#i was SUPPOSED to do this last week i was SUPPOSED to do my paper last month

[i-am-baechu]

♬ Summary: After Y/N tells him something, Jungkook will do anything to show her that this is the right universe for her. Even though she already knows that 

♬ Pairing: Established relationship; Jungkook x reader 

♬ Rating:  Explicit (18+) 

♬Genre: Established relationship, comedy, fluff, and smut

♬ Warnings: Smut 

♬ Part of, ‘ His Fan Girl

♬ Author’s note: Special guest lol and Part two to Seven 

♬ Playlist: POV - Ariana Grande

Y/N sat in the back and smiled to herself. This was the first time she actually met Mingyu in person. She actually talked to him through facetime on accident and him being an extrovert was happy to make a new friend. Especially if that friend is his best friend's fiancé.  

Jungkook just released his single Seven and Y/N couldn’t be happier for him. She felt bubbly at the song but she does everything in her power to ignore the explicit version. Even though Jungkook sings it to her everyday. She knew the song would do good and the music video shows how clingy he is when he’s in love. Army loved the song and the accomplishments that he did with the song amazed her. She knew Army powers but it always surprises her. 

She let out a laugh when Mingyu messed up the choreography and her laugh only got louder when she saw Jungkook glare at him, “Mingyu, I told you to learn the choreography!”

“I was learning it!”

She shook her head and stood up from the ground. She walked towards them and placed her hand on Jungkook, “Be nice to him. He has a lot of choreographers in his mind.”

Jungkook pouted at this and turned towards her, “Don’t defend him.” 

“No, Y/N, defend me.” 

She leaned forward placing a kiss on Jungkook’s cheek, “Just re-do it. No harm in re-doing it.” 

He rolled his eyes and nodded his head, “Fine but you need to film one with me.” 

“Whatever you want, love.” 

She sat back down and watched them do it again. She took out a bag of cookies from her pocket and nibbled as the two argued about the lighting. She picked up a water bottle and looked at Mingyu, “Mingyu, you should have some water.”

Mingyu smiled at her and glared at Jungkook, “At least someone is nice to me.”

“She’s an extension of me which means I’m being nice to you.” 

After an hour, they finally got the clip and Jungkook shared it on Tik Tok. The drive home was quiet and a thought came to her mind. She let out a small laugh and tiredly turned towards Jungkook, “You know...I wasn’t supposed to go to the BTS concert all those years ago.” 

Jungkook raised his eyebrow and glanced at her through the mirror, “What do you mean?”

“My cousin had tickets for Seventeen. Her mom upgraded her tickets to meet and greet tickets at the last minute.”

“Yo-You were going to meet Seventeen?” 

“I was but I declined because I had a test the next day. I didn’t really think about it until I saw Mingyu today.”

Jungkook nodded his head in a nervous manner and then looked back at her, “Who’s your bias?” 

She let out a small laugh and leaned back in the seat with her eyes slightly closed, “Why?”

“Just curious...” 

“Honestly, I like all of them. I don’t have a bias. I’m going to take a nap okay...I’m tired from work.”

Jungkook nodded his head and rubbed thigh gently as he stared at the road, “Get some sleep babe. I’ll wake you up when we get there.” 

It’s been a week since this conversation and Jungkook has been having dreams about it. What if Y/N went to that concert? He would’ve never met her and he would probably still be single. The possibilities of her being with someone else never crossed his mind because it was always them together. Nothing more and nothing less. It was another night and Jungkook was sound asleep well, trying to be. The mind is a dangerous place. 

“Jungkook, I have someone I want you to meet.”

Jungkook put down his papers and turned to see Mingyu smiling at him, “Oh? Who?”

He moved to the side and there was Y/N. She was dressed in a pink floral dress with her hair in a low pony-tail. He felt his heartbeat go faster at the sight of her, “This is my girlfriend, Y/N L/N.”

He glanced at Mingyu and then back at Y/N, “Girlfriend?” 

“Yeah, I met her at a meet and greet. I saw how shy she was and I couldn’t stop myself.”

She shyly smiled and gently smacked his arm, “Gyu...stop it.” 

Mingyu wrapped his arm around her waist and smiled at Jungkook, “Y/N, this my close friend, Jeon Jungkook.” 

Jungkook couldn’t stop staring at her and he felt guilty. This was his best friend's girlfriend and here he was looking at her like she was his. He shook his head and smiled, “He-Hey.” 

She bowed her head at him and offered him a smile, “Hello.”

Mingyu leaned down and kissed the top of her head, “I’m happy you can meet her.” 

Jungkook shot up in his bed and ran his fingers through his hair roughly, “Fuck.” He glanced to the side to see Y/N sleeping with the plushie that he won her at a festival. He smiled to himself and pushed some hair off of her forehead. His touch wasn’t light enough and she moved in her sleep. She opened her eyes and frowned at him, “Are you okay, babe?” 

He sighed and looked down at the blanket, “It’s stupid.”

She slowly got up and she wrapped her arms around his arm with a worried look, “It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you baby. Take your time.” 

He sighed and glanced down at her, “It’s something about last week that happened...I’ve been thinking about it.” 

She frowned and thought to herself, “Is it because I ate your noodles? I’m sorry-”

“What? You ate my noodles?”

She let go of his arm and frowned, “Yeah....is that not what you're talking about right now? 

“No...you owe me noodles though.” 

She let out a small laugh and pushed some hair off of his forehead, “What’s bothering you then?”

“You were supposed to go to a Seventeen concert...instead of mine.”

She nodded her head and her face shifted in confusion, “Yes? I declined it, remember?” 

“I know...but my mind is making up situations. In another universe you would’ve been with one of them instead of me.” 

She frowned at this and hugged his arm, “Well, it didn’t happen baby. It was fate for me to decline and it was fate that we met.” 

He glanced down at her, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah, you're my everything. Jungkook. Is that why you’ve been sending me flowers everyday?” 

“Well, you deserve all the flowers in the world and also yes.” 

She let out a laugh and kissed the side of his head, “I appreciate the flowers but baby, I always want you. In every universe.” 

The next moments were blurred but the only thing she knew was that Jungkook was cock deep inside of her. His body pushing hers into the mattress. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and she couldn’t help but admire his dark brown eyes in the lighting. She pushed some hair away and he stopped mid thrust to look at her. She smiled and leaned up the best she could, placing her lips gently on his, “How could I want someone else?” 

He brought his hand and gently touched her face like she was made out of glass, “I hate that I thought of that. Will you ever forgive me?” 

She clenched at this question causing him to moan, “I will...you have a whole lifetime with me to do so.” 

He chuckled at this and gently thrusted into her making her eyes close, “I will do two lifetimes to get you to forgive me.” 

“Jung-Jungkook, this isn’t a competition.” 

“Y/N, you are the woman that I dreamed about when I was younger. The manifestation of every thought of what I want in a partner. I love you, I love you. You are not only my garden but the sun to my garden. My wife.”

She felt her heartbeat faster at his confession and leaned up to bring him in a passionate kiss. He returned the passion (maybe even gave more) and let out a dreamy sigh against his lips, “You’ve been watching too much Netflix.” 

He let out a laugh and kissed her again, “It’s the truth. I love Jeon Y/N.”

She let out a laugh and pressed her forehead against his, “I love you more.” 

“Impossible.” 

Her eyes fluttered closed when she felt another thrust. She couldn’t stop herself from clenching and he groaned at the feeling. The pure feeling of overstimulation and pleasure was taking over, “Jung-”

“I know.” 

She let out a moan at affirmation and he placed a kiss in the crock of her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he rocks against her. His hips sutter and she felt his fingers digging deep into her skin as he climaxed inside of her. 

He pushed hair away from her forehead and kissed it as she was dazed out, “This is the right universe. Always with me, always. I love you.” 

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Vows

Thomas Michael Kinard, you are the man of my dreams... No, Buck thought, too cheesy, and he scribbled that out. "Tommy, you are the coolest person I've ever met..." Nope, too casual, Buck decided, scratching that line out too. "Tommy, you complete me..." No, that wasn't quite right either. Buck's mind wandered, "Tommy, your body rocks my world, and I can't wait to get you into bed tonight." He grinned at the thought, but quickly dismissed it. True, but definitely not appropriate for his vows.

Buck sighed, frustration mounting. Why was this so difficult? He knew, without a doubt, how much he loved Tommy, so why couldn't he put those feelings into words on paper?

Buck and Tommy had decided that they wanted to write their own vows, because really, there was nothing traditional about them as a couple. Buck tapped his pen against the dining table, contemplating his next words. "Tommy, when I met you, I thought I was straight, but then you kissed me and my entire world shifted." Not a bad start, Buck decided, nodding his head in approval.

As he leaned back in his chair, his mind wandered to Tommy. Was he also struggling to find the right words to express their love? Buck couldn't help but smile at the thought of Tommy, perhaps pacing back and forth in his living room, running his hands through his hair as he searched for the perfect way to express his feelings.

****

"Maddie, why is this so difficult? I know what I want to say, but I just can't get it from my brain to the paper!" Tommy groaned, frustration evident in his voice.

Maddie smiled reassuringly, "Well, I'm happy to help. What do you have so far?"

Tommy hesitated for a moment before sliding the notebook over to her. Maddie began reading aloud, "Evan, I have never met someone as unbelievably sexy as you. I am constantly thinking of what I want to do to you and fantasizing about that thing you do with your tongue..."

Tommy made a choking noise and quickly ripped the notebook from Maddie's hands, his face turning a deep shade of red. "Those ones are private," he mumbled, embarrassment radiating off him.

"Well, I would hope so!" Maddie exclaimed, her eyes widening. "Wine... I need wine. I have to forget that ever happened. He's my brother, Tommy!" Maddie exclaimed, shaking her head vigorously as if trying to physically dislodge the memory. Tommy had never felt more humiliated in his life, wishing the ground would just swallow him whole.

Sensing his discomfort, Maddie suggested, "Let's pause the vows for a minute." She grabbed a bottle of red wine and poured a generous glass for each of them. "How's the guest list coming along? RSVPs were supposed to be returned by Thursday, right?"

Tommy nodded, grateful for the change of subject. "We got the last one we had been waiting on yesterday, Evan's friend TK and his husband Carlos. So now we have a firm final number, and we can complete the seating chart."

Maddie's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Can you believe you're getting married next week?" she squealed, her earlier discomfort forgotten.

Tommy really couldn't believe it. Before Evan, he didn't think marriage was even a possibility for him and had resigned himself to being whatever the male version of a spinster was. But here he was, just days away from marrying the love of his life.

**** Buck stared at the crumpled pieces of paper scattered across the dining table, feeling utterly defeated. He needed help, but somehow, he was the only member of the fire family without a shift today. Pulling out his phone, he opened up the 118 group text. It was the next best thing, Buck thought.

He quickly typed out a message: "SOS! I need help with my vows."

Chim was the first to respond, "Not sure how much help I'll be, bro. I got married in a hospital."

Eddie chimed in, "I'm not exactly the poster child for healthy relationships."

"That's the understatement of the century," Buck muttered under his breath.

Feeling frustrated, Buck sent another message, "Seriously? No one is willing to help? Everything I've come up with is literal garbage."

Hen's reply came through, "I've got you, Buckaroo. Happy to help."

Bobby's message followed shortly after, "You know I'd love to help you, kid. Why don't you head down to the station for family dinner, and we can brainstorm."

Buck heaved a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. He grabbed his jacket (well, really Tommy's jacket) and headed out the door, eager to get some much-needed assistance from his chosen family.

****

Maddie sipped her wine, observing Tommy as he animatedly discussed the wedding details. She had let him procrastinate long enough, allowing him to steer the conversation away from the vows. They had covered everything from the guest list to the centerpieces (a beautiful combination of dahlias and calla lilies), the attire (tailored suits, navy for Tommy and maroon for Evan), the menu (a delectable array of Italian dishes), and the cake (a towering three-layer masterpiece with smooth buttercream and tangy raspberry filling).

Maddie knew it was time for Tommy to focus on his vows. She set her wine glass down and turned to him. "Tommy, let's get back to your vows. I want you to close your eyes and think about specific moments with Evan. Focus on how you felt in those moments – the warmth, the laughter, the comfort. Those are the feelings you want to capture."

Tommy closed his eyes, letting memories flood his mind. Evan's laughter, his gentle touch, the quiet moments they shared.

"Now," Maddie said softly, "open your eyes and write. Don't worry about making it perfect. Just let the words flow from your heart."

Tommy opened his eyes, picked up his pen, and began to write. The words poured out, filling the page with heartfelt emotions. Maddie watched, smiling proudly as Tommy found his voice.

****

Buck sat at the firehouse table, his head in his hands as he struggled with the task of writing his vows. The weight of the task seemed to bear down on him, and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Well, you could always go traditional," Eddie suggested with a shrug.

Buck shot him a look, making it clear that wasn't an option. "What do I saaay, Cap?" he whined, turning to Bobby.

Bobby looked at Buck with a fatherly expression. "I think the problem, Buck, is that you're trying to find the perfect words, and there's no such thing. Do you know how much Tommy loves you?"

Buck nodded.

"And does Tommy know how much you love him?" Bobby asked.

Another nod.

"Then that's enough," Bobby said firmly. "Tommy knows your heart, Buck. Regardless of what you say, you show him how much you love him every day."

As Bobby's words sank in, Buck felt a weight lift from his shoulders. He sat up straighter, his mind clearer and his purpose focused. The love he shared with Tommy was the foundation, and the vows were simply a way to express that love.

With renewed determination, Buck grabbed a pen and paper, ready to pour his heart out in a way that truly reflected his feelings for Tommy.

****

The remaining days before the wedding passed in a blur, and soon the big day arrived. As the music started, Jee-Yun walked down the aisle where Bobby and Tommy were standing. She spread her petals before running over and jumping into her daddy's lap.

Maddie grasped Buck's hand, feeling it was clammy and noticing he was shaking a bit. "Ready to do this?" she asked.

Buck nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

"Then let's go see your man," Maddie said with a warm smile.

Buck and Maddie started down the aisle, and Buck's breath hitched in his chest. There, waiting for him, was the most beautiful man in the entire world. Tommy was staring back at him, his face adorned with that special, crinkly-eyed smile reserved just for Buck – the "Evan smile."

Buck had to stop himself from running to Tommy. He could not wait to become his husband. Finally, he reached the end of the aisle, and Maddie gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Buck stood next to Tommy and grasped his hands, his heart swelling with love and anticipation. Tommy leaned in and whispered, "Hey, gorgeous," before giving Buck a little wink. The gesture, so intimate and playful, made Buck's knees weak. He nearly passed out from the overwhelming happiness he was feeling in this moment, standing beside the man he loved.

Bobby looked at the two men with a proud smile and began the ceremony. It felt like everything was happening too quickly, and in a blink, it was time for the vows. It had been decided that Buck would read his first, so he began:

"Tommy, I spent so much of my life desperately searching for something that I couldn't put a name to. I was lost, aimlessly wandering through life, and then you kissed me, and everything came into focus. You helped me to see a whole other side of myself and to accept myself for everything that I am. From the moment we started dating, I knew that there was something different about our relationship. Something strong. And then I went and screwed it up by talking about hot chicks on our first date."

The guests laughed politely at Buck's confession.

"But you never made me feel bad. You wanted to let me do things on my own timeline, and you were open to giving me a second chance. And after that coffee date, I swore to myself that I was going to do everything in my power to keep you."

Buck paused for a moment, his eyes locked on Tommy's, before continuing.

"Tommy, you opened my eyes to a whole new world. You have made me feel safe, protected, and like I matter. Your love is my lifeline, and I vow to spend the rest of my life working to be the man that you deserve."

As Buck finished his vows, Tommy, deeply moved by his words, responded softly, "Oh baby, you already are." His voice was barely louder than a whisper, but it carried the weight of his love and admiration for the man standing before him.

Bobby smiled and indicated with a small nod that it was Tommy's turn. Tommy took a deep breath, his eyes glistening as he began his vows.

"Evan Matthew Buckley, you are sunshine personified. For so long, I lived my life with a dark cloud above me. I was scared to share my heart with anyone. I spent so many years in the closet, afraid to admit who I was. And even after I had accepted myself, I still walked around with a chip on my shoulder, mad at the world."

Tommy paused, reaching out to take Buck's hands in his own, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"You changed all that, Evan. You softened my heart and allowed me to be vulnerable. Your love melted my icy heart, and you brought warmth and light into my life in a way I never thought possible."

Tommy's voice wavered slightly, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He took a steadying breath, his eyes never leaving Buck's.

"Ev, your love makes me a better person, and I vow to spend every day of my life protecting you from the harshness of the world and never allowing anyone to extinguish your beautiful sparkle."

As Tommy finished his vows, a single tear rolled down his cheek. Buck, equally moved, reached out to gently wipe it away, his own eyes shining with love.

"I believe you have rings to exchange," Bobby said, and they both nodded, never taking their eyes off one another.

"Do you, Evan Matthew Buckley, take Thomas Michael Kinard to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," Buck replied, sliding the ring onto Tommy's finger, his hand trembling slightly with emotion.

"And do you, Thomas Michael Kinard, take Evan Matthew Buckley to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I absolutely do," Tommy said as he slipped the ring on Evan's finger, his smile so big it looked like it might actually be painful.

Bobby beamed at the newlyweds, his voice filled with joy as he proclaimed, "Then by the powers vested in me, I am delighted to pronounce you husband and husband. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you Thomas and Evan Kinard!"

[koolades-world]

Hello!! I was reading through the prompts and I realised there could be great angst hurt/comfort potential too, so here is my scenario with fem! MC x Satan pairing (established relationship): MC scored higher than some demons. Since she’s usually quiet, they take that as her arrogance and attack her. She barely escapes with a shallow slash on her back. Once she reaches HoL, she tries to treat her wound, but her hand won’t reach properly, so she messages Satan to come back quickly. While her room has become a slightly bloody mess, Satan is already freaked out by the bloody trail leading from RAD to HoL to MC’s room. Once he comes in, MC uses “Don’t freak out” prompt and proceeds to turn around, move her long hair only for Satan to see the wound, and a brand. Let’s say the brand symbolises a time when demons were allowed to have human slaves, so MC has had that since her childhood. When Satan asks why she didn’t seek immediate medical help, she responds with prompt 20, while having the medical supplies next to her. (I just adore the intimacy, domesticity, angst and comfort potential!) Sorry if it’s too long! You don’t have to write this, or you could shorten it to your liking! Have a lovely day/night!

hello!

this mc was fun to write! i had a good time creating a whole backstory haha. slight blood warning for this one, i don't go too in detail though :) i think this was my longest piece for the followers special yet

enjoy <3

prompt 20 and 38 w/ Satan

The test you’d taken last week had finally been graded and you had gotten your score back. Another A, as expected. You didn’t take your schoolwork lightly, not with Lucifer breathing down your neck anyways. Besides, you kind of enjoyed it. It gave you something to focus on. You weren’t exactly sure how useful the skills you were learning were, but it helped you learn more about the place you called home. You felt as if every time you began a new lesson, it was something entirely new.

Since you’d expected that grade, you weren’t exactly proud. Doing well just ensured Lucifer wasn’t upset. As of lately though, your boyfriend, Satan, had tried to make every good grade a small occasion. He wanted to put emphasis on your achievements since you didn’t. Once you told him it was because you didn’t want to seem like you were bragging, he reassured you it wouldn’t come across like that. He just wanted you to recognize your worth and celebrate yourself, because you deserved it. So, once you got that test paper back in your hand, you couldn’t help but smile because that meant a date with your significant other.

You were one of two humans attending RAD so you’d gotten used to the stares. So, you didn’t notice the deadly stares you were getting from a couple classmates. You carefully put the test in the folder of the subject it belonged to and sat through the rest of the lesson. Since it was the last of the day, you packed up your things, ready to head home. You were going home alone that day. Mammon was supposed to accompany you at home, but he got wrapped up in another one of his schemes last minute after the opportunity presented itself. As long as you didn’t tell the other brothers, it would be fine, since you knew they’d freak out. But you wanted the chance to prove yourself that you were more than capable, and could walk home alone more often. Unfortunately for you, it seemed like everything fell perfectly into line with those who were watching you.

You set off out of the school, waving goodbye to your friends as you split off in different directions. As soon as you got home, you were ready to get leftovers from the previous night’s dinner, and had been what you were thinking about all day. While walking, you messaged a couple friends, discussing your plans for the next day. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you failed to notice a few demons from your class following you. Finally, you noticed them when you stopped to cross a street. It made you a little uneasy, so you sped up.

Halfway home, a demon you didn’t recognize stepped out into your path. When you tried to step around him, he blocked your path. The demons following you from behind caught up, trapping you between the two groups. “Can I help you guys?” You’d barely had a chance to speak when you felt a rough shove from behind that stung. You could just barely reach the area, and the tips of your fingers came back with blood on them.

“That’s for being a stuck up brat and Lucifer’s little princess.” The one that shoved you snickered. Solomon had taught you a couple spells just for situations like this. Despite what they’d done to you, you couldn’t bring yourself to harm them. So instead of casting any offensive spells, you cast a defensive spell that granted you a temporary shield of sorts to allow you to get away further unscathed. As you ran, you were able to push past the demon in front of you. They followed you for a little bit, but after you yelled back at them, telling them you’d summon Lucifer or Satan, they promptly stopped in their tracks. They watched as you continued running. Even after you were out of their sight, you didn’t stop running until you were inside, in your room.

You stood still for a moment, trying to catch your breath. The adrenaline was dying down. It was only now that you could finally rest that you noticed the slow, but steady drip of blood made itself evident when you noticed it on the floor behind where you stood. You knew you kept a first aid kit in a box underneath your bed, so you fished it out. You began to try to patch yourself up, but you quickly realized there wasn’t much that you could do without help. You shed a couple layers, ans studying the now ruined jacket and green button up. You could worry about that later though. You studied yourself in the mirror, trying your best to get a look at your back. Your undershirt hadn’t been slashed, but the blood had started to run down into it, staining it.

The slash was just underneath the sigil mark you had at the nape of your neck that you’d had your entire life. You knew you needed help getting your wound treated since you couldn’t reach it yourself. The first demon your thought of was Satan, but that meant you’d have to explain the sigil, since you’d never told him about it. Reluctantly, you sent him a message, asking for his help. You knew he’d come running, so you didn’t elaborate. He responded quickly, asking you to summon him instead. You thought you had enough energy left, so youdid as he asked.

When he appeared, he was still in his RAD uniform and was clutching his bag to his side. He threw it down to the side and rushed towards you. “What happened?” He saw the blood on the floor and the discarded pieces of your uniform sitting face down on your bed.

“Don’t freak out. Please.” He looked worried, but nodded his head. You turned around and pushed your hair aside to reveal both the wound and the sigil. He gently placed his hand on your back, thumbing over the mark. His hands were cold on your skin, causing you to shiver.

“Sit down. I have a spell book back in my room. Don’t go anywhere.” He looked sad to leave, but he wasn’t gone long. In the short window of time that he was, you began to overthink and worry about what he might think of how that happened. You didn’t want him to think you were an idiot, or a coward. “Hold still, love. It might feel a little funny, but it’ll totally close the wound.” He held the book in one hand and placed his other hand flat on your back. He muttered an incantation under his breath, and right after he was done, you felt an odd tingle along the length of where the wound was.

“Thank you.” You tried to get up, but he pressed on your shoulders to sit you back down.

“I’m not done. I still want to clean off the blood.” Instead of using a spell for the task, he grabbed a pach of wipes he mustve brought with him to wipe off your back. You felt him pass it over your sigil a couple times. “Why didn’t you go to a professional, and why did you wait so long?” He threw the wipe in the trash, and grabbed another one to continue his work.

“You’re the only one I trust to do this, you know that as well as I do. Not that others would botch it, it’s just that it’s you.” You felt a little awkward admitting that, but it was the truth. You didn’t want to have to explain the sigil to anyone else, or trust them to see it, for that matter.

“I’m glad you trust me, but I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. If it does, you should do what is best for your well being.” He comfortingly rubbed your arm. The two of you sat quietly for a little longer as he finished patching you up.

“Do you want the story behind it?” You broke the silence, knowing he wanted the answer.

“Only if you want to tell me. It it would make you unforgettable, don’t. You don’t owe me an answer.” His voice was soft. You still couldn’t see his face because he was behind you, but you knew he’d be smiling at you if you were.

“I probably should tell you. It would’ve come up sooner or later anyways.” You paused for a moment, a little nervous, but you knew Satan wouldn’t judge you for something so out of your control. “I was actually born in the Devildom. My parents exchanged their firstborn for riches and whatnot. Thanks to that deal, I was born with this sigil, and no matter what, there’s nothing I can do to cover it up. I’ve tried every way possible, and the best I can do it a large bandaid, but that never lasts too long because it’s in a strange spot. I don’t remember much about my life here, but I was eventually rescued by some demon I wish I knew the name of when I was six or seven, and they found me a new, loving family in the human realm. Sometimes, I can still feel the pull of their magic, but that mysterious demon severed the deal.” You let out sigh.

“Is that why you were so apprehensive to be in the Devildom?” Satan asked. You nodded. “That would explain the light traces of demonic energy on you. I could never place it, but always just assumed it was because you have a pact with seven demons.” He suddenly hugged you. It surprised you a little at first, but you welcomed it. “If you want, I’ll help you find the demon that saved you.” You knew he would also find the demon your parents made a deal with, and the classmates that injured you, but he probably wanted to keep the moment sweet.

“Thank you. I’m not sure what I’d do without you.” You finally turned around to face him to hug him better.

“I could say the same about you. I’ll see what I can do about your shirt and jacket. A mending spell and a wash should do the trick.” He offered.

“Hey, by the way. I got an A on the test I took last week. Would it be too much to ask for a date night tonight?” You grew a little shy asking so directly, but it’s what you needed after the day you had.

“Of course. Congrats, my sweetheart. I’m so proud of you. Anywhere you’d like to go?” He gave you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Dealers choice please. You always pick something nice,” you said.

“I have the perfect place then. I have a favor to use. Put on something nice and meet me downstairs in an hour and a half.” You could tell he was already creating the plan for your evening together in his head. “I have a call to make. Will you be alright alone for now?” You practically melted at his gesture.

“Yes, thank you. I love you.” You meant what you said.

“I love you too.” He replied. You’d never guessed you’d end up back in the Devildom after all these years, but it was the place where you found true happiness, with Satan.

[basiltonpitch]

on losing a mother

[you-are-my-neverland]

ok. nano in one week and i have two (2) options:

drafting the post-chosen one wip. obviously this is the choice is should do with it as it is already started, i just kind of dropped off the last couple weeks. unfortunately, i have one glaring problem, which is that the most recent chapter went off the rails and i also reached the stopping point in my plot and now idk how to move forward. i know what's theoretically going to happen later on, but i need to seriously sit down and outline to smoothly draft. will i actually do that in a week? who knows.

start my pirate wip. the option i want because it's my current obsession, but i'm also very much in the creation stages and fleshing out worldbuilding details. so it's all bare bones, and i know starting it might be fun, but i don't have a firm enough grasp on the story itself yet unless i plan like crazy over this week. again, do i have time to do that? who knows.

[yellobb]

American “healthcare” can go fuck itself please and thank you

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[mashmouths]

it's supposed to be 85° tomorrow are you fucking kidding me

[risingsunresistance]

anyways I AM DONE WITH WORK YIPPEEEEEE im gonna get my ipad out and post a bit early just bc i dont wanna get busy tomorrow and forget about the posts :V i'll just reblog them in the middle of the day or something, whenever i get the time to be online

it's just two silly posts but they matter to me <3

[ilostyou]

being a night owl on a tired streak has to be one of the more frustrating feelings to exist

[iloveyoumorethansoup]

Bro I am straight up never never letting my mother tell me any sort of medical information ever again

[kimmkitsuragi]

little devil in my head is whispering me to play civ 6......... mustn't think

[svbhuman]

ok the stress actually finally got to me today when i have SIX fucking days left until # THAT happens! im so anxious rn bc theres so much to do and its so overwhelming

[libraford]

Park Cleanup Pet Peeves

I'll be starting my seasonal gig at Parks and Rec in a couple months and I've got a couple things I wanna say. I know that this will probably not reach the people who need to hear it, but if ONE LESS person leaves the parks a mess, I will be That Much Happier.

-You're not supposed to smoke, drink, or have sex in public parks but I know that people will anyway. But if you are going to do those things, please dispose of the evidence in the trash cans. A human has to pick these things up.

-Dog poop goes in a bag. Bag goes in the trash can.

-The little wax paper liners in the women's room? See you're supposed to put your pad/tampon in that wax paper bag, take the bag out of the bin, and then dispose of it in the actual trash can. Don't feel bad, no one told me either. Also no one told the dudes I work with. But this reduces direct exposure to bodily fluids, especially as the summer gets on and it gets hot in those bathrooms.

-On that subject! The little bins that they go in next to the toilet? Don't stick trash in there. Don't put diapers in there. Also don't put beer cans crushed in such a specific way that I slice my hand on them as I try to jimmy it out of there. Literally, that bin is too small for most things. They are meant specifically for those brown bags. Please for the love of god, throw things in the trash can.

-As for the urinals, please no solids. Most commonly gum and chewed tobacco, but you can use your imagination.

-If you're doing a photo shoot or an event with confetti, please use a paper confetti instead of a plastic one- its easier to get rid of.

-If you're doing a pizza party, we'd rather you stack the pizza boxes in a pile next to the trash can instead of trying to fit them in the trash. Because then we can just throw the trash bag over the top and tie it instead of trying to fish it out. This kind of goes for any big trash- if it won't fit in the trash can easily, don't try.

-Please don't call cops on people sleeping in the parks if they're not bothering anyone. Even if they've been sleeping there all day. Dude's just trying to chill.

-Destruction of the toilets will result in the indefinite locking of the restrooms. You ruined them and now everyone at the softball tournament can blame you for it.

-Parks people are not the police. We are maintenance workers who are not trained to handle most emergencies and the most we can do in any situation is report to the proper department. Please don't look to us for answers if someone is starting a fight.

-Also please don't spit on us for driving on the path. We're permitted to. Its essential for us to drive on the path to do our job.

-please don't abandon animals at the park. Rehome them properly. I spent a whole week trying to catch a rooster last summer.

-look, I get it- 'oh no, your pretty building has writing on it!' Grafitti is so edgy. We get it. But it means Jacob has to sand it off now so that the kids at the birthday party don't see a giant drawing of a weiner. Acts of rebellion that create more work for the working class are not revolutionary.

-please do not set fire to the Tiny Free Library. Why did you do that? That's mean.

-please do not feed bread to ducks and geese. Corn, birdseed, lettuce- those are better for them. If you want to reduce tge amount of goose poop in the parks, shop feeding them bread.

-also do not anger tge geese. They remember what its like to be dinosaurs.

I'll have more later, probably, once the season wears on.

[friendly-neighborhood-hermit]

It's so crazy and awful that I, as an American citizen of the US, have to weigh my options of "go into work and get paid" or "call off and stay home because you aren't feeling 100%" and more often then not I'll choose to go in because it could mean my job is on the line if I call off, because corporate hates its employees more than 90% of the time- wait let me rephrase, corporate LOVES money, and doesn't care about its employees, so if you're not in work bringing in profit, your not seen as useful, they dont care if you're feeling ill

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