#verse:demons

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9:13 PM : you know

9:14 PM : hwhen yo told m  about the wole 

9:15 PM : dmeon thing 

9:17 PM : i thogut youwer fuckin einsane

9:19 PM : like, wOAAA RYEan slow down man 

9:22 PM : but i meann n its cool 

9:26 PM : you nkow you bein a dmeon and all and the wooel

9:27 PM : demmn flame thing

9:28 PM : fthats lcool too

9:29 PM : youre realyl cool ryan

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✪ ; ❝ It doesn’t matter.❞Wiping the blood  off of his mouthwith the back of his hand, Michael turned so that his face was out ofRyan’s view. ❝ I’m fine. ❞

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20: upside down kiss

❝ Fucking — Christ, Ryan! ❞ Michael exclaimed, jumping a bit out of surprise when Ryan, the fucking sneaky demon guy, swung down into view from the top of the stairs. ❝ Is that what you demons do? Lurk in the fucking corners of office buildings until someone calls for you and you decide to pull a goddamn Spiderman? ❞ He questioned, making his way up the stairs, steps a little harsh and stomping from faint irritation. Ryan nearly fucking gave him a heart attack! He has a little bit of reason to be a little aggravated.

So when Michael met Ryan face-to-face (well…upside face to upside-down face) on the stairs, and Ryan was just hanging there, literally hanging there with a bit of a smile on his lips, Michael gave him a look.

❝ No. ❞ Michael said firmly. ❝ Absolutely not. Listen — you’re a demon, fine. It doesn’t give you any fucking right to go around expecting me to — ❞ Michael’s exclamation trailed off as Ryan, Ryan with his fucking eyes and unwavering stare and fucking jaw and fucking fuck -

❝ Fuck. ❞ Michael exhaled, and knew defeat when he saw it. He just didn’t like it when he was on the receiving side of it and not handing it out. He stepped closer to Ryan, lips twisted into a faint frown until he leaned in, pressing them to Ryan’s own lips and Michael felt his eyes slip shut, felt his mouth curve into a soft smile even at the fucking cheesiness, the cliche of it all.

How the fuck was he Mary Jane, anyway?

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