I do what I want I’m a pirate

[0v3rgr0wn]

Toodles: *Sniffling while Rodger puts a bandaid on her hand.*

Rodger : Shouldn’t we do something ?

Teagan: Not to worry it’s being dealt with.

Reader: Ahem.. *holds up a megaphone.*

Reader: Whoever decided to put their hands on my child please come out so I can peacefully break your legs-

[zoidrealm]

Get menstruated, idiot

[rainbowcake1212]

This is what women want to do half the time.

[vals-lente]

You own a dragon cafe. People can come for coffee and something to eat and get a dragon to pet and play with for an hour. Most of the dragons are employed at the cafe, but drop-ins are encouraged as well. The dragons are anywhere from two decades old to fifty, ranging from cat-sized miniature dragons to dragons as big as horses. You love shuttling trays of coffee and pastries around with a dragon or two on your shoulders or clinging to your legs. One day just after closing hours the entire cafe goes dark, like someone flipped a switch for the sun.

You poke your head outside just in time to see a massive dragon land just outside the cafe. It has to be hundreds of years old to get to this size. It looks at the sign on the door that says "all dragons welcome!" and then locks eyes with you. It's way too big to even get in the door. You duck back inside and hang up your apron before you get a selection of leftover pastries and pour a big mug of coffee. The dragon is still there when you walk outside with a blanket tucked under your arm. You spread it over the lawn and sit with your treats.

"Come on," you say warmly, patting your lap.

The dragon lowers its head into your lap, letting out a content sigh as you pet its cheek and scratch under its chin. All dragons deserve love, even the big, scary ones.

[yellow-cat]

abandon shame. theres more interesting emotions to be felt

[yellow-cat]

unless its getting you off. in that case keep going

[mbrainspaz]

idk what neurodivergent young adult needs to hear this but you are NOT supposed to give 100% at your job. I've gotten more promotions and raises since I started giving 40-60%, which my evil CEO uncle informed me is what bosses actually expect when they say 110%. My mental health has improved tremendously. I've spent 2 out of 5 workdays secretly writing my novel for the last 2 years and I've never been more respected and appreciated. Also--when you see glaring wasteful errors in the company's operating systems, say absolutely nothing! Embrace inefficiency. It is your friend in this capitalist hellscape.

[rumitee]

hello hope your having a good day/night if your request are open can you do the freak circus ( idc if you want to do all or just specific character) x gn! Southern mc ? Like mc he the accent and says some southern sayings that would sound odd to them :3

You can do this if you want I don’t wanna pressure if you already have a lot I just like your writing :)

pairing: the freak circus & gn!reader / pierrot x reader centric near the end

summary: southern/texan mc goes paintball with the freak circus crew because why not. having a hard time understanding mc as they realised something

a/n: never beta read by the way. had to beg my bestie to help me with phrases because i am irish, and mainly know irish slang and sayings so i know only just a little bit of stuff but not as much. THIS IS ALSO WRITTEN ON MY PHONE INSTEAD OF MY IPAD. so it feels a little bit bad

it was just supposed to be a simple game of paintball. the teams were separated into two groups. three in each group. on one side, it was you, harlequin and jester. on the other side, it was ticket taker, the doctor and much to his dismay to be separated from his dear, pierrot. it was supposed to be fair game! pierrot was technically the strongest out of all five of them— possibly all of them combined. the only issue was if he could even bring himself to shoot you in this hypothetical game of shooting. meanwhile, harlequin and jester being a close second, their straight went head to toe depending on who had the upper hand. even when ticket taker and the doctor was considered technically the ❛ weakest ❜ of the rest. but compared to a human like yourself, this would just be a simple game amongst the monsters that grew with one another. this was supposed… to be easy. to be simple. right? right? this was technically an outdoor game. this was their element.

❝ you ready? you sure you have enough stamina for such a high intensity game with us~ ❞ harlequin purred, practically tracing his fingers along your shoulder. as you were quite quiet. focused even. while you strapped your own gear to yourself. checking that everything was in motion. ❝ don’t go teasing the sweet lamb. pierrot wouldn’t be enjoying you so… close to his dear ❞ jester added with his melodic voice that ring out in the forest. his fingers tracing the wood of the enclosed space outdoors. the two teams were separated in two different sides of the area. to make sure they wouldn’t end the game so quickly.

before you turned to the both of them. ❝ bless your heart. i’m loaded for bear ❞ your accent was thick… coming out like a drawl. a glint in your eyes as you held the paintball gun. you pulled away from the two. ❝ don’t disappoint me, men ❞ you cocked your gun. before the sound of the bell rang through the outdoor space. they had to double take because you had disappeared into the forested area. like you were concealing yourself completely. ❝ well, i will be damned ❞ harlequin chuckled as he ran his claws along his dark curly locks. ❝ but they can’t be so naive ❞ jester spoke, not expecting you to even go past one of them.

though there was a momentary silence. ❝ i am not sure if they were being patronising or not, just now ❞ harlequin added. they have heard southern accents. it was still english at the end of the day. it was just the phrases that you spoke that confused them.

——————————————————————————

it was utter chaos. the fact that ten minutes in the game, no one had yet to even find you. and mind you, they were monsters who could hear a heartbeat to the sound of blood rushing through one’s veins. but you… were silent. it was unnaturally eerie. the fact that both jester and harlequin was searching for the team mate with no avail. it was as if you camouflaged into the natural scenery, like you had become one with nature itself. though that didn’t stop your team from also defending. they knew to avoid the tall one in red, pierrot was a marksman. if it weren’t for the fact that he pretended to miss all his knife throws to show macabre scenes, he actually had a really good aim.

meanwhile, the doctor was looking around. taking in the natural scenes that he had missed quite a bit. he didn’t often leave the circus due to his appearance. but you were quite insistent to include him in the group activities. then he heard a sudden heart beat, he turned around. but seeing just a lone bunny sitting there. almost frozen like hoping that if they don’t move, the tall man who wore a plague mask wouldn’t see them. ❝ hmm… just a rabbit ❞ he murmured as he could see that the rabbit tried to flee away from his line of sight. not animals remain around his presence.

but he turned around. only to feel a splatter against the back of his head. he blinked behind his large goggles. his hand reached up and touched the paint. seeing it cover his gloves. he turned around and saw you. practically hanging off a tree by using your lower body strength. your legs hooked around a thick branch. ❝ this is like shooting fish in a barrel ❞ this was too easy. too easy. you knew how they would underestimate you. you were just a human. but you had managed to take down one of them. a simple human with no powers or using any supernatural senses.

❝ bravo. you have taken me down ❞ the doctor clapped his hands. amused by your bravery. you gave him a wide grin before you once again disappeared amongst the trees. the doctor watched silently as he rubbed the back of his hood. he didn’t expect that he would be out first. but somehow that was a good thing. it gave him a reason to watch you and see how much you pushed your body to match their capabilities. and that was exceeding his expectation exponentially. the thrill of watching you extorting yourself while you possibly take down everyone given the chance. ❝ impressive. so utterly impressive you are, my tasty patient ❞

——————————————————————————

ticket taker was keeping a distance. he was not a man who enjoyed messes. he was going to simply reject playing such games that would result in his clothes being dirtied. even when he was covered in another layer so that the paint possibly wouldn’t permeated into his pristine suit. while he was polishing the paint gun with a simple cloth. wiping away the debris and dirt. he had managed to escape from jester. it was good news that they were unable to use their powers in a moment such as this. he was just hoping not to find harlequin. he was the fastest amongst them all. it was possibly the only thing that separated harlequin and pierrot.

the thing was that he heard the doctor was out. was it harlequin? or possibly jester who had taken down the doctor. while he was in a deep train of thought. not even considering you, someone who seem too fond with animals and honestly, you compared to a man who was bordering seven foot? there was no chance that you would have taken down the doctor that easily when you couldn’t simply mask your scent, your every sound, right?

❝ oh, ticket taker. you are making me as happy as a pig in mud ❞ you smiled. he looked down, wondering when did you get there. before you shot him just on his mask. giving him no chance to even react. his eyes widened before narrowing at your audacity. but you immediately pulled away from him. brushing your clothes with expertise. how long have you been waiting there? amongst all then grass and foliage like it was some kind of hide and seek. you possibly had rubbed yourself off a sappy tree or even tried to drench your scent with the scents of nature itself.

you turned to look at him with a grin on your face. ❝ don’t cause a hissy fit. i tried my best to avoid your clothes ❞ you chirped with an excited expression. you were wondering how both jester and harlequin was at the moment. they probably went to defeat the lord… or was it to launder money. ticket taker narrowed his eyes at your defiance. but he knew one thing. you were extremely strong. strong for a human. or possible you were extremely perceptive. ❝ i will try not to, dear red ticket holder ❞

——————————————————————————

you were now face to face with pierrot. the hardest one due to his reflexes. and the last one standing. you could feel the sweat dripping down your brow after all that extortion. they may be predators by nature— but you were not going to bow down and show your neck. that was backing down a fight. and your peepaw had taught you that ❛ all’s fair in love and war ❜ in the face of a fight. and to go up against someone who was physically stronger than you, possibly decuple the amount of a normal human. you knew when to stand down or not. but you also knew you had assets. had cards up your sleeves. but the fact he was going so slowly. it bothered you. because you know he was like a bat out of hell. he had taken down both jester and harlequin.

so you were going the psychological route. so you spread your arms out to him. he who was holding the paintball gun, he had taken down harlequin… that he was definitely covered in paint. he didn’t even let him have any breathing room. ❝ oh cupcake, gimme some sugar ❞ you smiled. your words were sweet but as thick as running molasses. tapping your cheek, to almost give him an indication that you wanted a kiss in the cheek. and pierrot, the man who loved and cherished you like you were finer than frog hair, was stuck on a crossroads.

even practically everyone else from a distance was trying to convince him not to fall into temptation. ❝ you idiot— don’t fall for that fallacy ❞ jester was not happy how the fact that one of the last one standing was a human being. even when he would commend you with your rather… unique ability to shoot them down and being eerily silent.

poor pierrot was stuck in between the middle. from immediately indulging into a moment where he can pull you into a hug and smother your face with kisses. meanwhile everyone else was telling him that it was a trap… but he loved you so much that he was willing to be and do anything for you. but that momentary opening, you raised your hand and immediately shot your gun. right at his chest, where his heart was. with a triumphant grin adoring your features. ❝ bang! ❞ you spoke with a chuckle. ❝ hooked, line and sinker ❞ somehow seeing your expression that was completely new, pierrot had fallen on his butt. looking up at you. as you approach him, your eyes seem to be filled with this competitive joy satiated.

❝ guess, i am cupid that shot right through your heart ❞ you purred. and poor pierrot was starstruck. your hand cupping his smooth cheek, before you placed a kiss upon his cheek. pulling away with a smirk that seem to scream, ❛ i won ❜ you thought to yourself. but admiring how he looked up at you like you hung the stars and the moon with your own hands. while his face went red. ❛ how cute ❜

[rainbowcake1212]

This is so good.

[bl0wflygir1]

My Pinterest Board; SlenderMansion core :3 (Part 1)

[rainbowcake1212]

Me: *see footprints on wall* WHICH ONE IF YOU DEGENERATES was walking ON THE WALL?!?!?!?!

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Made the six fanarts challenge on twitter and it was really fun

[rainbowcake1212]

Look at those pretty faces!!!

[wysteria-bloom]

Hii! (^з^)-☆

Just wanna say that I LOVEEE your fics, like how do you write so GOOD!? Keep it up!

Anyways, I was wondering if you could possibly make a scenario in which fem!reader and Alastor are both married, and have been married for years (you can choose if they were married in life too idc), but since they are both on the aroace spectrum people usually assume they're friends, and when they do feel like being romantic people simply get shocked, like, I imagine everyone at the hotel just staring at the both of you because you decided to give Alastor a little kiss today since you were feeling more romantic than normal

I just think it'd be cute 😙

Anyways, I hope you have a great day! And thank you for reading my request!

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

LOVEEEE THIS IDEA!!! I need a full fanfic of this right now bro. I hope I did your request justice!! So happy you're enjoying my fics as well you're so sweet thank you for reading ❤️🥺

⌖ " this love of mine "

Alastor x f!reader

Genre : fluff

Warnings : there's a brief sexual connotation from Angel because it's Angel but it's nothing too drastic.

A/n : Kasane Teto to the rescue once again. She invokes something deep within me that makes my fingers type at super speed. There may be spelling errors in this, I apologise if so, my eyes haven't been the best lately my keyboard gets blurry when I'm staring at a screen for too long :/ i'll be getting new contacts soon them bitches are expensive. This is a shorter post because it's more dialogue heavy, I'm trying to practice not describing characters actions so much because I feel like it clutters my writing a lot and ruins pacing. I love and hate writing sm grr

The funny thing about being married to Alastor is that nobody ever believes you.

Not because it's a secret - no no no, the rings are right there. His polished red band with antique etching, yours something elegant he picked because "it suits you my dear!" - but because neither of you behave the way people expect married couples to.

No clinging.

No pet names.

No public displays of affection.

Just... proximity. Familiarity. A shared understanding so seamless it borders on eerie.

Most days, you and Alastor function like old friends who simply happen to share a room, a routine, and an eternal partnership forged in life or death depending on who you ask (and Alastor never gives a straight answer).

So naturally, when you woke up that morning feeling... different - softer, warmer, a little more romantic than usual - it didn't feel like a big thing.

It just felt like one of those rare days.

Breakfast as the hotel was business as usual. Charlie chatting brightly, Vaggie observing, Angel was applying makeup whilst eating pancakes, Husk nursing a drink far too early. Alastor sat next to you, hands folded politely, legs crossed, his smile fixed pleasant as ever.

You reached for your tea, he reached for sugar at the same time and your fingers happen to brush. When you paused, there was a flicker - brief, fond - behind his eyes.

"Sugar, dear?" He hummed out lightly, suddenly brighter than he was as he grabbed your cup and the sugar, setting your tea down in front of you kindly.

You smile at him affectionately, resting your face in the palm of your hand," always the gentleman."

"It's simple ettiquette," he took a spoonful of sugar," how many teaspoons?"

"Mmm... guess."

His ear flicked, amusement in his gaze," Oh?"

You grin at him cheekily," you should know this information!" You laughed out at his reaction.

Alastor’s smile curves, unhurried. He doesn’t even glance at the sugar, “Two and a half,” he says, already measuring it out. “Any more and you claim it overwhelms the tea. Any less and you drink it politely while resenting me.”

He stirs once. Twice. Exact.

You watch, fond, chin in your palm. “Predictable.”

“Attentive,” he corrects lightly, sliding the cup back toward you.

Your fingers brush again as you take it. Neither of you reacts this time. There’s no need.

You take a sip. Perfect.

“Thank you,” you murmur.

“Of course.”

Something in you softens. It isn’t dramatic. It never is. Just one of those moments where affection feels close to the surface instead of tucked neatly away.

You lean closer and press a brief kiss to the corner of his mouth.

That’s all.

There’s a pause - not shock, not outrage. Just a subtle break in the rhythm of the room.

Charlie falters mid-sentence, then recovers, smiling quietly to herself.

Vaggie’s brows lift, then settle. Not surprised - just reassessing.

Husk glances over the rim of his glass, snorts softly, and goes back to his drink.

Angel’s eyes narrow a fraction, thoughtful rather than stunned, pausing it chewing his pancakes.

No one says anything right away.

Alastor’s hand comes to rest at your lower back, familiar and light, “My dear,” he says pleasantly, “you’re feeling bold today.”

You laugh lightly," It was a 'thank you' kiss.”

He accepts that without question.

It’s only then that you notice the looks. They were not gawking, just… puzzled.

You frown slightly at them all, “what.”

Angel is the first to speak, raising a brow with a sharp grin," didn't realise you two were... y'know..." He made an 'O' and then put a finger in and out of it. Mimicking sex. Childishly.

"Hah." You merely deadpanned out at him before you blink in realisation. You turn, gaze sweeping the room. “hold on, did you all think we were just friends?”

There’s a beat.

Angel shrugs. “I mean. Kinda?”

Husk grunts. “Figured you were close.”

“Close?” you repeat, incredulous.

Charlie tilts her head, thoughtful. “You’re always together, but you don’t… you know. Act like most couples.”

Alastor chuckles, clearly amused, “How disappointing we must be.” he reaches over to your tea and took a sip of it now that you were distracted.

You blink, shaking your head at the others, “I thought it was rather obvious.”

“Obvious how?” Angel asks with a haughty snort, legs crossing over one another as he looks over the two of you like you were his new favourite reality show.

You gesture between yourself and Alastor with puffed-out cheeks like the answer was right in front of them, “The way he always knows what I want before I say it? The way we gravitate toward each other in a room?? The fact that he never touches anyone but somehow always finds a way to be near me???”

Alastor’s smile sharpens, very pleased, “You flatter me.”

“I’m serious,” you groan to the man, genuinely baffled before turning back to the group of demons with slumped shoulders,“ Did none of you notice?”

Husk snorts again. “Guess we just didn’t wanna assume.”

Alastor leans in slightly, voice warm and faintly teasing. “It seems, my dear, that our chemistry is… understated.”

You glance up at him,“ You’re telling me people didn’t clock us?”

“Apparently not.”

You sigh, mock-offended. “All these years.”

He squeezes your hand once. “Tragic.”

Vaggie rolls her eyes as she went back to picking at her breakfast as she shrugged casually," you two keep it private. It's none of our business."

Charlie nodded enthusastically with a sunny smile," Yeah!! It's nice to know you guys are married! I always thought it was weird that Y/n would come out of the same bedroom every morning with Alastor so now I at least know she's not sneaking into his room at night like a creep-"

"Oh my god..." your fingers come to your temple and began to rub at Charlie's description, Angel's amused cackles making a headache begin to build up.

You felt the familiar pat to the top of your head, it was sympathetic. But you could sense Alastor's amusement from a mile away.

"Maybe telegraphing our affection once in a while wouldn't hurt." You hear him say, the unmistakable grin to his voice making you have to fight back a smile of your own," just to prevent the assumptions that you're my stalker, of course!"

"I love you husband, but shut up."

[rainbowcake1212]

This is perfect

[animentality]

[were--ralph]

if i were a billionaire i would make a hooters for fat men in thongs so fucking fast

[were--ralph]

its called Milkies and you get to milk your condiments from them with fake udders while they pant and sweat and maybe moo a bit

[were--ralph]

im accepting donations and investments and applications

[were--ralph]

The mascot is a bara bull man in a thong and one testicle out and his name is Milky Mike and for extra money you can reserve him for a table where he breastfeeds you Dr. Pepper or other soft drinks

[were--ralph]

For birthday parties you can pay extra to have Eggy Eddie the werewolf lay an egg on the table and inside is a mystery gacha treat the whole family can enjoy except not really because this is a restaurant for adults only

[were--ralph]

theres a Woke Option for every meal on the menu where you can add extra estrogen, testosterone, or mystery hormone

but watch out

[were--ralph]

You can play a game of Slappies which is where you slap Milky Mike's tiddies like those carnival machines with the scores and if you reach 999 you get a free shirt and also get doused with breastmilk (or a soft drink for those who are lactose intolerant #accessibility)

[rainbowcake1212]

I don’t know what drugs you are on, but bro I want some

[freakxwannaxbe]

This is a couple of weeks old but I just saw it and holy shit I'm cackling

Matthew really popped in the comments ready to go to war for his murder husbands ship

[pixelartpeach]

Reblog to give a trans person a fresh and perfectly ripe mango wait huh

It's the wikipedia image??? How big could it be

What

Huh???

[bonesbeetle]

can see the pores on that thang

[crow-with-a-pencil]

Reblog to give a trans person a shockingly high resolution mango

[avalonjoan]

Not pictured: me, yanking the steering wheel to screech into a parking lot so I could take a pic of this while my sisters and I absolutely lost it upon seeing this truck

[eternalfarnham]

“I’ve managed to resist my cannibalistic instincts and refrain from devouring my wife, but I don’t know how much more I can take. Perhaps looking at my neighbor’s beautiful, blossoming tree will ground me…”

[dqnquality]

[bluesturngold]

[emberdothound]

[join-the-pride]

𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪 |ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖

Saja Boys x Demon!Reader

Summery: Kept hidden for nearly one thousand years, the daughter of Gwi-Ma, the demon king, is being tracked down by an unlikely bunch, hired by the king himself. To keep herself from her father's grasps, she makes an offer that they can't refuse.

All she asks in return, is for her identity never be revealed to the king.

Previous | Next(soon)

Reminder for Saja Boys new names-

Baby: Jae

Mystery: Jeong

Romance: Seo-Jun

Abby: Beomseok

“So why did you gather us here? Another team pep talk?” Jae asked from the couch, lazily draped over it like a house cat.

Jeong, whose lap was being used as Jae’s leg rest, slapped Jae’s shin. “Quiet.”

“I’m sure whatever it is, it’s important. Y/n sounded pretty urgent.” Said Seo-Jun, leaning against the wall nearest to the couch. Beomseok, who was leaning against Jinu like he was some post, spoke next. “Whatever it is, we’re ready.”

Y/n held out her phone for them to see. “Today. I am going to teach you how to use a phone. You old ass men.”

“Old!?” They all exclaim in unison.

“Yeah. You’re all centuries of years old.” Said Y/n bluntly.

“You’re over a thousand!” Jae growled. “Yep.” Nods Y/n. “But I, unlike you dinosaurs, have gotten with the times. The new age of technology is here. And you guys are far behind.”

“Why would we need to use a phone anyhow?” Asked Beomseok. “We’ve gotten along fine without it.”

“I know, but if you guys are gonna live a life after we kill Gwi-Ma, and forget about this idol stuff, then you’re gonna have to blend into society.” Said Y/n. Now listen up.”

The process of teaching the Sajas how to use a phone was...exhausting, to say the least.

Jae was the only one who seemed to get the hang of it. Everyone else however, were still a work in progress. Unless you count Seo-Jun, who managed to fail at everything except taking selfies...

Later that day, Y/n felt a little off. She felt more sluggish than usual. She shrugged it off and decided to just take it easy for the rest of the night.

However, it wouldn't be as relaxing as she hope it would have been...

As she was settling down on the couch, about to watch a movie, a figure could be seen just out of the corner of her eyes. She didn't panic, sensing the soul of the figure before speaking. "Jae. The hell are you doing, you creep?"

Jae scoffed in amusement before stepping into view. "I'm never gonna sneak up on you, am?"

"Nope. Now answer my question." Y/n said, looking to him. Jae's smug expression fell into a more serious one. "How did you do that thing? With our marks? Abby and Mystery told me it happened with them too."

"Beomseok and Jeong, remember?" Y/n corrected him. "And what do you mean marks?"

Jae sighed. "The thing, like, when you touched me and my marks appeared. You made me feel all...weird."

"Sorry?" Y/n shrugged. "I uh, don't really know exactly what I did. What do you mean weird?"

Jae paused a moment to think about how to word it properly. “Normally, whenever my marks show, it’s not for a “good” reason. You should know that.” She did, she bore the same demon marks as he and the rest of demon kind.

“But that night, I felt…warm all over. It’s like you could calm me down with just a touch. I wanna know how you did it. You have some sort of…hidden power we don’t know about?”

Y/n only shrugged. “If I do, I don’t know about it either. But, I think I know what you mean. I remember it happening with Beomseok and Jeong too. Did you…not like it? If so the I’m-”

“No.” Jae cut her off. “I didn’t…hate it. I guess…”

“You’re more dangerous than you realize.” Jae murmured, walking over to take a seat next to her. “You have just as much control over us as Gwi-Ma does. And you don’t even know it.”

Y/n frowned slightly. “I don’t want to control you. Any of you.”

“I know.” Jae nods. “But you could. Just by reminding us what it’s like to feel again. It’s…addictive, once you haven’t known it for as long as I have. I hate that you make me feel at all. I’m not suppose to feel. I was born and raised to be a ruler, who could never be swayed by foolish emotions or distractions. And here you are…making all of that mean nothing.”

“It isn’t such a bad thing you know?” Y/n tells him gently. “To feel. It’s what made you human to begin with. A part of you is human still. I know it is.”

“It made me weak.” Jae grumbled. “Everyone thought so too.”

“So the power Gwi-Ma gave you made you strong.” Y/n finished. “But look what came of it. You said it yourself, that you regretted it.”

“I know that.” Jae sighed heavily. “I’m weak with them, a tyrant without them.”

“You’re not weak or a tyrant.” Y/n tells him firmly. “Someone weak couldn’t have survived the years of torment from Gwi-Ma. And a tyrant would never regret the things they’ve done. You're you Jae. Nothing less than.”

Jae stared at her for a moment, not speaking. Not from lack of words, no, there was plenty he wanted to say. He wanted to argue, to doubt her, to call her foolish for saying what she did. But he didn't.

"You make so really hard to not give in." He murmured. "I know I can never be human again, but you...you make me feel like there is some humanity left in me. I...I want to feel human again..."

Y/n reached for him, when he didn't pull away, she cupped his cheek. His marks grew from where she touched him, and it felt like bliss. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into her touch.

"There's nothing stopping you." Y/n said gently. "And I'll be there to help you." Jae's eyes opened, his golden eyes meeting Y/n's. Again, he stared, then came that same warmth in his chest. However, this time, it was...diffrent.

His heart, the one he thought went dead cold years ago, fluttered with a lightness he never knew. It beat as if it were full of life.

He pulled away, the feeling becoming too much for him. Y/n moved her hand back, worried she might have overstepped. But before she could apologize, Jae spoke.

"You really...have no idea what you do to me..." He murmured before turning away and disappearing in a puff of smoke.

"Please, can I see? Just once?"

Y/n had been begging Jeong to let her see his face for the last ten minutes, and every she was met with silence or quiet rejection. Originally Jeong was at her place by his own will, now he debated whether or not it was a mistake.

A part of him wanted to show her, he really did. He trusted her enough to show her. But another part of himself was afraid of her reaction, that she might find him repulsive.

"Are they really that hypnotizing?" Y/n asks curiously. Jeong sighed. "You might be immune to them, given you are also a demon. But still...it is unnatural. I don't want to disgust you..."

"Jeong." Y/n murmured, scooting closer to him on the couch. "You really think I'd be disgusted by you?"

Jeong hesitated. "He said-"

"He's wrong." Y/n cut him short, already knowing who he meant. "He's wrong about everything about you. Look, I won't make you show me if you really don't want to. But you should know I would never judge you."

Jeong looked to her, expression unreadable at first. Then she could see the internal conflict, with every fidget of his hands or the twitching of his lips. The suddenly, he went still.

And then, his full demon form was on display. His pale purple skin, deep violet markings, sharp claws at the end of each finger, long tusks peeking through his lower lip.

Y/n didn't say a word as he turns to face her. His hand, though trembling, moved up to the veil of hair at his face...and moved it aside. Y/n's breath caught in her throat at the sight.

He didn't have one set of eyes, but two.

One set atop of the other each one colored differently. Small violet marks bloomed from his eyes like stretching veins.

With his entire face on display, Y/n could finally see him, all of him.

And he was beautiful...

Her prolonged staring caused his nerves to get the better of him, and he turned away. Y/n reached for him, her hand meeting his cheek, gently turning his head back to face her.

"You're so pretty." She said softly.

Jeong froze, his eyes stare into her, unbelieving. Did he hear her right? Pretty? Him? He was...pretty?

Not...disgusting? Repulsive? Horrifying?

Pretty...He was...pretty...

"Jeong? Are you-" Her words were cut short, as Jeong leaned in...

And kissed her.

Y/n's eyes shot wide, freezing in utter shock of what was happening. Her hands moved to his shoulders, but...she didn't push him away. Not right then, at least. She was too distracted by how his lips felt against hers.

Despite his tusks, that poked and skimmed at her lips, she couldn't help but melt into it. She felt his arms move around her back, pulling her close to him.

It was only when his tongue began to prod at her lip, did she finally push him back.

"W-What are you doing!?" She gasped, heart racing.

Jeong stared at her for a moment. "Was that...not right?" He asked, visibly confused. "Was that not what I was suppose to do?"

"No! What? What did you think was...What!?" Y/n stumbled over her words, still flustered.

"I thought that was what was suppose to happen, when you loved someone." Said Jeong innocently. Y/n blinked in surprise.

"Love?" She murmured. "What do you mean? You...you love me?" Jeong nods.

"No. No." Y/n shook her head. "Wait. Jeong you don't love me. You're just confused. You-" Once again she was interrupted, Jeong grabbed her hand and placed it to his chest.

"I know what I feel." He said firmly.

Y/n felt his heart beating wildly against her palm, she looked up at him. His expression, his eyes, gave no sign of insincerity. What he said, what he did, was all done from an honest heart.

He really did love her.

"Jeong..."

Jeong moved her hand up and to his cheek, nuzzling into her palm. "They feel the same...they just don't know it yet." He murmured. They? He means...the others?

Jinu? Beomseok? Seo-Jun? Jae?

Did they all really feel the same?

Her silence made Jeong pull back, he stared at her for a moment. It made his chest ache, a feeling he hadn't known in ages...He then reached up to move his bangs back. "Sorry." He murmured. "I made you upset. I'll leave."

"Wait-"

Too late, Jeong was already gone, vanished with a blink of an eye. Leaving Y/n all alone, to stew in what just happened...

Tags-

@nightlark100 @s1nzari @placeofsupercooltopics

@itzkawaiix @winter-solstice24

@simpdevil66 @allezoboli

@lunaryoongie @avadakadabra93

@rainbowcake1212  @doggyteam2028

@yourtownidiot @eyes-ofhell

@yaminions @teffyx

@ashleygryffindor @vipxl

@sebbystans1fan16 @scre4mera

@satansdaughter123 @hvrricanq

@kpopgirliez @yourmom132

@bunniotomia @procookie2007

@sxlsvv @julia-loves-cupcakes

[rainbowcake1212]

KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE!!!!