#if you feel lonely you can literally just make a food someone else has made for you before and it's almost like a social interaction

[doppelnatur]

Food is literally love tho

[quimichi]

. . . . ╰──╮FURINA GF HEADCANONS ╭──╯ . . . .

Furina x GN!Reader

*ೃ༄ like I said in another post, she has this talent where she can both be clingy but not. She's a mystery yk

*ೃ༄ will tease you but can get awfully flustered too, especially in public. But she wouldn't admit it, she can play it off very well you won't notice a thing

*ೃ༄ and yes, she always takes you to court, you have a chair beside her. Even asks you about what you think, your view on things are interesting to her especially in some more complicated cases

*ೃ༄ having dinner with you or any food is something she wants and needs. Desperately even. You don't make her feel lonely, obviously. And she is quite intrigued in what you like and dislike, what kinds od textures you enjoy or how you eat this dish specifically. It sounds stranger and stalkerish but listen, the details are important. It makes you, you

*ೃ༄ and discovering you like the depths of fontaines sea? Sign her up. She's quite curious

*ೃ༄ she has secrets herself but it's way more fun getting yours out than hers

*ೃ༄ spontanic, and it's both painful and exciting

*ೃ༄ wants to appear like the best in front of you. Not only does she want you impress you with her abilities as an Archon, but with looks and how she holds herself too

*ೃ༄ legitimately practiced in front of a giant mirror. The poses, expressions, tones of voice literally anything. She even made up conversations that could happen to get better. She really wants to impress you and seem like someone you can look up to

*ೃ༄ has jealousy problems. Will either shut you out completely when she's jealous or will be possessive. Makes sure people know your hers even without her touch on you, without any marks or other such things. People should know because of the way she treats you, and she expects them to know

*ೃ༄ just as much she expects everyone to respect you like her. She's an Archon yes, but you are her love, her everything. If they don't respect you or show care, neither will she for them

*ೃ༄ gives you cutle lil presents in a daily basis, when she spots something shimmery like a shell, she gets it. A necklace, you get it. This pretty rock, you get it. This random rainbow rose, you get it. Yk what I mean, it's always something else, quite exciting huh?

*ೃ༄ kinda like a sugar mommy but also not, at least she doesn't gives off this vibe. Yes she does pay for everything, but you also pay for your own things sometimes, so does she. And you also pay for things for her. It's just that most if the time it's her with the control over the money but you both act very neutral about that, she insist to pay tho-

*ೃ༄ wants all your attention, quote literally. Pay to much attention to this random stranger with a pretty bag and you're done for the day. Kinda pissed off at you but also pissed off at the stranger. Jealous but with this hint of childishness

*ೃ༄ quite insecure, she has an image to keep up. She struggles a lot on the inside and has many issues, a hug can't fix it but it does help. Really, she has hopes you could cure her in a way, fix her-

*ೃ༄ thrives of compliments. She trys to give them back but well, actions and gifts make it better, it's an easier "wording"

*ೃ༄ a relationship with Furina takes a lot of time, she will slowly, very slowly let hurler guard down, show you how she truly is and feels. It takes a lot of work and trust from her side to let any negative thing out

*ೃ༄ as long as you have patience with her, it will be much easier for both of you. But of course she also carries a big part in the relationship and will try her best to make you also feel better!

A/n: idk much about her I just trusted my intuition, but I do really like her so--

[spaceagebachelormann]

Platonic hcs for Adam Frankenstein and a gender neutral reader that befriends him? hope you’re having a great day btw!

platonic adam frankenstein hcs !

✧ warnings: some swearing

✧ additional info: oh my god i got so excited when i saw this request by all means pls send more for my classic monsters m.list and/or phantom of the opera (if you’ve seen it ofc) this made me so happy ur an angel. also can be read as either the book or movie versions <3

✧ m.list — nav.

so like

he’d probably be intimidated when u first come across him

like he doesn’t trust you but he isn’t going to hurt you because he doesn’t have a reason

you probably need to show him ur not gonna do anything before he stops trying to get away from u

and when that happens he’ll still be a bit suspicious

just start by introducing urself and explaining ur intentions and he’ll calm down

he finally introduces himself to u as gently as he can cause he doesn’t wanna like. scare u away ofc

once he gets comfortable he’s such a good friend

one of the first things he does is ask u abt ur life cause he feels like it’s important to know what ur friends lives are like (he’s right go check up on ur friends rn if ur reading this 😒)

he knows he can’t like stay with u (probably) and u can’t stay with him so he gets kinda sad when u leave

goodbye hugs absolutely happen!!

and he’s super gentle cause he’s really strong and could easily crush u

also def gives head pats

erm anyway

typa guy to walk into ur house like he lives there (if u live alone)

but if he doesn’t i feel like you would be going to wherever tf he is more than him coming to u

and he gets so happy if u just show up unexpectedly

like that shit makes him more happy than showing up on scheduled time

and if ur ever late cause u had a problem for someone else oh my god

a) u came to the right person because he’s very sweet and understanding and will listen to u and give input if u ask

b) he’ll stomp that mf like a bug if u want him too

c) his hugs are fucking amazing

he’s so good at comforting <3

other than that he’d probably know how to cook from living alone so he’d like making u food

even if u don’t ask he has something ready for u

and you WILL eat it or i’m gonna come after u 😒

would also randomly bring u gifts as a thank you for befriending him because now he isn’t as lonely and has someone to talk to! <3

the thought of him like getting all happy when u come through the door to see him is making me so happy and sad at the same time he’s such a cutie patootie

this one might take some time. but once he’s rlly rlly comfortable he’ll prob tell u abt what happened with victor

was mainly afraid of telling u cause he wasn’t sure how u would react

has so much more respect for u when u aren’t rude to him abt it <3

if u have any random drama bro is invested

“SHE DID WHAT” core

will think ur in the right literally no matter what

u could’ve done some shit scandalous and he’s defending u

u could probably help him come outside more cause he’d always be inside

just say to him “hey we should go for a walk!!” and with a bit of convincing ur suddenly outside in the woods on a walk

THE ANIMALS LOVE HIM SO MUCH

like it’s so cute he’s sitting on the ground trying to pay attention to 15 animals at once

even if he’s deformed they know hes rlly sweet and wouldn’t do anything to them

also he’d fucking love picnics

like just sitting there and listening to u talk abt whatever

he loves it <3

[mrsnancywheeler]

i have returned with another idea

so in my head, i think that District 4 has a cute lil celebration every summer in that goes from 8pm to midnight. basically, in order to kinda boost moral for all 12-18 year olds in the District, an event is held every year at the plaza and it’s orchestrated by lots of the adults. the whole plaza gets decorated with sea shells and handmade decorations in a variety of blue colours. it’s all very ocean themed and they call it ‘The Ocean Festival’. It’s basically a huge party which includes, music, dancing, food and even some cute lil games like trying to hook those little plastic ducks.

But there is a main event. The day of the festival, the adults put the name of every single 12-18 year old on seashells (separately) and then all of the kids scatter them across the ocean. There is a singular crabbing pot that will pick up a random shell. it’s somewhere in the ocean that only one adult knows the location of.

Nearing to the end of the festival, that adult swims out and collects the crab pot, and whoever’s shell is inside is crowned as ‘The Oceans Chosen One’. It’s such a cute tradition because whoever is crowned literally gets this cool crown made of shells. Idk why but i always think of Voulez-Vous by ABBA when thinking about District 4- so i can just imagine that song playing while everyone is dancing around the ‘Ocean’s chosen one’. (like the dance in Mama Mia with Voulez-Vous)

But i think you can tell where im finally going with this. So when reader is 16, she is crowned as the ‘chosen one’ and of course everyone is happy because everyone loves her. so everyone is dancing around her and i can just imagine Finnick watching from a distance, just admiring her. Sadly, this was some time after he broke up with her, so he couldn’t be the one dancing with her in the middle of the circle. So instead, Conway was.

Finnick would literally be seething with anger as he watches Conway dance with his sweet girl in the middle of the circle. he’s spinning her, lifting her up and what not. Finnick just glares at Conway’s hands on readers waist as he picks her up and lifts her into the air. All he can think about is how he wishes he could be the one lifting his sweet girl up, and how beautiful she looks with the seashell crown on her head.

sorry for rambling but i’ve been thinking of this all day after listening to Voulez-Vous in the morning and i actually couldn’t stop😭😭

I love this so so much 💋💋💋💋

reader would totally be helping decorate with conway's siblings, just having the time of their life. swimming around to find what they all feel the best places are. and finnick is left to participate with his fair weather friends, he probably 'forgets' to put his in, he doesn't need to win anything else. but he's definitely got an eye on his sweet girl all night.

nobody's really dressed fancy, but it's their non-working, nicer clothing in blues and whites on top of their swimsuits. victors usually buy the food from the markets so the food is better then usual for most of the district. people play music, dance, eat, while waiting for 11:00 when the oceans chosen one is finally announced. reader is fluttering around in her flowy blue sundress, talking to nearly everyone, and even though he's surrounded by people finnick feels so lonely to know you'll never make your rounds over to him. the finally the time has come and it's your name, and finnick's ecstatic to see his sweet girl getting the attention she deserves, the sweet, loving kind from the children and people there.

you look so ethereal in the moonlight shining off the seashell crown, then it's time to dance and the chosen one always gets to pick someone to be their partner for it. and for a split second your eyes catch finnick's before you're moving on to grab conway's hand. and finnick wishes nothing more then to be up there with you, with his pretty girl. but it's you and conway, he just has to sit on the sidelines now.

(kind of a sick parallel for a year later her to be picked at the reaping with conway, while finnick is once again on the sidelines. the ocean chose her, but so did the Capitol)

and you're growing up, so is conway, and finnick can tell that's only made him love you more. with the way conway is looking at you, touching you, holding you, acting like he's the one who's meant to be there. even if finnick's view is obscured by the circles of people he can't bear it without thinking about how badly he wants to be holding his sweet girl's hand right now. so he makes up an excuse to go home to his so-called friends. and leaves, not before nicking your shell, the only part of you he can hold close now.

and when you notice he's gone it's almost enough to ruin your mood because having his eyes on you is the only way you've been able to have his presence in so long. but this is what your life is going to be, so you'll have to get used to it. even if it hurts that he can't celebrate with you.

I think district 4 is so abba coded overall, like idk how to explain it, they just are 💋💋💋💋

[the-s1lly-corner]

Slenderman with a s/o who gardens and is really self sustaining? I just want that cottagecore life in the creepy woods with him so badly, flower crowns and all that >_<

Slenderman w/ a cottagecore!partner

i am soso so so sorry it took me so long to get to this ask SOBS ive been bouncing between a bunch of brainrots and kinda just. sitting. im trying to ease back into this acc but!! short post, apologies for that :(!! not proof read im literally typing this on the fly before my motivation burns away

honestly i think this is his type, if weird/funky people arent ! hes really into nature, given that hes a silly forest demon in my hc, natures like his whole. deal

the idea of flower crowns never crossed his mind but hes not going to resist you when you offer him one; in fact i like to think that he keeps it somewhere when hes not wearing it... which isnt often, hes gotta keep up the appearance of scary monster

he presses all the flowers you give him, keeping them stored away in a book

wanna go on a picnic? he cant really... eat traditional people food, but hey as long as youre not opposed to him eating human meat then its all good

this is a joke, he doesnt enjoy eating in front of others, much less in front of you. dont pry or ask, he doesnt like addressing it, doesnt matter if youre a normal person, a crp, a human, or a demon like him; he just doesnt like discussing it

brain blast moment, star gazing. slender may not know the proper names for constellations or which group of stars are actually constellations, but that doesnt matter. hes made his own and hes more than happy to tell you about them... being an isolated forest monster gets lonely, you know? even with the proxy thing

i still stand by my hc of "slenderman is simply a force of nature whos grey but he curses the fact that like everyone else he longs for some sort of companionship, the curse of sentience and longing"

anyways

dont get me wrong, hes still... whack, he doesnt like it when you go out into the forest when theres intruders or when its his feeding time; he doesnt want to make you see that sort of thing... mix of being disgusted with himself and not wanting to scare you off

you could reassure him all you want but theres always going to be that self loathing

moving on

noooo cuz imagine picking mushrooms with him

i admit i know next to nothing about cottagecore stuff but im trying my best

OHOH HE LOVES CARRYING YOU ON HIS BACK, YOUR ARMS WRAPPED AROUND HIS SHOULDERS LEGS AROUND HIS WAIST

loves the feeling of having you close to him, hes touch starved tbh, and it makes him feel like he can protect you like that

makes the best tea, depending on where you hc the location he probably has some plants growing there naturally that he can use for it

ooooooouuuuugh the two of you sitting inside his office, its raining outside. youre sewing something, and hes reading. ooough i love quiet comfortable silence between lovers

gardening is a must, slenderman already tends to care for the forest and keep it in the best possible shape and return what he takes; he will expect you to do the same. only thing he wont force you to do is disposal of... things

hopping back to the plant pressing, he also keeps rocks or other trinkets you give him, this man will absolutely go feral if someone comes in and destroys something. it can be a pebble and thered be blood

oooiugh big mean cold demon whos soft for their small mortal partner

[rickie-the-storyteller]

Meet the Writer Tag!

(Thank you so much to @mysticstarlightduck for tagging me! Sorry I took so long lol)

This is me!

(I don't normally wear this many accessories/jewellery lol. But I wish I did! I love it sm)

Three Fun Facts About Me:

I have never been in a relationship before. Ever. The only experience I have in that department is through other people's stories, not really my own. And by that, I mean that I'm used to watching my friends/people around me getting in and out of relationships, and listening to songs about romance and love and heartbreak... but not really relating to them due to not having any of those experiences myself (but it's alright, tho. It'll happen when it happens! In the meantime, I always have my made-up ships from my writing lol).

My favourite book growing up was "Matilda" by Roald Dahl. I thought Matilda was such a cool girl growing up lol. And lowkey relatable in a lot of ways. No, I wasn't a child genius. But she kind of fits into the archetype that I always found comfort in due to being that kind of person myself. Smart/intellectually curious, bookworm, introverted/independent, genuinely kind and has a heart in spite of being seen as cold by others (another example of this is Huey from Boondocks. Been rewatching some episodes of that show recently and wow... forgot how crazy it was lol. It's good, tho).

Christmas is my favourite holiday! 🎅❄️🎄I do get why some people may dislike it, I guess (like, my younger sister isn't a fan, and she's explained why... I get it. The over-commercialisation of it takes a lot of the "specialness" out of it, you know? Distracts from the actual meaning behind it and all. Plus, it can suck if you're just feeling sad and lonely during a time of celebration for everyone else. Aside from that, technically Easter is more significant if you look at it from the lens of which Christian holiday is most important). But I love the joyfulness and festiveness. Makes me feel all jolly and cosy inside. Plus, I love singing Christmas carols. And presents. And Christmas movies. I just love Christmas lol.

Favorite season:

Autumn. Or fall, as some others prefer to call it. That's when my birthday is!!

(Second place is summer because that's holiday season. Plus, that's when my sister's birthday is.)

Continent where I live:

I live in the UK, so Europe.

How I spend my (free) time:

Writing (duh)

Writeblr stuff (tag games, making OC playlists, answering questions, communicating with followers and having discussions with them about writing, etc)

YouTube (mainly watching videos... but I do want to start making videos myself at some point. Stay tuned for that, I guess)

Studying/school assignments (I'm in university)

Listening to music

Singing

Watching movies/TV shows

Reading

Eating lol

Are you published?

No. It'd be cool to be, though. Pretty sure I've mentioned this at least once before, but I want to self-publish the Stephanie Smith saga once I'm done with it.

Introvert or extrovert?

Introvert. 100% introvert lol. I feel most comfortable within myself when I'm by myself. As a kid, I was so painfully shy that the thought of going up to someone and asking a simple question would terrify me lol. As I got older, though, I was super duper lonely, and I realised that I had no real friends because I was keeping myself all closed off in a tight shell, so I'd literally force myself to open up and become more social and make friends with other kids. I practised it, like how you do with any skill. Now it's not so bad. I'd say I can carry a conversation with someone fairly well, even if I don't know them so well.

Favorite meal:

Ooooh.... this is hard. I love most foods lol.

I think I'll go with something a little bit more traditional. I'm Kenyan, and one of my favourite meals that I've grown up eating is chapatti and stew (any kind of stew, or soup. But my mum would usually make this stew with kidney beans. That was a big hit growing up). Haven't had it in almost a year, tho.

Aside from that, I love pizza. And Nandos.

Tagging: @clairelsonao3, @exquisitecrow, @mister-writes, @winterandwords, @mjparkerwriting, @e-everlasting-g, @erieautumnskies, @annethewittywriter, @writingwithfolklore, @ashwithapen

[somedayillbepeterpan]

I want to write an in-depth analysis of Ji Dong-hui's murderous obsession towards Choi Chiyeol but my dumb brain can't figure out what to say.

So let's look at the timeline of Dong-hui's descent to madness. My ramblings are all over the place but I do want to talk to someone who may have a more cohesive understanding of how to explain Ji Donghui's character.

-early childhood to middle school: grew up with no dad maybe. Grew up with an emotional and physically abusive mom who took it out on both him and his sister.

-Middle school/high school: Even when the household was dysfunctional, sister grew up to be a positive person who loved to study (which is probably pushed mainly by her desire to get out of that abusive household). When mom says, her kids are her only hope, they might be poor and she wants her kids to save her from poverty. (which is never a good motivation to get kids studying). Mom does the unthinkable and pushes sister to the brink when she gave her daughter the answer sheet to "ensure" her future. Sister crumbs under the guilt and kills herself leaving the brother on his own to deal with crazy mom. He starts practicing his metal ball slingshot around this time.

-Highschool: Living with mom is hell. He is also pushed to the brink but instead of killing himself, he kills his mom. Due to being a minor (and this is also when he first starts to learn how to become manipulative), he was let go. He probably started killing animals with his metal sling shot around this time but he can never get back the feeling of revenge from killing his mom.

-Young adulthood: Ji Dong Hui is born from feelings of revenge and loneliness. Revenge probably started from the educational system and he found a "hero" he can wants to be a "support" for. Choi Chiyeol, the only adult that his sister trusted. He will serve this "hero" because this hero is the only person who showed him and his sister kindness. Also, he's just as lonely as he is.

-"Serving" Choi Chiyeol: He knows Chiyeol inside and out because he's made Chiyeol into who he is. But the Chiyeol that he knows who he thinks is "professional" is an empty shell because everything the Choi Chiyeol, the star teacher, is not really the Choi Chiyeol but Ji Donghui's projection. And he protects this projection fiercely by literally killing anyone who even comes near it (remember the girl who causes the "first scandal" that we become aware of who we never heard of again).

-Nam Haengseon comes barging in to Choi Chiyeol's life: From the get-go, Mr. Ji has done his best to keep Chiyeol to himself and to getting him away from the Nam family. From attacking them early on, to convincing Chiyeol repeatedly to get food somewhere else, from giving his disapproval to Chiyeol tutoring Haeyi, to controlling the situation by printing the materials for Haeyi, to blowing up on him when Chiyeol was angry over Mr. Popular exposing Haengseon

-Nam Haengseon and Chiyeol dating era: Nope nope nope for Ji Donghui and he starts to crack. He tries to threaten and manipulate Haengseon by showing two faces, making her believe that being with Chiyeol is going to end in heartbreak. He starts cracking even more and resolves that there is no other way of getting Chiyeol back to being his "hero" but to take out the blockage that is Nam Haengseon.

And now we're on Ep 14. I hate this character so much but I love Shin Jaeha is an incredible actor by portraying the duality really well. I didn't suspect him until I saw the theories when I jumped on tumblr late into ep 9.

The unhealthy co-dependency, worshipping a human who is just as lonely and traumatised as him, the projection of a "hero" is all so so so creepy. I can't shake the creepiness. And I can't stand his character. I don't think I even want him to stay alive in this show. I understand that what he went through is really past what can even be called trauma, if you think about it. But any person who resort to murder (or even just doing something evil like the evil moms of this show) and justify that as something they did for the good of another, is something I can't get my head around.

I think, if there is any redemption, it would come from his "hero", Choi Chiyeol, which is actually true to form. He is kind, even though he is lonely and depressed inside. I also think that Nam Haengseon would be a key factor in his redemption because actually, they are both kind who knows how to take care of the people around them.

I'm just hoping no one else dies.

[creepypastalover97]

Ok, time for another creepypasta au headcannon

Today’s headcannon is going to be about Circe’s #1 BF

Will grossman

Just to clarify. I know in canon will has not killed a single person in his life. He just gets lucky, like all his kills are just freak accidents.

Now on with the headcannon .

. Will is a honest to god himbo. I’m not going to beat around the bush here: Will Grossman is a fucking idiot. He doesn’t have book or street smarts, He had to be told, at age 25 mind you, that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny aren’t real. This is how bad it is:

“ guess who has was also born on December 25, like I was?!” -Circe

“ Jesus?” - will grossman

“ no you idiot, I’m talking about laughing jack”- Circe

“ LAUGHING JACK IS JESUS!!!!!!” - will grossman

. He does not understand sarcasm

. Cannot spell for shit and has the worst handwriting you’ve ever seen in your life

. Circe and Laughing Jack are literally Will’s only friends. Every single other resident of the Under Realm hates him. Nina the Killer gets more respect than him. The only time anyone besides LJ or Circe hangs out with him is if they want something from him or they want to screw with him.

. Will desperately wants people to like and respect him. He’s super lonely and desperate for the approval of others. He wants to be an infamous serial killer because he thinks people will finally give him respect.

. He has autism

. He likes to act like he’s a big shot and supper confident. But is actually HORRENDOUSLY insecure

(( especially around other big killers it makes him feel small and worthless))

. BIG HORROR MOVIE FAN! (( his favorite has to be “ House Of 1000 Corpses” and “ SAW “ )) he also likes videogames, watching/criticizing the serial killers from the documentaries he watches, plays with Chuper and hang out with his best friends LJ and Circe.

. He's expressive and easy to read, he does try to tone down his emotions when he gets sad or angry since getting overly emotional isn't good, but neither is bottling it all up.

. His mask isn’t the same one as Isaac’s, it’s just a replica. But Will wants everyone to believe it’s the same mask because “this creepy mask’s been in my family for generations” sounds cooler than “i paid someone 1500 $ to make a creepy mask for me”.

. He knows LJ came in a box, that he used to be colorful, that he was made for someone and that he's claustrophobic because he spent a long time trapped in his box, but he doesn't know all the details to know how far back LJ's connection to his family is.

. Will and LJ have been friends since Will arrived in the UnderRealm . LJ knew right away who Will's Grandpa was, and at first held a deep grudge. That was, until he realized how clueless Will actually was. LJ now protects Will with an iron grip. Which, props to LJ for becoming a mom, I guess. William however can barely survive on his own. It's a good thing Pasta's still need to eat or else William wouldn't even have a job.

. That's right, Will goes to The institution by day, and works KFC ( Kentucky fried children) at night. ^^ tired boi he is.

. Alchoholism runs in the family, he goes out drinking with LJ at times, but hasn't reached the point where he feels he needs to drink.

. He's a dog person, which is why he has Chuper. He's fully aware Chuper isn't a dog and just looks dog-like, will still baby him like any regular human would baby their dog.

. he has a folder filled to the brim with pictures of his favorite serial killers and their victims body’s.

. his favorite food consists of Fast food and junk food

. no way shape or form was Will ever abused, neglected, mistreated or bullied growing up! He lived an incredibly average life- his parents raised him in a middle class suburban neighborhood, they never argued or fought. ( Will and Circe actually bonded over the fact of their backgrounds were similar, well besides Circe always was a killer) Thus what he ended up doing in the future came to everyone as a complete shock and horror. Motives? He doesn’t have one- quite frankly he doesn’t believe in them- he just woke up one day and decided he wanted to be a serial killer.

. He listens to nothing but shitty nu-metal and pop punk songs from the 2000′s. Will unironically thinks “How Could This Happen To Me” by Simple Plan is one of the greatest songs in the entire history of music.

. To kill he prefers heavy blunt instruments, like sledgehammers or metal baseball bats, maybe even a cast iron frying pan in a pinch.

. He’s pretty messy about the killing honestly, so he always needs to add in time to clean and double check that he hasn’t lost any of his own blood. To make things easier he always wears a hairnet under his snapback.

. Absolutely BLASTS eastly 2000’s pop punk music through his headphones while disposing of the body and might even bust some moves.

. Enjoys gambling but has shit luck and no strategy for card games.

. Similar to this he is absolutely terrible with money, he always spends way too much and borrows other peoples money and then doesn’t return it.

. Basically lives off sports drinks, he likes light blue and red the best.

. He can’t keep a plant alive for longer than a few weeks, he always forgets to water them, and on the off chance he does remember he overwaters by a mile.

. Has a few scars on his hands from learning how to twirl a butterfly knife. He’s actually pretty good at it now though.

. His favourite colour is forest green. Closely followed by pastel pink. Definitely has both pink and traditional green camo pants.

. He drives really fast and changes lanes aggressively. He’s one of those people who laughs while passing a semi-truck WAY too close.

. Winks at people all the time, even like old men. It’s a little weird some times.

. Has both ears pierced once, one nipple, his tongue, and his frenum (dick) pierced.

. Will sometimes is just absolutely baby brained/lh, he will sometimes just wanna touch things he shouldn't

. is British and Celtic.( he was so stoked when he found out Circe was part British. He would have never guessed due to her looks and lack of a British accent.)

. He tries to impress his crushes by attempting skateboard tricks he can’t actually do. It has never worked for him, but he has absolutely not learned his lesson. And probably never will.

. Is a collage drop out. ( he felt normal school was never his thing. So he made a few pipe booms and set them off at his college campus, taking the life of 107 people.)

. Is the great, great grandson of the London ripper ( aka issac grossman) you bet he was over the moon when he found out his great great grandfather was a serial killer.

. Forgetful af. If he forgets something about you dont take it personally. Hes just a very forgetful person.

. He feels that Lj and Circe are the only ones he can trust.

. Actually does take showers.

. He wears eyeshadow and paints his nails

. A strawberry blonde with light blue eyes.

. Roommate with LJ, they're pretty much bros

. currently questioning his sexuality, he struggles with it a lot.

“so the man who tried to kill you! What did he look like?”- Laughing Jack

“He was so hot- it was crazy“ - will grossman

Frankie has tried to kill Will on several occasions

. Will is a massive fanboy of Jeff and begs him for an autograph every time he sees him.

. He doesn't exactly hate Frankie, but he's not too fond of him either, he's an asshole. He'd still help him out if the guy needed any help, he's not heartless (tbh, Frankie would do the same for Will n LJ but won't admit it shhhhh).

. hes insecure on how well he does co paired to others in the institution. Like he thinks hes not good enough to be there or something. ( good thing Circe there for him during school hours to cheer him up. Since they are also a student there)

. Pretty damn good at fighting. Despite being pretty thin and not particularly strong, he’s very fast and agile. However, if he gets too close to an opponent and they manage to overpower him then he is fucked.

. Kind of naïve to how the underrealm works (Jack’s fault, not his), and as a result can be overly optimistic. Less about the creatures there, more about the people.

. Reserved. He mainly keeps to himself and tries to keep his head down. Whilst he’s pretty naïve about the underrealm, he does know that being a human there is risky.

. Bit of a pushover, he’s not really a fan of starting fights, mainly because he can’t be arsed, so he just kind of puts up with people.

. Will and Circe actually connect very well, and are BF’s despite their age difference

Will Grossman: 25

Circe r. Ackerman: 16

. Circe considers Will as a friend. Both of them often feel like outcasts amongst the others and as a result they kinda understand each other. Circe studied psychology in high school so she has a more advanced understanding of autism, which Will has, than the average person and as a result she much more accepting and compassionate towards Will's hyperfixations, sensory issues, self-stimulatory behaviour, etc. Will on the other hand is a very patient person and doesn't judge Circe for being overly blood-thirsty and having severe mood swings, which a lot of the pastas are cautious of. They like to jam out to music from the 2000’s and get fast food together.

. He sometimes misses his old life, as boring as it was, he misses his parents too and it's still a somewhat sensitive topic for him since he didn't get to say goodbye to them.

Overall will grossman is no doubt a dork. But he’s lj’s and Circe’s dork. So he’s in good hands/claws

P.s none of this is canon. So don’t take seriously if you don’t want to. so don’t hate, if you do. Take it somewhere else. Thank you. Bye 👋🏻

P.s.s. Go check out Circe’s origin story on archive of our own. It’s called rabbits are not what they seem.

[better-off-withoutme]

Separately from all that or kinda at least.

Im fucking lonely.

The only one I have out here is my best friend and as ive established she is completely disinterested in me.

Ive never been too good at making friends, I always misinterpret shit, miss cues, dont know what to say or how to get someone to be my friend and actually stay my friend.

Which is why when i finally made friends I held on to them. Now though Im hundreds of miles away from them and everyone has there own lives, and me? Im out of site out of mind.

My family is the same way. I haven’t spoken to my mom who for so long WAS my best friend in literally weeks. I try to call but something always comes up and she says “ill call you back”… she never does. My sister? Another one of my best friends… pffft she talks more to my actual best friend than she does to me, they literally talk to each other more than either of them talk to me combined.

It just seems like if i was to just go missing.. like pooof. No one would even notice. I think the only one that would is my fucking cat who seems to now be my new best friend since everyone else cant be bothered. Honestly i dont think my actual best friend the person i live with would notice my absence for days if it werent for my cat, shed bother her for food and be confused as to why im not there to feed her.

My cat is my baby and i love her so id never do that to her. If anything id take her with and just drop off the face of the earth, probably be a week before anyone even thought about me and where i was.

I just miss my friends and my family.

I go to work, I come home, I eat, I sleep, and i cuddle my cat. Repeat.

Its like im in an entire different dimension. I can see everyone passing by, but no one except my damn cat can see me.

Its fucking depressing. Im depressed… again almost as bad as that year.

Ive fucking gone to self harm again and fuck im so disgusted and disappointed in my self i swore id never do that shit again and yet here we are. I just wanted to break this THING that im in or at least for a second feel like i did, Im suck and I dont know how to help myself anymore. Its like i feel nothing and everything all at the same time. Im numb but filled with so many emotions its fucking overwhelming.

I dont know what to do anymore.

[mwalani]

Vent, ignore it!!

I feel lonely. I, I don't know. I just don't feel like there's anyone there, actually there for me. My parents? No way. My friends? They don't even answer me on time and whenever I say something more serious they brush it off. And who else I have? I lost a friend because I couldn't keep with her personality and how she was. And I'm probably going to end another friendship too because she doesn't even seem to care about me anymore. Why can't I just have someone there for me? Who I can send a message and know that they will answer as soon as they can. Not even the moment I send the message, just, the moment they see it and aren't busy they answer. And if they have a bad day, someone who trusts me enough to come and talk to me about it. I never had someone like that before, the closest I had was my friend who turned out that she made me have some abandonment issues, wow!! The other friend who was closes to it too now don't even message me if I don't do it myself. And I can't even make friends because I'm too shy and embarrassed to talk to new people, so whenever there's someone in the same room with me that aren't my 'friends', I start to get nervous and shit, why?? I genuinely can't talk to new people without getting all nervous about it. This is the only safe place I have that I feel like I can get those thoughts out of my head without worrying about someone reading it or not because I'm just letting these out, not like when it's with a friend where I'm nervous all the fucking time thinking "maybe they were lying and I shouldn't have send this" "maybe I'm just dramatic" "they're probably judging me". And also, the people on my class all think I only open my mouth to talk shit. Wow, thank you so much for saying this to my face, that made me so happy!! Ugh, and it's not my fault that they're always getting on my nerves! I try to stay calm, I try to hide my anger I swear I try, but they just don't fucking stop, never. They never stop so I just let it our by cursing or yelling at them, and they laugh it off, make me even more angry, don't stop, and continue what they were doing and make me feel like a fucking clown crying. This is so fucking stupid I hate venting I hate this stupid school my stupid fucking life and all the pressure I have, this fucking feeling of loneliness and how I can't even eat properly because somehow I don't get hungry often and I think I might have a problem with eating because I can go a full day without eating and I literally don't eat lots of foods because I dislike a lot of textures and tastes and smells of them. I hate this, I hate my school, and my life, my body, my mind, everything, I wish I could just disappear and restart life as a normal person who likes to eat more, isn't shy, has lots of good friends who actually seems to care about them, and is smart, because not even this shit I am. I mean, I get good grades yeah, my mom said something about me being a genius or whatever, but whenever I get a grade that isn't too high, I get really desperate, not for me, but for my parents. What they will think? They're going to be mad at me ofc. I ugh I'm done writing this fucking shit if I feel like that again I might write more but idfc it's 3am and I have school in 4 hours but I can't fall asleep. Wow

[bonetownresident]

I want people to know I reply to every comment on my fic. Yes EVERY comment.

I had someone rant to me about shark background characters for like a hundred comments and I replied to every single one even though they literally were only telling me how much they'd prefer if the story was about those damn sharks and how they'd skipped like most of my story just to tell me to add in some sharks.

I would've preferred they told me about my story or had a discussion about that instead, but dammit if someone is engaging with what I do I'm going to talk to them. Even if it's a little disheartening to hear they don't seem to care for what I've written.

It's weirdly lonely writing a long form piece of fanfiction, which I guess is sort of the nature of the medium. You write and its supposed to be for yourself.

I should be enjoying it because it's supposed to be for me, right?

But sometimes I feel like I'm preparing a banquet of wonderful foods and everyone around me is just silently enjoying their meal. Meanwhile I'm sitting there with a blindfold.

I know they're there, someone has to be.

But sometimes its easy to forget I'm not the only one enjoying things until someone speaks, and my god does that make me feel more sane.

Like I'm not just throwing letters onto a blank page like some kind of monkey perpetually strapped to a typewriter. That my words are even slightly coherent, and knowing that what I do is real.

That I'm real.

Then again maybe coherency isn't what someone should hope for. Perhaps coherency only limits what we can do, for fear of seeming like an other.

That mortifying ordeal of seeming incoherent.

Fear of incoherency, leads to stagnation. A grip which holds so tight, which makes you second guess yourself all the time.

Wanting so desperately to make the words you speak matter when you aren't even sure what you mean. Let alone have the capacity to explain it to someone else. But why let your words be held in your chest? Isn't never speaking just as bad as being incoherent?

Worse even.

Silence is an answer, a decision to see the vast expanse of everything and say "I refuse to speak. To speak incoherently is to be misconstrued and made into something shapeless and contorted beyond my control in the minds of others."

But isn't that just as good as never existing at all?

I don't think I really have a point to this anymore. I've bumbled my way into incoherency, but in that sense maybe I've also bumbled my way into a point.

That there is a beauty to incoherency, that one may one day find their way to coherency. To being something more than just nonsensical words, a collection of 1's and 0's on a website crudely turned into variables which represent letters.

Or maybe I've just rambled, very late into the night after a long day and said absolute nonsense. Both are possible, as is the concept that there is something inbetween.

That I should not be so tightly bound or in search of coherency and validation but just simply be.

Even if being in such a way, is Incoherently Coherent.

[ireallydontunderstandpeopleatall]

it's Sunday night, father's day 2023 and Richard just left and idk why it felt like he took my heart with him when he left. he annoyed me so much when he was here, i yelled at him constantly and couldnt wait for him to leave although I didn't have the heart to tell him to get out and the only reason he actually left tonight is bc I have work tomorrow and he FINALLY goes back to work on tuesday which is when his work leave is over that he requested for for the California San Francisco trip. I cried when i came back inside, in the shower and while I was putting my pj's on like a high school girl that just got dumped my emotions are running high and idk if it's the pre-period hormones or what but i thought i hate him so why am i missing him so much already. i told myself i hate him. will never forgive him and i thought atlanta healed me so what happened? i seriously have not had time to enjoy my post vacation highs by myself, after atlanta i had a week before san francisco and richard has been here since san francisco and i didnt want to make him leave after he just helped me drive during our california trip and he was still off work so i said ok you can stay for a few days and now it's been one full week since we got back from california plus an extra weekend. so the first week back we're recovering and it was ok, he irritated me here and there but we got along for the most part and of course me yelling and throwing insults every so often although I think I only brought up his infedelity once which is a huge improvement and like I said I think atlanta made me feel like a new person. so there was time when he was his usual lazy self that seems selfish like he didn't want to participate in cleaning up his soda cans, the dinner we finished that is still out or just sitting at the computer when smores is in bed waiting for him. but then there's times when hes doing things like actually paying for our meals, and then there was that good moment when he suggested we buy food to make at home so we don't keep eating out which surprised me but made me happy and then he's driving me to pick up Aiden and he's helping with laundry or doing helpful things without me having to ask him. and then there are times when we are watching black clover and eating or playing with smores in the bed or watching something else and enjoying just being in each other's companies and we're able to live in the moment and it just feels nice to have someone to be next to and i think about how most of the time it's just me and the dogs and i think i forget how lonely that can feel sometimes however i haven't felt lonely about it lately, but yet now that i am comparing it to sitting next to richard watching tv and how i feel like i prefer that because it actually feels so much better but it's also hard for me to admit that because i'm suppose to hate him remember? because during the entire first year we were together he was never honest with me once and he spent counless times at his ex girlfriend's house, going to hang out with richelle and hiding it from me, being with another person on camelback regularly and solicited sex workers and one time i was pretty sure i saw fingernail marks on his back that he gaslit me for. yeah remember all that? that's why we hate him and we promised to never date him or consider marrying him again. but then when i just literally vibe with him and we are vibing and then i think to myself "oh, this is why i thought we could get married" "because we do actually vibe" and i think it's real unless he's persuading me into believing something untrue again. but i really do think it's real, i really do think we vibe when we let it happen, but i also know that we are on different wave lengths more often than we vibe. i know being a shut in with me in what feels like an infinite amount of time is not his cup of tea. like when we were in cali and we got in the first night to santa ana and after getting back from the beach and it is already late for someone at my age (35) and he was still talking about

[wwinterwitch]

Hi, can I make a request for Kate Bishop? My idea is that after all that happened in Hawkeye Kate is living in her house by her own, but she feels really alone so she puts up the add for a roommate, and Reader goes to live with her and Kate slowly starts falling for her? Maybe a little angsty with Kate discovering just how lonely and touch starved she became, and then them doing cute things together. Love your stories <3.

hi love, thank you so much for your request!! this was so adorable to write, I hope you enjoy

ROOMMIE - KATE BISHOP

summary: kate puts up an add for a new roommate, never expecting to fall in love with them

pairing: kate bishop x fem!reader

word count: 1.7K

warnings: fluff, falling in love, awkward kate (obviously)

a reblog is always appreciated!

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"Good morning!"

Kate literally almost choked on her cereal when she saw you walking inside the kitchen to start making your breakfast. Hoping you didn't notice the effect you had on her, she continued to eat like nothing happened after quickly greeting you back. In all honestly, she thought you would stay in bed for longer. That way you wouldn't interrupt her train of thoughts about you. The fact you walked in so unannounced definitively started her, as if you could read her thoughts and discover the massive crush she has developed for you.

It's been about a month since you moved in. Considering she lost her mom a while back, almost got killed by the biggest mafia boss on New York and her only friend lived far away on a farm with his family, she was desperate to get a more interesting social life.

Since she had a spare bedroom, she figured she might as well get someone to live with her. It was an exhausting process to find someone that wasn't weird or could potentially become a disturbance in her home. Luckily, you happened to be looking for an apartment and your paths crossed. Kate instantly knew you would be perfect to live with her.

Of course, at that time she saw you as nothing else but a roommate. She even helped you unpack and get settled down, making sure you felt at home and not just staying in a stranger's apartment. However, as she got to know you better, she realized she might've made a mistake letting you live with her.

And it wasn't because you were a terrible roommate or an intolerable human being. Quiete the opposite, you were just like Kate had predicted: perfect. You laughed at her jokes, cooked amazing food for the two of you, love the same movies and have overall similar interests. You were literally like her other half, so it didn't take her long to start seeing you as more than her roommate.

That was the problem.

How could she look at you in the eye now that she's hopelessly falling for you more and more each day? To be living with you with these feelings hidden deep within her...she couldn't help but imagine this is exactly what it would feel like to live with you as her girlfriend. To have a life with you. So close to that ideal scenario she often fantasizes about, yet so far away.

Kate was miserable, thinking how awkward it would be to confess her feelings to her roommate. This wasn't suppose to happen, because now she can't do nothing about it. If she did, things would just be a hundred times more complicated. Knowing herself, Kate would probably never leave her room again if she ever told you how she feels.

She just got herself on the roommatezone without even realizing it.

"I'm going out to meet a friend that's visiting for the day," you announced as you poured coffee on a mug to head out. "Sorry I couldn't stay and join you for breakfast. I'll see you later for our movie night, okay?"

Kate nodded. "Sure. See you then."

You smiled at her and walked over to where she was sitting to give her a quick kiss on the top of her head as a goodbye and left the apartment. Kate sat there, looking at the now closed door, somehow still feeling your arm around her shoulders and your lips kissing her goodbye.

The fact that you were so incredibly sweet and affectionate with her was something Kate loved, yet hated. Of course she enjoyed your compliments, silly nicknames, hugs and kisses, as that was your way of treating the people you cared about, but it also made things a lot more difficult for her.

It was hard not to wish for those gestures to be for her and her only. That she was the only one who would motivate you to be that affectionate. That your hugs would last longer and your kisses would linger all over her lips rather than the top of her head or cheek. Kate wasn't a selfish person, but the longing to be with you as something more made her wish those gestures were only for her to enjoy.

With those thoughts in mind, she continued to eat her breakfast.

--

"Stay still, Bishop!"

Kate sighed for the hundredth time, moving her head away from you as she opened her eyes. "I'm sorry. Hard to stay still when you keep trying to poke my eye out!"

"Could you stop being to dramatic? I'm being as gentle as I can be."

"Yeah, doesn't seem like it."

You laughed at her comment and tried to continue with your work. You had offered to pluck Kate's eyebrows before you started to watch the movie the two of you had chosen for the night. The two of you were sitting on the couch, her facing you so you could pluck her eyebrows.

"You know, maybe it's the fact we're sitting like this," you said after a few seconds, making her open her eyes. "Here," you added, standing up to sit on the floor.

Kate didn't know exactly what you wanted to do, but she followed your moves and sat down on the floor. As she did, you moved closer and kneeled in front of her, standing right in front of her and in between her legs. Evidently, Kate held her breath as she noticed the position you two were in, praying you wouldn't notice her demeanor drastically changing.

It seems like you didn't realize it, deciding to continue your previous activity. You put a hand on the side of her head to keep her still, Kate still looking back at you as she completely forgot how to function with you so close to her.

You smiled at her. "You can close your eyes now," you said, almost mocking her.

"Right. Sorry," she quickly said, doing as you instructed. She wanted to punch herself for being so stupid.

"You know, we can try that face mask I bought the other day when I'm done with this."

Kate didn't reply, silently agreeing to that. You continued to pluck her eyebrows and Kate just sat there with her eyes closed, incredibly nervous, knowing you were just inches away from her. The fact that she couldn't see you, just feel you, was driving her insane.

"Okay, I'm done," you said after a few seconds. "Stay there!"

When Kate opened her eyes, she saw you walking down the hall to your room and coming back with the face mask you mentioned. She watched you opening the little packaging and taking the little tool it had attached to the lid to spread the product across the face.

As you had instructed, she didn't move from her sitting position on the floor, so you made your way to your previous position in between her legs. Given Kate already had her hair up on a bun and away from her face, you started to apply the facemask on her face.

This time, fully able to be looking at you, she realized perhaps being with her eyes closed was a better option. She could see you up close as you concentrated on every inch on her face to apply the face mask, making sure to gently apply the product on her face. You were taking your time with it, but of course she didn't mind the opportunity to have you so close to her.

She has never feel this vulnerable in her life. Ever. With you everything felt like a first.

After you finished applying the face mask, she was surprised to see you didn't move away as fast as she would have expected. Instead, you sat there looking back into her eyes in complete silence, and once again Kate found it almost impossible to breath.

Finally you seemed to snap out of it, looking down in embarrassment as you let out a quick and nervous laugh, trying to act like whatever just happened between you didn't happen. Of course, Kate would never let that go. This was the very first time she has seen a hint of hope. A sign that maybe the silent admiration could somehow be reciprocated.

"Uh, you're all done," you eventually said, standing up. "I can put mine on the bathroom and come back for the movie".

"I can put yours if you want," Kate offered. The fact that you had give her the smallest hint filled her with confident.

"Oh...yeah, sure," you replied, quickly agreeing to that offer.

You sat back down on the floor, this time you being the one sitting and Kate the one kneeling on front of you. The process of applying the mask happened all over again, as silent and as intimate as it was before. Kate made sure to be as gentle and sweet as you always seem to be with her, not missing her opportunity to sent hints to you about her own feelings. It was as if she was silently pleading for you to realize about her crush on you without having to speak up.

When Kate was finished, the two of you sat back on the couch, still completely silent, deciding to watch the movie now. The silent was both awkward, yet enjoyable. There was this unspoken understatement or mutual agreement between you two. Like you both knew exactly what just happened, but didn't have the need to put it into words.

As the movie started, Kate kept throwing small glances your way, but you weren't looking back at her. Eventually, her eyes drifted to your hand casually resting on the couch in between your bodies. When she looked back up, she was able to catch you staring at her, but you quickly turned your attention back to the TV in front of you.

With this new found confident within her, Kate reached out with her hand to grab yours. Her heard was beating faster than ever, wishing that small gesture didn't mess everything up. To her luck, you didn't move away. Instead, you intertwined your fingers with hers the moment you felt her touch.

When she looked to your direction again, she noticed a small smile adorning your lips. The sight made her smile back. Once again surrounded by that mutual understanding of what is happening between the two of you, Kate turned to look at the movie, not ever wanting to let go of your hand.

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Brothers With an MC That’s Only Soft for Them

So, cute Headcanons are my kryptonite! Please enjoy, my fluff loving brethren!

Lucifer

We at Stupid Headcanons inc. recommend that MC does not inflate this bastard’s ego further, but if they choose to…

Lucifer, the morning star, a high ranking demon, does not need MC’s affection… that was a lie he C R A V E S it.

This pairing is actually quite complimentary, Lucifer is only soft for MC, MC is only soft for Lucifer, perfectly balanced.

MC shouldn’t expect Lucifer to be too reciprocal to their affections in public until they’re both neck deep into the relationship, but in private, hoo boy.

The “good job!”s, the hugs, the quick pecks on the cheek, all of it just made Lucifer practically melt. He adores all the affection, and it’s all for him.

Finally, someone in this house appreciates him…

“Lucifer, try not to overwork yourself, if you need anything, just ask, okay?” “Thank you, MC.” “Hey MC! I need help, pass me the remote.” “YOU CAN WALK OFF A CLIFF BELPHIE! Love you, Lucifer.”

And to be honest, some of the roasts are funny, but MC, dearest, please dial down the sass near Lord Diavolo.

Mammon

Of course MC’s favourite is the Great Mammon! Heh, who else would it be? Not that he needs this human’s affection or anything!

…screw it, please MC, give him more head pats.

Hand holding, hugs, resting his head on MC’s lap… Mammon’s really living the life.

In public Mammon is constantly trying to get MC to shower him in praise and affection in his own weird tsundere kind of way. It’s good thing MC is always willing to give their demon all the love they have.

It just makes him so happy that all of MC’s affection belongs to him, it makes his greedy little heart sing.

MC’s love and care tragically does not save him from being caught for his shenanigans, but MC, stone cold bitch that they are, will always do something bad to get strung up next to him.

“MC, what’re ya doin’ here?” “Oh you know babe, just hanging around.”

Nothing makes him smile more than when they stick up for him, to MC, he isn’t scummy trash, he’s the great Mammon! Their super amazing guardian! He does what he can to live up to MC’s image of him!

Since Mammon’s super supportive of his human, he’ll always provide reaction sound affects whenever MC delivers a verbal smack down.

Levi

MC likes him? Must be a joke. Who’d like a gross Otaku like him…?

The human exchange student apparently.

They’d listen with a look of pure adoration on their face whenever Levi would ramble about his favourite anime, they’d help him organize his figurines, they’d play video games with him…

Man… MC’s really playing the long con here on this practical joke.

When Levi isn’t drowning in self doubt, he absolutely loves how sweet and gentle MC is around him, a side only he gets to see… *swoon*

A cold mean character that’s only soft for their love interest??? That’s one of Levi’s top five favourite romantic tropes!

Levi’s often taking notes on MC’s snappy remarks so he can sass people while he streams, he’s not too good at it, so he just streams with MC present. His viewership goes up whenever exponentially whenever MC says anything.

“Someone in the chat just said I must be insanely lonely-” “There’s no way in hell you’re lonelier than that guy at night. His bed ranks number one in the top ten loneliest places ever.”

Satan

At first, Satan took more of an analytical interest in MC’s attitude, they’re either suicidally impulsive or very confident in their ability to run from danger if they think they can sass demons and get away unscathed.

Once the two connect and MC goes soft for him, it’s game over. Satan’s weakness is cute things, and nothing is cuter to him than his usually mean MC raining affection and compliments down upon him!

Satan finally has a leg up on Lucifer! The human adores him and isn’t afraid to talk back to that pretentious motherfucker-

MC sits in Satan’s lap and the two read together, they smuggle cats into the house, they lay in bed together plotting the downfall of their enemies… just normal couple things.

Sometimes MC just sits next to him and makes a particularly nasty quip at someone else, then give him a big ol kiss on the cheek.

It just makes him oh so happy…

“Honey, I brought you tea!” “Ah, thank you MC.” “I took it from Lucifer’s private stash of relaxing tea :D” “You really are my soulmate, aren’t you?”

Asmo

Gasp! MC’s so mean! Do it more!

Asmo, sassy god he is, appreciates a good snide remark or twelve, so he’s always got a front row seat to MC’s shennaniganery.

Before the pact, he was back in the peanut gallery with Satan wondering when MC’s words would come back to bite them, but after the pact, nothing’s touching the human. Their sass is completely consequence-less as long as Asmo’s around!

These two are a match made in hell, literally. Asmo and MC get to be so in sync that they manage to make each other’s insults better by working together.

“I’d give you the name of a few surgery places but I don’t think they implant brains into unlucky people like yourself.” “They might be able to implant a better personality though~.”

Asmo’s fully willing to flaunt his relationship in public. Sort of in a “look at us! MC’s only nice to me! Eat shit losers!” kind of way.

It isn’t all vanity and insults, MC always finds a way to make Asmo feel better whenever he’s feeling down. MC makes sure to tell Asmo as often as possible that they love him for more than just his looks, and it makes the Avatar of Lust swoon.

Just as long as MC never turns their razor sharp wit on Asmo, he’s their cheerleader forever.

Beel

Good choice, MC.

Despite his resting bitch face, Beel’s a big softie, everyone knows that, and as the Simpsons said, ‘the strong must protect the sweet’.

Well… MC isn’t as strong as Beel, but they will verbally eviscerate anyone who even dares insinuate anything not nice about their precious gigantic cinnamon roll!

“Listen up bitches! Not you Beel, we’re all glad you’re here.” “^_^” “Y’ALL ARE IN DEEP SHIT.”

Beel loves how affectionate MC is! Doesn’t matter if it’s in public or private, he and MC are almost always at least holding hands.

MC always has emergency snacks on them, they never get upset when Beel eats everything in the house, they just smile and hand over whatever food they have on them and help fix the problem.

Beel is probably one of the only characters who would try and get MC to branch out and be nicer to everyone and not just him. Whether this works depends on MC.

Belphie

Does he deserve this? No. Did he almost start crying when MC began to show him genuine care and affection? Yes. Does he nearly die of laughter every time MC snaps at someone? Yes.

Belphie’s not sure why MC decided that they were going to love him of all demons… but they just… understand him.

They listened patiently and offered a shoulder to cry on, even after he hurt them… their understanding, their compassion, just wow. Belphie really lucked out.

MC lets him nap, fluffs his pillows, reminds him to wash his pillow cases and comforter, gets him sushi, like geez… what a simp… *sniffle*

In return, Belphie offers cuddles. Cuddles and quality time together. For the first time in how many millennia Belphie is going to get off his ass and do something for someone if they ask.

It’s a miracle.

Belphie isn’t one for flaunting a relationship but… he may just let some people know that this super mean human likes him the most by giving his human a quick kiss.

[studiojeon]

use me | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. i think you can read this by itself though :)

| summary | -   Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you.

warnings: language (?), mentions of hook ups and situationships. mentions of emotional trauma.

contents: a compilation of moments that contributed to the growth of their relationship, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read and sus. oc is kinda whipped and scared af. chaeryeong knows who you are and where you live. jk and oc are scared to let each other in. friends to lovers, idol!jungkook x student!oc.

author’s note: i hate this, but i have to get it off my chest. (the narration is off af but if i keep it in my drafts for longer this will never see the light of the day). p.s. thank u so much for the support on the last drabble <3

playlist: rain by trey songz (feat. swae lee). 

words: 4.75k

“JK?” as his broad back faces you, you call out his name timidly, not missing the way he swiftly turns around as soon as he hears his name come from your lips. Hair wet and darker than usual, a very big sweat stain at the center of his hoodie. He had just gotten out of practice, you assumed. 

“___?” he replied with the initials of your name as well, one of his tired grins plastered on his face, he must have been exhausted. You had caught on to him just as he walked out of the practice room in front of the elevator on your way to your office, right when you needed him, but now you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to pester him. Even so, you didn’t know anyone else you could ask for help, aside from Linh who was currently in her own office doing other tasks you had assigned to her.

“Are you busy right now?” your eyes stare at him shyly, in hopes that he was willing to help you out, because you wanted to be around him, so maybe he could share a bit of his positive energy with you, the past week had been hellish.  “Could use some help returning all those heavy stacks of paper in my office”.

“Of course! Why didn’t you give me a call earlier though? It’s pretty late” he walked by your side and you enter the elevator, beginning your adventure around the company.

Jungkook was fun. Always bubbly and reciprocative, constantly trying his best to make you laugh and make the absolute best of your situation, even if he could be a bit stubborn at times. You liked the spontaneity he provided though, the way he would switch from one topic to another and how he would make silly faces at you whenever you locked eyes. 

He didn’t know, but in pure ignorance, he had just made your day ten times better. 

In the past week, you had received a lot of counterarguments, one by one, on how useless your management tactics were. Granted, you hadn’t expected for your ideas to be welcomed with open arms, but at least you had hoped they would take them into consideration. You had also been assigned a team, in charge of social media management, who worked monotonously and with little to no insertion in the actual target audience… your logic was: how can you advertise products to an audience you don’t even have the mere interest to know? You had designed a strategy, presented it, and no one paid any mind to you. 

But for the most part, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, nor go to whenever you needed your spirits to be lifted up.

Chaeryeong was busy busy with group projects and work. To the extent where she would get up at seven in the morning and come back at 12 pm. It wasn’t always like that, so you didn’t worry too much, but the fear she would wear herself off like usual still crowded your mind.

You close your office door with a sigh. Tired from everything, but somehow, your heart a little fuller, knowing that maybe you could use Jungkook in the future to give you a lift. Both figuratively and literally because he had offered to drive you home, being the gentleman he was.

“Why do you look like a sad puppy?” he asked you once you were sitting by his side in his very expensive and luxurious mercedes. Tinted windows and jet black shiny paint covered the outside of his car, the smell of air refresher and pinecone filling the inside. Mans was getting hotter by the minute.

“It’s friday night after the longest week of work. How can I not?” you put on your seat belt and lean back against the leather cushions. He pouts in response to you, with a concerned look on his face. 

For a second you wonder if he did this with most coworkers… being nice to them and offering them drives after having met them just a few times before. Kinda risky behviour, considering his position and squeaky clean reputation. You figure this would only last a bit before he realized he had more important things to be focusing on.

“Do you ever get chased home?” you ask randomly. 

With one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his door he meditated on his response. “It happened once… And then I moved out, got a new car and everything. Shit was wild” he chuckles and you think that was the first time you had heard him curse, like ever. Jungkook, friendly and everything, wasn’t too big of a talker, but with you he found himself spilling, without giving it much thought. It felt refreshing to hear his voice and listen to his stories and the way he expressed himself. He was more interesting than he seemed, apparently. “Aren’t you hungry, by the way? We can have something to eat before i drop you off”

Traffic was hellish in Seoul everyday at every hour, and choosing to drive through Itaewon on a friday night wasn’t the smartest decision on Jungkook’s behalf, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Considering the demands of his job, he probably didn’t know his way around the city that well. You conclude taking a detour wouldn’t hurt. “I’m starving actually.”

He ends up taking you to a restaurant near your neighborhood you had mentioned being good and not crowded at all, the latter catching his attention immediately. It was a modest but nice place owned by a very funny and loud ahjussi. The man had lost count of how many times you had come down from your apartment at 11 pm and asked him to make you vegetarian tteokguk, but they were enough so that he could memorize your five orders by heart and the amount of saewoo mandu you could down by yourself in five minutes. You were making him rich at that point so the least he could do was comply when you gently asked him to shut the place down for you. Jungkook hadn’t asked you, but you knew how things could get awkward and dangerous quickly if too many people found out about him being there. “Ahjussi, you don’t have to” the boy protested as he noticed that the man had shut the blinds for him.

“It’s okay, boy. _____ has been single handedly paying the remnants of my mortgage for over a year now, I don't mind doing this for her.” he joked in his usual nature. already writing down your order and patiently waiting for Jungkook in front of you to voice out what he wanted for a meal. “And well, you and your friends are making our country proud, it’s the least i can do to thank you”

“Ah, thank you.” Jungkook bows to the older man. Your heart softened in your chest, seeing how considerate he was towards other people. He must be great with parents, you think. “Do you really not get that many people around here?” he asked worriedly once he sat back down on the wooden chair.

“We do! But she’s the one who comes the most often” he nods toward you and Jungkook smiles once he found your gaze, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. 

“Can you recommend me anything, miss?”

“Of course, sir. Yeol-ah, double up my order. Drinks are on me today.” You yell at the man’s son in the kitchen, who was still a bit older than you, but also close to enough to let you order him around shamelessly. You knew him quite well, actually. He was Chaeryeong’s boyfriend after all.

The tall boy pokes his head out of the kitchen door with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “Aren’t we supposed to close in like, an hour?” Chanyeol asks his dad in front of you.

“Just go cook, I'll explain later”.

The two men go back into the kitchen and Jungkook looks at you with an amused expression on his face. “What was that?” he laughs.

“I’m very popular, you know?” it probably wasn’t a good idea to go there, but you felt a little drunk on his voice that night, and you also knew your friend didn’t mind. “In fact, Chaereyong from ITZY is my best friend, who would have guessed?”

“Yeah and my son is her boyfriend, who cares?” Byung-ho yells back at you from the cashier, pulling a hiss from your lips. 

Jungkook still continued to stare at the both of you with confusion and intrigue, you guess he thought you were both joking.

“Wait, really?” he utters after a few seconds with big doe eyes and a pout on his lips, a combination that appeared when he was either confused or lying, which wasn’t the case then.

“Yes, my guy.” you laugh. “That juicy legged shortie is indeed my wife”

Jungkook loved the food, to say the least. It was all vegetarian and korean as fuck, a combination he never throught was possible, but downed like thristy camel. He was a loud eater, which was fitting of him and his politeness, something else you had noticed that night. You were the opposite, and actually despised the sounds of other people eating, yet, looking at him enjoying his meal so much made you feel full yourself. He made you feel like a kid in some ways too, brought back the times when being around others wasn’t so hard, and you still could have a sense of security around you. Talking to him was rather easy, maybe because of his welcoming nature, or because in fact he actually was interested in whatever stupid shit you were saying, something most people around you didn’t do. He also, amongst other things, seemed very interested in your job and the likes, always asking questions and absorbing information like a five year old. You had explained to him the five key steps of process design and the psychological effects on marketing in society to which he always responded with wide gentle eyes and attentive nods, not once looking bored or… annoyed in any way. 

Was he like that, with every girl? Because you weren’t anything special, there were many other girls who worked with him everyday and even if you hadn’t seen him in his work space, you could guess by the way most women in your company look at him whenever he passes by that either they were just as captivated as you by his beauty or that he had fucked them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get into your pants either, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to you nonetheless.

“I can walk from here, JK” you mention once you found yourselves walking towards the parking lot. A bit sad about the expense you had just made on food, it was your fault for trying to seem cool and rich, neither of which you were. 

“Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, girlie” he unlocks the door and gets in, not even letting you finish or allowing you to fight back.

“My apartment is literally a block away” you protest in the car anyways. You fear you had been too much of a bother, and deep down, didn’t want him to feel like you were seeking his presence unnecessarily.

“Well, good for you. But, you paid for the food, which was a lot, and i don’t want my sugar mommy walking by herself at 12 pm on a friday night” you first freeze, and then burst a very loud giggle.

“Whatever” you slap his bicep and roll your eyes. “ Next time you can pay if it bothers you so much.”

“So there will be a next time?” wide eyes stare back at you. “Count me in. I´ll pick where we will be going, just lemme know when so i can plan ahead” he rambles, a little too excited about your suggestion. 

He drops you off with a smile on his face and hopefulness in his eyes, promising to see you around the company. You, on the other hand, feel a tad confused as you enter your apartment building. What was going on? 

You had overthought things so much your entire life that it suddenly became too tiring to do. During the past few years you had to learn how to detach yourself and just ride the wave sometimes. Once you had turned eighteen, everything started moving at a very fast pace, the pressure of adulthood fell upon you like a brick and everything was so overwhelming that you started to simply let the course of your existence take you wherever it needed to.

That’s how you ended up going out with Jungkook at least once a week for dinner or a drive around the city for more than two months. Without even noticing, he became so engraved in your everyday life that whenever he’d cancel plans because of work, you’d find yourself with a void in your heart and a rush of boredom filling your senses. Even if you found yourself in your living room with the company of your best friend whom you had seen at most four times in the past two months, you were still wishing you could share that intimate space with him instead, willing to let him a bit more into your life, in hopes that maybe he would do the same. Sue you, you were curious over the most intricate details about his personality, how his personal sanctuary looked and if the smell of his room is just as good as his car’s. You could bet a thousand dollars (maybe a little less, considering the unconventionalism that characterizes him) that he also had a few plants that only remembered to water three out of seven days of the week. 

Hopefully life would draw you closer to more people like him.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" Chaeryeong asks you from the kitchen counter, sweet popcorn cooking in you popcorn-maker. 

You sigh. "What boyfriend?"

She was a lot of things but oblivious, and you weren't either, just when you chose to be. "Cut the bullshit, you know who i'm talking about". The fake red head waits for your response as she pours the snack into a big bowl, and you on the other hand take this as an advange to search around the room for answers.

"He's just a friend" you say. "And he's fine, i guess… He doesn't really talk much about himself" you mention, matter of factly.

Chaeryeong nods beside you, understanding what you meant. Then, proceeds to tell a tale about her experience meeting the dark haired boy. "He's literally so quiet, but like, so incredibly kind. Once he tripped over and fucked up some of the decoration at an award show" she grabs a popcorn and continues her story. "He looked so panicked I thought his eyes were about to jump out their sockets — His eyes are huge, by the way." 

"I know" you smile.

"My point is, he started to help the staff put everything back in order again. I think he's the only idol I've ever seen do something like that… i decided i liked him then" her beautiful features light up with mischief. "I bet he fucks great too."

You slap her leg. Hard.

"I'm only telling you this now so you don't get caught of guard when he actually manages to fuck you," her soft hands run through your messy hair, motherly touches easing the fluster in your body. "You know he's a big whore, right?" She adds after a while. 

You didn't. According to Chaeryeong, who seemed to keep tabs on every single colleague of hers, Jungkook had quite the body count, not that you didn't have your suspicions before. Frankly, she only knew of two girls inside her company who had had some sort of situationship with him, but for the same reason, she also knew he had some history with other girls from different groups. "Yikes" you laugh nervously, in admiration of their ability to remain calm and collected without giving anything away to the public.

Thanks to your friend, you had heard lots of tea about other singers in the korean industry before, most of which were not as sweet or kind as they portrayed themselves to be, some even using their social status to get their way with girls. But for some reason, Jungkook had never made his way to your gossipping sessions, nor any other of his band mates (except for Jimin, who, if you remember correctly, used to have some sort of beef with one of Chaeryeong's company members). You guess it was because of his unproblematic nature that people chose to give him a pass for his sexual endeavors, not that they were of anyone's concern either. 

A knock is heard against your office door. "Miss _____?" A girl with a brown bob cut pokes her head through it, the dim lights of your office shining upon her incredibly healthy locks. "Jungkook asked me to deliver this to you" sliding completely into the room, she places a box with a note on it on your desk.

"Thank you so much" you wave her off as she walks right out. 

The package had a strawberry flavored canned tea and a bento box inside. 

"I remember you telling me you'd never tried tofu pancakes before, so I made some for you last night. Hope you enjoy! - JK

P.S. Text me when you're done, maybe we can hang out tonight."

You felt like crying, in all honesty. The pancakes were heavenly, and he even added some slices of avocado and a few scoops of rice for you, despite not being the biggest fan of the fruit himself. With a warm heart and relief washing over your body because you wouldn't have to waste money on lunch that day, you had had half of your meal before said boy gave you a call.

"Did you like them?" He said almost immediately. "My assistant told me she already delivered them to you" he adds in a rush.

"Jesus boy, calm down." You giggle at his excitement. "Let me eat in peace".

"No, tell me right now." he demands with a fake angry voice. Cutie.

"They're alright".

"Figured… you have no sense of taste anyways" the hangs up. A giggle escapes your lips. Boy was something else.

Later that day, the weekend started it's course. Jungkook had offered to drive you to the Han River, careful to mention the fact he prepared a bunch of snacks for you two just about five times during your call. The place was almost empty, given that the rest of the city was doing something else more fun than staring at the night sky while sitting on itchy grass. Yet, you wouldn't change the setting for anything else. Usually, when you and Jungkook were out, he'd be in silent wary of your surroundings and the people who could be watching you. It broke your heart, knowing that most of the time he couldn't frequent places most regular people had the pleasure of enjoying, like the movies, for example, or a food stand in the middle of the street. Still, in that moment, the handsome man in front of you seemed as relaxed as ever, munching on grapes and strawberries as he sat in silence beside you. 

"This blanket is so soft, isn't it?" he commented all of a sudden, caressing the fabric with his hand. The thing was made out of polar fleece, no shit. You just nodded and grabbed a piece of fruit from his container. "One of my friends gifted it to me on my birthday" he adds.

"I know. It was me".

"Well, maybe you do have a sense of taste after all" he complies as he lays down on the surface, eyes facing the night sky above you.

"Says the one who uses toe socks" you say back, poking his weak spot.

Instead of going back and forth with you as he usually would, he just winks and closes his eyes. He looked so peaceful and serene beneath you, features carefully carved on his face and slightly blushed cheeks from the cold wind. Jungkook was like that, randomly over confident and flirty with you, but just as quickly would refrain from even disagreeing with you in the first place, scared that you would snap at him. He hadn't told you this, but the way you saw thoughts hidden in his eyes whenever you made a statement let you know his true intentions, leaving you to wonder where that came from.

"Are you tired?" You ask after a few minutes. Still with his eyes closed, Jungkook denies.

"I just don't want to look at you right now," he turns to the side, back facing you as an offended expression finds its way to your face.

"Yah" you slap his back playfully, not letting him finish.

"Because you look too pretty." he mumbles the remnants of  his statement.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shiver climbs its way down your spine. Why was he like that? He had no right tugging on your heart strings like that (if he was being serious in the first place because you never knew with him). You sigh, the blush his words provoked stinging your cheeks.

"You're supposed to say I'm pretty too" he turns around with a playful smile, expectant.

"You just go around giving compliments so you can get them back?" you hiss. "Why so insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, at all." He sits up again, ready to fight you and anyone who dares question the grandiosity of the confidence he had worked so hard for. "You can ask Linh about that".

To say you looked horrified was an understatement, hopeful that what you thought he meant was not it. "You fucked Linh?"

"Well, that's not for you to know". 

What a gentleman, you think. And at the same time, ouch. He had just slammed a door on your face.

"That would explain the way she looks at you whenever you come by the office" you realize. Frankly, the girl looked a bit too panicked whenever Jungkook decided to barge into your space, usually bored out of his mind during his english lessons, laptop and notebook in hand, or struggling to get the questions right. 

"Well good afternoon to you too" you ironically greeted once he sat in front of you, frustration written on his face. Linh, who stood by your side, suddenly fidgeting with the papers in her hand.

"Not the time, _____" he slammed both hands on your desk, startling you and your friend beside you. "Why the fuck did you make me enroll into this in the first place?" 

"I did not make you do anything, dude. I just gave you an idea" you excused yourself, eyes back on your computer. You didn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes briefly followed Linh out the room, though. 

His eyes looked back at you, leg bouncing impatiently on the floor as he leaned back with a pissed off expression on his face. You'd never seen him this way, so you took that as a cue to enter under paid therapist mode. "What's wrong?" You questioned gently.

"I feel incredibly incompetent right now." His hands roamed across his face with frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as he held tears back. "School's always been this way for me, always trying my best and constantly underachieving" he explained.

He was obsessed with winning, you’d even go as far to say more than he was with his job (which was a lot). It didn’t root from narcissistic behaviour though, but rather out of external pressure to constantly overachieve and exceed expectations. He was mostly good at doing that, but everyone had an achilles heel, yours was reading for example, his was studying and school.

"Jungkook, you passed most of your classes with more than 90%, what are you talking about?" a fact he had brought up to you randomly when you mentioned absolutely nearly failing most of your literature classes.

"Yeah, except for English." he shook his head in the way he would when he'd feel conflicted or insecure. "I don't know what i'm doing wrong".

"Did you fail something?" you tried to get some more insight into the situation, still unsure of where all his worries came from.

"No, there's just this sentence I can't properly put together" he turned his notebook towards you. "Ah, just look"

There were some words he had to conjugate and properly place in order to form a grammatically correct sentence, more than five attempts written in neat penmanship on the page evidenced the boy's battle with the assignment. He missed one very important aspect of it, though. "There's a fucking word that's missing, dude" you explain, grabbing the pen from his hand and showing him where the mistake was. "It's not your fault, it's the teacher's".

Jungkook's serious expression didn't go away though. "Well, damn".

You had some sort of emotional trauma with having people ask you for help, it made you think that they didn’t actually care for you as a person but rather just your skills. That was the way you’d grown up and what your position in society seemed to be as well, the one you could butter up and taste when you got bored. Heart had been broken many times too, whenever you’d realize what you thought to be a genuine connection was merely pure interest. Those thoughts clouded your head when Jungkook would randomly enter your office with a frustrated expression on his face, yet, that occurred less often than it didn’t. 

Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you most of the time, hence your wish for him to let you in a bit more before you could allow yourself to free fall into whatever was going on between you both.

You reach for the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his sleeve with your fingers just because you really liked the color of it, and maybe because you wanted to feel closer to him. He doesn’t react to your touch, just looks at your hands briefly as they play with the edges of his clothing. “Where did you get this from?”

“An online store, I think.” he replies softly, reaching for your hand on his arm, caressing the surface of your nails. “It’s a unisex brand, i can send you their link afterwards.”

“Is it too expensive?” you inquire, not only to keep the moment afloat, but because you genuinely liked most of his pieces of clothing, especially his hoodies and shoes. Jungkook laughs at your question and looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t think i would know, ____. I’m rich.” he says, playfully. And he was right, what was expensive for you might just be cheap as fuck for him, you wonder if when a lot of money is in your hands you start to become very tuned out from what’s affordable or not anymore.

“True.”

“I can buy you one, though. I don’t mind.” he adds. Soft look in his eyes, a pure and genuine offer that you had to deny.

“I didn’t say i wanted one” you lie, only partially, because although you’d not mentioned it, you did actually want it. “I just think it’s pretty” you finally let go of him.

“Or do you think I look pretty in it?” he pushes, a sucker for compliments.

“Yeah, that might be it.” you admit, because there was no point in denying your irrefutable attraction to the man, as much as you hated to be vulnerable, especially in front of him.

“I think it would look prettier on you”.

Don´t copy or repost please. by studiojeon on tumblr.

[cheegu3]

Hi there! I wanted to know if you can make me an os with ... soobin! I don't know is that I just can't get the image of soobin as a rabbit hybrid out of my mind.

It would be a clumsy and jealous rabbit hybrid, the protagonist is a girl with whom he has shared a bedroom for two years yymmmm, so much coexistence made him fall in love with her The point is what, as a hybrid it still has some animal behaviors, among those are: circling around the protagonist, making some moan-like noises and sticking his head to hers, those are the ways in which the hybrids of rabbit they say to someone: "—I like you." the problem is that the protagonist did not know that: < then, i picture soobin, in the middle of his rut ​​/ zeal with tearful eyes as he is quite desperate yelling a "—I like you, damn it !." after that the smut nwn would come, do you think you can with that?

hi again :)) espero que te guste <3

a/n: since you didn’t specify I made it so y/n knows he’s a hybrid because after living together for so long he can’t hide it anymore!

TW / trigger warning: hybrid, smut (18+ content), y/n cries, bondage, dom soobin

wc: 1.4k

~ Hybrid soobin - roommate scenario where he falls for you ~ {smut}

“ Soobin! Where are you? “ you called out into the apartment.

The guy you shared it with was quite the mystery to you. Despite having shared it for two years there was still not much you knew about him. Except well, the fact that he was a hybrid.

He had gone out late to work like he always did and when he came home you sat in the dark on the couch - giving him a very big shock and you as well.

You thought you were hallucinating when you saw the ears and fluffy bunny tail but no. No matter how many times you tried to rub your eyes it was still there.

You remember that night like it was yesterday. He was crying for a long time after he saw that you had seen him. Laying in your lap he told you how he was scared you’d leave him now.

Although you didn’t have any romantic feelings for him he was the perfect roommate, so you accepted it ever since.

“ I’m bored. What are you doing “ you pouted and sat down on the other end of the sofa.

“ I’m bored. What are you doing “ you pouted and sat down on the other end of the sofa.

“ I’m bored. What are you doing “ you pouted and sat down on the other end of the sofa.

“ Disney movies. Before you make fun of me, they’re amazing “ his face lit up with pure happiness, enough to melt one’s heart.

“ Idiot “ you laughed.

You decided to stay there since you had nothing better to do and after a while you got more and more interested in the movie - not noticing how he had gotten closer.

Suddenly you felt his hair stroke against your arm a few times and you looked down to see him do that before settling in your lap. He had done this since that day and it always left you puzzled.

You didn’t want to call him weird or make him feel like a freak so you accepted it as well. You suppose life as a hybrid must be very lonely.

He stayed with his head in your lap and you heard him hum and moan comfortably for the rest of the movie.

“ Soobin “ you said softly as the credits started rolling.

“ Mmh? “ he looked up at you, eyes shiny and loving but you didn’t really think anything of it.

“ I need to make us food now “ you gestured towards him laying in your lap and his cheeks turned rosy, immediately getting up.

You saw something else in his eyes though. A bit of anger or disappointment. In reality he was starting to feel frustrated with you, he was doing everything he could to show you he liked you but you just didn’t get it! Even scratching you in a fit of rage didn’t help, you’d just glare at him and walk away.

It made him want to scream and cry at the same time, sometimes he even did after those particularly obvious attempts he had done. He was always circling you and protecting you when you two were out together but your eyes were rarely ever on him. Why couldn’t you give him your attention? Why couldn’t you notice him? Why couldn’t you like him back!

The thought of all of these memories brought his anger and frustration out to the surface again, he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself any longer.

“ I like you! Damn it “ he cried out to your turned back.

“ Fuck! “ he let out all his anger and didn’t even care what you thought anymore, he needed you to know because it was killing him.

Slowly you turned yourself to him to see him have tearful eyes and clutching the sofa like his life depended on it. He was shaking and staring down.

“ Soobin “ you said softly and made your way to him. You sat down and took his hand to make him calm down.

At your touch you felt him relax immediately. The shaking stopped and his tense muscles became soft. But his eyes were still filled with tears.

Indescribable guilt started to fill you up and you decided to just go for it. Your hands found his jaw and you turned his head to make your lips meet his softly.

You pulled away and saw his face light up like how it normally was. You had gotten Soobin back now. But he wasn’t done. 

His cheery face turned lustful and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want it. Having such an attractive single roommate had always tempted you and sometimes you lay awake with your hand down your pants imagining it was him.

Teeth met tongue in a rough kiss and you went from being roommates to making out like you were starving for each other. His hand slipped down and hooked under your thighs heaving you up and carrying you to his bedroom.

All the way there he kept kissing you barely even noticing that he was moving automatically. God, he had dreamt of this moment so many times.

Harshly he threw you down on the bed and you stared up at him in shock as he crawled on the bed to you. He had an animalistic look on his face. Evil grin that stretched from one ear to the other and he quite literally looked like he could devour you.

A veiny flexed arm flipped you over and you lay on your stomach trying to listen to his movements all while anticipating what was about to happen. You grew impatient, he had by now slid down your underwear and the cold air was starting to make you uncomfortable.

You moved your hips a bit and a whine escaped your lips. You heard him chuckle behind you.

‘‘ Patient dear ‘‘

The bed began to dip nearer you now as you felt him move closer. You heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt - something you had probably heard about a thousand times since he had moved in but now it was for an entirely different reason and it turned you on.

You whined again and let your hand innocently wander down to try to get contact with him. He hissed angrily and immediately pinned your hand above your head.

‘‘ You’re a bad girl ‘‘ he growled lowly near your ear, sending chills down your spine.

Click

You tried to process what had happened. 

He had handcuffed you.

The sight of your bare ass welcoming him and you laying there helpless completely at his mercy - inviting him to do whatever he wanted, turned him on greatly. He slipped down his pants the rest of the way in one swift movement and positioned himself.

He cherished the way you whimpered as he teased with his dick near your entrance not fully entering. 

But he was growing impatient too, he had waited too long for this.

Pushing it in all the way he started to rock his hips at a very fast speed. You arched your back as you felt his unexpectedly big dick stretch you out. 

You couldn’t control the noises, a mix of pain and pleasure overrode your senses.

His breathing turned into panting and you relaxed thinking he was close so he’d slow down but Soobin only went faster. He hammered into you over and over again until tears formed in your eyes and to anyone outside it probably sounded like you were getting tortured.

‘‘ Soobin...I-I’m ‘‘ you couldn’t even form a sentence.

He smirked but you couldn’t see it.

‘‘ I know ‘‘ 

He felt you clench around him, shit you were so tight and perfect. Such a mess just for him.

‘‘ Say you’re mine- ‘‘ he panted ‘‘-and I’ll let you cum ‘‘

You let out a strained breath and tried your best.

‘‘ I-I’m, yours...Soobin ‘‘ you screamed at his name as you felt yourself clench and arch your back.

Your legs shook and your muscles contracted. Not long after he pulled out and you felt him cum all over your thighs with a groan.

He pulled you down with him when he laid down. You were both breathing heavy.

‘‘ I love you y/n ‘‘ he whispered.

But you were already asleep and he watched you with adoring eyes.