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saikitsu · 2 years

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i know i didn't respond to discord dms yet but expect me to patiently sit at your door like a pitiful minecraft dog waiting for its owner for any oc lore you have even if you don't like what you have 🤲 mutual oc brainrot my beloved

ok all i have abt him is insane ramblings in my journal and like random notes on my phone so i looked up a character sheet on deviant art to try and make it more coherent >< i hope this makes sense :p also he is not a self insert he’s like.. completely another guy. just to clarify -v-

Basics

Name (Nickname): juno (everyone calls him junie for some reason. asmo calls him junebug because he’s insect-like <- will explain that later)

Age: 26

Gender: whatever. uses he/him.

List three to five most important things about your character.

autistic, prone to paranoia, appears detached (and sometimes is) but is usually very very invested in everything (more than he can handle). easily influenced by the people around him in terms of behavior. cigarette smoker (addicted and doesn’t care to quit).

Physical Details

Build/Body Type/Physical Frame: imagine if a mosquito was a guy.

Height: taller than most humans, shorter than the brothers/royals.

Skin: brown. lots of random discoloration for no particular reason.

Hair: dark brown. reaches his waist.

Eyes: brown.

Other defining features/extra anatomy: crooked nose (broke it and never went to the doctor). long, thin fingers. not particularly nice to look at.

Habits: bites nails, tries not to talk/verbalize anything as much as he can manage, counts in his head when he is nervous. chainsmokes over a pack a day.

Gestures/Mannerisms: none at all he’s quite still. will fidget with his hair if nervous but otherwise he’s kind of like a statue.

Demeanor: bad posture, sort of a nervous/neurotic looking guy. his eyes are large and round so he always has an owlish expression.

Voice: monotone, his emotions aren’t easily expressed with his voice so a change in tone is practically non-existent barring any physical influence on his throat or something.

Style/Clothing: owns three pairs of jeans and like seven t-shirts he got from a thrift store, the most average wardrobe ever because the thought of being perceived terrifies him. does stick to dark/neutral colors when he can because brighter colors are very overwhelming for him to look at. no real sense of style it means nothing to him/confuses him.

Personality

Part One: Basic Info

Loves/Favorites: menthol newports, MMORPGs and platformers, nonfiction media, slice of life media, extremely tight hugs, philosophy (kierkegaard-pilled), any foods with a soft/smooth texture like mashed potatoes or ice cream or something, others expressing joy around him.

Hates: depressing/existential media (he loves escapism), having his stomach/chest touched, rooms with too many doors/windows (can’t sit with his back facing a door or a window), talking about himself (makes him deeply uncomfortable). also pain (like, extremely low pain tolerance even paper cuts send him spiraling but he hides it well it’s just internally. he suffers.)

Hobbies: reads a lot but will re-read the same books and refuse to find new ones unless they are very specific to his niche tastes (drives satan insane but he will not budge), enjoys cooking but only for himself, likes to review media he consumes in his journal (will not show anybody ever and will get annoyed if someone insists on seeing), and driving (he’s not good at it).

Talents/Skills: hmm he is rather intelligent if that counts as a talent, in terms of skills he convinces himself that he is incapable of everything and talks himself out of practicing in fear that even if he devotes himself to it he will never be good. above average singer but he hates using his voice so it’s not really relevant. has a great memory. i don’t know that this is a talent but his paranoia means he has a map-like understanding of every building he’s ever been in, and a great sense of direction. oh and he’s a decent cook.

Hopes/Dreams: has very little ambition, is fairly content going through the motions (wake up, go to work/obligations, sleep, repeat). sometimes desires to be known and loved but he could live without it/in all honestly would not do well in a long-term relationship with someone who required a normal amount of devotion/attention. if he didn’t have to work he still would not do much i think he’d just sit in his room and read or drive around.

Fears/Nightmares: being perceived like literally being looked at and having a physical form bothers him a lot (especially being tall, he wishes he could be average height, one thing he likes abt the devildom is that he is shorter than everyone). having his back to any door or window (general paranoia). any tidbit of information he gives other people being used against him, even if it logically couldn’t be.

Best Quality: despite being generally confused by other people and how they behave, he does try his best to make others happy in the ways he can manage. i also think he cares deeply abt others but it never comes across.

Greatest Flaw: too intimidated by the larger aspects of life (love, career, etc.) that he does not try for anything and chooses to be content with the bare minimum/nothing at all.

Character Strengths: doesn’t really budge on his convictions, cares a lot and tries to be careful with other people’s emotions (not always successful), despite the flat affect he loves joy in others.

And the coinciding weaknesses: if he feels a relationship (platonic or otherwise) has faded/weakened he will cut it off completely and will not be convinced of its potential by the other person no matter what. avoids conflict to a point others would consider extreme (physically removes himself from any conflict situations, if he is cornered, shuts down and will not speak). generally is very private abt his existence and does not do well being around others for more than a few hours at a time.

Quirks: not particularly physically affectionate but subconsciously leans on people he is comfortable around, or places a hand on their shoulder. clicks his tongue often after speaking. prone to chronic nosebleeds.

One thing they are and one thing they are not.

kind, but not really nice.

Part Two: In-depth Analysis

How does the character picture themself?

physically he does not think abt himself at all, mentally he is so consumed by outer stimuli that any inward reflection is uncomfortable/exhausting so he does not think abt himself very much. if he is forced to be alone with his thoughts i do not think he would like himself very much but he would be resigned abt it.

How do others see them?

unpleasant if you do not know him, if you are his friend/he thinks of you as such he will be quite inexpressive but you will get a gentleness that he doesn’t use with others. gives off an aura of discomfort/nervousness (i can’t find it but think of that video of a wet rat trembling).

Most valued possession: the notebook where he keeps his media reviews.

Darkest secret and/or treasured memory: doesn’t really have secrets his life is quite small. treasured memory.. he doesn’t think abt memories like that really.

Are they motivated by possibility or necessity?

he’s not motivated by anything, necessity maybe in terms of avoiding breakdowns or triggers, but even physical necessities like eating/sleeping are difficult for him to be motivated to do.

How do they view the future and/or the past?

does not think abt them, prefers to stay grounded in the present as there is already a lot going on in his head at any given moment.

What kind of energy level do they usually have?

low base level energy, rarely if he is worked up abt something/interested in something he will have a bit more energy.

Do they have a temper?

yes. you can tell when he’s getting upset because he starts getting twitchy and eventually leaves the room.

How do they respond to the surrounding world, the ‘unfamiliar,’ and other people in general?

autistic so all stimuli is very overwhelming and anything unfamiliar takes a lot of work to get used to, and if he doesn’t want to he will not acclimate to it no matter what, even to his detriment. other people are confusing to him and he can’t handle a lot of interaction but he doesn’t dislike them, most of his conflict with other people stems from a lack of understanding on both sides. if it weren’t for that i think he would like to meet new people.

Polite or rude?

he’s not.. rude on purpose but people would think of him that way. that’s me projecting a little im often told i’m rude when i’m just being.. neutral i think.

What kind of ‘public’ face do they display?

none, or at least not intentional. he seems apathetic/detached because he struggles to emote/does not speak, but that rarely changes in public or in private.

Leader or a follower?

neither/follower. a very solitary person but he can be influenced by the people around him to behave a certain way.

More happy by themselves or in a group?

by himself, but he does find enjoyment in being in a group sometimes. he’s content to sit back and watch other people interact like listening to a podcast which is how he grows a little fond of the brothers and their hijinks.

Do they have any addictions/dependencies/fixations/ or other strange behavior?

addicted to cigarettes. he likes bugs a lot more than most, but i don’t know that i’d call it a fixation. i don’t know what classifies as strange behavior.

History/Background

Occupation: probably found some menial office job that pays enough and doesn’t require a lot of interaction/has a strict routine.

Intelligence Level: what does this mean.. intelligence level 9000….

Family:

parents: doesn’t hate them but doesn’t care abt them and vice versa. they don’t talk and they’re both fine with it. older brother: doesn’t get along with him. they don’t talk. younger sister: civil, bordering on friendly relationship. but not close and only speak when they really have to/want to check in on the other.

Friends: before the devildom, none. after the devildom.. none. (that’s not quite true but i’ll elaborate later.)

Combat (<- lol)

Physical Strength: poor

Coordination/Reflexes: also poor

Fighting Style: if he had to fight/defend himself he’d just break down. this is relevant i suppose in the obey me universe.

Unusual Abilities/Powers: absolutely none. average human being. cant cast a spell to save his life. not a magical bone in his body. (the whole lilith descendant thing is.. i just don’t think abt it but lets say it’s true he just didn’t inherit any powers.)

if u r curious i can elaborate on his relationships with the obey me characters but i think this is already too long :0 i’ll leave it here lmk if u want to know more abt him or have any questions.. i like to talk abt him but i didn’t think anybody would like to know.. hope u enjoy this little guy... thank u goodnight *bows*

#oc #juno #ask #trying to answer these questions based on my incoherent scribbles was so. it was so..#does any of this make sense….#but i enjoyed it pls ask any questions you may have -v- if you even have any he is not that interesting #txt

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 2 years

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Should Have Been A Dad (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Tons of swearing, death of parent, abandoment, neglect, verbal abuse and running away

ANGST

Request: Soooo- Ok I wanna give you some freedom with this request. Ima let you chose the character and fandom... But if you don't wanna then a tony stark fic is fine (Im inserting tonys name btw you can change it as I said), anywho so just a fic where R doesn't have any family tony hates them but it turns out tony is there dad but tony only hates them because he doesn't wanna hurt them... preferably F reader…

You hated your life. It was easy enough to state, and everyone always tried to tell you ‘oh, hate’s a strong word, it can’t be that bad!’ and then you explain your situation to them, and they go silent.

The main reason people probably think you were being a drama queen when it came to your situation probably revolved around the fact that you lived in the Avengers tower. Had your own room and everything, but your room was on a totally different floor from everyone else- in fact it was on a floor that Stark had mathematically figured out that people would be least likely to go to. You knew this. FRIDAY had told you.

That led you nicely to your other problem, loneliness. The tower was always bustling with people, but none of them with you. In fact it took an entire year for Captain America to find out you were there, and then when Black Widow and Hawkeye found out about you they presumed you were sneaking in and pulled a gun on you. They rarely came to see you, it usually being by accident, and since you were used to being alone, you struggled socially.

It didn’t mean you didn’t try- you had a few friends in school, people who in some way related to your situation, whether that being ignored and neglected by their family, feeling hated and as an outsider, or even not having a family. You fit all of that- your mom had died about 2 years ago now, her family being uber religious and immediately refusing to take any responsibility for her ‘mistake’, and somehow, someway, Tony Stark ended up as your primary caregiver. What a joke. He did the bare minimum, providing shelter, food and an education, but that was it. There was no checking in to make sure you were okay, not even asking how your day was. In fact it was the opposite, he couldn’t stand you, he barely spoke to you, and when he did he insulted everything he could- your grades, you being behind on homework, your awkwardness- he even insulted you for being upset and struggling!

You hated him. You despised him. He didn’t have to sign those papers but he did, and you wish he didn’t! You couldn’t wait to be old enough to buy your own car and drive far, far away from him and the hell he had put you through. However, maybe you didn’t have to wait as long as you thought…

One of your friends had suggested this plan to you a few months ago, really at the time it was just a fantasy plan of what you guys wanted to do: you and some of your other friends save up your money and buy a beaten up minivan that one of your friend’s neighbour’s had that they wanted to sell, throw the bare essentials in the back and just go. At the time you all laughed about it, saying how it was something doable back in the 70’s and 80’s, but not really now. However, with that thought in your head, you started saving money. You got a job after school and worked hard, even earning some bonusses, and it also meant you didn’t have to spend more time with Stark. Not long after getting a bonus, your friends also shared with you that they were doing the same. It was then one of your friends suggested a sleepover that weekend.

In that sleepover, you stayed up all night, planning. You plotted out how much this would actually cost to do- the cost of the van, the cost of gas for hundreds of miles, the cost of food, hotels, and ideas for ideal locations. One of your friends pointed you to a house that was in the family’s name though no one lived there a few states over in a small town where renting would be cheaper and job opportunities better, and the house was big enough for you all. Some of you even talked about who would share what rooms when you got there. You discussed what you’d need to bring, what you’d need to leave behind, and how much left you guys needed to save. After figuring out how long it would take you guys to reach that goal, you set a date: in 6 months, you’d pack your bags, and leave for good, leaving behind anything that held no sentimental value, and going to start anew with the only people who you really connected with anymore.

That date was finally upon you.

As you sat eating dinner alone, you couldn’t get off your phone. You had one suitcase packed, and you just needed to do the final bit tonight for your backpack, and then you could go. Your friend had bought the van and had cleaned it out and made sure everything was in running order with electricity and heating, and packed the back with pillows and blankets. Two of your friends were gonna have a sleepover with her, and you and one other were gonna meet up and walk the rest of the way at an agreed time.

“What are you doing?” The voice immediately ruined your excitement as you put your phone in your pocket, looking up at Tony who was stood in the doorway.

“...Having dinner.” You answered, looking down at your food, picking at it. You’d long learned that you shouldn’t give him information- he’ll use it against you.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” He asked, walking closer.

“I quit.”

“When?”

“This morning.”

“Why?”

“I’ve got my eye on another job and it’ll be better for me.” You responded bluntly, putting food into your mouth purely so you wouldn’t have to respond to him for a while. Tony came closer, sitting opposite you at the table, and he stared at you. You looked at him, chewing and swallowing. “What?”

“Your grades are low.”

“Oh not this shit again.” You groaned, leaning away from the table, turning away, though Tony grabbed your hand to keep you at the table.

“We need to talk about this-”

“No we don’t! I already know what you’re gonna say! ‘Y/N, you’re so lazy, get it together, Y/N, I know you’re stupid but can you atleast try, Y/N, you’re making me look bad, stop being so pathetic, try harder!’” You mimicked him, repeating genuine things he had said to you before pulling your hand away from his, getting up from your seat.

“Y/N, please-” Tony got up, going to follow you when you turned around.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Tony! I hate you! You’ve made my life hell! When my mom died and her family called me a bastard and refused to love me, the last thing I needed was some rich asshole taking me in just to neglect and abuse me! I wish you’d just left me for dead, dropping me off in some group home! I’d be so much happier!” You snapped at him. Tony stood there, surprised by your outburst, but for you it felt so good to finally get it off your chest. The best part? You wouldn’t face repercussions, you’d be gone in a few hours. Everything you’d felt for so long, was finally coming out. Sure there was a flood of tears, but there was also a proud grin. “I can’t wait to get as far away as possible from you.”

“Y/N, that won’t be for a few more years, so how about we try starting anew, okay? Let’s try and patch things up.” Tony tried to calm you down, reaching to put a hand on your shoulder that you tore away and pushed him away.

“I want nothing to do with you. I don’t want a thing to do with you. I don’t want a relationship, I don’t want to even breath the same air as you, Tony.” You told him. “So go hang out with your little superhero friends who can stand you, because I can’t. Go on, now!” You told him, shooing him with your hand. Tony sighed defeated, pinching his nose, before turning to leave the room. He stopped in the doorway to turn to you, pointing to you.

“We’re talking about this in the morning.” He stated before leaving. You grinned, turning and going to your room to finish packing your bag and asking your friend if they wanted to meet up earlier- they agreed.

Tony arrived back on your floor in the early mornings, seeing your dinner from the night prior, cold and forgotten. He sighed, before going to your bedroom door, and knocking. “Y/N, it’s me. Look, we need to talk…” He said, waiting for a response, though he didn’t get one. He took a deep breath… let the barriers down… be honest… “There’s things I didn’t tell you, things I should have told you from the beginning…”

“I don’t hate you. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made those comments or made you feel so alone… I do care about you… it’s why I took you in when your mom died… I loved her… if she saw how I’ve treated you, she’d kill me… I’ve not been a good dad… I know I could have done tons better, there’s no excuse… but I want to do better. Please, just… one more chance.”

He waited another moment for a response, for you to tell him to leave, for you to open the door, for anything, but nothing. He tried the handle, finding it unlocked and peaking his head in, expecting a book or lamp to be thrown at him, but nothing. He turned the lights on, immediately noticing the lack of a teenager in the room. He walked in closer, nothing your school backpack missing, but it was a weekend… then he saw the note.

Tony,

I’ve gone to be happy with people who get me. We’re fine, we’ve planned this for months, we’ll be fine. Don’t look for me. If you care about me, leave me to be happy.

Y/N.

“FRIDAY call the cops, I need to report Y/N as missing. Now.”

“Mr Stark-”

“NOW!” He demanded, checking to see what you had taken and what you had left, trying for the life of him to remember what you owned so he knew what to report was taken. He knew that since you’d ran away and had left a note saying so, and that you’d gone with friends that the cops wouldn’t take your case seriously- but he’d heard that a thousand times, always when talking about missing and dead kids who were found after finding themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people. Worst of all, he knew that if anything happened to you, it would be purely his fault. He drove you away, he made you despise life so much you were willing to just get in some car with friends and drive into the sunlight hoping for a better life. He had no idea where you planned to go, how far, he didn’t know who you had gone with, he didn’t know if the people you had gone with were genuine and would look out for you if something was to happen- what if you’d gotten mixed into the wrong crowd? It would explain your dropping grades… he should have tried harder a lot sooner, he should have been kinder…

He should have been your dad.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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frenchfrywrites · 2 years

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If you still have nsfw requests open what abt monster dick mc with a charmed fl3shlight of the bros/side characters (minus luke, but i feel thats obvious)

Monster dick MC fucking a charmed fleshlight

MINORS DNI

Anon i want to kiss you directly on the lips for requesting this. I had the time of my life writing these. Not sure if the monster dick really comes through here, but I tried my best to imply it.

Warnings: toys, sexting, mild exhibitionism (in Satan’s), breeding kink (in Beel's), consensual somno (in Belphie's), sounding (in Solomon's), genitals ambiguous for the chars, amab mc/reader

Lucifer:

You better not use it while he’s in public!

He makes that wildly clear as soon as he finds out about it (and no doubt he mysteriously finds out about it before you get the chance to use it).

What he likes is if you use it when he’s been holed up in his office, working for far too long

Lucifer’s been working for hours when he gets a text from you- an eggplant emoji that you’ve taken to using as a simple way to ask if you can use the fleshlight. He sends back an “ok” sticker and then he feels it. Your lubed fingers circling the hole of the charmed fleshlight, then sliding into it. He cries out, crumpling the paper he was writing on. He tries his best to flatten the paper while simultaneously grinding his hips back against your fingers, even though he knows that won’t work, and it just makes him look like a desperate whore rutting against his desk chair. When you pull your fingers out and replace them with your cock his hands shoot up to cover his mouth so no one hears him call out your name, cumming embarrassingly quick in his pants.

Mammon:

He gets kinda pouty if you use it instead of coming to fuck him in person

Best thing is to use it as "punishment"

If he's ever being bratty you making him watch as you fuck the fleshlight, yet he can still feel you fucking him

Mammon is tied up sitting on the bed watching you hungrily as you sit in a chair across from him. You pour lube into the toy causing him to bite his lip at the strange sensation. You tease the hole of the toy with your thick head, making Mammon beg for you to fuck the toy. When you insert your dick he gasps and pulls against the restraints, shaking as you slowly sink inch by inch into the toy. He’s so shocked at how realistic it feels, it feels like you’re deep inside him, churning his guts as you pound into him. But even though it feels like he’s being fucked, he's not, and therefore he’ll be begging the whole time that you fuck him properly.

Levi:

Let’s be honest he’s the one who bought the toy for you

He begs that you try it out even though he’s kind of prepared to be disappointed, thinking it’s probably a scam

When he feels your fingers on his hole his mind is racing through a million scenarios of you using the toy

Levi had just finished up his (long and very informative) explanation of what was so special about the fleshlight he'd gotten you. He’d wrapped it all up with a disclaimer that it probably didn’t even work. And yet here he is looking at you expectantly from where you’re both sitting in his bathtub bed. You huff out a laugh and roll your eyes as you shimmy out of your pants. Grabbing the lube you note that Levi’s breathing has gotten heavier, and he’s already hard. So you lightly tease him for getting hot and bothered just from seeing your flaccid cock. He stutters out some excuse but shuts up when you pour the lube into the fleshlight. You ask if it works, if he can feel it, and he immediately starts gushing about how poggers this is, and begging you to start fucking the fleshlight already.

Satan:

The first time you use it he was in the library, though luckily no one was around to see the way he- to no success- tried to conceal the way he fell apart

Afterwards if anyone takes notice of the way he walks back to the house of Lamentation with a slight limp and the way he’s walking holding books in front of his crotch, they do not bring it up

He thinks its stupid that you would buy that instead of actually fucking him

Thoroughly amused you read Satan’s passive aggressive texts to you from his room about how he can feel that you’re using the toy again, that you should just make the short walk to his room and fuck him properly. Ignoring him you slide your cock in, and the texts stop abruptly. Then you get a call. You continue to thrust your cock into the toy as Satan attempts to convince you to come over between begging and whining for you to pick up the pace and go harder. He babbles about how he can feel it in his stomach, that he wants you here so when you finish he can feel you fill him up with your cum. He’s going to want you to come fuck him again properly when you're done.

Asmo:

Obsessed with the toy, and thinks it’s so much fun

When you text him a heads up he likes to stuff himself with a vibe so it feels like double penetration

Sometimes he calls you in the moment to rave about how good it feels, and sometimes he’ll just wait until you’re done so he can come find you for round two

As soon as Asmo read the text from you he dropped his eyeliner and grabbed a random vibrator. He snaps a quick pick of the one he’s using- as a way of showing he’s ready on his end, then lubes it up and stretches himself as he feels you tease the entrance of the toy. When you slide in he gets adjusted to your phantom stretch before stuffing in the vibrator, crying out obscenely at the sensation of your long, thick cock fucking him alongside the vibrator. It’s such a unique sensation, unparalleled by anything else he’s experienced. He loves it almost as much as he loves you fucking him normally. Almost. But in the end you fucking him in person is far better, and he knows as soon as you’ve both cum he’ll be rushing (with a slight limp) to your room for more.

Beelzebub:

Give him a heads up before you use the fleshlight so he doesn’t hurt himself if you use it while he’s working out

He probably doesn’t like it too much because he doesn’t like that you can’t breed him with your cum when you finish

He also doesn’t like that he can’t see you so he begs for facetimes when/if you use it

Beel is uncharacteristically pouting when you answer his facetime, whining that he doesn’t like this toy very much, and that you should just come and fuck him. You explain this is like a prelude for what's to come later, and his temperament shifts a bit, smiling at the promise of you pounding him in person after. When you slide your cock into the toy the phone shakes a bit as Beel cries out. He’s so frustrated because it feels so good- of course it does when it's you, but he wants to be able to kiss you and taste you and feel your skin. Beel gets fed up with all this so he slowly and shakily makes his way to your room, stopping to catch his breath as you continue to fuck the toy while he walks.

Belphegor:

Obsessed with you using it while he’s sleeping

Or if you let him use it on you while you're sleeping

He’s much rather fuck you with the fleshlight than ride you, and he’s desperate to feel you fucking him whenever he can get the chance

You wake up to Belphie's loud and breathy moans in your ear. He’s jerking you off with the charmed fleshlight, grinding his cock against you as he feels the sensations of you fucking him. His eyes are scrunched shut, so when you thrust your hips into the toy it catches him off guard and he cums, staining your pajamas with his jizz. His eyes open and he kisses you sloppily as he picks up the pace, whining and whimpering into your mouth as he does. Once you've cum inside the toy Belphie throws it to the ground, and despite both of you having cum all over, he pulls up the blankets and promptly falls back asleep, leaving you to either try to fall back asleep or clean the two of you up with no help from him.

You could probably get the most use out of it with the side chars

Diavolo:

A solution for when he wants to get dicked down but can’t make it to the house of Lamentation or you can’t get to the castle

(not a perfect solution though, he still heavily prefers you fucking him in person over this)

He becomes more desperate though, begging for you to fuck the fleshlight every night (and the morning after) that he’s not with you.

You open your phone to 30 new messages from Diavolo begging that you fuck him and laugh. You send him a kissy sticker before lubing up your cock and teasing the opening of the fleshlight with the head of your cock. Diavolo sends you a series of key smashes- a thing he’d recently learned about from Levi, then a picture of his hole slick with lube and slightly gaping. You groan, easing the toy down your cock. The texts stop as you pound your dick into the fleshlight, but start right up again when you’ve cum. You get his half thought out praises, pictures of the aftermath of his orgasm, and so many heart emojis before he sends his goodnight text.

Barbatos:

Like Beel give him a heads up to make sure he’s not cooking or attending to Diavolo

But oh boy does he loves this toy sm

Loves that he can comfortably lay back while you pound into the toy

Barbatos gets the heads up text that you’ll be using the charmed toy when he’s taking a bath. He gives you permission, shyly taking a picture of himself in the bath, to which he receives copious praise and compliments from you. He feels himself blush, fidgeting as the anticipation builds. When he feels the ghost-like sensation of your lubed up cock rub against his hole he whimpers, relaxing as best as he can for the stretch that your huge cock gives him. He grips the edge of the tub as you slowly and sweetly fuck the toy. It's nice- the experience of getting fucked in the bathtub without the mess. He cums when you do, calling you immediately after, giddy to talk about how it felt and how much he loved it.

Simeon:

No matter how often you use it every time you do he gets so scared because he forgets how it feels to have you touching him but not there with him

Like Beel he wants to be able to hear and see you when you “fuck him” so he’ll text you asking that you facetime him (he cant figure out to do it on his own lol)

Highly prefers you fucking him in person but on nights when he's alone it's kinda nice

You facetime Simeon before going to bed, holding up the fleshlight with a wink and hearing him sputter on the other end. He lays back against his pillows, running his fingers along his chest as you lube up your cock. When you ease your dick into the toy, very slowly so he can adjust to the stretch, Simeon whines and whimpers, accidentally dropping the phone, then propping it up on a pillow to make sure that doesn't happen again. He reaches down to touch himself, like you taught him, time with your thrusts. By the time you’ve cum the first time he’s given you two orgasms already, sobbing from the overstimulation, and trying to muffle the way he calls out your name by shoving his face into the pillow.

Solomon:

Has a matching charmed dildo that he fucks his hole with lol

You guys take turns fucking around with each other with said toys

One night he uses the dildo so you can feel him, and the next you use your fleshlight so he can feel your cock

Last night Solomon had fucked himself on his charmed dildo for hours, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you. Tonight you’re going to get payback. You text him a picture of your lubed up cock and the fleshlight as a warning. He sends back a selfie of his hard dick, plugged up with a sounding rod and he’s giving you a thumbs up. You laugh, rubbing your head against the entrance for a moment then thrusting fully in. Once in you wait for him to adjust before fucking the toy with a brutal pace. When you finally get tired out Solomon facetimes you, showing you the aftermath, and listening to your heavy praise. Then you walk him through some aftercare and fall asleep, never hanging up once.

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just say goodnight n go | chapter 03.

pairing ↠ jin x reader, fuckboy!jungkook x reader

word count ↠ 8.9k

18+ | warnings ↠ grivieng character, a little bit of jealousy, swearing.

summary ↠ when your mother passes away, you go back to your college student life, only to find out the guy you liked (and were friends with benefits with) had a girlfriend now. trying to get over him and your mother’s passing, seokjin, the friend of a friend wants you to give him a chance. will you find your way back to yourself?

A/N ↠ so I’m back with another one andtoday I offer a lil bit of fluff with kim seokjin! YES!! on this one I decided to insert some poorly edited social media au (?). is it cringy? also this one is longer than the previous chaps, is it too long? please lemme know. anyway, I hope you enjoy this story and feel free to give me your honest feedback.

and also here’s a playlist for you to listen while you read :)

⋘ Ch 02

“Of course you can say whatever you want, if you find the elements to support your arguments, but I can always disagree if I find elements to support my own counterarguments’’, Han gyosunim states running her eyes through the classroom, so she could make brief eye contact with all of your classmates. “So, yes, Cha Songwook-ssi, you can write in your paper that you believe the gothic movement bases its aesthetics on German Expressionism, you only need to convince me”.

It was always him. Always Cha Songwook with his never ending questions (most of them stupid) hampering the professors from dismissing their classes. Seriously, this guy… Can’t he just write whatever the fuck he wants and wait for the goddamn evaluation?

Han gyosunim looks at her watch and, then, starts again.

“Well, our time today is up… If you have any more questions you can email me anytime, ok? Wish you all a pleasant day!”

You gather your stuff calmly, stuffing them into your backpack. You greet your professor on your way out as you head towards the door.

In the corridor, you run into two girls who are attending the same classes as you this term. As you took a leave of absence, your actual classmates were one semester ahead of you, Jungkook for example, was one of them. So you had to mingle again, in case you skipped any classes, you’d have someone to lend you their notes. They recognize you and flash you warm smiles.

“Y/n! We didn’t have any chance to catch up… I’m happy to see you’re back”, Hyori, the redheaded one, says, looking at you with kind eyes. “How are you? We are very sorry for your loss”.

The dreaded question pops up again. Poor thing, she’s just trying to be nice, but you really did not feel like explaining anything, especially to someone who wasn’t exactly close to you. Of course you weren’t fine… Why do people insist on asking?

“Thank you, Hyori. I think I can say I’m getting by”, you laugh awkwardly. “What about you, girls? How are things?”

“We’re ok”, the other one, Jinshil, replies. “Definitely did not miss college, but ok”.

You join her and laugh a very plastic laugh, trying to be as nice as you can. You hate small talk with every fiber of your being.

“I kind of did, surprisingly. I’ve postponed taking Photography as much as I could, though, but here I am now. Not as bad as I thought, but it’s still bad”.

“Yeah, I didn’t know you hadn’t taken Photography yet, so I was surprised to see you there”, Hyori points out. “I also thought I’d hate it, but it turns out I love Han gyosunim’s classes”.

“Yeah, she’s… great. An inspiring woman, right?”, you try.

You see the girls eyes fixating on something behind you, appalled. Jinshil’s jaw drops and you can’t help but to follow their gaze, only to find Jungkook walking towards you. A warm smile hangs on his lips when you turn to look at him. He is dressed in a light blue sweatshirt that made him look amazing, as always.

“Hello, ladies”, he smiles at the girls and turns to you, bumping his shoulder playfully into yours. “Hey, what are you up to?”

“This was my last class today”, you state pointing to Han gyosunim’s classroom with your thumb. “So, I’ll be heading home to take a well deserved nap”.

He laughs and it feels like music to your ears.

“Why did I even ask?”, he shakes his head at you. “Anyway… If you girls need any help with this class, don’t hesitate to ask, ok? Photography isn’t exactly an easy one”.

“Aww, thanks, oppa!” Jinshil says a little too excited for your taste.

But then again, you had no right to feel any type of way.

“No need to call me oppa, Jinshil, I’ve already told you that”, he states it with a grin, his eyes looking like small crescent moons. He was passive aggressively trying to be nice. “Anyway, I’ll get going, just wanted to say hi”.

Both Jinshil and Hyori say their faintly sly “goodbyes” to Jungkook at the same time, which makes him laugh a bit.

“Bye, Kook”, you wave your hand at him.

“I’ll see you later today, right? At the house? Namjoon hyung will be there too”, he says, already walking away backwards, so he could still look at you as he spoke.

“Hmm, no promises, I need to start studying for Photography, but maybe I’ll swing by”.

“Oh, come on, Y/n!” He furrows his brows. “You know what? I’ll ask Jimin to convince you”.

“I do need to study, Kook”, you dismiss him with your hands.

“We’ll see”.

Scrunching his little nose as he smiled at you, looking like a cute little bunny, he waves goodbye and turns around, walking away. You can’t take your eyes off him until he’s disappeared from your sight. Well, that’s your cue, enough small talk for today. As you turn to face the girls again, you notice they are looking at you with curious expressions. Weird.

“Y/n… Can I ask you something?” Jinshil starts.

“Yeah, sure”, you reply curiously.

“Was the break-up peaceful?”

“Whose break-up?!” you ask, cocking one of your eyebrows, with a dumbfounded expression.

What the fuck?

“Well, you and Jungkook… you broke up, right? He’s dating someone else now, isn’t he?” She asks again, speaking in a lower tone. “I thought you wouldn’t be speaking to each other after… You know?”

Again: what the fuck? What was she talking about? Did people know anything about you? And if they did, what the fuck does she have to do with it? “I’ll ask again, Jinshil, what break-up? Jungkook and I are friends! Where did that come from?” you try to soften your tone as much as possible, in an attempt to sound baffled by her assumptions.

Truthfully, you just wanted to say “mind your own fucking business”, but then again, you couldn’t even be rude, they were nerds, you’d need their help at some point, you knew it!

“Well… We all thought-”

“Sorry, you’re mistaken, sweetie. We are just friends”.

“Oh… ok”.

Hyori, who was, until this point, a silent listener decides to participate too.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, . Not sound like a gossip, but… Er… But, last year Park Woosung kinda saw you two, like, making out at one of his frat parties and… He kinda told some people, like, from our department. We all kinda knew you two dated since then. You two are always together, you treat each other like boyfriend and girlfriend. I mean, it was none of anyone’s business, but…”

Your own jaw drops by now.

“That’s why I asked… You two were pretty much a couple in everyone’s eyes”, Jinshil stated with an apologetic tone, looking you in the eyes. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything”.

You were still processing the new piece of information you have just received. Ok, so, pretty much all of your classmates and some other students from your department knew about you and Jungkook. Who else knows? That’s the question. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. If Namjoon ever finds out about it he’d be fucking pissed.

And now everyone probably pities you, since they all know you two were a thing. You still kinda are. You didn’t even know for, it was too fucking complicated already and people sticking their noses into it made it all worse. Fuck.

You laugh, that’s what you do. You try to sound convincing, you can say that. They look at you curiously, knowing you were about to spill some more gossip.

“Nah, it’s ok, sweetie”, you declare nonchalantly. You try, at least. “We are really just friends…It was a one time thing- The… What Park Woosung saw. We were drunk and you know? It happens, am I right? Anyway, I can hear my bed calling for me. Gotta go. See you later, ok?”

“Oh, ok. Sure. See you later”, Hyori waves her hand at you, looking a little awkward now.

“Bye, Y/n”, Jinshil follows, looking as awkward as her friend.

You turn around feeling disoriented, you just need to get as distant as you can from these girls. You definitely did not see it coming.

Fuuuuuuck.

To make matters worse, your situation with Jungkook was exactly the same, you two were still seeing each other in secret, only this time, it was behind his girlfriend’s back. And well, it’s not so much of a secret anymore, people were starting to notice there was something going on between you two, it was only a matter of time until someone else found out you were back “together”. You can already predict everything Eunjoo is going to say about this, if you decide to tell her.

You feel your phone vibrating in your pocket and you see a text from Seokjin.

jin [3:37 pm]: coffee? 🧐

You [3:37 pm]: yea, meet u there :)

“How can someone who studies filmmaking hate photography? That’s absurd”, Jin asks you dumbfounded.

You’re sitting next to him on a bench near his favorite coffee shop. You two were making a habit out of coming here for some much needed dose of coffee in the afternoon.

“Well, there are three hundred other things I can do in a movie set, you know?”, you ask, sitting beside him on the bench. “And I’m only complaining about the goddamn assignment, it’s only week 3! And also, don’t argue with the expert, ok?”

“You’re the one who started complaining about your gyosunim, you know? I just invited you for a coffee, you could’ve talked about the weather or I don’t know…” he takes a sip of his iced latte. “Now you’re gonna have to listen to my remarks”.

You roll your eyes at him and he laughs. Honestly, the thing Jin does the most in his existence is laughing. And he laughs like means it, like he’s actually enjoying the little things that happen every day. And, well, now you know him enough to know that he really is.

Your favorite thing about him is he’s not embarrassed of it. He feels genuinely comfortable in his own skin and that’s something you actually admire. Most of the time you spend together, you laugh at his gaudy laugh.

Being around him was, actually, a breath of fresh air. And you needed it desperately. You needed to feel like you were able to breathe again, without feeling the lingering sense of heaviness in your chest. And you are able to do that when he’s around. Your friendship is, in one word, refreshing.

“Do you mind?” You ask him, showing your pack of cigarettes.

“You know I don’t”, he answers with a soft tone, with the corner of his lips turned upwards.

You light up your cigarette, taking a long pull on it. You close your eyes for a second, feeling the instant relaxation the nicotine provides.

“As you told me to talk about the weather, here I go. It’s kinda hot today, isn’t it? Hate it”, you state it as you squint your eyes, looking at the clear blue skies. Today reminds you of a song Namjoon likes I wish I had a bullet big enough to fucking kill the Sun, I’m sick of songs about the summer and I hate everyone. Yeah, it was a good song. Also, your current mood.

“I mean, I hate it when I’m trapped between college and that stupid law firm”, he runs his hands through his hair, taking his fringe away from his eyes. He looks divine with his forehead exposed, his bleached locks messily parted to the sides highlighting how gorgeous his face looks.

Actually, Seokjin is bewitching. He didn’t only have a pretty face, he also had a very nice body combined with an amazing personality. He is a real knockout and especially right now, inside of a fucking tuxedo, it was unfair.

“But if the sun is still out on the weekend, we could go to the beach or something, what do you think? My family owns a house in Jeju, we could drive there on Friday night and come back on Sunday”, he continues.

“Yeah, I’d love to! Namjoon will be a hundred percent down too, he’s been talking about going to the beach nonstop”.

He bites his plump pink lips.

”Yeah… I was thinking more like, only the two of us… If you want to, of course”, he says it in a faint tone.

The invitation catches you off guard… Was he asking you on a date or something? A weekend in his family house? When did you two get to this level? Your brain was in full code red mode! You don’t want to say “no”, though.

But that’s the worst part, you didn’t feel like declining this invitation. Things between you and Jungkook were fine, weren’t they? Why did you feel like accepting an invitation to spend the weekend in Jeju island with another guy?

And why the fuck did Seokjin have to do that in person??? Doesn’t he know this kind of thing needs to be discussed with your friends first? The right thing to do was ask you via text message, so you could talk to Eunjoo before giving your final answer!! It’s the 21st century, doesn’t he know the rules? My God!

He cocks his head, never breaking eye contact. As much as his face remained stoic, you could see the anticipation in his eyes, they had a different blaze in them.

“It doesn’t have to be a date”, he tries again.

“Ok”, you just say it, flashing him a nice smile. “It’s nice of you, Jin”.

Well, fuck it. How could you say “no”? You definitely couldn’t. Not when he looked at you like that. So far, the only thing he wanted was to spend time with you, he never asked for anything in return. What’s the problem of spending a weekend with your friend? It’s a normal thing to do. It makes you soft… He makes you soft.

Fuck, why are you thinking those things about him? He’s just a friend.

“‘Ok’? Really? I thought you were about to say no”, he says, placing one of his hands on his chest dramatically. “It would be awful, I’d have to ignore you for the rest of my life”.

You laugh.

“Why?”

“Well, you’d hurt my ego, y’know? I’m not used to hearing ‘no’ when I ask someone out”, he replies with a smirk.

“You’ve just told me it doesn’t have to be a date, Kim Seokjin-ssi”, you squint, poking him on the chest with your free hand.

You take another pull at your cigarette, already feeling your head a little less heavy on your shoulders. Jin’s smirk still lingering on his lips. You could feel your cheeks burn as you blushed.

“Why are you smiling?”, you ask him, also smirking.

He doesn’t say anything and his eyes never leave you. Smirk untouched on his plump lips.

“Answer me!” You whine.

He parts his lips, but before any sound could leave his mouth, out the fucking blue, something hits your hand and your cigarette falls instantly to the floor. Dumbfounded, you look in the direction this sudden stroke came and you find a grumpy Namjoon, with his arms crossed, alongside a smiling Hobi.

The contrast, my friends…

“Really, Kim Namjoon-ssi?”

“You promised me you’d quit smoking, Y/n”, your brother states with an accusing tone.

“I will, but it’s a fucking process, you understand how the human brain works, don’t you, mister biologist? Give me time!” You point to the cigarette on the floor. “Also, this is pollution, you should know better”.

He huffs, but picks it up, putting it out on the metallic surface of the trash can and throws it away properly. Hobi and Jin just patiently watch the interaction between you and your brother, probably none of them feel like getting between family.

He, then, acts like nothing had happened, flashing a friendly smile in your direction, proudly showing his dimple to you.

“Hey, Jin, did Y/n invite you to come to the frat house tonight? There’ll be lots of tequila”, your brother asks, trying to sound as inviting as he could.

In the past few weeks, Eunjoo managed to persuade Namjoon into thinking it was a good idea to play matchmaking with you and Seokjin. So now he has joined her in the never ending quest to make the two of you fall in love. This was probably something he’d tell her later on today, how he “invited Seokjin over to the frat house so you two could spend more time together”. Both of them were positive you wouldn’t be able to resist much longer.

We’ll see. Only one of them knows about you and Jungkook and Eunjoo had a personal agenda against your relationship, so her opinion doesn’t count.

Jin cocks his brows and looks at you. You shake your head to him, furrowing your own brows.

“No, because my plans today involve studying fucking photography. I don’t know about you guys’ majors, but mine involves a hell lot of studying”, you turn to your brother as you answer him.

“Come on, Y/n! It’s gonna be just us”, Hobi gets closer to you, all excited. You notice he smells extra nice today.

“Is this a new perfume, Hobi?”, you sniff the air close to him.

“Yes! Why? Don’t you like it?” he asks hesitantly.

Weird, he’s always so confident. Luckily, Hobi’s mind works similarly to the mind of a toddler, you just need to keep on talking about his perfume and everyone else would have to stop talking about tonight’s gathering.

“I hope you do, cause it was fucking expensive!” He continues.

“He’s trying to smell nice for someone, don’t bother asking me who, because he refuses to tell us who it is. And since we’re here, Y/n, give him your female input, please”, Namjoon points to Hobi’s neck. “I can’t stand it anymore, he doesn’t stop talking about fucking perfumes… Maybe your opinion will make him drop the subject”.

“Woah, man, I have feelings, you know? Am I annoying you that much?”, he pouts.

“Nevermind my grumpy brother… Come here, Hobi”, you say, placing your hand on the side of his neck.

Hobi gets closer to you, tilting his head to the side so you could get as close as possible to his neck. You lean over to him, placing your nose on his warm skin, sniffing faintly and feeling the soft citrus scent emanating from him. It was really pleasant and if it was someone else’s neck, you’d be super turned one right now. Ok, maybe not in front of your brother, but you’d be dreaming about this neck for weeks.

Not that he was unattractive or anything, it’s just that Hobi wasn’t really your type, but you understand the appeal he had to the girls on campus. He is super cute, he has a heart of gold, a great sense of humour and he dances like a pro, his hips have a life of their own.

“So, what do you think?” he asks with doe-eyes, when he turns to face you again.

You hear Jin clearing his throat at your side.

“This might be the best scent I’ve smelled in my life, it’s amazing, Hobi, she’ll love it! Come back here…” you say as you place your hand back on Hobi’s neck, leaning over in his direction again.

“YAAA, Y/N! That’s enought” you feel Jin’s hands pulling you back by the hips, his big warm hands on your slim figure, as you let go of Hobi’s neck falling on your butt back on the bench you were sitting minutes ago. “Your coffee is getting cold, here”.

He states it, placing the plastic cup in your hands. You look at him dumbfounded. What is men’s problem? First of all, Hobi is your friend. Second of all, Jin is also just your friend.

Namjoon flashes you a grin, like he’s saying “see? Eunjoo and I are right about you two” with his fucking dragon eyes and throws an arm around Hobi’s shoulders.

“See? She will love it, now let’s get going…”, he kisses your forehead and waves Seokjin goodbye. “Text me when you get home, ok? Maybe I’ll spend the night at the frat house, not sure”.

“Ok, Joonie. Have fun”, you flash both of them a faint smile. “Bye, Hobi, good luck with your new girl”.

He mouths you a “thank you” and turns around, sprinting to join Namjoon, who was way ahead already, since he’s a fast walker due to his long legs. When you can no longer see Hobi and Joon, you look at Jin, who seemed to be way too busy with the lid of his cup to give you his attention right now.

“What was that about?”, the sound of your voice makes him look at you and you cock one of your eyebrows.

“What was what?”

“With Hobi… He’s my friend, you know?”

He smirks. He fucking decides to smirk right now. His fucking perfect smirk. Those white aligned teeth contrasting against his plump pinkish lips of his. He’s so goddamn handsome…

“Well, your coffee was getting cold… And I paid for it, you know? Didn’t want to hear you complaining it was spoiled and then throwing it away”, he states nonchalantly.

Of course, he always has a comeback.

“I see… Do you want your money back, then?”

“Of course not, in the future, I don’t want to hear you telling people that I made you pay for things on our dates”.

“Is this a date? I wasn’t aware”, you challenge.

“I didn’t tell you, because I was afraid you’d say no, but all of our coffees dates are actual dates in my mind”, he declares playfully as he checks his watch. “Hey, babygirl, I gotta get going, ok? Have to be in the office in 20”.

And yes, he had started calling you his babygirl.

Like, it wasn’t only that one time at the boys’ house, the pet name occasionally rolled off his tongue, like it was nothing and it always caught you off guard. You were fucking weak, you knew. You should definitely warn him you were already in a very complicated situation with Jungkook, you did not need to complicate things even further by stalling the guy.

But it was hard, ok? You are a human being, therefore, flawed. As you stated before, you are weak and your main weakness is: good-looking men. This is probably what got you into your “Jungkook situation” and that’s probably gonna lead you into a “Jin situation” in the near future. If only he was a little less… Well, a little less attentive, caring and a lot less handsome, you’d easily push him away. But yeah, you’re fucking weak.

And he’s a big boy, he should know better. He knows about you and Jungkook.

“Sure, Jinie”, you flash him a faint smile, as you get to your feet. “I’m trying to decide wether I should go home for a nap or be responsible and stay on campus so I can start working on that stupid fucking paper”.

“You know I’m older than you, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You should be calling me oppa instead of ‘Jinie’”.

“Oh, fuck you!” Despite your harsh words, your tone was light and playful.

“I mean it!” he gestures dramatically, again.

“No! I’m not calling you oppa, Seokjin!” You cut him off, while you suppress a laugh.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that… Anyway, you just told them how bad you need to study… I think you already have your answer”, he pats your head.

“Ugh! I know”, you confess as you roll your eyes.

“Then, let’s get going, I’ll walk you to the library”.

He says it as he grabs your hand, not entwining your fingers, just holding it like mothers do to their kids when crossing a street. It, again, catches you off guard. You don’t really know how to react, you just allow him to hold it, looking at his long fingers wrapped around your much smaller hand, guiding you through the gigantic campus.

You and Jungkook never held hands like this, in front of people, there was always a reason to hide. Holding hands in public made something in your chest feel warm. It felt nice.

You’ve been sitting on your ass for the last three and a half hours, reading a copy of “Cinematography: Theory and Practice”. If anyone asks, you’d never admit it, but it’s been a pleasant read (as pleasant as studying goes, of course). Photography isn’t that bad, actually.

Jungkook would laugh at you hard if you ever admit that. But, of course, you wouldn’t. You were a proudful human being.

Even though you didn’t come to the library as much as you should, whenever you do, you end up not really wanting to leave. Maybe it was the relaxing atmosphere or the smell of books, but there is something that makes you want to spend your whole day studying. Well, maybe that’s why libraries exist in the first place. And as much as you’d like to stay, you notice the sun is already set. It’s time to go.

While you gather your stuff, you check your phone and you notice that you hadn’t touched it this whole time. Both Jimin and Jungkook had texted you.

chim chim 🐥 [5:49 pm]: are u home?

chim chim 🐥 [5:49 pm]: if u are, can i come over after practice? real quick

You [7:11 pm]: sorry, i was studying. not home now, but i’ll be soon

You [7:11 pm]: and of course you can come over

You [7:11 pm]: see ya soon 💛

Now, thinking about it, you hadn’t had the opportunity to catch up with Jimin after that night at the frat house, it’d be nice to see him. He probably was going to try to convince you to leave your cave tonight, but he would never do it openly, so it would be easy to be evasive.

kookie [4:28 pm]: what the fuck have i just seen?

You [7:11 pm]: what?? now i’m curious

You [7:11 pm]: sorry i didnt see your text, kookie

You [7:11 pm]: i was studying

After that, you put your phone in your pocket and head home. All you could think of now was taking a hot relaxing shower.

“I know the situation is absolutely shitty, but don’t isolate yourself… Please”, Jimin asks you as he squeezes your cheeks. “Ok, cutie pie?”

“I’m not!” you jerk your head away from his grasp. “But some days are worse than others… I wanna stay in today, plus I really need to study, there’s an assignment that I need to start working on already. I also wanna spend some time with myself. I’m gonna play some relaxing piano tracks and get some work done, since I’ll have the house for myself. I’ll be ok, Chim, really”.

He raises his small pinky to you. Jimin’s hands are chubby and you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve bitten his fingers when you couldn’t resist its cuteness. He hates it.

“I pinky promise I’ll be ok”, you say as you hook your pinkies together.

“Ok, then, I’ll leave you to your paper”, he starts to walk towards the door, his gym bag hanging over his right shoulder.

He really came right after his dance practice, he looked a bit tired, you notice his black hair looked slightly messy under his white cap. It warms your heart seeing he cares enough to come over on a Thursday night just to check up on your dispirited ass, even though he probably had a long day too.

When he reaches the front door, he turns around with open arms, inviting you into a hug. You mimic his body posture and hook your body with his, as he wraps his arms tightly around you. Jimin’s hugs were always comforting and warm, it was just like hugging Namjoon, those kinds of hugs that make you feel like things are gonna be alright again. You’re gonna be happy again.

“If you need me, just text me, alright?” he whispers to you and you can feel the warmth in his voice. “It takes me less than ten minutes to get here”.

“Ok, Chim”.

“I love you”.

Then, he turns around and leaves.

You’re finally alone. Closing the door after Jimin, you allow yourself to take a deep breath. You’ve been holding back tears pretty much the entire day, but now that you are alone it feels like you can’t cry. You are mostly tired.

Tired of yourself, of this situation. Of this big obscure hole in your chest that never seems to disappear. You are also very tired of this lingering numbness this hole seems to be holding inside of you. You could use one of Jimin’s hugs again.

You think of Jungkook and how much you miss him. When he was here, the other night, you felt your chest least heavy with this sense of numbness inside. Would it be wrong to want to feel that again? Is it wrong chasing after him?

Maybe, but who cares? You decided to text him.

Not Eunjoo. Not Namjoon. Not Jimin. You wanted to talk and to be with him. And none of the aforementioned people had the effect he had on you, you loved all of them to death, but they couldn’t be compared to Jungkook. The last text sent to him, still unread, left you still wondering what had happened in today’s afternoon.

You [8:33 pm]: heyyy, having fun?

As much as he hadn’t replied to the last couple of texts, you don’t think it will take him long to reply. He usually texts back quickly, since he’s always with his phone. Actually, he usually texts you back quickly. You hear the boys complaining all the time that Jungkook doesn’t even have the decency to leave them on read, he just doesn’t even bother. He’s just distracted, poor boy.

A minute passes, while you’re staring at your phone’s screen as you anticipate the three dots to appear on your screen when he starts typing his response. But they don’t.

Yeah, he’s at a pseudo party, it was naive of you to think he’d be with his phone. He’s with the boys, you bet they’re getting shitfaced with tequila right now. As much as you’d like to talk to him, it’s fine. You’d be fine. You had to learn how to deal with your shit by yourself, you didn’t have to drag Jungkook along.

You decide to check your Instagram feed, it’s always been the social network you had the most fun while using. You see Jungkook’s profile picture on the top of your screen, which indicates he’s posted a story recently and you decide to check it.

A picture of him and Tae 2 minutes ago. You check the time on the top of your screen. 8:36 pm. Ok, he was kinda busy and he probably had something to drink. Maybe sending him another text would work, since he has his phone with him now for sure.

You [8:37 pm]: kookie, can you call me? i don’t feel so good

You [8:37 pm]: really wanna talk to you

You [8:37 pm]: actually, i’d love to talk to you, don’t need to

Ok, sent. You wait for a few seconds, expecting to see the three dots, but they don’t appear. Back to Instagram, you see Jungkook’s profile picture again, he’s posted another story. You check it again, you see that he and the guys were playing beer pong, you know they love to play it. Taehyung was especially good at it, he was probably winning, as always.

It was posted less than a minute ago.

Less than a fucking minute ago. It means he was deliberately ignoring your texts, he had his phone in his fucking hands while you were trying to reach out to him. The only thing you wanted was to be able to listen to his voice. You are so fucking dumb.

Then it hits you. At the end of the day, that’s how you were always going to be: alone. And it hurts. You’ve always respected the fact that he didn’t want to be in a relationship. That only to find out that he didn’t want to be in a relationship with you. You waited around and you never complained, you allowed him his liberty and you were there, when he needed you. And he’s needed you very often in these past few years. You were always there for him when he looked for you.

Now you need him. Did he even care? Could he at least pretend he does?

He doesn’t even have the decency to text you back. He knows what you’re going through right now and as much as he says he’s here for you, now, when you really need him, he’s not. You feel stupid and ashamed of yourself for trusting him.

It hurts. You feel the tears finally rolling down your cheeks as you feel your heart sinking into your chest. Everything hurts. The tsunami of emotions that hits you brings every single and each feeling you had hidden inside of yourself in these past months.

You think of your mom, of this sense of rejection, of the feeling of never being enough, of Jungkook, of loneliness, of this big hole in your chest that only seems to get bigger and bigger. All at the same time, all of these feelings, almost choking you. The tears never ceasing to stream down your face.

Your phone dings. In a haist, you unlock its screen, not to find the text message you were waiting for.

jin [8:44 pm]: hey, bbygirl

jin [8:44 pm]: what u doin?

And even though this wasn’t the text message you were waiting for, seeing Jin’s name on your phone’s screen did not make you feel disappointed at all. On the contrary, it automatically brought a smile to your face.

You [8:44 pm]: looking for something to watch

You [8:44 pm]: and you?

Yes, you lie. He didn’t need to know about your meltdown.

jin [8:44 pm]: to what do i owe the honor of such a fast reply?

You [8:44 pm]: when i take long to reply, you complain

You [8:44 pm]: when i don’t, you also complain

You [8:44 pm]: can i ever win, seokjin?

jin [8:45 pm]: hey, watch your language

jin [8:45 pm]: to you i’m baby, not seokjin

You [8:45 pm]: 🙄

jin [8:45 pm]: who’s complaining? i’m just surprised

jin [8:45 pm]: anyway

jin [8:45 pm]: came to see yoongi and eunjoo, thought about u

jin [8:45 pm]: just wanted to check up on u

jin [8:45 pm]: i know u r alone today

You [8:46 pm]: honestly?

jin [8:46 pm]: of course

You [8:46 pm]: not great, but i’ll be alright

jin [8:46 pm]: want me to come over?

You [8:46 pm]: don’t worry about me, i’ll be ok

You [8:47 pm]: also dont tell joo

jin [8:47 pm]: ok, wont tell eunjoo

jin [8:47 pm]: but let me rephrase that. do u want company? i wanna see you

You [8:47 pm]: i do

jin [8:47 pm]: ok, luvs

jin [8:47 pm]: i’ll be there in 20

The doorbell rings and you rush to the door. You are nervous. Why are you nervous? It’s Jin! He’s your friend, you are used to being around him. You shake your head, trying to focus on your breathing. Fucking anxiety!

You swing the door open only to find a smiling Seokjin. You can’t help but to smile back. He is wearing a light pink hoodie, a pair of jeans and a black cap. He looks cute, as always, and you notice he’s wearing a different perfume, maybe it was a new one, yes. It was out of this world, wow. He had his hands raised and from them hanged two white plastic bags.

“Heey! What’s this?”, you ask with your brows furrowed, as you step aside, inviting him in.

“I figured you could use a burger”, he says as he walks in your home. “But if you don’t feel like it-”

“No, I do feel like it!”, he smiles, after your excited interruption. “Thanks, oppa!” You finish with an affected tone, batting your eyelashes at him.

He studies your face for a second, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips. His gaze glistens with mischief, then, a second later they soften.

“Keep calling me oppa and you’ll see what’s gonna happen”.

“What?” You deadpan.

“I better not say it, Y/n…”

You roll your eyes; and he laughs. You mouth him a “go ahead” as you turn to close the front door.

“So, I kinda of don’t have a living room, sorry”, you point to Namjoon’s bedroom door. “Namjoon’s room leads to our small and humble balcony, do you want to sit over there?”

“I helped your move, remember? I know your place already”.

“Oh”, you didn’t remember, but it’s true, he helped Namjoon and the boys. You continue. “Yeah. So… We don’t have much to do here, sorry. We can either watch something on my computer or sit on the balcony and eat our hamburgers while stargazing”.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m here to spend time with you, I’m down to whatever it is you’d like to do”, he shifts. “Even if you want to vent out or if you just need a shoulder to cry on. I’m here”.

And there he is, doing it again. Making you feel funny inside.

“I-Well…”, you’re pathetic. It feels like you suddenly forgot how to speak. “I mean, I don’t want to bore you… Wh-what do you prefer?”

“Why don’t we eat outside? I know you’re fond of looking at the night sky”, he suggests with a gentle smile.

“I think this is the first time you agree with anything I’ve said tonight!” You state excitedly.

“Of course! The Last Airbender is for a fact, the best thing that happened… And please, understand I’m not saying it’s the best thing that happened on TV in this century, I’m saying it’s the best thing that happened in this century, period”.

“I agree wholeheartedly, Seokjin! Seriously” you tighten your hold around his hand as you say the last word.

Yes, you are holding hands with Jin. Again. This time, you weren’t worried about prying eyes or anything like that. Not that you were worried earlier today while he walked you to the library, but you felt different. You couldn’t explain precisely, but you felt more at ease with it now.

You had finished eating the burgers he brought, they really tasted wonderful. He bragged about knowing the best places to eat in town, due to his profound expertise in cooking when you pointed out how good they tasted. He was insufferable, sometimes.

Luckily, tonight there were no clouds in the sky, as far as your eyes could see, so you could actually stargaze as you ate your burger. There was also an occasional night breeze that blew softly through your hair whenever you felt the night was getting sultry. It was quite an agreeable night and Seokjin’s company was much appreciated.

You two had spent hours just talking. He started telling you all he knew about the proper way to clean lettuce and then, at some point, you lost track of time and space. You originally wanted to show him how Venus was close to the moon tonight, leaning over the balcony grid, as you always do at night and he followed you. That’s how you ended up where you are now.

Of course you weren’t romantically holding his hand, you were just overly excited with the fact that he was also a huge fan of your favorite TV show. You couldn’t really explain how your hand ended up wrapped around his, but there you were, excitedly talking about Prince Zuko’s impeccable redemption arc.

“I think my favorite episode is that one where we find out that Avatar Roku is also Prince Zuko’s great grandfather, you know? On book three”.

“Oh my God, Seokjin! Mine too!” You answer him excitedly, with an annoyingly high pitched voice. “‘The Avatar and the Firelord’… When we start to realize Aang and Zuko’s destinies are tied with deeper bonds than they think, I love it so much!”

“Fuck, Y/n! The more I get to know you, the harder it gets…”, he states with his lips curling in a sort of smirk, his gaze kinda distant, but never leaving your eyes.

“What’s harder?”, you ask him, quirking one of your brows.

“Nah, nevermind”.

“Seokjin!”

“Forget it…”

“That’s unfair! You know I’m curious”, you whine, the affected tone almost back in your voice.

“You really wanna know?”

“Yeah!”

“Promise you won’t get mad at me for saying it?”

“I won’t”, you state, raising one of your hands dramatically.

“Really?”

“Jin!”

“Ok, if you insist”, he licks his lips, then he continues. “The more I get to know you, the harder it gets not to be head over heels for you”.

He just says it, as if he was informing you the time. You feel your cheeks burning as your heartbeat starts to get faster. You feel like a teenager, it was silly. He makes you feel silly. You’re speechless right now. Your mind was racing, like, this is some serious shit to say to someone!

Yeah, you liked being around him and talking to him and he was pretty much an angel. But you had Jungkook, you lo… like Jungkook a lot. What you have is not over yet, that’s the truth. And you’re not like Jungkook, you don’t want to lead Jin on, it wouldn’t be fair to him. He is genuinely a nice guy, like, really nice and also a close friend. You do care a lot about him.

You look away. You are weak and the way he looked at you made you feel even weaker. The right thing to do is to tell him that you are in the most complicated moment of your life, so far. You’ve lost your mother and you had feelings for Jungkook. But it feels like the words got stuck in your throat. You are so fucking weak.

You open your mouth, trying to find anything to say, but it’s in vain.

“You don’t have to say anything back, you know? I understand you and Jungkook-ssi have… Something going on. But I don’t really care”, he places his pointer finger under your chin, turning your face in his direction, so you’d look at him. His touch setting your entire face on fire. “I just want you to know that when you realize you deserve best, I’ll be around and all you have to do is to give me a chance”.

You just realize he’s just said that while holding your hand, looking you intensely in the eyes. You really don’t know what to say, it moves you to know someone thinks these things about you. That warm feeling spreads all over your chest again and you know it’s no use trying to stop it.

You pull your hand softly and Jin lets go of it. You scratch your brow. You were silent. Truth is, you didn’t know what to say yet, because you don’t know exactly what you’re feeling. You feel like a fucking teenager!

“You… Shouldn’t waste your time with me, Jin, really”, you try.

“Don’t worry, babygirl, I’ve wasted my time with worse ones”, he says as he pats your head.

“Hey!”, you protest, slapping his arm.

And there it is: his laugh. If it belonged to anyone else it would be the most annoying sound in the world. Yet, it isn’t. Instead of being a source of annoyance, it actually always makes you laugh as well.

“It’s true, Y/n! The last one got me bleaching my fucking hair!”.

“Was a girl the reason why you bleached your hair? Ok! Now I need to know the full story!”

“No fucking way, I’m not telling you!”

“Please, oppa!” You whine with the same affected tone as before.

“Aish, it’s not an amusing story, Y/n”, he says as he suppresses a laugh.

“I don’t care, I’m just curious… But if it makes you uncomfortable or anything, nevermind”.

“Fuck… I hate you! You’re manipulating me!” The laugh he was trying to suppress finally comes out and he flashes you the most beautiful and genuine smile.

“I’m not! I swear, really, if it makes you feel weird, you don’t need to tell me”.

“It’s just ridiculous, Yoongi already scolded me for it… Anyway, I don’t know if Eunjoo already mentioned I had a girlfriend…”, he looks at you, squinting his eyes as he cocks one of his eyebrows.

“Yeah, she mentioned you broke up with your ex recently”.

She did more than that, being the gossip she was, not that you had any complaints, because you liked being informed, you know? She told you everything she knew about Jin’s ex-girlfriend, who apparently managed to make every single one of Jin’s friends hate her guts.

“So, yeah. We broke up recently”, he sighs. “We were together for a year and… Anyway, she wasn’t very nice. And near the end, one day, she told me I was. What did she say exactly? Oh, boring and predictable”, he lets out a humourless laugh and your heart sinks. He is none. He continues. “And when we broke up, like, permanently… Her words kept replaying in a loop in my mind”. His gaze was a little distant now, not really looking you in the eyes.

“They aren’t true, by the way. You know that, right?” You tried your best not to interrupt him as he spoke and when he paused for a second, you took the opportunity to state it.

“Yeah… I kinda know?”, he looks at you again. His gaze, now, warmer. “She hurt me a little and… I decided to do something different with my hair. I don’t know why, I just didn’t want to feel like I was boring and predictable. And you were the first one to compliment my new hairstyle, by the way, that’s why I haven’t dyed it black again”.

You can’t help but smile. After the shitty things we went through with his ex, he keeps his bleached locks, because you like them. Was he even real? Fuck!

“Why do you have to be so sweet, Seokjin?” You snort a faint laugh through your nose.

“I don’t know, babygirl… That’s just my amazing personality shining through”, he answers, both corners of his mouth lifting in a flirtatious smile. “Just hope it doesn’t take long for you to let your guard down for me as well…”

You can’t help but let the corners of your mouth lift in a smirk. You feel your face hot. Your cheeks were burning, you were probably as red as a cherry right now. The funny feeling inside already spreaded through your body. He messes with you big time. This would definitely not end well and if you knew better you’d back the fuck off from this. But you notice that with Jin the hole inside of you seems to get smaller as well.

You look him in the eyes, not averting his intense gaze. You smile again and he follows you, his cheeks squeezing his eyes into little crescent moons. You can’t help but notice how beautiful his eyes are, as well.

Especially when he smiles and they look like the moon.

“You’re impossible, Jin!”

“Yeah, maybe”, he declares nonchalantly. He takes his phone from his pocket and checks the time. “Do you have any morning classes tomorrow?”

“Yes… why?”

“Well, I better get going, then. It’s late for those of us who are responsible adults”, he states as he shows you his phone screen.

“That rules out most of my friends and my brother from the ‘responsible adults’ list”.

Jin shrugs. You both laugh.

“Do you need help cleaning or something?”

“No, Jinie, I got it. I’ll just throw away the to-go boxes, don’t worry”.

“Ok, so, can you walk me to the door?”

“Sure, Jinie”, you say with a faint smile, leading the way to your front door as he follows you. “Thanks for tonight, really”.

“Anytime, babygirl”, he answers as he puts on his sneakers. “Sure you’re gonna be ok by yourself?”

“Relax, I’ll be alright”.

“Ok, then. If you need anything, just text me, alright?”

You nod. He extends his arms and places his large hands on your lower back as he cuddles you in the folds of his arms. You sink your face into his chest as you feel the soft ambrosial aroma of his perfume again. You feel almost intoxicated, but you manage to wrap your arms politely and affectionately around him as well.

He places a kiss on your forehead, his plump lips felt like silk against your skin. The smell of his perfume, the warmth of his arms around you and, now, the tender kiss on your forehead made your stomach flip and you can swear you almost felt dizzy.

Hugging him feels right and you have to stop yourself from complaining when he pulls away from you.

“Oh, before I forget… Check my Instagram story”, he turns around, opening the door, so he can leave. “Bye, Y/n. See you tomorrow”.

“Bye, Jinie. Drive safe!”

He nods, as he closes the door behind himself. You sigh. It always feels like you hold too much air in your lungs when you are around Seokjin.

Of course, you hastily check his Instagram story and, for maybe the hundredth time today, Jin makes your chest feel a funny warmth.

“He went to your house?!” Eunjoo screams in a high pitched voice at the other end of the line.

“Who? Jin?!” You hear Yoongi’s muffled and distant voice as Eunjoo shushes him.

“Yeah, bitch, he did, but stop screaming in my ears or else I won’t tell you anything”.

“Fuck you, I have every goddamn right to be over the moon here! When I saw his story I was like ‘oh my gawd’!”

“Joo, he was so frigging cute… He brought food and we were sitting here on my balcony for hours just talking away”.

“Wait until I tell your brother about this!”

“Grow up, Choi Eunjoo!”

“Jeez, I’m just happy ok? Chill, Kim Y/n!” She giggles. “But he’s amazing, isn’t he? You two will look great together, I’ve always known”.

Before you could reply, you feel your phone vibrating insistently in your hand.

“Yeah, right… Hey, Joo, I gotta go, ok? Someone’s sending me dozens of texts… I think Namjoon is trying to talk to me. Knowing him, it’s quite possible he’s desperate because he lost his keys or something…”

“Classic Kim Namjoon”, she laughs. “Ok, lovey, I’m going to bed anyway. You know I’m an early riser… But I just want to warn you, you won’t escape from giving me the full report tomorrow”.

“Alright, woman… Good night and love you”.

“Love you too”.

As you hang up, another text comes in and your phone vibrates again. Through the phone screen, you see it isn’t Namjoon who has been texting you, it’s Jungkook.

After he ignored your texts, he has some fucking nerve.

kookie

5 Text Messages (sent now)

Should you open his texts or not?

He didn’t deserve your tears then and he certainly doesn’t deserve your attention now, you could hear Eunjoo’s voice in your head. And yeah… he literally has ignored you for hours, when he knew you were sad. Your mom passed away and he knew you were feeling down, but he chose to ignore you either way. He could kiss your ass now.

Better than to ignore him, is to leave him on read. He gets pissed when you do it.

kookie [00:39 am]: are you home?

kookie [00:39 am]: heyyyy i know yoi aren’t asleep yet answr me

kookie [00:39 am]: y/n!!!!!!!

kookie [00:39 am]: Y/N!! i need talk to u

kookie [00:40 am]: i’ll call you if you font text me bacj

By the way he’s been typing, you notice he’s not only inconvenient, he’s also very drunk. Oh, fuck that. He can text his fucking girlfriend, instead.

When you open his previous messages, three dots appear on the screen and he continues.

kookie [00:40 am]: fuck what was he doing ay your place on a fucking thursday eveninh????

kookie [00:40 am]: you two are fucking i knoq you are

kookie [00:40 am]: i’m gonna bEAT THE SHIT OYT OF HIM YOU’LL SEE

kookie [00:40 am]: he’s gonna have to leave at somw point and ill be here ready to kik his fuckinh ass

Your blood boils. Was he talking about Jin? He had to have some fucking balls to talk to you like that, huh?

You [00:40 am]: wtf are u talking about???

You [00:40 am]: go to sleep, jungkook, ur drunk

kookie [00:40 am]: babeeeeeeeeee

kookie [00:40 am]: please let me in

kookie [00:40 am]: i’m down here i just wanna see yoy

You [00:40 am]: i don’t want to talk to you, jungkook

You [00:40 am]: go home

You [00:41 am]: i have early classes tomorrow, gotta go to bed

You [00:41 am]: you should do the same

You [00:41 am]: bye

You sent him these texts and locked your phone screen. Enough, you’ve had enough of this. Running your fingers through your hair, you let out a heavy sigh, with frustration running through your entire body.

Your phone vibrates again in your hand. But this time, it wasn’t due to a text message. It’s him… He is calling you.

kookie

iPhone

“What do you want?” You ask harshly, as you hear his breathing through the phone.

Ch 04 ⋙

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inexplicifics · 3 years

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Figured I saw how you liked peeps putting their own flair into your universe so thought id actually sit down and join in, because ive had Thoughts about my own self insert in your universe already so why not share! Anyway heres a bullet list about them, Purnella of the Crane School!

first off gen. trivia—

-Was fifteen and fresh from their trials when Ciri was brought to Kaer Morhen

-Was one of the late comers to join the Warlord, since word is slow coming when you’re at sea without a sorcerer or xenovox

-Has a sketchbook filled with ink sketches of all the various creatures theyve come to know in their experience, and they use these illustrations to narrow down what a victim has seen because You have No Idea how little ‘It looked like a giant snake with pointy teeth and white eyes!’ narrows it down when it comes to sea creatures. They use the ribbon their best friend gave them as a bookmark in it.

-All cranes love gadgets. This is common knowledge. But the amount of different and unique devices Purnella uses is insane even by their standards— harpoon gun, crossbow with a grappling hook shot, pistol rounds that explode into a net when fired to easily take down and entangle targets without wounding them, and their favorite— a little wrist mounted hooking/trolley device that lets them navigate ship rigging like a zipline.

(this is just part one btw;;)

(ok heres part two)

now further plot slash backstory because im incredibly hyper-focused on character plots

-Early childhood was spent in an orphanage after being dropped off there as an infant, matron was never certain but most assumed they were born under a black sun

-Matron was always very strict when it came to chores, telling them if they dont make themselves useful , shell turn them out on the streets alone. Was probably never truly serious, but Purnella assumed she was and internalized the idea that ‘If I make myself useful, I get to stay with my friends/my school/the crew/etc’

-As a result they overworked themselves to the point of exhaustion for years, until they actually got sat down by Triss for it when the sorcerers joined them in the keep.

-Had a best friend named Shiloh, a elven girl who also lived in the orphanage (this is literally just my oc from dragon age inquisition, ive put a version of her and cole(a canon character from da:i) into quite a few diff medias because im unhealthily attached to them both. purnella is already my self insert im being self indulgent already so why not) who gifted her a little lilac ribbon the day they left after being ‘adopted’. Shiloh calls them Purnie. Shiloh also once taught them how to fold paper into shapes that look like various animals. no this isnt a joke about paper cranes what are you saying—

-Was ‘adopted’ by a noble who fancied himself a scientist and wanted to discover what makes the children of the black sun dangerous, as well as figure out if theres any distinct sign that someone was born under the black sun in general

-As a result, even before becoming a witcher they were covered in scars from multiple experiments. the main one being scars from a procedure more similar to a vivisection or autopsy than an actual surgery(they were ‘lucky’ enough that the bastard was rich enough to have proper medicine because he damn well wasnt properly trained)

-His manse laid on a seaside cliff, and when he had a Specially Important Visitor interested in his ‘findings’, Purnella was able to free themselves from their cell and launch themselves through a window, over the cliff, and into the sea

- cough cough it was stregobor the visitor was stregobor

-Purnella woke up on a ship, where theyd been pulled aboard after the crew had noticed something floating in the sea water

-This boat had a crane witcher on it, resulting in Purnella eventually being taken ‘under his wing’ as a trainee.

-Shiloh eventually shows up at Kaer Morhen to entreaty the White Wolf to help her avenge her friend, who never ended up visiting her again after being adopted by a man who has gone on to experiment and murder Several More children of the black sun since then

-Tbh Purnellas mostly just happy to see Shiloh and learn that she remembered them, and should probably be worried about the situation but is mostly just! rlly happy!!

—also side note shiloh had No Idea their friend purnie was actually Alive! and There!! so shes extremely happy. also she grew up to become someone with an encyclopedic knowledge of veterinarian medicine and animal trivia, so she ends up staying at the keep as their trusty vet along with her boyfriend cole who isnt actually human, hes a garkain, but hes shy and kind and helpful and doesnt hurt anyone and im Refusing to separate Shiloh and Cole in Any Universe i put them in, and so there

is this all an excuse to have them hunt down and go to war with/murder stregobor? yes because fuck him— and i cannot stress this enough— in the face with a chainsaw covered in pissed off hornets.

anyway im a big fan and keep coming back to this series for more so i hope you liked this slash wasnt annoyed by the ramblings;; have a good day!

Purnella sounds like a delight! I am extremely pleased to know you're having such fun in my sandbox.

(I couldn't figure in how to copy over the picrew but Purnella looks great!)

#questions answered #fic of my fic

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clockworkgraystairs · 2 years

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Yay and no worries, I’ve been super busy as well. I would say I’m not ok with drawing explicit NSFW content (I’m ok with drawing topless characters and characters in lingerie/underwear, and suggestive poses are ok as well 😏). I’m ok with blood, injuries, but nothing too graphic.

As for what I usually like to draw, I tend to be very detailed so outfits tend to have patterns, jewelry, and textures. However I’m totally cool with drawing more comfortable, simple clothing as well ☺️ my work is also very colorful, so any particular color theme you might like, I can work with, however I also work with ink, so I can do ink on brown paper (I think I gave away who I am, but oh well 😜).

I look forward to seeing your answer, hehe.

HI HUN!!! ❤️

I hope this week is treating you well!

It's great to know more about what you like to do!!! 🤩🤩

And damnnnnn it's still a difficult choice... Let's see... I can't take decisions even for my life and since I also believe creations come out easily when it's something we like and that inspires us. So this is what I'll do: I'll write here 3 of my fics (+links!) that I absolutely adore and perhaps a part that would be amazing to see in art 😍

I've added the main topics of them as well so you can see if any of that catches your attention. Like this you would be able to pick what you prefer to do and I will ADORE IT SO MUCH NO MATTER WHAT IT IS

[There's smutty content in 2 of them, but you can ignore those parts for the inspo, don't worry.]

1. Everything I didn't ask for. (human au, hot barman, a lil smut and fighting pits)

At the end of chapter 2, when Cardan looks up and realizes Jude's on the fighting ring.

(I loove that scene but feel free to use any other)

2. Here for you. (Fluff, sick fic, college au)

Also at the end of chapter 2 lmao (what is it with me and 2nd chapters???)

There's only one beeed!!!! Cardan wakes up and realizes in shock he and Jude are all tangled. *Insert "oh no" tiktok song*

3. There is no such thing as vampires. (vampires of courseee, creepy castles, smut)

Tbh I love everything in here so feel free to chose any part of it (it has... 2 chapters so far lmaoo)

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Idk if you've read any of them (and if you haven't, don't feel forced to do it ksjsjsjks you can let me know and I'll just describe a scene a lil more, it's ok)

And about your secret superhero identity... Worry not!!! I have like two braincells and they've been exhausted these last weeks so I'm pretty much unable to connect two dots in this state 🥴 (plus, I won't even make the effort to try to find out, cause that's the Secret Snusband's fun!!!!)

I love u Snubby, have a great night!!

#secret snubby #secretsnusband2021 #this week is trying to murder me #my braincells won't connect anymore #BUT IT'S SO FUN TO ANSWER THIS #IT MAKES MY DAY 10000% BETTER #ily secret snubby #❤️🎄#jurdannet #jurdan #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #judecardan

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gaymershigh · 4 years

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Hello! I saw your askbox and open and read your rules and you are right, it's not often I see Male×Male reader inserts in the TWST fandom. So, I'd thought I'd request some to help the cause! If I may, can I request some headcannons of dorm leaders of TWST×Male!Reader who is in their dorm and has been noticeably stressed in their schoolwork and one night is seen super stressed out and the dorm leader's fellow students pull the reader aside and hand the reader over to the dorm leader because the reader refuse to listen to anyone else?

Of course you may! Tbh, this is such a nice request, I enjoy doing multiple characters, but it's so difficult for me to write for Azul and Vil in this hc for some reason??

REMINDER: Don't overwork yourself just because you don't think it's enough! The fact that you're trying is already amazing! Please remember to take care of your health because you matter! 💜

Triggers: None!

Dorm Leaders dealing with a stressed Male!Reader

Ever since Riddle got a text from Trey and its about his boyfriend doing his schoolwork on ungodly hours he was worried, very worried.

He wants to come to you and make a 2 hour speech about how you shouldn't overwork yourself but he barely has anytime as well, he's a very busy man as well.

So he decided to order your friends, Ace and Deuce to tell you to not overwork yourself. Hell, he even prepared a script for them.

Of course, it didn't work. It was so obvious it was from a script because Deuce sounds so robotic and Ace kept correcting Deuce. Your stubbornness makes it even more awkward and worse.

He ordered Trey and Cater this time, with a whole new script too.

They did a good job and all, but it also failed because your ass is so stubborn and Cater is pretty impatient and kept using his phone.

This only made you stressed out even more because these mofos probably dont understand how you feel.

Deuce's dense ass noticed this and told Ace about it. And that's how Ace got a big brain idea.

You were screaming, usually, the ADeuce duo usually stays at your dorm to chill while you do your work and NOT drag you to their dorm.

They shoved you to Riddle's room and what you're not expecting was your boyfriend showing a very worried face.

He immediately hugged you tightly before you could say a word. He cupped your face and caressed your cheek.

“My sweetheart, please don't overwork yourself, it's unhealthy for you. From now on, only work yourself for 2 hours max. Come now, let's drink some tea together.”

He knows that something's up when you haven't been hanging out with him for a while.

He misses his herbivore so much, he misses cuddling his boyfriend but he's too prideful to admit.

When he found out you've been doing your schoolwork 24/7 by Ruggie, his response is indecisive but on the inside he's bothered.

Since he's too lazy to move on his very comfortable position, he threatened ordered his dorm members to convince you to stop overstressing yourself.

Knowing Savanaclaw, of course they failed, there was no hope to begin with. It was a disaster. They tried but they're way too intimidating for you to even listen to their words. Thank god Ruggie was there to bail them out so it wasn't too awkward.

This made Leona very moody. Not only he cannot snuggle with you, his plan failed and he now forces himself to sleep alone in pain. Boohoo.

Ruggie can't stand this man's temper tantrums so he just snatched you away from your dorm and toss you to a sleeping Leona.

The lazy lion woke up immediately when he recognized your scent. Since he's still sleepy however, he just pulled you to his bed and hugged you close with his tail wrapped on your leg

“Hmph, you chose your schoolwork over me and had the audacity to not meet up for the entire week? You're not going anywhere this time, especially with you in my arms.”

He won't blame you to be honest. He overworks himself too and ignore your warnings multiple times. However, that doesn't mean he's not going to do anything about it.

He at least has time to spend with you but you didn't. Of course that made the octopus upset and he's not gonna five up when it comes to you.

He stalks you everytime he gets the chance. Your stressed expression really displeases him. He wants to do something about this so bad but he doesn't want to disturb his already stressed boyfriend.

Jade caught on to Azul's bizarre behavior and he cam up with an idea to surprise both of you.

“Kidnapping shrimpy? Ok!” of course Floyd would say yes, it's Floyd.

You're screaming in distress and confusion. Just a second ago you were messaging your temples because you couldn't mesmerize what Mr. Trein taught you and now you're getting kidnapped by the Leech twins, what a surprise. An unwelcome one at that.

Azul was shocked when he hears your cries as the twins dropped you off his room, still tied in ropes and leaving like nothing happened.

Azul untied you, explaining theories as to why they would do such things, but when he does got the right answer, he blushed in embarrassment. He caused this.

He placed a soft kiss and holds your hand gently.

“I apologize for causing a huge ruckus. It's just I missed you when you barely replied to my calls and texts and you kept working and that made me worried sick! I'm sorry that I sound selfish but.. Could you stay here a bit longer, please?”

Oh dear. How could you say no to that?

Ok first of all how could you even ignore him? He always keep coming to you and basically screaming at you.

Your stress may could have took the you over and may accidentally snapped at him for being too noisy.

This made him sad and left the room. BUT HEY AT LEAST YOU GOT SOME PEACE AND QUIET AM I RIGHT?

But if you think that's gonna make him upset??? You're his wonderful boyfriend! His treasure! No matter what, just seeing thinking of you makes him happy again.

This didn't last as you kept ignoring his daily chat with you and his messages and calls. This wasn't okay.

This genuinely made him stressed as well, he probably doesn't even exist to you anymore. Despite it just being 2 days if felt like forever since you talk to him or even looking at him with a smile.

Kalim wanted to spend fun times with his boyfriend like always. Not just sit there and look at him groaning at the worksheet every now and then.

He missed you so much. Even though he sees you, it just doesn't feel the same.

He got less happier as the days go by, everyone got worried sick. Even Jamil felt disturbed about it, usually he would be living the life when Kalim's quiet.

Everything's the usual today. Kalim visiting you and he's quiet again. You of course felt bad but you really need to pass this test.

But out of nowhere, you kept getting text messages from Jamil screaming to you about talking to Kalim and how pathetic he looks when sad.

When you turned around, your heart shattered to pieces. There it is, a sad Kalim in tears, curling himself on your bed to at least have your scent on him.

You stopped what you're doing and hop on tour bed and press his face against the crook of your neck, muttering sorry.

“Ahhh! I miss you so much,habibi!(my love) please don't overwork yourself and ignore me! I love you so much and seeing you date your homework then dating me hurts me! Please dont leave me! I'll be the best boyfriend ever!”

Who do you think you are, to ignore your lover's calling just for a paper of misery? How foolish.

Vil understood that your future is important to you, but do you really need to worry when you're dating the Vil Schoenheit? The beautiful, rich man who spoils you every single day?

Not only that, stress causes wrinkles and you're also ruining your sleep schedule?! Unacceptable.

He kept ranting to you about how greasy your hair and how big the bags under your eyes are.

To the point you have to lock your door to refrain him for entering and rant. You're already stressing out and there's literally no way you're going to hear about your dramatic boyfriend moan about your appearance.

He kept calling and texting you and you also ignore that. If anything you gave good morning texts or either leave him on read.

And he's not tolerating that.

His job was easier to handle than the others. He can just ask Rook to kidnap you and he would oblige and do so in an instant.

And he just did that.

Unlike the others, you know exactly what's going to happen when Rook is violently dragging you to Pomefiore. He's going to put you in Vil's room, listen to him rant for a few hours and do beauty things or whatever.

Well, have of that did happen when Rook closed Vil's door. He did rant but what your not expecting was him being very gentle and sweet.

“I knew it, you got increasingly worse. Oh well, I will refix this mess later. But for now, you should rest right beside me. No leaving no matter the circumstances, you understand, potato?”

I mean, of course you're gonna ignore him, he's just a gross, weeby loser. There's no way he can impact your life positively in any single way. If anything, he probably causes trouble to his you anyway.

He doesn't really wanna stop you, he really cherishes you and your choices even if they're not good and losing someone like you is probably gonna take years to move on to.

Poor Ortho, he needs to hear his brother rant about his boyfriend not being able to see nor play games with because he's busy working himself.

But this made Ortho worry. Not only id his brother is sad but you're risking your health to do schoowork! That's no good.

This made you confused. Ortho kept muttering about your health status to himself everytime you pass by the hallways.

And everyday, your stress levels increase and your health is deteriorating.

He needs to make you rest at all cost but he knows your stubborn. So he has to do one thing that makes your knees weak.

His very own special puppy eyes.

Ortho innocently dragged you to Idia without either of you guy's knowledge.

When Idia finds out, he immediately apologized for the inconvenience he caused and you might have to be the one to comfort him.

“I'M SERIOUSLY SO SORRY! I just really wanted to play games with you and hangout with you like usual.. Eh? You will?? REALLY!?”

At first, the fae didn't even realise you are stressing despite showing a few signals.

Until you start ignoring him. Then you got a pouty Malleus. (aw)

He doesn't understand why you're struggling with Mr. Divus' homework, it seems so easy to him, why is it so hard for you?

That made you upset and he still doesn't know why.

He never had a boyfriend like you before so of course he's not gonna understand gen z struggles. Spare him please.

Lilia gave him some tips, only for it to be tricks and make you more upset. snide mf

Seeing a sad Malleus made Sebek upset, then mad.

He asked Lilia what's wrong with his young master.

And when he found out you're replacing him with your schoolwork and then for some reason 'stressing' about it??

How rude!

Sebek kept nagging at you to stop working and pay attention to your damn boyfriend but you couldn't care less about Sebek and his shenanigans.

You only start sweating when he suddenly yanked your arm and dragged you to Diasomnia.

And what you see is a pouty Malleus playing with his little game.

When you sat next to him, he immediately wrapped you in his arms.

“My darling, I plead for you not to pressure yourself in something that only destroys you even more. What progress you have done is enough for today but as of now, you need rest. Release all your negativity away, love.”

This is literally my second work but I already feel like a failure.

-𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖎

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ejzah · 3 years

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A/N: Another little letter from Kirkin to Deeks, now that we have the “official” version of things. In keeping with the episode, things are quite ridiculous. I have way too much fun writing for the Russians.

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There’s A New Boss In Town

“Agent Deeks, this is for you,” Igor told Deeks, handing him a cream colored envelope.

“What, is this?” Deeks asked, holding the thick paper between two fingers like it might burn him. After this morning, he was definitely not taking any chances. “And it’s Investigator Deeks, by the way.”

“It’s from Anatoli. He said it would answer all of your questions.”

“Yeah, I kind of doubt that.” Deeks gave Igor a pointed look which he ignored. “Fine, let’s see what insanity Kirkin has planned for me.”

He opened the envelope, shaking his head at the ridiculously expensive paper. It felt and looked like something the queen would use and even had a watermark with with Kirkin’s initials.

“Dear Martin,

“I hope you are well and that my men didn’t cause you undue inconvenience. I know Igor is not as gentle or subtle as myself-”

“Yeah, right,” Deeks muttered. Kirkin was about as subtle as the silk hood Igor gave him.

“but I trust he did not cause you any harm. I emphasized how important you are to me.

At this point you must have many questions, the first being why I am still connected with these men. I know you will be highly disappointed in me, but I never left the world of crime. I had hoped to when I began “The House of Kirkin”. However, the lure of money and power, not to mention frequent death threats, were too great for me to withstand. It my deepest hope that you will forgive my lapse in control.”

“He was very worried about what you would think,” Igor inserted, even though Deeks hadn’t been reading out loud. “It kept him up many nights.”

“Hm, I bet he was.” Just not enough to actually stop his criminal activity.

“Now that I have explained my actions, on to more important business. For many years now I have known that in the event of my untimely death, I would want you to take my place and rule my enterprise. You alone have the strength of character, and body, that is necessary to running such a complex operation. I know you will be as fair, honest, and kind as you always were to me.

Please find the enclosed legal documentation which bestows my clothing line, gambling and black market operations, and operations involved in stolen goods to you, Marty Atticus Deeks.

I know it will be safe in your strong, sun-kissed, arms.”

“Sun-kissed arms?” Deeks repeated.

“Anatoli also spoke often of your arms and hair. And eyes. He compared them to looking into the ocean on a warm day. To hold your arms was to hold a strong and solid tree. Your scent-”

“Ok, yeah, let’s not get into my...scent.” Grimacing, Deeks tousled his hair. It was a little itchy and stiff from residual salt water.

“Then I assume you’d rather not hear about how fondly he spoke of your first meeting in the bathhouse?” Igor asked, seeming unbothered by Deeks’ distaste. “It was a favorite memory of his. He commemorated the moment with a drawing of you both in the water.”

“And there’s another thing I didn’t need to know,” he said flipping the letter over. There was one more page to the letter with just a few lines.

“I know you will be hesitant to take on this task for moral and legal reasons, but I implore you to grant me this one last favor.

Your Close and Beloved Friend, Anatoli.”

Deeks folded the letter again after checking out the contracts that Kirkin had indeed listed in his name.

“So, what do you think?” Igor asked a little hesitantly. “Now that you have the full story will you honor Anatoli’s wish?”

“I mean, it’s a completely ridiculous idea and you guys don’t really want to me to take over, right? I’d just be stepping in on your territory.”

“It’s what he wanted.” Igor shrugged. “And I trust Anatoli. Besides, imagine the chaos if we were left without leadership. Igor is already making attempts to take over and if he succeeds, weapons could fall into dangerous hands.” He reached over to squeeze Deeks’ shoulder, his grip firm, and gave him a look that was possibly supposed to be compelling. “Do it for Anatoli.”

Tossing his head back, Deeks groaned loudly before shoving the envelope back at Igor.

“I cannot believe I’m saying this, but fine. I will take over as head of whatever insanity Kirkin left behind,” Deeks conceded, earning a grateful and vaguely excited nod from Igor. He raised a finger and added, “But only temporarily. As soon as we find your other Igor and retrieve the weapons, I surrender any and all ownership of-“ he waved his hand around the dark room-“this. Then you and Igor two can battle it out to be numero uno.”

“I suppose that is all we can ask,” Igor sighed. “Anatoli was right, you are a good and trustworthy man. It is a shame you two never worked out.”

“Oh my god.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Deeks grabbed his half-eaten burrito, heading for the metal door. “Drive me back to my truck. I need to talk with my team. And probably my wife too.”

“Of course.” Igor eagerly followed after him, apparently happy to have some form of leadership again. “Don’t you want the hood Kirkin left for you? He had it specially designed just for you.”

“Not a chance,” Deeks said firmly, letting out a low chuckle at the ridiculousness of it all. “Kensi is never going to believe this.”

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #anatoli kirkin #crime boss Deeks #a tale of two igors #ridiculousness #ejzah fanfiction

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leonawriter · 3 years

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My Personal Takes on Stormbringer:

Without a full and accurate translation to go through in one sitting, it’s still hard to get a handle on things properly. That said, thank you to everyone who’s working on it.

Now.

(please note all quotes are my memory of translations I have read, and are not verbatim.)

-Asagiri, please, you do not need to make so many coding analogies with regards to Chuuya and Verlaine. They don’t work.

-It often feels - not just in this book but also in 55 Minutes, where there are tight restrictions on a time travel ability - that Asagiri limits abilities based on how scientifically accurate they are. However, this doesn’t make sense! why should it! Literature should be an expression of freedom. There should be rules - the same way the Page has rules - but in the sense of Magic A is Magic A. You make up the rules and then you don’t break them in future. Why have Kunikida able to create something with a mass heavier than a piece of paper out of a page of his notebook, but then say you can’t do [x/y/z] because it’s scientifically unviable?

-I have no issue with how skk treat each other. they are chaos teens. let them be. like... this is the beginning of their actual trust. they’re also in the mafia, and in a dark time in their lives. it’s fine. (it isn’t, but at the same time, it kinda is.)

-I feel like Chuuya taking things from other people and making that thing “his” fits him as a character? he had nothing before, so when you have nothing, all you have is what people give you. If someone gives him a bike, then that bike is his now. He has to learn to look after it, love it, and respect it, and he’ll remember that friend by it. Same goes for pretty much anything else. Also, it’s a show of how well Chuuya adapts to things, and what things he chooses to pick up.

-The hat. I do not like how the hat was treated. Making it into the key that helps Chuuya be able to activate Corruption cheapens the meaning and weight of having been given the hat as a memento of the first person who told him to live as a human being. Why not have the hat be a reminder of his humanity in a purely sentimental way? I’m going to ignore anything canon about this and just say it’s sentimental. Which, like, it could have been a safety blanket type thing, not pseudo-science.

-The coding in Chuuya’s body is a bit... of a reach? How do you put that in there? I don’t get it. Just say that there’s a possibility he might die if he uses Corruption, or that he’ll never become “Chuuya” again. That he’d lose himself utterly. The log history can be either on a chip (insert Dazai making “lost dog, if found return to the mafia” jokes here) or on something else that could easily be destroyed during the course of the story (or not).

-Dazai living in the shipping container reads to me like an extreme version of “I do not want to be found I do not want to be helped I am worthless trash and what’s the point in having an actual home if I plan on dying any day anyway.” Verlaine asks what drove him there, and Dazai says “you” and tbh that offers up so many questions (like, was the shipping container thing recent, was it temporary, or what). There’s the possibility that Dazai doesn’t always live there, because otherwise he’d suffer from hypothermia and get pneumonia in the winter! But above all, Mori had nothing to do with this. He was probably terrified to go too close in case he got killed. Stop saying Dazai lives here because “poor baby was abused :(” that sure was not it.

-Dazai goes all this way - plotting for ages, since before the beginning of the book, having been number one on Verlaine’s hit list, just to get the truth about Chuuya’s humanity and to preserve it - because “I want to see Chuuya suffer as a human being” is him saying he doesn’t want to see Chuuya become like him, or inhuman, because that’s not Chuuya. (dude, there ain’t a straight explanation for this...)

-following on from the previous, Dazai refusing to just let things be the moment he realises that it’d mean double suiciding with Chuuya. I personally see that as a shippy moment because Dazai had already given up on Chuuya being alive (if I read the translation right) and in that case, dying would just be letting go. But Mori says “yeah but I don’t think he’s dead yet?” and that, along with the “double suicide” thing, makes Dazai go “absolutely NOT.”

OK a related thing - as far as I remember, when IRL Dazai attempted double suicide, right up until his actual death it would result in either a failure or... his partner dying and him surviving. The cold potential of this happening in BSD if Dazai had just given up reminded me of that.

-Regardless of my thoughts on how it was handled, Stormbringer reinforced my previous ideas about how Chuuya basically IS Arahabaki. It also suggests that Arahabaki was more of a sentient ability than a true “god” but... that’s fine. For me, all I cared about was that all those “Arahabaki is an evil being that is constantly trying to take over Chuuya and Corruption is Arahabaki being let out” takes are not true. It’s... basically Chuuya taking the lid off his power. I joked at one point that Corruption is Chuuya going “I’m so pissed off I’m gonna kick the door open and throw away the key” and Dazai going “go for it babe, I got your key.”

-Rimbaud and Verlaine are... very complicated characters? They’re not easy to get a handle on. I sometimes find myself liking them and sometimes find myself disliking them, and that’s something that’ll be easier when I have a full translation available - and one of Fifteen. Rimbaud was held back by seeing Chuuya, at first, as nothing more than an empty vessel to Arahabaki’s power, while Verlaine was so taken over by grief without understanding how to handle that, that he became a monster up until the end of the story. Neither of them were good people. That said, their relationship to each other? It’s very complicated and reminds me of their IRL selves to a point but without the skeevy nature and without it going so far, so kudos to that.

-Adam. Knowing his creator was a ten year old girl makes so much sense when you look at the things he says and does. He doesn’t get so much. He’s very logical, but doesn’t understand that a game of billiards isn't as much of an icebreaker as he thinks it should be. Surprised by bubble gum. Games like “strange things humans do” are very much like the word games kids play in the car.

-Verlaine being the fifth executive was something I did not predict at all, whatsoever, and I can’t stop thinking about it. Like... how did he get to that point. Only so much can be said in a few paragraphs (it seems) of “this is [x] number of years in the future where Chuuya’s an executive now.”

The last we see of him, he’s overcome by grief, hatless, and he seems to have only just realised how much he wished he could return what Rimbaud gave to him. (Ironically, by being able to grieve like that, it shows that he is capable of what he thinks he can’t do - same as Dazai.)

But how does he become an executive? Do they come to him slowly at first, and they gradually build up trust? Does he stay in contact with Chuuya? Do they see each other properly as brothers now, or not? I can’t help but feel that as it’s a long time - six years, in fact - between Stormbringer and canon, some bond of trust must have been built. The mafia protects Verlaine from the authorities and from the outside world just the same as Kouyou says that she wants to do for Kyouka, and the same as they’re there for Chuuya, too. So. A Verlaine who trains the mafia’s best assassins not because he’s forced into it, but because he feels the same loneliness as Chuuya, and finds that it helps? A Verlaine who learns slowly that he can care about more people than just Rimbaud and Chuuya? Holy shit yes please. A Verlaine who is loyal and protective and who you should be glad is in a (probably) gilded prison of the mafia’s basement, because otherwise he would actually do so many things to those who would harm his family.

Let’s just say - if I think of Arahabaki as a guardian or protector god who is just plain destructive because it can’t help that, then Chuuya and Verlaine looking and acting in similar ways because they share that same “parent” in a sense, makes sense. They are no longer just Arahabaki, they’re “Chuuya” and “Verlaine” - but they also share traits such as “Papa Wolf” and “lonely” and “violent,” among others.

-At least twice, pre-Soukoku Dazai and Chuuya refer to how they’re constantly thinking of each other. No, they don’t mean in positive ways, but they’re chaos teens and it’s still strong emotion. Chuuya mentions how he’s thought of at least 190 ways to punish Dazai for the things that he does (which also implies how their relationship is equal, and Dazai doesn’t call all the shots, and doesn’t get away with everything scot-free), and Dazai says that Verlaine can’t possibly win against him, because Dazai “spends all of his time, waking and sleeping, thinking of ways to annoy and harass Chuuya,” (quote not perfect.)

We also have Chuuya having Dazai appear to him first in his hallucinations, which I see as Chuuya’s inner Dazai-voice saying all the worst things, and ironically not actually saying or meaning things that would get across what real Dazai would want him to feel; in other words, that’s Chuuya’s view of him, or his mind searching for the one person he’d believe it to realistically come from.

As well, Dazai saying “there’s no way Chuuya could be an artificially constructed personality, because no one could create a personality that I [hate/that annoys me] so much.” Which, like... sure... you tell yourself that, kid...

Basically, they’re all the kinds of things that teenagers who don’t really get how strong feelings like these work yet, who are still figuring themselves (and their orientations, probably) out, would say if they don’t even like that other person that much, but they’re still attracted to them. A strong “why does it have to be THEM?” haha. And yet, as others have pointed out, Chuuya seems more on the oblivious side than Dazai, since as said, Dazai goes to all this effort and seems fond (but only when Chuuya’s not looking, dumbass) but Chuuya just... doesn’t get it.

A shorter summary of my thoughts and feelings?

Chuuya suffers, but is ultimately happier for it no matter whether he’s one of the clones or whether he’s the original (it’s arguable either way, and I don’t mind either way) as he’s still Chuuya. His bond with the mafia is also stronger than so many people think it is. They’re literally his adopted family. Even if he chose to leave, he’d still see them as family. I can’t see him leaving. He’s just... they’re family... don’t tear them apart...

The skk is strong, no matter what people say, because this is the start and it’s the end of their first year in the mafia and it’s not supposed to be a healthy time, for fuck’s sake. They’re both all sorts of messed up. They’re allowed to be. This is a time when that’s kinda the point of the book. But yeah, the trust and the bond is real.

Verlaine. I am now fascinated by Verlaine. I was so sure before the spoilers and translations came out that I’d hate him. I no longer do. He confuses me but I NEED TO KNOW MORE.

#bsd #Stormbringer spoilers #bsd spoilers #all opinions are the OP's #you don't have to agree but they are mine #facts are just facts tho #and this got long whoops #may add more if I remember more later

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