss sauntered over. “Listen, Horace, you need to get a better handle on your workload. We're going to let a few people go, it’d be a shame…blah blah blah.”

Horace sat quietly listening with a false calm on his face. The ever-tightening grip on his glass the only outward indication of his inner turmoil, as his boss grated against his last nerve with his banal yet self-serving diatribe of “I’m here to boost your morale, but really your work output” speech.

It was the same old spiel, and Horace was used to it. If his boss had been telling the truth every time about the rumors of letting someone go, there would've been no employees left in the entire company. His manager finally ran out of steam for his self-aggrandizing and you can do better than this comments, and had wandered off to harass someone else with his hollow threats in his vain and entirely misplaced attempt to improve production.

Horace sat back down at his desk. He stared at his monitor. It seemed to be humming happily. The tune it hummed was vaguely reminiscent of the song the dwarves sang as they headed off to work in the mines. He chuckled at the inappropriately positive reaction to the negative situation he found himself in. The overwhelming depression of a much hated job pressed in on him and the walls of his cubicle closed around him.

He saw the bottle on his desk and in desperation, he decided to take more than one pill this time. It was recommended that he only take two a day in total, but he didn’t give a fuck, so he poured out a handful, and placed them in his mouth, and downed the entire glass of water to wash it all down. Then he started to work. At first to his utter disappointment there was no perceptible change. But after about twenty minutes of working on the repetitive, non-essential tasks he started to feel edgy and hard.

He became more and more resentful. His internal monologue started up full force. “Do this shitty job Horace! Don’t complain, just be a good little worker bee." He started to internalize all the vapid emails, and his desire to respond in an un-professional derogatory manner grew. He was almost pounding out his responses to emails.

His body temperature was rising, he felt hot. He reached up and loosened his tie. His hands came away with perspiration on them. He felt hot. Hot and angry, and oh so fed up. His cubicle appeared to be shrinking around him and although he knew that it was most likely a reaction to the pills he found that he didn’t care.

“Why the hell do I have to sit in this stupid box anyway?" It was ridiculous. The grey walls taunted him and he wished that somehow he was a dragon. That way he could simply burn them down, or knock them over. He stood up trying to stretch a bit as he was feeling penned in and claustrophobic. It didn’t help.

When did his cubicle get so small? Had they switched the walls on him? Was his boss stealing floor space away from him? He still couldn’t see over the top of them but he could touch the walls with his arms spread, something he was sure he'd not been able to do previously. Somehow the sensation of touching them drove him insane.

A violent urge rose up inside him from around his lungs and forced it's way up toward his eyes and his outer appendages. These walls would no longer hold him. He was pushing against them. He was now taller and stronger and his arms had morphed into reptilian arms. He pushed a moment more and one of his cubicle walls tumbled down into a walkway with a loud clatter, sending dust and debris in a radiating pattern from the site of impact.

Horace immediately breathed out fire onto it, burning it to a crisp. He smiled his evil dragon smile. “Very nice!” Next the other two walls. They were joined to the other cubicles and despite his pushing they didn’t topple over as he’d predicted. That didn't matter. He would burn them with his dragon breath instead. He opened his jaws and blew fire out of his gaping maw.

The remaining walls of the cubicle went up in flames of blue and red. The flames were sparkling and erotically intense. Horace was elated, he was a dragon laying waste to his office. The place he hated most. He moved about the office, his scaly skin and wings brushing against the cubicle walls. As he ventured forth, he either toppled walls or burned them. He towered over all the poor humans who simply stared up at him in stunned silence, or ran to get out of his way. Someone must’ve called the knights though. Horace wished that he’d thought to destroy the communications center before they had.

When the police and fire department finally arrived, they found all of the employees outside the office animatedly discussing how Horace had gone completely nuts. The firemen went in sporting their gear, but they were wholly unprepared for what greeted them.

They found Horace, apparently unaffected by the smoke and fire around him. He was growling and running around the office. He had a lighter in one hand with which he was lighting the office furniture. For such a little man they were surprised at all the damage he’d caused.

It wasn’t easy to restrain him at first as he kept snapping and lashing out at them. Finally with a taser they were able to subdue him. One of the firemen looked at the other one and said over the radio; “This one’s going straight to the loony bin.” To which Horace replied with his smoke roughened voice. “Stupid humans, you will bow before the great and terrible dragon king, or I’ll burn you where you stand.”

After a few more moments of struggling even though he'd been stunned by the taser, he meekly allowed them to take him away. He would bide his time, and they would eventually burn for he was a Dragon, destroyer of worlds and cubicle prisons.

#my writing

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allinlist · 1 year

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Top 10 Things To Do When You Still Feel Bored During The Holiday Season

During these days, there are people that still feel boredom. In fact, it is considered as a real torture for these people because it slowly kills their time. From spending a bit of their time laying down their bed while waiting for the eve, until they realized that they almost spend their so much time staying still. Usually, the main reason of boredom is being stuck at home without doing anything and just waiting for the visitors or the eve to come. According to a reliable source, people feel bored once they stop doing something they love to do. "What time is it?" The usual line of people that are feeling bored and are not interested in anything. It seems like they always want to make time in the clock appear faster than its usual ticking, for them to start another day with a new routine that would take them away from being bored.

Boredom is a natural feeling for all people. There comes a time that you will feel it, but it depends on you on how you will handle it. Good news! You can do something to avoid being bored. Just reflect to yourself because the cure of this torture is within you. Try to think about your interests, and then apply it to actions using your creative mind and your skillful hands. Once you made it, a round of applause is given to you as you successfully escaped the state of being bored.

If you want to be free from boredom, these ten things listed below will definitely help you to have a productive and a happy day!

1. Exploring things that you haven't tried before - As stated above, you feel bored because there is no something new about a certain thing. You already mastered it, that's why you stopped from learning. If you will try to adjust and make an effort to try another activity, you will surely be challenged and have a determination to continue that certain thing until you become an expert in this. Once you already mastered a particular activity, you should also try another one which is fully different from the first one. That is the truth behind a person's learning.

2. Having a small group of friends with you - Being alone is sometimes boring. Yes, it is not questionable that you need time for yourself but socializing is also a must! Trying to be with your close friends or relatives will definitely make your day a memorable one because you're not just there waiting, you are waiting for the party to begin but with your family, you are also making a strong bond with each of your twin hearts.

3. Listening to music - If there is no one beside you in times of boredom, music always got your back. It can be a good company whenever you feel bored. Just plug in your earphones and click the play button, then you will have an instant story-teller which will put your mind at peace.

4. Reading books - One of the great traditional things that you should do when you are feeling bored is reading books. It will not just help you to pass time. It will also allow you to discover new things that you didn't know before. Just be wise enough in finding the kind of book that you will read. Make sure that it has significant content that you should learn after reading it.

5. Watching videos online - One of the trends in the current situation is watching videos, particularly Korean-dramas. Teens nowadays went crazy because of their so-called "Oppas" or older brother. But if you are not fond of watching this kind of drama, you can have different kinds of the movie in the Netflix wherein popular movies with different genres are located. Just a friendly reminder, it is better to choose videos with a good story and a moral lesson.

6. Exercising - Among all of the choices in the selection, exercising is the healthiest thing to do when you are bored. It allows you to release the energy stored within your body and if continuously done, you will have a desirable body that the majority of the people wishes for. What are you waiting for? Go now to the nearest gymnasium and make it a habit!

7. Going out for shopping - Feeling bored? Why don't you get out of your house and do some last minute shopping? Sometimes, all you need to avoid boredom is through going out even by just yourself with the last things that you want. Go to the nearest shopping malls and buy what you want to buy. Spoil yourself with your favorite stuffs or someone you want to surprise. In this way, you will forget how it feeling of being bored.

8. Taking a bath - If you want to pass the time quickly, taking a long shower is the answer! It will help you to feel fresh and give you a relaxing sensation while doing this activity.

9. Cooking a new recipe - Nowadays, ordering food from fast food chains or restaurant already became a habit. Say no to this practice! Instead of buying food, why not try to make your own recipe? Search for a mouthwatering recipe and prepare all the things needed. In this way, you will learn something new to be proud of!

10. Playing video games - This activity will only be good if you will use it as a past-time. It is not bad to play video games as long as it would not affect your performance. Do not let it bring you down! And always think that video games are made for entertainment purposes only, not as a part of your everyday life

Boredom is a really tough feeling that is hard to beat, but if you will do your best to fight against it, you will actually win without difficulty. It only matters with the way you treat it. Try to figure out your interests because it is the solution to this challenge. Most importantly, try to engage yourself with several activities which will allow you to be active before the Christmas Eve arrived. At the end of the night, you can utter to yourself, "What a long productive night!".

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obscuredseclusion · 1 year

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Toying around with a knife out of boredom, throwing in the archery target board and these noises, including sharpening the edge were annoying the hell out of you. Despite that I did that in my own private space, eventually you enter through the door to confront me saying that it’s no wonder, that I am more frequently bored during these days according to your impressions. Because in your eyes productivity defines everything there is, can’t I ever catch a damn break or be allowed solitude?

I took my chances recently and what did you do? You can’t handle truth and call me disrespectful if I tell you my impressions, and only harsh words followed and unlike you my tone wasn’t raised. I rather know appetite by skipping dinner then to be in the same confined space as you, but oh well nothing new here.

Later on I held the knife against my heart and throat, the cold steel was in its own way rather comforting, yet here I am again one impulse away from it all unable to go through with it. It would destroy you, to find me later as you go to bed in a red puddle of my own making, I am so tired of constant arguments and being drained from meaningless and forced chatter. It’s sad just because things seem to change for you, which somehow bring about the toxicity which you had embodied for all this time, and couldn’t admit that until it culminated to a certain threshold.

Telling me that I am a good for nothing, thanks for the very friendly reminder I know that far better then you do no? Dealing with the frustrations a rather underdeveloped parent is soul sickening, being reminded again in a toxic way that they provided for you. I mean how can you even say that when this has also been the other way around? Don’t even get me started about being so unskilled digitally, I think this house no perhaps this environment in general, is going to be the death of me eventually. Which is funny because this idea stems from long ago, and what have I been able to change about it?

Going to operate in full ignore mode from now on, even though yesterday you were intimidated by my silence and that also fueled your frustrations. You want me to communicate but I can’t do that with you, it’s not like you even have the slightest clue what I am trying to say it just simply escapes you. Just because we are blood related you think you know all there is to me as a person. Parents are never going to listen to their children, even when they themselves know it when they are essentially in the wrong. Because any word of retaliation is immediately interpreted as a sign of disrespect/ being ungrateful etc.

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swaggermagazinesblog · 2 years

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honeyabyss · 3 years

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Mc falling asleep next to them

Lucifer:

he had been working nonstop for hours now and the pile of yet to be read and signed documents wasn't getting any smaller

you had been sitting in his study silently working on your own assignments, that was until you've finished them about an hour ago

pacing his room in boredom and looking at the stuff he keeps in his closets (mostly books, records and demonus)

"Could you stop wandering around, you're irritating me!" Lucifer is stressed, annoyed, etc and your sighs, constant footsteps and opening and closing of closet doors, didn't help him to concentrate

you could have left the room and found something else to do, but you were determined to spend some time with him, as the evening work hours are quite literally the only hours where you can be alone with him

so instead you seeked permission for putting on a record to have at least some entertainment, which was both a good and a bad choice at the same time

yes you had something to enjoy and relax to, but the relaxing part worked a little bit too well

after a good ten minutes you were sleeping peacefully, stretched out all over his sofa with no care in the world

"I'm going to take a small break and get some coffee. Do you want something as well?" Lucifer asked only to be met with silence, which he didn't appreciate

he was about scold you for being rude, when his gaze fell on your sleeping form and the words seemed stuck in his throat

how could you sleep so peacefully right next to one of the strongest demons of hell, he honestly didn't know if he was pleased you found comfort in his presence or if he should be annoyed that you don't take him serious enough

nonetheless you seemed to have a good sleep and as this is often near impossible in the House of Lamentation, he decided to let you sleep

he got himself his coffee and once back in his study he moved his workplace to the small coffee table and took a seat next to you on the sofa

he adjusted your form so you weren't hanging half of the edge and put his coat over your sleeping form for some warmth

"Foolish little lamb, letting your guard down in a house of wolves, good thing I'm here to protect you..."

Mammon:

"And then I, the Great Mammon, made an action movie worthy escape and totally didn't run away in a panic, because Lucifer was chasing me..."

he had been telling you how exactly he got into the situation of hanging from the ceiling once again, as you've tried as careful as possible to cut him free, which was harder then expected with the way he kept moving around

once finally free, he dropped onto the ground, whining about the rope burns he got basically all over his body, though demons heal quicker, it still wasn't a nice feeling

with a sigh you offered him your hand and pulled him up and away to your room to give him some of the salve Satan had made you the last time you had accidentally cut yourself while cooking

you sat a flustered Mammon onto your bed while you went ahead and searched through your bathroom cabinets that were filled with products Asmo had gifted you, when you finally found it you asked Mammon to hold still while you put some salve onto his burned skin

"W-what?! N-no way! I don't need your help, I can do that on my own!" and with that Mammon stormed away with your salve and locked himself into your bathroom

you knew better then to argue at this point, Mammon would do what Mammon wants to do...until he fails and seeks protection behind your back...

be it because he is embarrassed, doesn't know how to open the salve tube, or because there were so many rope burns...but Mammon took quite long to apply the crème, leaving you to wait for him for at least half an hour now

helping out Mammon can become quite tiring, not that you mind helping him or don't like being around him, but a nap sounds nice right now

and so you lay down in your bed, it is after all your room, and just because Mammon is currently camping out in your bathroom, doesn't mean that you can't take a nap

Mammon comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he probably needed a few more minutes to build up courage to face and thank you, but he is met with the sight of you sleeping on your bed

Mammons brain is working overdrive, trying to figure out if he should leave the room quietly, wake you up or stay and watch over you...then again he doesn't want to be seen as a creep by you, but he can't deny that he would like to stay with you

he carefully climbs into bed and pushes you a bit further in so you sleep on the wall side and don't fall off in case you move, it takes five more minutes until Mammon risks putting his arm around you all while holding his breath in anticipation of your rejection, when none comes he settles a little closer to you and falls asleep as well

"Don't worry my human, the Great Mammon is gonna keep you warm and protected in your sleep!"

Bonus: even though you two fall asleep next to each other with only Mammons arm wrapped around you, expect him to wake up on top of you holding you like your his pillow

Leviathan:

it was 5am and Levi and you were currently waiting in line in front of a shop to get your hands on a new limited edition Ruri-Chan figurine

surprisingly enough even though you turned up quite early, there were a good amount of people in front of you

the shop would only open a 9am so you still had a long time to queue in the coldness of the devildom morning

"Ah that is not fair! We planned everything so carefully, it was the perfect timing, why aren't we first in line?" Levi complained while standing on his tiptoes to be able to see and count the demons in front of him, coming to the conclusion that if everyone were to buy one figurine he'd still be able to buy one for himself...and whatever you might want

you weren't the happiest when he told you about his plan a few weeks prior and getting woken up this early you might have been a little slower than usual in getting yourself ready, now that you were here you couldn't help but feel a little guilty

you tried to cheer Levi up with the argument that if you were longer in line that also meant you could spend more time together, which resulted in Levi turning into a blushing but happy mess

you put down the blanket you've brought and made yourself comfortable on it, Levi joining you but looking a bit stiff from the closeness

you ate a breakfast consisting out of sandwiches made with whatever was left after Beels midnight snack, which wasn't much but better than nothing

afterwards as there was still a lot of time to pass you started to play some games on his Switch, trying to stay awake

the emphasis lies on 'trying', because after 2 hours or so you start to fall asleep, eyelids and limbs heavy, you don't have the energy left in you to fight the sleep and so you nod off, your head falling onto Levis shoulder who had been inching closer over the period of time...to be able to better see the Switch display not to be closer to you...

Levi.exe has stopped working

there he sits red as a tomato with Mc sleeping on his shoulder, the queue in front of him starts to pack up and move as the shop gets ready to open up, his Switch display is showing the game over screen, his mind feels fogged over and he has no idea how to react now

Mc just fell asleep and Levi feels guilty to wake them...but they have to move...

"H-hey Mc? T-the line i-is moving? Wake up....please..." his attempts are way to quiet for you to hear and even as he gently shakes your shoulder you do not wake, leaving Levi quiet in a dilemma

"N-no other choice..." he says as he packs up the stuff alone, leaving only you sitting on the cold floor...he can't just leave you here..

Levi turns into his demon form, his hands shaking and eyes flitting across your from and over the crowd of other demons, before he carefully lifts you into his arm, his tail wrapping around you as well for more stabilization, so he has one hand free to carry his shopping bag later

he never bought something faster than that day, he got his figurine and even bought you some anime merch he knew you had stated to like, all while feeling like he was running the worst fever of his life and receiving stares, giggles and smug smiles from way too may people, that was enough attention for at least a century for Levi...but he did like holding you in his arms

"This is not fair! I have to deal with all the embarrassment while you sleep...but I guess it's okay if it's for you..."

Satan:

Satans last anger fit had caused way more damage than usually, it had taken place in the library when Mammon had tried to steal a very rare book about spells, to sell it after he found out how rare it actually is...now that lead to Satan throwing down and emptying almost all bookshelves and kicking Mammon through the room

While Mammon was strung upside down from the ceiling, Satan was forced to clean up the library alone, but you had pity on him as there were quite a lot to clean up, if Lucifer doesn't find out you helped there will be no consequences

Satans opinion about you helping was split, first of all he was really thankful for the help even though he was at fault for the chaos, having to clean up all alone was a bit much, but on second thought Satan was worried that you tried to go against Lucifers orders, he's proud of you for defying his eldest brother but also feels like it's a stupid idea

but you have made your mind up and so while Satan repairs and stands up the shelves, you begin to put the books in, you might not know the exact way they stood like Satan, but for now getting them off the floor is the priority

there aren't many words spoken as you silently work away, only once in a while you point out a book which got a bit more damage, the cover hanging off loosely or a few pages ripped out, you two decide depending on the damage if it can be fixed or not

every now and then Satan asks you to hold a piece of a shelf together while he fixes it, he is surprisingly fast and knows exactly how to repair it...just as if he had to do it more than once in a while...

"Oh Mc? Can you give me the screwdriver? No no that one, the one with the cross head is what I need..." you had no idea there were so many different tools, and wouldn't be the slotted one sufficient if you just angled it right? Satan just laughs and let's you try it for yourself, only for you to fail, he then shows you how to do it correctly guiding you through fixing your first shelf

"The last shelf is standing again, I'll help you with the book now." Satan pointed out, a small ray of hope now that only the books were left, you didn't reply, which honestly wasn't really necessary, but a small affirming noise would have been nice, so Satan tries to keep the 'conversation' going, while he works on the books with his back turned to you

"...you're still ignoring me? Are you angry at me for making such a mess? You know you didn't have to help...you can go, no need to act like all high and mighty!" he was getting angry again, yes he did make a mess, but he didn't do anything to you! Had he? He couldn't remember, but humans might interpret actions and words differently…he didn't want you to be mad at him, and neither did he want to get angry at you, but with you ignoring him it became quite difficult to keep his voice low

having enough and wanting to make up before it gets worse, he makes his way over to you, who was leaning against a shelf with a book in your hand

as he sits down next to you and turns your body to him through a guiding hand on your shoulder, he startles, you fell asleep in a sitting position? That sounds more like something Belphie would do...Isn't that uncomfortable?

You must have been exhausted after filling up three shelves of books and fell asleep midway on your fourth shelf, Satan chuckles amused and relieved you aren't mad at him but simply sleeping

He picks you up and brings you to your room where he lies you down in your bed, covering you with the blanket and hesitantly stroking your hair before going back to cleaning up the library

"Thank you for being so patient with me and helping me! You can rest now and I'll make it up to you later!"

Bonus: he will most definitely take you out on a date of your choice, even if he doesn't enjoy the idea as much as you

Asmodeus:

Asmo had taken you out shopping, as he claimed his wardrobe was not having the right clothes anymore so he had to get new ones fast

he had dragged you through town for the whole day and you two only returned home late in the afternoon, you completely exhausted and ready to drop in your bed, while Asmo while being slightly tired, still insisted on putting on all the clothes and showing them off to you and his followers on Devilgram

he entrusted you with his D.D.D to take some nice amazing shots of him to gain even more followers, though that seemed impossible as it already felt as if the whole population of hell was already subscribed to his account

but as long as all you had to do was hold the D.D.D up and click the screen for a picture, you were fine, you sat down on Asmos bed trying not to disturb the bags of clothes that lay there as well

Asmos screen lit up nearly every few seconds with a new message, how did this man not get crazy with all the message?! And he must check them all, because whenever you write him, he is on and writing back instantly...maybe you should steal his D.D.D from time to time to get him away from it...

While Asmo was changing into new clothes in the bathroom, you could hear him humming a happy tune, clearly in his element and enjoying his time, which made you happy as well, but the exhaustion was still plaguing you and the bed felt unbelievably comfy and on top of that the humming of Asmo was slowly lulling you into sleep

"Oooh Mc~ I especially like this top! Just look how nicely it fits, it shows of my best parts, which are all of me haha...hey Mc?~ Look at me!" Asmo pouted as you stayed put on his bed, and climbed over your form, already expecting you to start pushing him off, only to get concerned when you don't

then he sees your eyes are closed and you seem to be peacefully asleep, he instantly coos at your sweet sleeping expression, the back of his hand caresses you cheeks softly, but you don't react much besides moving a bit into am ore comfy position

Asmo backs off and begins to put down his bags, then he tucks you under his covers and climbs right in with you, pulling you close so that you lie on his chest, his arms encircling you to keep you put

the pictures for Devilgram are forgotten for now, they're not running away anyway, you two can continue another time, but for a beauty nap sounds good

"Oh Mc! You look so cute when you're sleeping...next time tell me you need a break, I'm happy to cuddle you while you're recovering!"

Beelzebub:

you had decided to stay a bit longer at RAD today, because you still had something to discuss with one of the teacher, as well as doing some research for an essay that was due next week

most of the brothers had already left for home or different work related activities, except Beel who had Fangol practice today after school, and as you were not allowed to walk around the Devildom without someone accompanying you for protection, all that was left for you was to wait for Beel to finish his practice, which usually took place for about two hours

you sat down on one of the benches at the side of the field, waving to Beel so he knew you where you were and could keep an eye on you

you worked away on your homework and checked you D.D.D from time to time replying to all the messages you got

the practice seemed to be still not finished even after two hours had passed and you were getting a bit tired from sitting around, but you also couldn't just wander off, Beel might start worry...plus the risk of running into a less friendly demon was still a thing

so you shifted from one position into another not really being able to get comfortable on the hard wooden bench

the ground seemed to be comfier with every minute passing, and so you lay down ignoring the weird looks of the team and trainers, you're body simply wasn't made to sit on this bench longer than necessary

"Here you can wrap yourself in this...it's getting cold. Training is almost over, just hold out a few more minutes!" Beel came over and gave you his jacket and you quickly put it on revelling in his warmth

but here is the problem the jacket made you feel so comfortable that you fell asleep, right on the floor next to a few dozen demons

"We're finished! I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat, any wishes what you want?" Beel was packing his stuff and rambling on about how he could eat at least one year worth of food, training having starved him quite a lot

but when you didn't respond he grew worried and kneeled down next to you, gently resting his hand on your side, he simply laughed when he saw you fell asleep, he is used to it due to Belphie, so he carefully picks you up and carries you home, deciding to order food once there

just Beel giving you a piggy back home, softly smiling to himself and being happy you've come to be so at ease around demons..still at bit worried, but he'll protect you, no worries

"I'll stay by your side until you wake up...and then we can eat lots of good food...please just don't sleep too long or I might have to eat before you wake up."

Belphegor:

so there he was, sleeping, on your bed, in your room, without an invitation...and honestly it wasn't even a surprise anymore, coming home after a work shift at Hell's Kitchen and just wanting to sleep, but no there was no space for you on the bed

I have no idea how, but he manages to occupy the whole bed, and hog blanket and pillows to himself as well

if only he was easy to wake, just to tell him to move over, but no he wouldn't wake up unless you pulled the big guns and nobody wants to face the consequences after one dumped water bottle on his head, it would be a hundred times easier and less dangerous to wake Satan

but you were really tired and just wanted to cuddle into your bed, maybe you could maneuver him with a bit strength..actually forget that...you could always call Beel for help to carry him to his own bed, but by the way he was clinging to your blanket and pillows, that would only end in a empty mattress to sleep on and then you would get cold...

honestly it was his own fault at this point you had threatened him to do it, but he had just laughed it off...

and so you climbed into bed and lay down on top of him, wrapping your arms around him so that you would get at least his body warmth if not the blanket

to your surprise he didn't wake up and he was really comfy, his rhythmic breathing was really relaxing and it didn't take you long to fall asleep

after some time Belphie wakes up with you wrapped around him, he quickly realises that you're asleep, but is stunned nonetheless that you would actually have the guts to sleep on top of him with the risk of waking him up in a bad mood

"That's quite bold of you! You didn't think I will let that slip though, right?" he chuckles amused but shifts nonetheless to make room for you, his embrace is tight, and he hopes just a little bit that you wake up, so he can tease you, but you stay asleep looking content with your new position

"I suppose I could go for another nap...now that I have my favourite pillow with me, sleeping will be even better!" he cuddles you, just like the blanket and pillows...which you don't get any of by the way, but you get Belphie so that's even better, he's gonna keep you warm, don't worry

"You're such a odd human...no idea why I like you...anyway just stay here in my arms and sleep!"

Diavolo:

yesterday was amazing, Dia had taken you to a trip in the human world and you had showed him around, visiting as many places as you two could

what you didn't know was that he had actually sneaked out of the castle to spend time with you

well you didn't know until a very angry Barbatos opened a portal right in front of you two and started lecturing Dia for at least one hour

you felt a bit guilty that you were the indirect cause of this and quickly apologised to him promising to make it up

so here you were in Dias office, overseeing him to do his work so he couldn't sneak out again and Barb didn't have to find him

after all if the reason for sneaking out was right in his room then he had no reason to go, besides the intimidating amount of work left on his desk after yesterdays excurse

Dia worked concentrated for most of the time, only now and then staring out of the window or talking to you

"Isn't it boring to watch me work? I can work alone, I promise to run away...or else Barbatos might get a heart attack from shock of seeing me gone again" he chuckled while signing another document

you reassured you didn't mind sitting next to him in silence, you had a good book borrowed from Satan, tea and cookies from Barbatos and you could stare at Diavolo all day long

your last statement made Dia flush red quite quickly and he tried to distract himself with his work, he slouched over in his chair trying to escape your gaze, but you were having none of it

your arms snaked around his waist and your head came to lean on his shoulder, Dia stiffened not sure how to react he liked the feeling of you hugging him, but now he was scared to move too much as not to disturb you or accidentally hit you with his elbow while trying to write

after a few more documents his eyes flit over to your face, cheek squished against his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing calmly

"Mc? Are.. are you sleeping?" he is whispering trying not to be too loud in case you are truly sleeping, and that you are! A soft smile graces his lips, nobody was ever this relaxed around him, he is proud and wants you to stay asleep as long as possible

he keeps working until Barbatos knocks on the door, coming in and announcing to have brought more tea, only to stop when he sees the sight in front him, Mc holding onto Dia, head resting on his shoulder and sleeping, while Dia put his finger to his lips to tell him not to be too loud

you sleep for an hour or so until Dia really has to move, apologising multiple times for having to wake you

"I'm glad you're able to relax around me, please continue to be yourself! My shoulder is always there for you to nap!"

Barbatos:

"You liked the cake that much? I'm flattered! I could teach you how to make it if you'd like?"

you had been over for tea at the castle and the chocolate cake with black-as-hell cherries was the best cake you've ever ate, it was bittersweet in taste not too much sweetness and not too much bitterness, paired with the melting chocolate, you could have eaten the whole cake on your own

you doubt you'd be able to get the same ingredients in the human realm but maybe you could find similar ones, so you were more than willing to learn with Barbatos

and so you arranged to meet the next Sunday afternoon for a baking session

Barb let you into the castle already awaiting you at the door even though you were early

you two worked on the cake, Barb explaining each step carefully, even for the easiest steps he takes his time to explain and help you, being very patient with you no matter how much you screw up

"Next we have to melt the chocolate in a pot. Wait a minute I turn on the stove for you" while you put the chocolate pieces into a pot, Barb moves behind you and turns on the stove, his arms brushing your sides, yet he stays fully focused, what can't be said for you

the cake is put together quickly with you two working together and while it bakes in the oven and the chocolate is meting, you two go ahead and start cutting and coring the rest of the cherries to decorate the cake later

"Here have a taste, they're bitter at first but the aftertaste is nicely sweet!" He holds out a cored cherry for you to taste and eats one himself, smiling gently at you while you sniff at the fruit first, which smells exactly like a normal human world cherry

the only thing left to do is wait for the cake so you two sit down for some tea at a small table in the kitchen, talking about the week, when Diavolo calls for Barb and he quickly excuses himself to help the prince out

the sweet aroma of the baking cake, the warmth of the tea and the very comfy chair you're sitting in, are a dangerous combination making you fall asleep

as Barb returns he sees you with your head lying on your folded arms on the table, clearly asleep, Barb decides to eave you there while cleans the kitchen and checks on the cake half an hour later

"Mc? The cake is ready to be decorated do you want sleep or do you want to help me?" somewhat embarrassed you stand up and help him with the decorations , Barb acts if nothing happened but he can't help but think about your gentle expression while you slept

"Next time I'll let you sleep longer... I wouldn't mind if you visited me for your naps if that meant I could see you more often."

Solomon:

learning magic was many things: exciting, frustrating, dangerous, fun...but sometimes it also was unbelievable boring

like when you think about magic, you think about casting charms, curses, making potions and all that stuff, but nobody told you that beforehand you have to learn everything about the new spell or etc in theory!

so here you were sitting with Solomon as he rambled on about how while the shrinking charm could have really bad side effects if casted wrong, sure it was important to know how to cast it correctly but did you really have to listen on to everything that might go wrong?

listening to all this just make you feel less confident, I mean technically you were practicing with a tea cup to shrink, so shrinking only a part of it wouldn't be too bad of a side effect, but what if you used too much pressure and made the cup explode and you'd hurt Solomon in the process?!

You took a deep breath, which made Solomon stop talking as he looked at you questioningly

"Anything wrong? Already giving up? Is it toom much?" his light teasing was meant to make you relax, but all you could do was give a small, stiff smile, signalling for him to continue and he did, after messing up your hair with his hand giving you a huge grin, but he talked slower now giving you more glances to make sure you were still alright

"How about a small break? I'll make us some tea..." he stood up and made some tea...in a beaker over a Bunsen burner..this weirdo..

the tea didn't taste weird though, it was just normal tea, even though the preparation would have made Barbatos get a stroke

after the break he was back to full tutor mode and your concentration slipped with each new word, until your head falls down, your chin resting on your chest comfortably, you had fallen asleep right before him

Solomon notices instantly that you're asleep and starts laughing so loud that you wake up again, he is crying and gasping for breath at your flustered state and you hit for good measurement on the arm

"Am I that boring? Fine if you're tired you can rest on my bed. I'll read you a bedtime spell book..." he doesn't stop laughing and teases you endlessly, you better be on your toes around him, you won't be hearing the end of this

"Hey sleepyhead? Do you want me to read you into boredom? I won't take pictures of your sleeping and drooling self...No promises made though..."

Simeon:

He was staring blankly at his manuscript, writers block had been plaguing him for quite some while now, but the new chapter had to be sent to the company until next week

you had offered to help him out maybe you could give him some ideas, so he invited you over and let you read the latest chapter so you'd know what had happened

you sat in his room brainstorming ideas on a small extra sheet trying your best to help Simeon out who looked quite lost

"Do you think that would work? Doesn't if feel a bit too rushed? But maybe if we combined these two ideas together..." he seemed to had found something and began to roughly write up a plan for his further writings

he continuously asked you questions about the smallest details, it was kind of cute that he relied so much on you, he probably could have done the rest himself as well, yet he kept involving you into the whole process

while his one hand scribbled like a madman, his other rested on your arm occasionally lightly squeezing it, reminding you that he didn't forget about you

you slowly fell asleep, the sounds of each others breathing, the pen scratching over paper and the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall, the inly sounds to be heard

"What about this part? How do you think it could go from here?...Mc?" he wasted no time in making sure you were lying comfortably, putting his cloak over your form and still squeezing your arm from time to time while he continued to write late into the night

only then did he notice, the brothers might worry about your absence, should he wake and bring you home? or should he let you sleep here and inform Lucifer about your safety? but the sofa you were currently sitting on, would make your back hurt if you continued to sleep here

it took him some time debating with himself, but came to the conclusion to carry you to his bed and tuck you in, giving you a forehead kiss like he was used to with Luke, only to realise what he'd done and quickly scrambling away in embarrassment to give Lucifer a quick call about the situation

"Have sweet dreams my lamb! I'll be guarding you in any realm, even the dream realm!"

Luke:

Luke, Simeon and you were having a small movie evening, watching some old Disney movies

Simeon didn't allow you to watch something else to protect Luke, but you didn't mind too much

you were having some freshly made desserts by Luke who had worked on them the whole day, as he was very excited for your meetup

you watched a few movies, talking, laughing and joking together, just having fun

"Huh? They called the mean cat Lucifer? Hahah how fitting, he kind of even looks like the real Lucifer! Ah, don't tell him that though!" Luke really liked to compare the different characters to the people he knows, but when there actually were a cat called Lucifer he was quite surprised...who would want their cute pet to be called like a demon? Why not call them angel names? Michael is a pretty cool name...

over the time you became more and more tired and Simeon seemed to notice, suggesting on stopping for today and continuing another time, but Luke convinced you two of one more movie

unfortunately you didn't last the final movie and fell asleep cuddled underneath the blanket between Simeon and Luke

Luke took some time to notice, only seeing it when he turned to you wanting to tell you his opinion about the last scene

"Oh! Simeon... Mc fell asleep..." Simeon already knew, as you had fallen onto his shoulder, not that he minded, he just told Luke to stay quiet and watch the rest of the movie

Luke cuddled up to you to keep you warm and occasionally glanced at you to make sure you were okay, and there cuddled next to you he as well fell asleep...trapping Simeon underneath your combined weight, making it impossible for Simeon to get out of the bed, so you three just slept together that night

"Don't worry Mc! I'll keep all demons away from you while you sleep!"

#obey me headcanons #obey me #swd obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #headcanon

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gojoho · 3 years

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PATIENCE

• pairing; au!ryomen sukuna x reader

• premise; you were different than the rest, and with a simple touch the devil makes peace with his boredom for the taste of your skin.

• words; 2,798

• note & warning; every time i proofread what my demon chose to write at three in the morning i cry. why am i like this? honestly, i had so much trouble with sukuna it's amazing that i found a ground to make this on. anyway...unprotected sex ( wrap it up or pack it up ), dirty language, ownership, creampie-breeding kink? i never know which one it is, these mfs just never pullout. enjoy i suppose?

Sukuna was accustomed to the cults that proudly proclaimed him as their leader, or better yet, The Chosen. False disciples to his name, many of which tried to justify their treacherous lives in comparison to his glory. A pathetic bunch he wasted little time over, not one of them much of a rivalry towards that of a king. Though your blood was far too innocent, even for a ruthlessly being as himself, he would not take on such a burdened responsibility. Having been blamed for far less, he wouldn’t live this one down. Feasibly the only reason death escaped you.

Obsession, fascination, none of which seemed that far from one another with him, nor did it matter. At any capacity mortals were tedious, their petty materialistic need; gold this, that, and whatnot. Maybe he was just bored, but then he wouldn’t be giving you much credit, would he? He was quite patient for his tetchy personality, letting you grow accustomed to his territory, where you’d spend the rest of your days. A cub seeing the pride lands for the first time.

“Follow the rules, and you’ll do just fine little cub.” You never shied from his touch, letting him indulge your soft skin, squeezing, nipping, kissing every and anywhere he pleased. But your worth was still up for question thus far, what did you bring that the others couldn’t.

“Open.” You would sit between his legs, knees bent to his divinity abiding every command. Allowing his salty fingers against your tongue, their cleanliness unbeknownst to everyone except him, but it only made you suck on them more. “So eager for me to ruin you.”

That made two of you, but he wouldn’t, not just yet.

He kept you, his precious new pet, close. Allowing your scent to fill his bed, swarm his clothes, and plague him with a hunger driven by an appetite that was you. It wasn’t as if he didn’t trust you, he didn’t trust anyone, but he did trust your behavior. The way you managed to curl up against him at night, your soft snores fanning his back, no matter how much space there was in his bed. How you followed behind him everywhere he went, involuntarily making things less...irritating. Yet your consistency didn’t extend towards the others. Vicious and vengeful, they’d see to it that he’d fall by any means necessary. Even if it meant going through you or letting it be by your own hand.

“Cub,” he’d call you over, legs wide and waiting. You’d mount him facing forward, shamelessly letting your body unwind against his touch.

Fingers working the robes from your frame with ease, instant access to the skin beneath. All while his lips worked around your neck, touching up his handiwork of pink and purple blotches around it. The product of every session. Before he’d break you off, truly make you his, preparation was in order. It’s started with your chest, his hold over your bosom, the small mouthes in each hand working their peaks. Swirling sucking nibbling away at their tenderness until you’d grind against his bulge. Drenching him with your arousal. Clothes only got in his way, he’d have you roam around naked if he pleased but that was sight met only for his eyes, and his alone. Your robes, makeshift Sukuna hand-me-downs, was a barrier between the world and what was his.

After all, it was his touch that made you a mess. ”You're already so wet for me, little cub. Maybe I'll fuck you tonight. Maybe.”

He moved a hand to your heat, parted your folds with two slender fingers while the other hand still devoured your nipple. Sukuna was greedy, common knowledge to anyone who came across the curse, but with a hunger driven by your flesh, he was more insatiable than ever. It wouldn't be long until you were writhing in his lap, every bit of noise coming from your lips. Crying out as he worked your orgasm with his fingers plunged deep in your depths and the tongue on his palm lapping at your clit feverishly.

”Kuna,” you'd mewl, with arms stretched up to his face. The only person still alive to say it let alone give him a nickname.

The rules were simple;

Speak when spoken too

Eye contact

No kissing

A cruel rule that reminded you what the relationship was. He wasn't your lover or anything to you. You belonged to him and he'd use you however he saw fit. If that meant raw dogging you, believe he'd fuck you silly.

Simple, but still difficult nonetheless. He watched your face upturn in admiration, eyes flickering between his and his lips with each whimper. You wanted to kiss him, have his tongue so far down your throat until you choked. Sukuna knew all too well the look you gave him and smirked pressing his fingers deeper, taking your wanton ones to hold his cheek into his mouth. The closet you've gotten to a kiss, but soon your eyes would wander to mess that was your body, watching him unravel your seams, the first orgasm shuddered throughout you.

The first time he had his way, you'd barely made it past one orgasm from his fingers. Now it was six, with at most his fingers and three mouths. He wondered if you’d handle his cock if thrown into the mix. With that thought alone his mind wandered, you handled his hands well but the mystery behind your lips made him twitch just thinking about it. A pretty face with such a content expression, so grateful he granted you a full mouth. Could you handle all of him? If you could, he would've taken what was already his, turned you inside out, and left your body useless to any other being but him.

He deprived himself of a release, letting it build along his thighs and boil at the deepest parts of his body. You were going to take it all from him, feed his hunger while he quenched yours. Truly teaching you what it meant to belong to Ryomen Sukuna, The Great King of Curses.

Each session left you craving more, made your hips sink further against his moving in pure need. Sukuna let you wallow in your tension, desire unkempt and rowdy beneath his nose. You were conflicted between the logic prancing your mind and the hunger of your heat. Where the thought of him feeding you more than just a few fingers made it throb for a release, to be relieved from the fear that kept it empty and unfulfilled.

You'd missed the comfort his presence brought to the bed when pressing matters stole his attention, without it sleep was surreal. Eluding your conscience till he would come back late into the morning, exhaustion settling through the afternoon if he allowed you to. Until one afternoon where he’d prepare to set off again, another village another reign of terror, Sukuna almost missed the tiny grasp at his robes. The few steps he took towards to the exit fell short by his other end.

”Please,” you'd whisper out pleading for him to stay with a mere word.

For a minute, with his sudden stride and grip over your jaw, you think it's enough. That the way he searched your eyes with his bright red pair, you thought you’d convince him. ”If you expect me to abandon my duties for that cunt of yours, you’re going to have to try harder than that little cub.”

His lips ghosted yours, taunting that separate ache from the rest of your body. Practically testing you to see if you’d break one of his rules; screaming to go ahead, kiss him.

”Well then?” he cooed, lips nearly there but your silence only irritated him. Did he spoil you too much, indeed give you too much credit and mistaken you for something you weren't—

”Please Kuna, I need you.”

”Cute…” He smirked, thumb slipping between the two of you teasing your bottom lip. ”No.”

It was a lie if he said he wouldn't turn you around right there and give in to the temptation. Fill your womb with what felt like decades' worth of his cum. Staining his sheets and your insides. Sukuna already knew you needed him, it was because of that need, that the light in your eyes settled to a palpable glow. Later completely gone by the time of his return.

Sukuna never thought to imagine you upset, not with the way you clung to him. Never did he think it would upset him as much as it did. You slept far from his end of the bed, shielding your body from his touch with the linen. The nerve of you, but he knew it was only a matter of time until he’d have you in his lap again.

Wrong.

Too much time had passed since he denied you of your request, too much time since he’s touched you, too much time since you’ve touched him.

“Cub” he called, but for the first time, he was met with hesitance.

You sat on his lap, back to his chest as per usual, but without your usual excitement. Nothing he couldn’t fix, and like always he started with your chest, getting you to flood over his crotch. By then Sukuna would’ve gotten at least a whimper but you remain uncharacteristically quiet to his touch, jabbing at his ego. Come to find out you’d bitten your lip, holding off from letting him hear just how good he was making you feel.

“Brat,” he hissed with the teeth in his hand nibbling at nothing but your clit but even then the most he got was a huff. “Fine, if that’s how you want to play this game.”

It didn’t take much to lift you up from his chair, face planting you straight into the bed. You yelp at the sudden grip over your waist as it hauls your bottom half into to air. This was far from what he planned, but he’d be a fool to let you carry on with your childish ways.

There was no protest with the way he positioned himself to his knees behind you, shedding himself of his robes, setting his cock free into the late-night air. You would never shy away from looking at him naked, curious of every black line, where they connected and didn’t connect. Still, only catching brief glimpses of him, but now that it was there before you—just one taste, that was enough right? It would make any man happy to hide his cock in a pretty mouth like yours, burying it far beneath your throat, hell it made Sukuna weigh his options but he was beyond horny and irritated.

He gifts himself a few strokes, over your cunt, introducing it to its owner. Coating himself in the mix of his salvia and your arousal before pushing the tip past the slick gates of his personal Eden. He sunk into your bowels just past the tip before meeting the resistance of your walls. There was no distinction as to whether you’d been too tight or that he was too big, just that it made him want more. A snug fit, one in which he yearned to destroy, leaving you walls irreversibly stretched.

Your arms flailed around, desperate to find anything to grip onto but Sukuna didn’t give you much of a chance before introducing the rest of his inches to your heat.

“Fuck,” you whined. A squeak of unbearable amazement that all of him was inside you. “Wait.”

He was going to bury himself down to the hilt, each time, fuck you till you were a simpleton. It was always his intention to do so, but your impatience got the best of him.

”Quiet, ” he growled spreading your ass to see himself encased by your insides. Surprisingly you swallowed him whole, but he was sure if you kept squirming away it’d be even more painful. ”This is what you wanted, wasn't it? My cock in this slutty hole of yours.”

”Kuna please.”

”Please Kuna, I need you—is that not what you said?”

”Yes…but fuck—”

”Well now you got me, so keep fucking still and take it.” He shooed your pleading palm from his view and adjusted himself. The movement drove him deeper and you mewled beneath him like a feral feline.

A draft followed behind his pelvis as he pulled out only about halfway, your pussy gripping him as he did. He didn’t trust you wouldn’t squirm again and anchored your hips to his grip. Snapping into you once more, stretching more than his previous thrust.

Sukuna took pride in the size of his cock, in the way it left room for only one, only him. You were going to split in two, or at least it felt like it; he was so big, out of place, but just big. Though that was merely the calm before the storm, with no confirmation let alone sign to warn you, he moved again. Starting off with a strong rhythm that rocked the entire bed. He didn’t do slow, his adjective was to punish, ruin, destroy exactly why you were to be prepared.

With a guttural groan, you felt his cock work, biting against the linens as it drilled in and out of your slickness, squelching all around it.

“Listen to that,” he cooed. “Telling me to wait when your pussy sounds like this. I’m going to fill you up so well. Is that what you want kitten?”

Kitten…

An upgrade from little cub you suppose. The harder he goes, the louder both ends of your body get. Wanted was putting it loosely, it was something, if not the only thing, you needed. Yet it’s still not enough, and so Sukuna stops, leaving you lost to the pleasure he provided. Still full with his cock you moan, pleading for him to continue, eyes barely open and lips pierced by your top teeth. “You know the rules. Speak.”

Bucking against him, desperate for any friction, you whined. “Kuna.”

“Whining gets you nowhere,” He said teasing you with slow strokes in time with your desperate hips. “Answer. The. Question.”

“Yes, ” You were begging for it, the high fading from the mind a little too quickly. ”I need it, all of it.”

Now that you stroked his pride, it was only fair he’d returned the favor. Fleeing from their post against your chest, Sukuna’s hands reach up to your throat. Pulling you up to your own knees, squeeze gently. Pumping into your dripping cunt faster, harder, deeper. Strumming at the chords of your orgasm with each lewd noise he pulled with his cock. Saliva dribbling from your chin.

“Look at you,” he grunted, his own pleasure catching up to him. “Drooling from both ends.”

“Sukuna.”

He leaned into your hands, giving permission for them to tug at his roots, while he nuzzled his nose over your cheek, taking in every crude scent. “Hmm, fucking perfect.”

A compliment if he’d ever given you one, his irritation fleeing from his body and the only thing he can think about is just how good it felt to finally be inside you. The ache of his cock finally being milked. His hand traveled down your body, caressed every curve, every nipple until they settled on your hips.

”Get down, and open up for me.” he ordered quietly, letting his pace falter before getting an obedient ’hmm’

Anything for Sukuna, anything that brought on your orgasm. You arched forward and parted your knees wider, sighing from his hand over your ass again. Kneading and pulling each cheek apart. Picking up the pace again, he wanted to see his cock twitch inside you. See how your body would react. Sukuna wanted to see the mess he made of your hole.

You let a series of colorful curses fly, it was hard to say anything with the explosion inside you, the heat itching just beneath your skin as the adrenaline spiked and rocked you into oblivion.

“Sukuna,” you managed to say but he already knew, feeling the coiling contraction refusing to let him go. A deadly grip that sucked his orgasm through.

The visible veins around his cock, throbbing beneath the thin layer of skin. Slightly moving as the rest of his length spasmed violently against the confines of your flutters. ”Fuck, look at you go, milking me dry.”

His cum wasn't as fluid as it was thick, weeks of pent up lust oozing from your folds. But it meant nothing more but for Sukuna to click his tongue and thrust forward gently a few more times. Fucking it all back into you. Your body twitched ”Oi, shape up, I've only just begun. Besides, I want to try that pretty little mouth of yours.”

You were going to ruin him, as he was you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #sukuna ryomen x reader #gojoho

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alolowrites · 3 years

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Commuter Crush

Summary: There’s nothing more humiliating than crashing into a stranger on a packed train. But when it happens to you, of course the universe decides you crash into him—your commuter crush.

Author’s Note: Wowwwwwww! Look at me posting a new fic after who knows how long since the last one. I’m just a slow writer, I’m sorry :/ (and a procrastinator too lol). But this baby is finished yay!

Enjoy ^_^

Word Count: 1.1K+

Every adult hates three things in their lives: taxes, traffic, and taking the trains during rush hour.

The first is technically avoidable if you’re slick enough to game the system and have the right connections. How else do you think the uber-rich stay rich and enjoy their cake too?

The second one is somewhat unpredictable in nature. You have your good days when mostly every person behind the wheel drives with common sense. And then you have your bad days when one idiot driver wakes up and chooses violence, swerving into different lanes without any heads up, and bam—traffic jam.

But the trains during rush hour? It’s unavoidable and predictable. You suffer through it every day, waiting on the grimy platform for an eternity before fighting your way into the cramped train car similar to a sardine can. This daily torture makes Dante’s journey through the nine circles of Hell look like a nice walk in the park.

You sigh in relief once the doors close and the train moves. The hard part is over. You grab the pole, mindlessly staring at the bland ads on the walls. Ironically, they blend into the background with their depressing color scheme, an awful execution to sell their products, but a perfect backdrop for a certain someone’s messy purple hair.

His hair is the first thing you know about him. The second is his commute—he’s on the same morning train as you when going to work and on the same evening train heading back home. And the last thing is his name: Shinsou Hitoshi. It was printed across his employee badge that hung on his belt pocket the other day. That’s all you know about him, yet he doesn’t feel like a total stranger to you.

Shinsou is more like a familiar acquaintance. A handsome acquaintance if you say so yourself. He leans against the door with his broad shoulders stretching out his white collar shirt. The top buttons are undone, and his tie hangs loosely around his neck after suffocating him the entire day at work. But it’s his rolled-up sleeves that catch your attention as they show off those muscled forearms that you know are strong. You know they will feel so good wrapped around you all day and all night long. You know they will keep you safe and protective and comforted and—

The train rattles hard. You snap out of your daydream and catch yourself with the pole. There’s nothing more humiliating than crashing into a stranger on a packed train. Playing something embarrassing on your phone without headphones on is a close second.

You sigh in relief and feel someone’s gaze on you. Shinsou looks at you, the boredom fading away in his eyes, and he sends a small smile. You return the gesture, digging your nails into your palms to calm down. Internally, mini-versions of yourselves are running around your blank mind like headless chickens. Did Shinsou see you slip? Did he smile out of kindness or pity? Oh gosh, did he catch you looking at him? Did he—

“Excuse me,” a man gruffs, making you jump. The tired passenger, sporting baggy eyes and a hunched back, cocks his head to the left. You realize he wants to leave and awkwardly shuffle out of the way.

“Oh, sorry.”

However, one or two steps aren’t enough. A wave of people burst through the doors, pushing you further back. Everything happens so quickly that you don’t hear the train pulling away from the station. It makes a sharp turn, and you crash forward into someone’s muscular chest, a soft oof escaping your lips. As the train rattles on, the stranger’s hand holds you steady and close to him for support.

“Oh, man, I’m so sorry—”

Holy shit.

You freeze as a familiar pair of purple eyes stare back at you. Out of every passenger on this train, it had to be him, your commuter crush; the universe certainly has a great sense of humor. No point in hiding now, so you decide to bite the bullet (train).

“I, uh, hi.”

“Hi,” Shinsou says, laced with amusement. “You alright?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine!” Damn, his voice is smooth. You fight the urge to gulp. “Super fine, really, but are you okay? I crashed against you pretty hard there.”

In your defense, Shinsou feels hard. Very hard like a rock. You are flushed against him that you can make out his firm muscles hiding underneath his white office shirt. Even if you wanted to move, you can’t—Shinsou’s arm remains wrapped around you with such a gentle grip. On the outside, you are as cool as a cucumber. But inside, your screams are louder than the train wheels screeching on the tracks as it comes to a stop.

Shinsou tilts his head. “I think I’ll be fine. Would you rather slam against the door?”

“Are you crazy?! That’s social suicide!” You wince at how loud that was. In a hushed tone, you say, “If that happened, I probably would never step foot on this train again.”

“Huh, good thing I stand here every day then,” Shinsou muses, and you raise an eyebrow. “Seeing you makes this awful rush hour commute worth it for me.”

You stay quiet, too shocked to even respond. It takes a moment to fully process his words, but your heart flutters at the realization: Shinsou likes you. All those brief, curious glances you felt from him; all those kind yet soft smiles you shared with him every time your eyes met; all those times you nearly hit the pole after getting distracted by his white smile before you left the train.

It’s a miracle that Shinsou does not bring up those moments.

You shake your head, laughing softly. “That makes two of us.”

A grin stretches across Shinsou’s face, making your legs weak. However, you bump into Shinsou again as the train abruptly stops and announces your station. You mumble a pathetic “sorry,” the heat rising along your face. Does the conductor not know how to use their brakes correctly?

Shinsou snickers. “I can kind of get used to this.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m not slamming into any doors.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckles, letting you go. Shinsou gives you a curt nod. “See you tomorrow?”

You flash a knowing smile. “Like always.”

The chilly air greets you the minute you step off the train. You look back, your eyes meeting each other through the glass window one last time. Shinsou gives a small wave, and you return the gesture. As the train pulls away, you remain still until it disappears into the distance. You chuckle to yourself and make your way home.

Supposedly, every adult hates three things in their lives: taxes, traffic, and taking the train during rush hour. But you don’t mind the last one anymore. Seeing Shinsou every day makes it all worth it—he’ll keep you safe from the doors with those strong arms of his and make you laugh. Who can complain about that?

If y’all saw that train pun, leave me alone. I just HAD to put it in, okay?? 😭

But thank you for reading!!!

#shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi x you #shinsou x you #bnha imagines

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THE ART OF LOVING A VILLAIN | One

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x female reader

Themes: Hero x Villain dynamics, enemies to lovers, Hero!Taeyong, Villain! Reader, secret relationship, angst, fluff, Top tier (shitty) anime betrayals you people are going to beat me up for

Warnings: profanity, the villain is dumb, mention if a minor injury, blowing things up for funsies

Wc: 1.1k

Taglist : @jenophilia @sassyong @tenhyuckie @moanwalk @sicluvz @yutaalove @bluejaem @fullsunfluff @a10vely-yutazen @hhyungsuk @mirohtron @cupidtaes @adoreateez @at-the-end-of-your-letter @junglewoos @heephoriia @cofhees

Networks: @/ficscafe @neoturtles @kpopscape @whipped-kpop-creators @nct-writers @czennienet @kokonomi

Summary: Yet another forbidden rendezvous and you are try to figure out what you exactly feel about your lifelong nemesis.

Alternatively, illustrated band-aids from Taeyong make you feel questionable things.

A/N: I just hate how I love and hate this fic so much. @mirohtron is to blame, the reason I am stuck in my eternal hero x villain feels. I love writing this more than anything. It's quite personal as it reflects a lot of things I personally felt about the world around me haha.

This entire series is dedicated to @lebrookestore, a simp I l*ve with all my heart (even after what she does to me with all her fics ;-;)

The breath you were holding in for what seemed like ages escaped your lips. It was long, exhausted- a little frustrated, even. You hated waiting. And if it were the roof of just one of the thousands of skyscrapers in Seoul, the annoyance was definitely a little more. Waiting alone in those uneventful places was nothing but a mere waste of your time. There was nothing small enough to ruin or blowup for funsies, and you weren't heartless enough to blow up a whole building just out of sheer boredom.

It had been a tiresome day already. You'd attended classes, fed some cats on the way back to your lair and put up yet another power show to let people know they still had something to be afraid of. The air was unnervingly humid today, and your suit had stuck to your torso as if it were a drowning person who didn't know how to swim- holding onto a log of wood for dear life. Weird comparison (or metaphor, you couldn’t be arsed to even get it right), but you weren't the most poetic person.

You wondered how Taeyong would describe it. Sticky? Ew? You didn't know. He was one unpredictable being, well at least when he wasn't in his superhero suit (figuratively, he was just dumb and tended to miss a lot of shots when he puts on the crimson and black piece of clothing). Maybe he would just come up with a random word and try to make you believe it was real. He couldn't possibly lose to a villain! And especially not after what you did today. You could bet that the first thing he was going to do was sulk about you almost burning his perfect eyebrows to ashes during today's face-off.

You loved to see your enemy getting all riled up more than you'd admit. Maybe it was the villain inside you speaking. But his desperate attempts at winning an argument or the pout when he complained about causing the least damage to you were just too serotonin inducing.

When did he become such a big part of my life- you smile to yourself.

Truth to be told, he always had been one of the biggest parts of it. Whether you wanted to admit it or not.

"I'm sorry," a voice trails off right behind you, breathless, "I got-"

"Stuck in a bad traffic," you complete his sentence, your tone mocking and eyes trained on the night sky. The statement was his go-to excuse for when he’d show up late- which was almost every other day.

"Too busy trying to pick out a nice bandaid for you."

He corrects, leaning against the railing. You almost scoff at how cocky the hero sounded. You were supposed to be the cocky one here.

"Whatever."

And with that, for what seemed like an entire eternity, the both of you spent the time together in silence. He didn’t dare to mouth a single word- and neither did you. There was no malice behind what any of you wanted to say; but you didn’t even know what was holding you both back. It was becoming a habit, to be honest. Well, not in general because you still were very vocal about your own opinions everywhere else-- but not in the (almost regular) meetings with your arch nemesis.

Ironic how the both of you had so much to say when the cameras were flashing and the world he tried to protect watched. So many curses, insults, edgy slash extremely cocky remarks and frustrated warnings. But at times such as right now, your mind felt like a blank slate that had never been touched. It was comfortable though, no malice, no screaming- just comfort and some sort of warmth you hadn’t felt in ages.

Well, you were always the kind of person who thought, thinking before speaking was highly overrated (that too, was a product of capitalism in your opinion). And thus, you figured staying quiet at the forbidden rendezvous with your arch nemesis would be the best thing. He was a servant of the so-called good, after all. Righteous, sophisticated, well known and way too fragile for your own good.

“Everything’s okay,” you hear him break the silence.

“Huh?”

The hero smiles, spinning around on his heels to point at your surroundings.

“Intact, not a scratch!”

And as if the small toothy grin he’d been sporting was infectious, you felt a sudden urge to break into one as well. Anyone would mistake him for just another college student if they saw him like this, in a pair of washed denim and a shirt that he must've been wearing for the past ten days. More so, it would've been terribly difficult to believe that the otherwise calm and composed public charmer Onyxate talked like a kindergartener, always fumbling or just too excited to even properly finish his sentences at times.

“What is that supposed to mean, mr. onyxate?” you ask, biting back a smile.

Disappointed, the hero clicks his tongue. He grabs hold of your wrist, spinning your frame around as well. The brunet scans the surroundings again, “You actually didn’t blow out a single thing! That is some progress, I say.”

You scoff at his remark, “I am not that heartless, mr. hero.” But deep inside, you did know it was some kind of a progress, and of course, you wouldn't tell him that.

He chuckles, but doesn’t remind you of the time you did, as a matter of fact, had blown up a nearby water tank while waiting. He was like that, Taeyong loved believing in a better present- rather than an awful past.

The comfortable arms of silence yet again engulfs you into a warm hug. Taeyong silently studies the cuts on your hand, his slender fingers carefully caressing them. You almost let out a sound of sheer amusement as he finally takes out a few strips of band-aids he took so long to buy, the infamous printed medigrip ones for kids (that too the ones with spongebob on them), rips the adhesive, and focuses on nursing the now dry cuts.

You then look up to catch a glimpse of Taeyong’s face, just to find the moonlight washing his features in all its grace. Faint neon lights from the buildings surrounding blending with the moonlight to create hues across his profiles.You stop to admire his countenance and insides alike, thinking how someone could be so kind even to their enemy.

He was so pure, so charming. He had those beautiful brown eyes. The ones that were like a mirror which knew nothing but to reflect his innermost emotions, the ones that knew to see the best in everyone- including you, a villain who had spent more than half of her life cursing all things good. His trained hands were still gentle and soft unlike any other hero you had ever known. Tears well up in your eyes. And for once what seemed like a lifetime- you decided to let yourself get overcome with emotions.

He was the kind of person anyone, including you, couldn’t help but fall for, the kind of person you’d want to hold close to yourself, no matter what.

And it was at that moment that you realised that it wasn’t hate that you felt towards him, but admiration.

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