#I wanna have his brother with him :( so he isn’t sad and lonely

[lowcallyfruity]

Hi guys one of u should buy this for me

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✧˖*°࿐ : 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ plug!ryusei shidou x f!reader

Genre: smut Notes: iiiiiii want him n need him desperately ♡ i made him icky, manipulative and dress like pete davidson warnings: 18+, (soft?)dom!shidou, sub!reader, dubcon, drug use (weed), blowbacks/shotgunning, reader has pubes!, ryusei has a gold tooth, virgin!reader, corruption kink, dumbification?, fingering, blowjob, head pushing ♡, male masturbation, use of nii-chan (not referring to ryusei), slight dacryphilia, shush!kink, praise, pet names, cum eating ♡, he calls your pussy 'her', slut used once. words: 7.1k

“No way am I coming over. Your big brother would kill me.”

Ryusei can’t stop himself from smirking when he can hear your attempt to conceal a whimper. And he just knows there’s a plump little pout on that pretty little face on the other end of the line.

He’s been dealing to your brother for years, they’re basically best friends if you subtract the client aspect from the equation. They smoke together, they’re always hanging out and Ryusei isn’t a stranger to the apartment you and your brother share.

“How did you even get my number anyway, darlin’? Reaaaal naughty of ya to be calling me like this. Gonna be in big trouble if I tell your nii-chan.” he tells you. And this time you hear the smirk behind his voice. He’s teasing you. He’s toying with you, but you still can’t stop yourself from becoming paralysed with fear.

“He gave me it for emergencies! Please don’t tell ‘im!” you sigh. “He’s on some weekend work trip because he’s tryna get a promotion. I’m just lonely…”

“Awe, and why is that my problem?” he asks, harshly. It takes you aback slightly though your determination doesn’t falter. You take a deep breath and try to formulate a response in your mind.

“You guys are always havin’ fun together… but you never let me join in. I wanna have fun with you too, Ryusei—”

“No.”

“But—”

“I said no.” he stands firm and shows no signs of backing down. He hears the little deflated exhale you release, and he licks his lips as he thinks. He doesn’t want you to be sad, but he knows fucking around with a client’s sister behind his back is a stupid fucking idea. “You’ll be alright on your own. Why don’t you invite one of your friends over.”

“W-Well… I just wanted to see you.” you tell him, honestly. “I— I wanted to try smoking with you.”

He chuckles when he hears that. It hasn’t been a discreet crush you’ve harboured since you saw him for the first time. You may have thought otherwise, but Ryusei has always known. He kisses his teeth and laughs again as he thinks about this tantalising proposition being thrown onto his lap.

“You’re really tryna get into trouble this weekend, huh? Do you always invite drug dealers over?” he wonders, knowing the answer already. He knows you’re a good girl who always does as her nii-chan says. But today you want to let your hair down. Today you can let your hair down because he isn’t here for the whole weekend. You can be a little naughty and reckless and have some fun for a change. “Are you that lonely, baby? Jus’ want some company?”

“… Y-Yes. ‘m lonely…” your lower lip wobbles as you think about being in the same apartment all by yourself for the next two days. You’re fine now, it’s only 12:30pm. But what about when it gets dark out? You’re a stupid girl who lets her mind run wild with the possibilities of ghosts and home invaders. You’ve seen one too many horror movies while your brother and Ryusei are high in the front room for no regard to your taste in genre. You hate horrors but you’ve seen so many thanks to them. And now your mind is racing. What if you got kidnapped or killed for the fun of it? “I don’t wanna be alone, Ryusei… ‘m so scared.”

He grits his teeth, resolve crumbling as he thinks about you all alone in the apartment he’s spent so many nights in. So many pointless nights where he could have been out making more money or fucking a multitude of girls who don’t hide their attraction for him. So, is he really about to sacrifice the same for you?

Lonely, frightened, you?

“Well, we can’t have that, can we? I’ll be there in twenty.”

Now that he’s here you’re not sure what you were thinking. You’ve never smoked before. You’ve not even had a sip of alcohol before! But you know drugs are Ryusei’s whole life right now. Selling, buying and occasionally consuming. He locks the door behind himself as he enters. He’s wearing a wide grin as he comes in and approaches you.

He thinks you’re just the sweetest little thing.

Your feet walk you backwards as he gets closer to you, lunging forward to grab you when you almost trip over your pink Kirby slippers that your brother got you for your most recent birthday.

“Clumsy girl.” he grins, gripping into the fat of your underarms. He leads you over to the couch and more or less throws you down onto it. He dumps his backpack on the coffee table. “What time does your brother come home, sweetheart?” he asks, not even looking your way as he takes out his belongings and spreads them out on the table.

“Uh—” you think, eyes squinting as you look up at the ceiling and try to act natural. “Monday… morning.” you tell him.

“Well, I’m sure he won’t mind if I keep you company ‘til he gets back, right?”

“R-Right…” you aren’t so sure about that, but you’re hardly going to disagree with him. Though in truth, he knows he’ll be furious. But the time he cared about your pathetic brother’s opinion has been and gone. What kind of man would he be if he left a poor defenceless thing like you all on your lonesome in such a sketchy part of town?

You watch him carefully as he pulls out a grinder, some papers, and a large baggie of weed and puts them all down on the table. Your mind wanders as he describes the effects to you, none of it is computing. And it gets even worse when he starts talking about different strains doing different things. As far as you were aware, weed was just… weed. You’d never heard about strains or effects. All of your knowledge comes from movies. Tripping, munchies, all of the cliché stuff.

He grins when he sees your dumb expression. Of course you’re not understanding anything he says. All you need to know is that you’ll be okay because he’s here to look after you. He’s here to take you through it.

You watch him as he grinds it up in a tall metallic grinder. And seeing him roll is like witchcraft to you. It’s not like it’s the first time, but it’s the first time you’ve seen it up close. Your nii-chan always exiles you to your bedroom when they’re rolling and smoking. You’re only allowed out once they’re high, though it’s never stopped you peaking from the crack of your door.

Your eyes widen in disbelief as he holds eye contact with you while he licks the paper. Suddenly you’re looking anywhere but in his direction. He’s revelling in it, making you so uncomfortable and shy. You really are sweet ‘n innocent, huh?

“Here.” he hands it to you, his voice earning your attention and you look into his pink eyes before they drop to the blunt in his hand. You look back at him, confused, and he finds himself adjusting the baggy shorts he’s wearing in hopes that you haven’t noticed the way his cock jumps when you tilt your head so stupidly. “What? This is what you wanted.” he speaks, his defensive tone surprising you.

“But… I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never smoked before…”

“Never? Not even a cigarette?” he asks.

“Nothing… never smoked or had a drink or even been to a party. Nii-chan is too protective.” you pout. He wants to fucking ruin you. You’re so fucking cute and stupid he thinks he might cum in his underwear just from hearing you speak. You’re so obedient and it makes you so fucking stupid. As if you aren’t a grown woman who could get her own apartment and do whatever she wants. “Will you show me?” you speak, cutting through his thoughts.

He nods, effortlessly. He lounges back into the couch, legs spread wide as he lets the blunt balance between his lips. It’s lit instantly, and you can’t believe what a pro he is. He’s got one of those stupid lighters. The ones with the metal bit you have to spin with your thumb rather than one of the plastic ones you just push down. You can never use them. Your brother always lends them to you when you want to light a candle, but he always ends up lighting them for you.

“Get me somethin’ to use as an ashtray.” he tells you, it’s a rude demand rather than a request. But his lack of manners doesn’t stop you from immediately jumping to your feet and rushing over to the kitchen sink. You just washed your brother’s ashtray this morning. You smile happily as you hand it to him, clearly willing to do anything he asks whether he’s polite about it or not.

He takes a few more drags and flicks the ash every so often. And when he’s halfway through, he looks at you, expectantly.

“Your turn.” he tries to hand it to you again. You take it, and you flinch as he also forces the lighter into your palm. “You didn’t invite me over just to watch me smoke, did you? What, are you trying to take advantage of me?” he laughs, running his tongue along his top row of teeth. His golden canine twinkles at you, halting you from speaking for longer than you’d intended.

“It’s not like that! I just— I’m nervous, and I hate these lighters.” you explain. You stiffen as he rolls his eyes and adjusts his body, angling it to face you. His stare is harsh, bordering on agitated. It’s only fair, you think. He hadn’t planned on spending his day babysitting you or showing you how to do something so simple. “’m sorry.” you speak, it’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it. Almost.

“Open up.” he commands. You’re confused at first, and before you know it his rough thumb is tugging at the fat flesh of your lower lip. “I said: open up.”

You clear your throat and angle your body in a similar way to him. Although you’re nowhere near as tall or intimidating as him. You’re like a sullen little dormouse, respecting the orders of your master. Your lips part ever so slightly as he places the blunt between them. Your lips close around it, keeping it perched firmly between them. He can see lip gloss residue smearing on the paper; his depraved mind is going into overdrive. His lewd thoughts encompassing him, he needs to break free and focus on you before you start to ask more silly questions.

He tucks your hair behind your ears and away from your face. A brief thought crosses his mind of how embarrassing it would be to get caught by your brother because he singed your fucking hair.

“Don’t just suck it, yeah? Breathe it. You wanna feel it go in your chest, alright?” he asks you, it sounds like a reminder. Like he’d already told you this and he’s making sure you are listening this time. It’s hard not to when all you can focus on is him. How he’s staring at you. How he smells like cheap aftershave and weed. The smell of weed is revolting, truth be told, you aren’t sure how you’re going to be able to inhale it without gagging.

He flicks the lighter a few times and keeps an eye on your expressions and your breathing to make sure you’re doing it right. You look terrified.

And he likes it.

Your eyes get wider and wider the more you inhale, and he’s worried they might pop out of that pretty head of yours. You suck and you breathe in as much of the earthy smoke as you can until it embraced your lungs like an invader claiming its new home. He can’t hide his laughter when you begin to choke, realising you are the good girl you’re claiming to be and absolutely have never smoked anything in your life.

“Everything hurts.” you tell him, still coughing and sputtering out lingering smoke as your eyes water. “It tastes like shit…” you continue, covering your mouth as you can’t stop yourself from choking anymore. He gets up, handing the ashtray to you to balance the blunt in and he flees the scene of the crime without a word. He returns a few moments later with a glass of water, he even added in a few ice cubes for you.

“Think you’re all grown up because you’ve had your first puff?” he wonders, “Never heard you swear before, darlin’.” he finishes as he hands the glass to you.

“I swear… I’m allowed to swear, Ryu.” you answer defiantly.

Cute, he thinks. You really are trying to sound all big and bad for him. But he’s never going to take you seriously after that little display, you’re just a little girl trying to act tough. A cute girl trying to be the cool girl.

But you both know you’re far from cool. A cool girl wouldn’t care so much about pleasing her brother and being a good girl for him. A cool girl would do whatever she wants without fear of the consequences.

At least you’re trying, he thinks.

You glug and you glug until you soothe the suffocating dryness in your chest. He’s transfixed on a droplet of water clinging to the corner of your mouth, unable to tear his gaze as it begins to run down your face. And he can’t think of a cuter sight than you still trying to be the cool girl, wiping it away with the back of your hand before he can notice despite it being much too late for that.

“C-Can I do some more?” you ask him, big wet eyes blinking at him as you hope he’s still willing to guide you.

“Think you can handle it?” he asks. “Get some more water.” he commands, not even letting you answer first. It’s probably the right call, though, you’re hardly going to be accustomed to the feeling of smoke contaminating your insides after one heavy inhale.

You follow his pathing from moments before, getting yourself some water and fresh ice cubes before returning and facing him again. You drink so much; he grabs your wrist and moves the glass away from your lips before you down the whole thing.

He lets out a heavy breath as he holds the blunt and sees how your lips immediately part for him this time without being asked. Fast learner. His thumb pulls at the metal wheel twice, each time it sounds make your eyes flicker further open.

“Breeeathe.” he demands, and you obey. You take it waaaay better this time, holding it for longer after he pulls the lighter away and takes the blunt from your lips. “That’s it, atta girl.” he smiles as you slowly exhale, only coughing a little bit. Your little hands are immediately reaching for the glass of water you set down moments before.

“I feel…” you try and think, eyes darting around the room in search of the right words to use. Your eyes close without your permission, humming happily as you embrace the feeling, a cheery smile visible on your face. “Weird…” you giggle, deeming it the only appropriate word that springs to mind.

“Is that right, baby? Feelin’ weird?”

“Mhmm.” you sigh, dreamily, letting the feeling consume you wholly. You want to melt into the couch beneath your thighs; and you involuntarily begin to lean back into the plush leather before Ryusei stops you. “My eyes are hurting, Ryusei…”

“Mm, I’ll bet. They’re all bloodshot, princess. Think you’re high.” he smirks.

“Wan’ some more.” you tell him, reaching to take the blunt from his hold. He moves his hand away. The fat, brown joint just out of your tired reach. And fuck he can’t stop his cock from twitching when you don that pout. That pretty little pout that you can’t stop yourself from displaying any time you’re disheartened. “P—lea, p-please…” your lower lip juts out further.

“C’mere.” he instructs you, his empty hand patting at his adjacent thigh. He sees the hesitation in your eyes. The little protest lodged in your throat as you think what a bad idea this could be. Why does he want you to sit on his lap? Your heart is racing with possibilities. Is he going to try and kiss you? Or is it simply an easier position for him to help you smoke? “Move, baby, now.” his voice is firm, almost scary. Your movements are slow, but you find yourself moving on his order regardless.

You go to him, but he stops you as you try and sit nicely in his lap. It isn’t quite what he had in mind. He doesn’t want to baby you like the princess you want to be for him. You’re like a ragdoll as he positions you, limbs loose beneath his touch until you realise you’re straddling him. His legs are spread wide, relaxed, and you’re hovering above him a little.

“Open your mouth f’me.” you’re like a robot, complying with each and every command he issues without hesitation.

You’re too good, too perfect. And Ryusei Shidou is quite the opposite; he’ll ruin you if you aren’t careful.

But right now, you couldn’t care less.

Your dewy lips part, wider than they had earlier until Ryusei seems satisfied. He’s relieved you’re only hovering over him, or you’d have definitely felt the way his dick twitched at the sight of your pudgy lips widening for him.

He relaxes, fully, his own eyes becoming more bloodshot as the minutes go by. Weed doesn’t affect him like it used to, not in the way it’s affecting you. But he’s calm. All of his thoughts are collected, and he feels at peace. It’s probably the reason he’s being so brazen and not giving a second thought to the consequences of being with you anymore.

While you’re waiting for his vision to be realised, while you’re waiting for the reason as to why he wants you in this position with your lips spread, he lights up the blunt once again. You watch him through a heavy-lidded stare as he takes a hefty inhale.

You sense him planning something, the cogs whirring sinfully in his mind as he looks between your eyes and your lips as he inhales the smoke deeper and deeper into his lungs. He rests his arm over the rest of the couch, harbouring zero consideration for the potential ash staining the cream carpet below.

He tries to close the distance between your bodies, and you instinctively jolt away from him, your lips clamping shut just as quickly. As much as he wants to smile, to laugh, his lips remain neutral and sealed. His empty hand holds the small of your back. His fingers drift, trailing up the column of your spine. He flattens his palm between your shoulder blades, pushing your face and body closer to his. His right hand remains between your shoulder blades, the other coming around to tug your viscid lower lip until your mouth is ajar. He leans in, closer. The closest he’s ever been to you in the entire time you’ve known him.

He's going to kiss you.

Your heart is thumping, the intense beating, hammering your heart through blood, muscle tissue and flesh. Your eyes close instinctively, and at that, he does smirk.

His eyes alternate between yours, and your gloss covered lips. And then his are ghosting yours, not close enough to touch but not far enough for you to not feel their presence. His gaze becomes heavy, lustful as he observes you. He’s fixated on how you react as he blows the smoke from his lungs into yours.

Your eyes widen as you realise he isn’t kissing you, but your mind is hazy as you realise what he is doing. His lungs shrink as he empties them, but he doesn’t move. He smiles, though, and you fucking feel it. He’s waiting patiently to see just how desperate you are for him to kiss you.

Your breathing is intense. He can hear each breath you take through your nose as you try and compose yourself. You try and calm down and hide your burning shame from him. He knew what you’d assume and chose not to correct you. Just to see you squirm.

But you want to kiss him.

You want him to kiss you.

He chuckles lightly when he sees a nervous little gulp plummet down your throat, he’s sure if he blinked he would have missed it. He wonders if your eyes always vibrate so intensely when you’re nervous.

“Did you like that?” he whispers, his lips still inching away from yours. You feel each and every breath it takes for him to speak that sentence.

“Yeah…”

“Yeah?”

“Mm… mhmm…” you nod, eagerly and yet somehow still awkwardly. “D— Can you do it again?” you whisper. It’s so meek and downright precious he can feel pre fucking ooze out of his tip.

He adjusts his position, nodding, his lips almost catching yours but not quite before he pulls away to smoke some more. Your lips part beautifully and he’s smiling sinisterly yet again. His hand travels from your back to hold the crown of your head, you can’t back away this time, not that you’d want to. He’s keeping you in place as he slowly begins to puff smoke past your desperate lips.

You moan, involuntarily, as you feel your mind cloud and your body grow wearier. But still, you can’t get enough. You can’t fully satiate your desires of intoxication. Not with drugs. Not with attention. Not with touch. You need him. More of him.

“Baby?” you hear him mumble, his lips clumsily toying with yours as he refuses to fully close the gap between them. “I think ya wanna kiss me.”

You squeak, almost, a high pitch whine sounding through your nose as the uncomfortable statement surges through you. Were you so pitifully obvious the whole time? You lean in closer, attempting to close the separation between you. But he pulls away, ever the tease, and he can’t help but relish the whimper that claws its way up your throat.

“You ever even kissed anyone?” he asks, closing the gap once again. “Y’know, since you’re such a good girl.”

You feel the tips of your ears and face begin to sear with heat, embarrassment flooding through your blood. You nod, defiantly, doing all you can to assure him you’re not the big loser he seems to think you are.

“I have… ‘ve had boyfriends before… Ryu…” you tell him, though it’s still a little humiliating.

“So,” he starts, his hand holds your hip as he adjusts himself slightly. Thumb stroking your side calmly, despite his cock driving ever so gently into your core as he moves. Not hard enough to set off alarm bells, but just enough to leave a lasting impression. He bites lip and releases it just as fast as his eyes rake over you, and you feel so small under his stare, despite him being the one looking up at you. His fingers weave and comb through your hair until he gets a tight enough grip. Your noses are touching before he tilts his head, your lips barely lingering on one another’s as you each fight against fully committing. “If I kiss you right now, it’s gonna be worth my time?” he whispers.

In truth, it’s been a while since you kissed anyone. You haven’t had a boyfriend since high school and that seems like a lifetime ago now. But you don’t want to go another second without feeling his lips fully pressed against yours. So, you nod. It’s weak and unconvincing, but you nod anyway.

It’s enough for him. In truth, he wouldn’t have cared if you’d never been kissed before. He’d be more than happy to teach you, though he’s sure he’ll teach you plenty anyway. He’s going to turn you into a masterpiece; one that has been created only for him to enjoy.

His lips slot against yours and it’s like an explosion. You’ve been fucking starved for him, and you can barely remember to breathe as it intensifies. Suctioning sounds repeat as you kiss without stopping. Neither of you remember to come up for air until you’re gasping.

Your lips part divinely as his tongue pushes past them and it’s so rapturous as your little wet muscle meets his. He groans, loudly, as he licks and swipes all while you’re moaning pathetically into his mouth. He bets your soaked, he’s rock hard and leaking like a virgin getting his first hand job after all.

“Stick out your tongue.” he tells you, and like always, you do as you’re told. He licks at it, swirls his own tongue around it. He sucks it until he’s heady with lust.

His body collapses against the back of the couch, and like the perfect pet you follow him. You can’t stop making out with him now. You can’t possibly get enough. You doubt it would even be enough to crawl inside his skin and live out the rest of your days there.

You’re addicted to him.

He pushes your body down so that your crotch is fully pressed into his. The feeling of his throbbing cock almost entirely against your panty-clad mound is a surprise to say the least, you hadn’t expected it and your surprised expression gives you away instantly. But he doesn’t comment right away, instead, he grinds his crotch against yours as you carry on kissing. Your breath fans across his face, you’re delirious from the sensation of him being against you like this, you’ve never known anything quite like it.

“Feel what you’re doin’ to me?” he chuckles, parting away from you enough to look up at you again and lick his lips. But you chase him, you think you might stop breathing if you deny yourself of him. Your tongue pushes past the seam of his lips, and of course he doesn’t object. He feels your little wet muscle searching for something, and he can’t contain the amused scoff when he realises you were tracking down his gold tooth, the tip of your tongue licking it from behind all of the way to the front until you reach his gums. “Fuck… you’re filthy.” he informs you before kissing you again.

You giggle before he yanks at your hair. Flirtatious laughter being forced into a tantalising gasp, your head angled so that you’re looking up at the ceiling above. The column of your neck is almost enough to make him cum. It’s so fucking bare. So pure and untainted. He wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into you. To cover you in hickeys and bite marks so that everyone knows what he fucking did to you.

But he knows, deep down, it isn’t worth it. It isn’t worth the questions and the bullshit and the drama. Not this time, anyway. Instead, he leaves gentle kisses and soft suckles against your skin. His tongue leaves fat, wet stripes over your throat and pulse point, hot breath fanning over them between kisses. You’re keening for him as his lips begin to ascend. You’re shuddering against him as he breathes heavily, deliciously, into your ear. His hand drifts to squeeze your tit over your crop top as he continues to breathe thickly into your ear canal. The intensity forcing your skin to break out in goosebumps.

You mewl, and it’s a fucking siren song as he sucks on your earlobe. He drives his covered cock up into you as he takes the cartilage between his teeth, alternating between that and sucking like he’s trying to get milk from nipple.

“Does anyone else know what a naughty little thing you are?” he talks directly into your ear, thumb rubbing over the thin material of your top, your hardened nipples unfortunately hidden behind your push up bra. “Or do you only get like this f’me?”

“Jus’ you…” you sigh, your arm wraps around his neck so that you can hold his head the same way he had yours. Tiny little fingers toy with blonde and pink tufts, he groans slightly at the comforting feeling.

“Darlin’… you know you have to pay, don’tcha?” he asks. It’s so out of the blue, you push away from him. He grins as he watches the confusion and horror take over your facial expression. You were so blissfully at peace, lost in the feeling of his lips and his touch all over your body. “Drugs aren’t free, y’know.”

“B-But…” you think, panicking, “I— nii-chan only left me enough for emergencies…” you tell him, hoping he’ll take pity on you. He offers a fake little pout, tutting at your excuse. It’s so feeble and pathetic and he loves how easy it is to mess with you.

“Awe, baby.” he offers faux sympathy, his thumb stroking over your cheek yet again. “You better do what I say then, yeah? Gonna have to keep bein’ a good girl f’me, ‘n then we can forget the whoooole thing.”

“What do you want me to—”

He thrusts his hips up, and you lose balance, falling perfectly into his arms. He tugs at your crop top, urging you to take it off. You start pulling it upwards, though it’s too slow for his liking. He yanks it over your head, getting a quick eyeful of your tits and aqua blue bra before he sucks hard into the fat flesh of your breasts.

You’re too busy moaning, rolling your hips against him to notice he has unclasped your bra with one hand. He pulls carefully at the straps, ridding you of the material covering part of your modesty. He bites his lip and breathes heavily as he ogles them. You feel the way his cock pulses against your cunt.

“S’fuckin’ pretty—” he muses. You feel different, now. You’re fully on display for him and you are completely at his mercy. Your rational mind is telling you to give him the emergency money your brother left and send him on his way. But sadly for you, your poor neglected pussy wants him to stay and have his way with you. “You’ve gotta suck my cock, baby. Now.” he demands.

Your heartrate sky-rockets. Things are moving so fast you can barely process it at all. You look down between your thighs and see the ever-growing bulge in his shorts. Can you argue with him? Reason with him? It doesn’t matter either way, you’re already sliding carefully onto the ground and getting down on your knees between his spread legs. You aren’t sure where to start. Everything you think about doing dies a sudden death with each new idea that comes to the forefront of your mind.

“Pull it out, hurry up.”

Little hands shake as nimble fingers grip onto the waistband of his shorts. You pull and you pull and he lifts his body to help in your efforts. He almost grunts as his cock springs free, pearlescent pre leaking a ton from his twitching slit.

“Mmmm…” he moans as he grips his cock at the base, shaking it a few times so that the tip hits your nose softly, soupy liquid sticking to you as he does. “Be a good girl, show me how bad you can be.”

There’s not a single universe where you’re successfully concealing your apprehension from him, though he thinks nothing of it. He thinks you’re nervous because you’ve had a crush on him for quite some time now and you don’t want to disappoint him. Your hands carry on shaking as you grab onto his length. He’s huge, both of your little hands are holding him in your grasp and there’s still more of his thickness unable to be held.

You think to start off you should clean the tip; you lick and lave over his throbbing head and your face scrunches as you register the warm tanginess permeating your tastebuds.

His body almost dissolves into the couch as you start to take more and more of him. He shoos your hands away and holds himself so that you can balance your hands on his thighs. His free hand holds your head, forcefully attempting to shove you further and further down on his length until you’re choking on him. You’re spitting and sputtering just like you had when you smoked.

“S’cute.” he moans. The light praise encourages you to keep trying for him. So, you do, try. You try to give him mind blowing head. You try to remember to use your tongue to keep him nice and stimulated as you bob up and down on his cock. You even remember one of your friends telling you that squeezing your thumbs stops you from gagging as much.

But it’s all in vain.

Ryusei hisses, flinching from an amalgamation of too much teeth and not enough spit. He snatches you away by your hair, seeing red veins stabbing through the whites of your eyes as they begin to gloss over. A watery sheen telling him of your deepest shame and embarrassment.

“Are you a fucking virgin, baby?” he wonders. His cock spills more pre as he sees tears fall from your eyes and cascade down your cheeks. The little sniffles you can’t stop are a symphony to him and he can see the way your throat is choking back audible cries. He can hear the little croaks trapped there, though, poor thing. “Never sucked a cock before, have you?”

“’m s-so sorry.” you stop fighting your losing battle as you start to cry, utterly humiliated that your secret has come to light because you did such a terrible job giving head. “I’ll— g-get my purse ‘n then you can just g-o. I’m sor—”

He leans forward, hand snaking between your thighs to cup your cunt. “Never had a cock in her, huh? What about fingers? Anybody ever ate your pussy, sweetheart?”

“N-Nothing!” you speak, almost defiantly though that wasn’t your intention. You’re feeling vulnerable and defensive. You’re embarrassed, and he has his hand somewhere nobody has ever touched you before. “Only kissed before…”

“Mmm… no wonder you’re so wet.” he speaks, though he isn’t seeking a reply. He’s simply musing to himself. He should have known, really. When would you get a chance to fuck and learn how to suck cock when your brother practically holds you hostage in this shit hole apartment? “I won’t fuck you, today. You’re not gonna suck my cock either. Come here.” he continues, he grabs both of your wrists and drags you back to your previous position with little effort. You’re above him, again, your thighs straddling his. “Stand up, actually.” he orders, you obey.

Your tits are still exposed and you’re standing in nothing but your pleated mini skirt and silk panties beneath. He twirls his finger, encouraging you to do a spin for him. You complete it, quickly, your skirt raising ever so slightly and exposing a peak of pink silk before you find a neutral position once more.

“Slower.” he tells you, so you spin again. Slower, just for him. “Stop.” he tells you when your back is facing him.

“Is something wrong, ah—!” you yelp as he ruthlessly kicks the inside of your ankles until your legs are spread apart from each other.

“Bend over, put your hands on the table.” he instructs you. You’re slow in doing so, not wanting to rush this time; though you still feel your heartbeat in your throat. Your skirt rides up, the pink silk completely covering your most precious secret. Though he grunts at the sight, unable to control himself. His jaw clenches and bubbles at the sight of brunette curls peaking from the sides of your panties. “Holy shit, fuck.” he sibilates, thick long fingers hooking into the pink silk. He wastes no time tearing them from your body, shoving them into the pocket of his hoody.

He grabs the globes of your ass, kneading the flesh under your little skirt and parting your pussy lips in the process. He’s enamoured by the sight, the way your arousal has soaked your pubic hair. It’s shimmering, he can’t help but to touch and toy with your pubes when they’re taunting him like this. He can’t remember the last time he fucked a girl with a cute bush of hair like yours. It’s always fucking waxed and landing strips and of course he won’t complain, but seeing your intimate form in all of it’s glory like this… you’re perfect. You’re fucking holy.

He pushes a single finger hastily into your wet hole. You almost fall forward; you cry out from the feeling of being stretched for the very first time.

“Never shave this fucking pussy, yeah? Leave it like this f’me.”

You don’t reply, mind spiralling from the feeling of pain and pleasure as he burrows his finger in deeper and begins to curl it when he feels that perfect little spongy spot buried deep. Your cheeks are stained with glittering tears, the overbearing living room light not offering you any courtesy in that regard. Your tear-stricken face will be exposed to him, eventually.

Will he care?

Will he show concern?

Will he be sympathetic since he is the cause?

It appears not. He holds no consideration as he pummels a second finger inside of your gummy interior. He scissors them again and again and again until you’re practically screaming. It feels worse when he pushes against the spot. That spot that blinds your fucking vision.

“A-Ah. Aaah—!” you sob, scream, anything your body can physically project in your current state. It almost feels like an out of body experience. “Ouch! Ow, R-Ryusei. Hurts! Hurtin’ me—!” you explain. He wraps an arm around your midsection, fingers still cosy deep inside. He pulls you back, your spine flush against his chest. His hand moves from your stomach to your mouth, silencing your cries and whimpers as his fingers carry on battering your g-spot.

“Shhh, it’ll feel good in a minute.” he informs you. “Rub your clit, baby, show me how you touch this virgin cunt.” your entire body becomes scalding in an instant, the lewd language and very notion that you masturbate filling you with unease. But without question, your fingers find the swelling nub between your pussy and begin to rub and rub.

He rests his forehead against your shoulder, smiling down as he hears painful cries turn to libertine moans. His smothering hand frees your airways, allowing you to send your mewling into the airspace freely. He squeezes his cock, hard, and begins to masturbate himself. A sticky, clacking sound filling the room. It’s mixing in with the sound of your squelching cunt.

Your eyes cross as he finds a perfect rhythm with you. You’re sure you look like a bona fide whore, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’re balancing on the balls of your feet with your legs spread open wide, putting your cunt on full display. Your left hand digs into the leather arm rest beside you, the only form of balance you have.

You’re so fucking loud. He’s never heard anyone scream or moan as loudly in his life, though he’s one to talk. He’s on the verge of cumming after so much torment and he couldn’t be more vocal if he tried.

“D-Do you want all the neighbours to hear what a little slut you are? Want ‘em to tell your brother you got fucked stupid while he was gone?” he asks, it’s rhetorical, of course. He doesn’t care that you’re being loud. He just wants to torment you, tease you and build that unadulterated shame that you’ve had embedded in you your whole life. You are the product of repressed sexual urges. Would you have let a drug dealer strip you and play with your cunt if you weren’t so desperate and needing to be toyed with?

“’m gonna c-cum. Fuck, Ryusei! Cumming f-for you—!” you cry, your walls squeezing his fingers until they feel close to breaking. “Oh my god…” you sob. Your poor little virgin slot throbbing and pulsating around his thick heavy fingers and you continue to cum for what feels like a lifetime. His curling fingers dragging out the feeling for as long as humanly possible.

“Hah- haah- ah, fuck!” he finishes, white, gluey fluid shooting up your back. He fucks his fist until he drains every last drop from his swollen balls. He admires his work, smearing the remaining residue on your ass cheek and your skirt. He wonders if you’ll remember to wash it, God forbid your stupid brother find a cum stain on it.

He scrapes his cum onto his fingers and orders you to face him. He brings his sperm to your lips, expecting you to know what to do.

“Eat.” he says. You hesitate. He wants you to what? It’s a liquid, you can’t eat it. Does he want you to lick his fingers? Put them in your mouth? He’s sick of waiting, however, forcing them by your lips until the bitter taste coats your tongue. “Eat it.” he looks at you with venom in his stare.

You hold his hand sweetly with both of yours. He watches you as you suck his fingers, internally thinking how much better you are doing this than you are at sucking cock. He bears his teeth, the golden one glimmering in your eye once again as you continue to clean the cum from his digits.

“Thaaaat’s it, good girl. It’ll get the taste of weed out of your mouth.” he tells you. You finish sucking, releasing his fingers with a gentle pop before placing his hand back on your thigh.

He allows his fingers to lightly caress your skin. The pads carefully glide over you as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him for the final time during this encounter. But he wanted to fuck you, didn’t he? He wanted you to suck him off properly, too. He’ll let it go for today, but this certainly won’t be the one and only time you’ll bare it all for him.

You still owe him for the weed, after all.

He thinks he might set up a depraved little payment plan for you.

© 2023 rinitxshi

[idlerin]

I JUST WANNA FEEL YOUR PRESENCE

celebrity!akaashi keiji x f!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

the ikarus incident (band au)

+ word count: 3.8k

content — light angst, fluff? fluff!, insecurity, and akaashi keiji being hopelessly in love w u

it's not easy dating one of the most sought out and influential men in the industry. the conflicting schedules and how you always have to share him with the world, but in the end, your heart desires what it desires.

AKAASHI KEIJI didn’t mean to make you feel neglected. You knew that. You knew that. Maybe you could even talk to him about how you’re feeling when you could actually find the means to contact him. Which isn’t anytime soon. You’re hitting your fifth anniversary this weekend and you weren’t even sure if he could make it. You understand of course, it’s not like he could stop a whole event just because his girlfriend wants his company. You weren’t the selfish type, you’ve never been. You would feel guilty if that were to happen. It’s just that, it’s been six months since you’ve last had a proper conversation. Six months filled with missed calls, late texts, ‘i’m sorry’s and ‘it’s okay’ except that it wasn’t. Just because you understood didn’t mean you could shake off the irrationality of wanting his attention.

“You should focus on yourself more, [name],” Kaiya tells you through the phone, you’ve turned to her for your– as you say– immature problems, “Okay, listen to me, you’re always putting others before yourself, try to catch a breather. Your problems are not irrelevant just because they seem quote en quote immature. You’re allowed to whine once in a while, you know? Stop keeping all of your feelings bottled up.”

“I know,” you slump on your bed, placing your phone on your bedside table so you could comfortably place your arms around yourself like the sad lonely potato you are.

“You say you know but I know my advice is going through one ear and out in the other,” Kaiya deadpans, you hear rustling and you could only assume she was baking again.

“To be fair I don’t exactly know how to focus on myself more. You know I’ve always been a bit of a people pleaser and liked to well, focus on others,” you rub your arms as you stare at your ceiling, recalling your high school days. You’d like to think you were tough, but only on the inside.

“A bit? You used to do every favor anyone’s asked of you before I stepped in and made them all shut the fuck up–” you cut her off.

“But what if they really needed my help!” you even used your hands to make a gesture to fully emphasize your point even if she couldn’t see you.

“They were taking advantage of you. There’s a difference between helping someone once and acting like their bell boy.”

“They were our seniors.”

“They were assholes.”

“Assholes are a bit harsh of a term.”

“See! You haven’t changed, maybe just a bit, thanks to yours truly. But you’re still so pure I want to put you in my pocket sometimes and take you away from my brother.”

You laugh, not really believing her when she calls you ‘pure’, “Thanks for distracting me, Kaiya,” you say softly instead, you weren’t even sure if you were heard on the other line.

“You’re welcome, always. I’m sure my brother’s going to show his face to you anytime soon.”

“I hope so,” you murmur.

He doesn’t.

It’s your anniversary.

The time 11:52 PM flashes on your home screen.

You bite your lower lip to stop the tears from flowing as you grip your phone. You’ve been waiting for a text or call from him all day. He was in a different district this week for a fan meeting, lucky fans, you can’t help but think of it in spite. Lines and lines of them, you could only imagine how exhausting it was to entertain them all. You guess he was just too tired to remember your anniversary. Because let’s face the truth that’s been bugging your mind all day, he forgot. He forgot.

He forgot but you were still hopeful enough that he would remember before the day ended.

He forgot and it’s–because his world is constantly moving and it feels like yours is only revolving around him.

He forgot but you understand.

You could think of a hundred different ways the day could’ve been a bit better. And all of them involved him communicating with you in some type of way. But perhaps he really was just too caught up with work. You understand.

But it hurts.

And it’s not okay.

You’re not okay as you tuck your knees to your chest and let yourself cry for the first time in months.

Akaashi only realizes his mistake the next day when he sees the date. You knew of this with the way he frantically called your phone. You merely stared at the screen flashing his contact name, and honestly, you weren’t ready to talk to him yet. As much as you should answer immediately and shout at him for forgetting such an important day, you couldn’t find it in you to show a bit of anger. All you could feel was defeat.

So you stared at the screen, not making a move to pick up your phone. You were willing to suffer the incessant sound of ringing until.. until…

Until he realizes you weren’t going to answer.

It was as difficult as you thought. Ignoring Akaashi Keiji wasn’t something you were good at, but something you were good at, was restraint. It wasn’t difficult since he was miles away from you and it’s not like you weren’t already suffering from the bare minimum of conversation from his side for months. So you’ve managed to hold up the wall, a wall that’s in the brink of shriveling up and collapsing on you because how could you practice restraint when he’s on the other side of the door and not on the other side of a phone.

“[name] can we please talk?” you missed that voice, you clench your fist, there was nothing you wanted more than to open the door and immediately gather him in your arms and say you forgive him.

“I’m sorry,” ah, that word again, how many times have you heard that from him now? But what else could he say or do? There was surely nothing that could soothe you. Akaashi knows you well enough for that, “I’m sorry, please open the door so we can talk.”

You stay silent, giving yourself the privilege of thinking it over.

“Alright.. It’s okay, as long as you’re listening it’s alright, you’re listening, right, my love?” it wasn’t something to gauge out a response from you, because you were heavily intent on giving him the silent treatment.

“I didn’t mean to forget about our anniversary, the event was held up until 10 and right after the band and I had a meeting and I lost track of time. I know that it sounds like an excuse. I'm sorry, there isn’t anything that would justify what I did. I haven’t been a good boyfriend at all these past few months, and you deserve better. But can you please not give up on me?” his voice cracks and you swallow down the words you want to say to reassure him with instead because Akaashi was overthinking these past few days just as much as you, your boyfriend and you were similar in that regard, but you aren’t exactly sure if you could provide reassurance you would mean.

You open the door so abruptly Akaashi almost stumbles inside, the result of leaning on the door. You gather up your courage to look him in the eye enough so your knees wouldn’t grow weak. You were always soft and weak whenever you were around him. Most of the time it would feel like bliss but right now it was only a painful reminder of how you would take whatever he could give you, no matter how much it would break you.

But Kaiya was right, you needed to focus on yourself more.

Akaashi’s eyes lit up the moment he finally catches a glimpse of you but when he saw the look in your eyes he understood immediately what you wanted to convey without saying anything. You gulped trying to control your emotions as you reached for one of his hands so you could grasp it in both of yours, this was your way of saying sorry. A tear slips and you become a silent crying mess in front of him as he tries to process everything.

“[name], are you thinking about.. do you want to break up with me?” Akaashi says it in a fragile tone, it shattered your heart, you didn’t.. mean to.. you didn’t want to feel like this. You just couldn’t help the sobs that rattle your chest, him saying it outright makes it feel more real. That you were actually going through with it. Breaking up with him. Something you’ve thought of thoroughly between these days of silence.

“I.. I,” Akaashi gulps, “It’s.. okay, if you want to,” you watch as his jaw tightens and his forehead ticks for the slightest second, he was trying to act normal for you, so it would be easier, “I don’t want to see you hurt and I know I’ve only been hurting you these past months. If breaking up would be good.. for you, then.. then it’s okay,” he takes a move to take your face in his hands and wipe your tears.

“Ah,” he inhales sharply, you look up to see that he was tearing up too, “Sorry, sorry. It’s just, I couldn’t hold it in,” Akaashi tries to laugh. You attempted to laugh too but it ended up with you shedding more tears.

“Can I hug you?” he asks, “Please?” his voice cracks, your answer was wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He rests his head in the crook of your neck and that’s when he finally breaks, “[name].. [name] I love you so much.. I.. I don’t want to break up,” he couldn’t control his tears anymore, “Please don’t break up with me. I love you. I don’t want to.. I don’t want to. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I promise I’ll find a way to make it better, I’ll be better for us [name].. please don’t leave..” he hugs you tighter, “..don’t leave me.”

You pat his back, a ridiculous aim to calm him down, this is only one of the few times he’s broken down, you recall a conversation you’ve had with him where he said he could only ever be vulnerable around you, “Keiji,” you say his name as a plead, “I love you.. I love you so much, but I think I need a break from… just everything. But I’m not leaving you, I swear. It isn’t going to be permanent, please give me time?” 

A moment where your cries and his intertwine as you clutch his shoulder as if basking in the last moments you could hold him. It just makes him hold onto you tighter.

“Okay,” Akaashi says after a few minutes of basking in each other’s warmth, “..Okay,” he squeezes you once more before letting go.

“Thank you,” I’m sorry, you mean it, as you stare up at him with watery eyes, you take a step back and close your door with shaky hands. Your last sight of him was of his distraught expression and tear stained cheeks parallel to yours..

I’m sorry.

-

You miss him.

More than ever before.

It’s been 3 months since you’ve broken it off. You’ve cut your contact with him for now but of course you couldn’t truly escape him. His life was just too thoroughly intertwined with yours. You still feel longing for him, but that was inevitable. Things have been better with you, it felt like a step to something better, for the both of you. You’ve tried new hobbies lately, such as your yoga sessions to calm your mind and running every morning. You’ve tried balancing it along with your new job in a traditional publishing house.

Late at night, when you’re all alone and wallowing in self pity you miss him, but you always manage to stop yourself from searching his name on twitter to see what he was up to. It’s been 3 months of no communication and it’s killing you, even if it’s a self-inflicted rule you manage over. But as you said, your lives were too intertwined.

That was why you’re standing in a corner in the Akaashi family reunion beside Kaiya who was arguing with her cousin, who, when left, turned to you.

How could you resist an invitation from Mrs. Akaashi, his mother? She was way too nice to you and you’ve always attended Akaashi family gatherings, what would be your excuse to not attend, surely not anything good enough, but you didn’t even attempt to say no. Because you did want to go.

“The two of you are so obvious,” your best friend rolls her eyes.

“Huh?” you ask, confused while eating a hotdog an auntie gave you.

“My brother and you are. so. obvious,” she points her stick where a hotdog was once to Akaashi who was talking with an Uncle, “He keeps glancing here and looking at you longingly like a lovesick puppy, it’s kinda gross,” she grimaces, “It’s a surprise my other relatives haven’t figured out that you guys have been dating for years. Whenever we have a get together he’s always hanging around somewhere near you like a moth to a flame. What did you feed him dude?”

Your heart ached, you were trying to ignore his presence because you didn’t know how to initiate an interaction that wasn’t going to be awkward. You greeted him stiffly earlier when you were approaching his parents and he was unluckily beside them. You tried to act like you usually would, as if this wasn’t the first time you were seeing him in person after your break up. You didn’t want it to be this way, in fact, you want it to be the opposite. After all these months, you’ve realized you can live without him, but you didn’t want to.

“We dated for years. Not anymore,” you mumble, bad habits die hard, and one of those is your pessimism, but you quickly say something else before she could hound you, “And it’s your fault for always inviting me to your family gatherings, they got used to it, do I look like an Akaashi?” you roll your eyes at her.

“Soon to be,” she winks at you. You blush at the implication, “You’re going to get back together anyways,” Kaiya was so sure of it, when you told her about how you broke up with her brother her immediate reply was ‘He deserves it, he was being stupid. The both of you are too stupidly in love to completely call it off, so let’s talk about my recent dior purchase because look–’.

“Okay but really, you’re family, just not blood-related, my parents love you to the point that I think they considered adopting you once, my aunts and uncles think you’re absolutely adorable, and my nieces and nephews are always looking for “[n/n]-chan”. You’re practically already Akaashi [name],” she gestures dramatically, just then one of her cousins that was arranging the tables to make a big long one for the whole family to sit in says ‘Bring out the food!’

You soon find yourself seated in one of the chairs beside Kaiya, all would be well if Akaashi Keiji hadn’t decided to sit in front of you. Now you were avoiding meeting his eye, oh you only wish for this dinner to go fast and smoothly because you don’t know how long you’re going to last in this avoiding eye contact game.

“[name] when are you going to date our Hiroki?” an auntie asked, catching your attention, they were pertaining to Keiji's cousin. Oh there they go again, they have always teased Hiroki with you since around 4 years ago when he said that his ideal girlfriend was you, the family never let go of it, you always laughed it off since it was harmless, and there was no way you have eyes for any other Akaashi that isn’t Akaashi Keiji.

A few adults laughed, most teasing Hiroki, you distantly heard a choking sound coming from your best friend, and Hiroki himself was very red. You laughed awkwardly before an uncle said something that caught you off-guard.

“I thought Keiji and [name] were in a relationship?” which made your heart beat unbelievably faster. You almost dropped your fork, Kaiya was trying to contain her laughter but she slapped your thigh as if she was saying ‘See? You guys were obvious’ and you did the one thing you didn’t want to do. You locked eyes with Keiji.

Auntie laughed, “Come on honey, our Keiji is too busy being a celebrity to be in a relationship.”

Ouch.

It felt like everything that happened flashed before you and the gaze you were holding with Keiji right now was delicate. It definitely looks like he wants to say something but you stop him with one simple shake of your head. He complies as he always did in your relationship. And just like that, you move your attention elsewhere.

“Hiroki has liked you since forever [name], does he not make moves? Silly boy,” Auntie continues.

“Ma!” Hiroki shouts in embarrassment, “[name] will feel awkward, I’m sorry [name],” he bows his head to you, you shake your head and wave your hands, you wish for the conversation to change to something not revolving around you.

“It’s okay, Auntie just teases a lot,” you chuckle, taking a bite of your carbonara.

“Hiroki nii-san said earlier [name]-chan looked very pretty today!” one of the kids added.

The adults were about to comment rather joyously when Akaashi clanged his glass to get everyone’s attention, “That’s enough guys, [name] is getting uncomfortable,” he says calmly, you were the only one who noticed how there was a slight off in his movement, like he was annoyed but pretending not to be, the vein in his hand that was holding the cup a little too tightly gave it away.

“Keiji has always looked after [name] like his own sister, it’s cute,” Keiji’s older cousin Aiki says.

Your best friend couldn’t contain her laughter then, everyone looked at her as she cackled like a maniac, “Yeah, sure, he totally thinks of her like a sister,” she says, full of mirth. Aiki was sitting on her other side so she was looking at Kaiya like she was out of her mind.

Everyone thought she was just spouting nonsense again and veered into a different topic. You couldn’t help but glance at Keiji who you knew whose gaze on you never faltered.

For some reason, the universe liked to play with you. You didn’t know if it loved you or hated you. Surely trapping you in the kitchen with Akaashi Keiji when he was supposed to be out buying more alcohol with a cousin was a coincidence or maybe methodical plans made by the person you call best friend you’ve spent more than half of your life with. Whatever it was, it led you to this moment with him. You and him, alone. Most of the family were still out in the backyard, the ones that were still awake of course, most of the kids were asleep, the older kids were watching a movie in the living room, the young-adults were with the aunts and uncles drinking outside.

You were planning on staying over and having a sleepover with Kaiya, who was one of the young-adults getting shit faced outside, but you wouldn’t have put it past her to not have meddled in a little with your relationship with her brother before getting shit faced.

You get a glass of water, using it to sober yourself, you haven’t consumed any alcohol, but you didn’t trust yourself to be composed around Akaashi Keiji. So you drink your water, inhaling before you find the right words.

“I miss you,” Keiji spoke first. He was closer than you initially thought, with your back on the entrance you hadn’t realized he was caging you in. His arm is on the counter beside where you’re still holding down the cup. Now you were truly trapped, and this is how you knew that everything was going to be fine.

“Until when is our break going to last?” he says in a trivial way, like he was asking you if you liked the weather. As if he wasn’t saying it directly in your ear, making you shiver. You remember telling him once that you liked how you could feel his voice when he spoke close to your ear. It was something very Keiji to remember and use at a time like this, you expect nothing less than perfect composure while your insides are malfunctioning.

“Keiji,” you finally turn to face him, but you don't have much room to work with, quite literally. Your hands are behind you on the counter as you look up at Akaashi and soak in his features. You missed everything, his voice, his eyes, his perfume. Everything that makes him, him. He reaches a hand out to gently cup your face, he looks into your eyes, testing the waters. If you would allow him to touch you so he could ground himself. As if feeling you was getting back his sense of reality.

“You look better,” he murmurs, using his thumb to caress your cheek, “I’m glad,” he smiles.

“Thank you for giving me time,” you place your hand over his, leaning into his touch more, “I’m sorry too,” you say.

“I should be the one saying sorry,” Akaashi’s brows furrow, “I still haven’t made it up to you.”

“So.. should we start again?” you say in a soft voice, shyly looking up at him through your lashes.

Akaashi leans down to place a kiss on your forehead, as if it was something he had wanted to do all evening, “We’re picking up where we left off.”

“That sounds nice,” you murmur, tilting your head up to place a sweet kiss on Keiji’s cheek. “We still have a lot to talk about,” you add, reaching over to brush his hair out of his face while his hands have moved down to your waist.

“And as I said, I have a lot of making up to do. I’m sorry for everything I put you through,” Akaashi has a troubled expression on his face, “I won’t make the same mistakes again. I can’t promise you that it would be easy dating me, you know that it isn’t, because of my job. That’s why I’m so thankful you've still stuck with me all these years despite all my misgivings. I love you, so much. And I.. want to show you off to the world, my love.”

You bite your lower lip, it was here, another step in your relationship, “Let’s start with your family?”

Akaashi couldn’t help but pull you in for a kiss, one that leaves you gasping and breathless, “I love you,” you say.

“Stay with me forever,” Akaashi states, not even giving you a choice, it makes you laugh with giddiness, you were the only one who got to see this side of him.

“Sounds like a good plan.”

Being selfish once in a while felt nice.

a/n — guys i have to wake up for school in like less than 2 hrs but my brain said no syl finish your akaashi fic and i listened to my monster

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[ggukkiedae]

miya

[3:30am kst, 231217, wc: 620] [cw: jonghyun (read at your own discretion)]

(from c: i miss jonghyun loads. words can't explain. he has been one of my longest running role models, and i just really wish he's happy and at peace making music for all the angels and stars up there with our moon)

Yoonmi never felt lonelier.

Her members, her brothers, her constants were all in the military, and she had restricted access to communication with them. In fact, she wouldn’t be able to contact four of them for a few weeks at all. Her siblings by blood and on paper were both busy, and her boyfriend just arrived in the country and was probably tired.

She sighed to herself as she looked over to her photowall, a floor to ceiling section filled almost completely with photos, one catching her attention in particular.

Sitting up gently to keep from startling her pets, she approached one specific photo. One of her and someone she used to always go to for advice or comfort when she couldn’t ask her members.

“Hey, Rajah,” she looked at her kitten, “there’s someone I want you to meet.”

The small kitten just looked at her curiously, patiently letting her owner pick her up. After getting her kitten in a sweater and herself in sweatpants and a coat, Yoonmi grabbed her helmet and the body harness for her pets and made for her motorcycle.

The drive was cold.

There was no other way to describe it. It was the middle of December, the beginning of winter, but she didn’t care. Those thirty minutes she spent driving to him would always be worth it.

She silently greeted the security guard, one she grew familiar with over the years, and handed him a pack of brownies as she placed her helmet on her motorcycle. She knew the security guard would guard it like he always did. After a deep breath, Yoonmi walked past the gates.

It was a minute walk before she reached her destination, the person she wanted to see. With a smile, she sat down across from him and gave him a smile.

“Jonghyun oppa,” she bowed her head to his resting place in respect, “I feel like I’ve been bothering you too often, but you know you’re one of my safe people.”

She gently lay a brownie piece on her handkerchief and placed it by him. “I know I’m a day earlier than you probably expected, but I brought brownies! Though I will have to take this piece back when I leave. I don’t really want to litter.”

A laugh escaped her lips as she gently began to unfasten the harness around her torso. Small mewls filled the air as Rajah was shaken out of her comfortable position.

“Oppa,” she showed off the kitten, “this is my new baby, Rajah. Rajah, that’s Uncle Jonghyun. Isn’t she cute, oppa? Jimin oppa got her for me so I wouldn’t be too lonely over their enlistment period.”

She sighed as she set Rajah down, watching as the cat curled up just under Jonghyun’s name. “I made it through the SHINee oppas and their military service, but this is different, you know? I’ve had the oppas with me almost every day for the past thirteen years, and now all seven of them are going to be away for so long.”

“I guess I feel lonely.” A sad smile made its way to her face. “Especially because everyone’s so busy… I know you are, too, but you’re right here with me, right?”

Something, she didn’t know what (or maybe she did), prompted her to look up. Right in her field of view, a star shone brighter than the others. Maybe she deluded herself into thinking it had a slight pearlescent aqua hue.

“Thank you,” she smiled back at him, petting Rajah slightly and taking out a small paper slower she had made from her backpack and placing it next to his name. “I miss you lots, Jonghyun oppa. I hope you’re happy up there.”

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[faithst]

ZB1 AS TYPES OF BROTHERS

genre fluff

notes i don’t have a brother 🤞

masterlist<3

— zhang hao

the brother that keeps you in check 🫡

he’d ask ‘have you done your homework yet?’ and other things like chores so you don’t forget

isn’t too strict but won’t let you lay off until you finish everything you need to

he does this so that you can get stuff done quickly and survive in the real world 🤝

makes you learn a musical instrument to continue his legacy 😭

— sung hanbin

the very caring brother

there’s not a single day where he’d raise his voice at you or scold you 🫶

why? because that’s just not his nature

he’d always be patient with you

also always makes sure to check up on your well-being

your standards are very high bcuz of him 👍

— seok matthew

the best friend brother

he just seems like the type to love chatting w you

he’d share abt his day and you share abt yours

he’d know instantly if something’s bothering you

you’d tell him everything and vice versa, so he knows a bit too much abt you

def knows your deepest darkest secrets 🤫

— shen ricky

the secretive brother

as in, he doesn’t talk about himself or his day much

because he prefers to listen to others more so he listens to your problems alot

you don’t know much of his personal life but he knows alot abt yours

he’s not hiding anything, he just never thought to talk about personal stuff 😀

he’d be the type that if you hate someone, he’d hate them too

— park gunwook

the protective brother

protects you in every way possible

not physical fights tho cuz he doesn’t condone violence 💪

but he does condone it verbally (i’m kidding)

would secretly follow you on dates to make sure you’re safe 😭

it’s a bit privacy-invading but you know he just cares for you

— kim taerae

the cool/chill brother

the one who would bring you around with his friends so you won’t feel lonely

or drives you to places you wanna go

but you have to hear taylor swift blasting through the radio every time 😀

pays for your stuff most of the time

does karaoke w you to flex his great voice 😗

— kim gyuvin

the tattler brother

snitches on everything you do 🥲

he does this because he doesn’t want you doing anything illegal

babies you alot (have you seen him w yujin?!?)

would do anything for you 🫶

he would also keep a spare of everything incase you need it

— kim jiwoong

the parent brother (?)

could classify as your legal guardian

he does the most for you; picks you up from school, assists you with homework, gives you advice

the first to know when you’re having a bad day

if you’re feeling a bit sad, he sits there consoling you instead of asking questions

you trust him the most

— han yujin

your regular younger brother

sets you as his role model

teases you for things when in reality he’s jealous 👍

wants the same things you own

he would leave your door open after barging into your room 😭

would prefer to hang out w you than his friends imo

would love playing games with you

© keiwook

[riza-jes]

Issekai Ace or System to save yourself for the son of the Pirate King // The rebirth into an unremarkable Pirate King's son.

And…I rll gonna write my greatest idea of issekai Ace.

Just don’t know when i do it properly, but the work in progress, so maybe soon. I’ve already written some scenes and his past.

Ace is the one of many modern guy, who keep trying to do his job, safe money and has a plan to move near ocean. But now, he’s lonely barista who makes different kind of coffee with closed eyes and has friends only among stray cats.

Also, he has one specific guilty pleasure that Ace could afford almost freely — reading manga shōnen manga “Koby the Honest Hero”, where the story told of Koby and his way to become hero who could protect defenseless and weak, but the most favorite character in Ace’s opinion was the antagonist who yet hasn’t shown properly and always hidden in the shadows, the Strawhat guy who also is antagonist and someone Kobi meet in the beginning and help him to escape from Alvida.

( he didn’t know that’s was Luffy not at all)

But once after coming from work with bunch of cats feed Ace was stabbed and robbed after what he… died.

alone and white last thoughts that he won't feed the cats again.

But suddenly he opens his eyes as a newborn in Rouge's arms.

And so the story begins.

It’s a bit complicated,but the main point is partly the Ace we knew (canon One Piece) IS Ace who issekaied.

Also there is the important fact: in this “canon” of manga “Koby the hero” only once was mentioned Gol D Ace.

He is mentioned once as the executed son of the Pirate King.

Not his deeds, not his even name(the one was mentioned in private talk between Gary and Koby), just a title that's been with him since birth.

Just a line that this world will eventually erase very soon whiteout any shadows and grieve.

( similar with modern Ace’s situation, sometimes he think if he ever even buried properly? Does even somebody feel sadness of his lose? He doesn’t wanna be left alone, don’t wanna die without no one to care. Without no one who could read his panegyric and bury him as Ace not as someone nameless.)

He lives his life not fully convinced in what exactly world he reborn and who he is exactly until his fifth birthday.

So he decided to live his life, just trying to find the way for not be erased and leave something…

Well…speak of others: The Luffy in this story so as Sabo is became more CanonOP due to IssekaiAce.

Ace who just wanna have women close to him and has no interest in interfere in plot, so he trying his best(it isn’t his fault he found out his gramps/oh seas he has grandpa!/ is the same Garp as Koby’s teacher). He’s just don’t know that his Happy Babybrother Luffy is that terrifying antagonist in manga he read. And Sabo is that infamous Flame of revolution who crashes skulls and the second the most wanted person from marines. So…Ace decided even he couldn’t change his fate he still could have his family and people he cares and who cares about him. Ace thinks he hang out with unimportant for plot characters what didn’t ruin everything.

He didn’t know that his brothers loves him more than he could imagine ( Ace didn’t dare to think in that way, not when in the first time he feel such a great happiness)

He have no idea that the dark past of loneliness and exclusion for Luffy and Sabo's long caged, psychologically abusive situation is shattered by Ace's simple decision to accept those weirdos.

So smith like that

In this world many of people who’s lives crossed with Ace’s have strange feeling of “this shouldn’t go like this”, or understanding that their life’s change extremely for good thanks to Ace(for example Sabo and Luffy their darkest part will be calmed by Ace’s pure affections and love)

[charleslee-valentine]

For the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Fanworks Event Day 6: Music is my Life

Ship(s): Radiohead/Vietnita/Brocktop (Chop Top x Stretch)

Word Count: ~1,800

Warnings: Alcohol use, hangovers, abuse mention, mild sexual content.

@texas-chainsaw-fanworks

________

It wasn’t intentional.

Bobby was supposed to be out and back before anybody even noticed he was gone. To just grab a couple drinks and then get the hell out. Easy.

Now, nobody else knew that plan, so did it matter that much when two beers turned to three, then three to four? Probably not. He wasn’t far from home and hadn’t driven anyways. He could be there in time still.

Except he didn’t walk his goofy ass home. He woke up in a pretty girls bed.

She greeted him with a soft, close-lipped smile, “Morning. Didn’t think you’d be up before the afternoon.”

A groan slips past his lips. His head is fucked. Bobby tries to sit up and then lays right back down, rubbing at blurry eyes, “Time?”

“‘Leven thirty. You got somewhere to be, I’ll drive you.” She informs him, sitting on the side of the bed. Her bed.

Bobby should tell her he’s got to get home. But he’s barely awake, and barely able to remember what happened last night either. Speech isn’t coming to him.

He just shakes his head ‘no’.

“Your head still hurtin’ you?” The woman observes, when he nods again producing a little pain-pill bottle from somewhere, maybe the night stand, and giving it to him, “Here. Don’t leave it on an empty stomach. I can make you breakfast too.”

Really, he appreciates the offer. There’s no way in hell he’d lie and say he doesn’t like the attention from this gorgeous lady. But, one thought creeps up in his head and he has to ask, wondering if maybe she’s one of those women that take advantage that his big brother warned him about. After all, she doesn’t seem to be affected by last night in the least.

Maybe she was sober while he wasn’t.

“A-Aren’t you hungover t-too?”

“Sugar, I do that every night. If I still got as fucked up as you, I’d’ve been kicked out by now. My drunk lasts a lot less than yours.” She informs him, kind but a little humored.

That’s when Bobby remembers some. Pretty girl is the disc jockey from the bar. Stretch is her work name. Vanita is her real one. Even that part of her is beautiful.

Okay, so he might be a little pussy whooped, but he can’t help it. She played good music. Actual rock and not the radio approved shit. Alcohol in his system meant he was probably rambling about all the artists and such for hours last night, and she’d done nothing but listen contentedly. And then kiss him.

It was really pretty fun, dancing all night, sharing drinks and cool facts and kisses. Nothing like the other quick hookups he’d had in bathroom stalls and seedy motels. The kinds where they wouldn’t look him in the face or kiss him after they got their rocks off.

Those times had been better than being lonely, but not being hat he wanted. Nothing like miss Vanita.

Even now, she could kick him out. Instead of sitting here close and brushing stray hairs off his face, she could be dragging him out the door.

Not that he even should be still here. He’s a long several hours overdue to be back home. They’ll have noticed by now he ain’t there.

He looks her in her eyes, half squinting from the stubborn headache, “I-I kinda lied. M-My brothers’ll be look-lookin’ for me.”

Stretch seems understanding, putting her sweet hand in his hair like she’d done the night before and makin’ him blush like some kinda idiot, “I can take you home, hon. Promise it won’t bother me none to do it.”

“I-I don’ wanna.” Bobby doesn’t know why he’s honest. Like he’s her puppy or something.

“Mm. I hear ya.” Stretch can sense the sadness in him, the part of the truth that isn’t being told. She just misunderstands it’s meaning a little, “Bobby, are you sure you got somewhere to go? You can tell me the truth.”

“Huh? O-Oh yeah. M-My brother o-o-own’s a real big farm house. We all l-live there. All-“ He counts his siblings on his fingers, including his Sissy even though she doesn’t come home often, “Five of us.”

That doesn’t fully answer her question though. Stretch asks him slowly, “And you’re safe there?”

“S-Sure. Drayton says..says I-I’m in my r-rebellion phase.”

All he means by that is that he’s on a slightly longer leash than he used to be, not getting beat up the same as he used to either. Safe enough. He might get smacked around a little for coming home so late, but it’s nothing miss Stretch outta worry her little self about.

She sure looks like she’s worrying though, with her eyebrows all shot up high on her forehead, “Mister, you told me you were 30 something.”

“Yeh. I-I am.” Bobby tells her bluntly, even though his stutter makes him sound less sure.

“Alright then.” She relaxes quick, looking at him in this infatuated way, the kinda look nobody ever gave him before. A light laugh bounces her strong-frame shoulders, “You are a mystery, Robert Sawyer.”

It sounds nice, but he wants to be sure she isn’t trying to pull one over on him. “I-In a good way?”

“The best.” She promises.

“Cool. Gr-Groovy.” Without the whiskey and beer, he ain’t exactly some Romeo. He feels awkward and dumb, so he tries to make up for it, “Hey, c-can I kiss you?”

Stretch hums with tiniest play of a smirk on her face, “Honey, you done a lot more than that.”

Oh she knows just how to make him blush. It’s nice having someone who challenges him back.

He smiles really genuinely, even though he’s been told his overbite is gross looking, he hopes she won’t mind, “I-It’s polite to ask.”

She must like his smile.

“Then yes, baby. Anytime you like.”

Stretch even initiates the kiss, already holding him in her arms, only taking a little effort to lean in and connect their lips. Everything about her is gentle, but not her kisses. Those are hungry. Fierce.

Dominant.

Bobby makes some kind of a noise like a whimper and a mewl combined. It makes Stretch laugh softly.

Flushed as pink as a peach, he pulls away a little, for the sake of catching his breath as much as to get his bearings back, “Wh-What’s funny?”

Her soft hands never leave his face, “You just weren’t this shy last night, baby. Don’t worry though; I like my boys a little soft.”

Soft isn’t really a word he’s been called before. Or even been allowed to be. In his head, soft translates into pansy ass. To sorry excuse for a brother.

He knows his face must light up like a puppy dog when she says that. Every instinct in his body screams to kiss on her, so he does. Not that he’s usually one to deny things like that, but it seems especially right, being here with this special girl.

He lungs and kisses all over her face. Any inch of skin he can reach gets a smooch.

She’s howling with laughter by the time she gently pushes him off, “Calm down now, mister!”

But he doesn’t want to go far away from uer. The contact and the pressure and the warmth are too nice. He leans on her while his hands get tappy and a couple little noises squeak past his attempts to stop them. That happens when he gets happy. Stretch might have to get used to that.

She doesn’t seem off put at a glance. If anything, the look in her eyes is kinda fond. Loving.

Her fingers card through his long hair again, careful not to catch on any tangles, “You and me gonna party ‘gain soon, sweet thing?”

Bobby shrugs, “M-Maybe once I’m ungrounded. I-I’m gonna be in biiiiig trouble.”

“Even if I come back with ya and explain?” Stretch offers.

That makes him feel silly. People don’t really think it’s normal, him being old as he is and still being pushed around by his big brother. Living with him ‘stead of on his own.

They think that it makes him either some drooling idiot, or a spineless pushover. Like he’s just supposed to walk away from the man that raised him, and his other two brothers that need the extra help. The man feeds him for thirty years, takes care of his brothers and helps with his medicine, and that’s supposed to mean nothing?

Thankfully, Stretch ain’t most people though.

Bobby looks at her all wide eyed, “Y-You’d do that f-for me?”

She sounds real genuine as she explains her reasoning, knowing he needs to heard it to believe it, “Sure, hon. I get it, you been gone all night, but it’s better’n both of our drunk asses winding up in a ditch somewhere. They’ll understand that.”

He nods, and wraps his arms right around her, determined to look in her eyes while he declares, “I-I won’t let ‘em be mean t-to ya. Y-You’re my girl, miss Stretch.”

It was mostly a success. His eyes do that blinky twitchy thing they do, which has always annoyed him, but it doesn’t seem to bother her.

For once, she’s the one between them that blushes “Am I now?”

“Y-Yeah. My..My fave.” He promises, hoping she understands what a high compliment that truly is.

But then she says something that surprises him. “Ain’t always you get to meet the folks this early. That’s gotta be a new record.. Hope I’m not comin’ off too desperate on you.”

As if. Not when Bobby’s around, he thinks. His middle name might as well be desperate (He actually doesn’t officially have one on paper.) It’s awful weird having someone who doesn’t just automatically point out that he’s annoying or blame him for everything. Stretch really thinks she could be too much?

“N-No way. Y-You and me, we c-could be s-soulmates o-or somethin’.” To prove it to her, he belts a line from a Van Morrison song about love, “I'm run into to her like a river strong-“

Music gets to a girl like her. One who knows allll about it from her nights dj-ing at the club. She interrupts him with a kiss.

Strong as all the other ones with even more tongue. There’s intention behind it, a silent but perfectly clear question. An offer to do a repeat of last night, but sober. Bobby gives her some little sounds as confirmation. Moaning little whines.

All the confirmation she needs.

Stretch throws her leg around his waist, using the added leverage to pin Bobby to the mattress and straddle his waist.

Somehow they stayed connected through all that, but she breaks the kiss to ask him, panting, “How much longer b‘fore you hafta go?”

“A-A little while more w-wouldn’t hurt nobody…” He confirms.

It’s true enough. Might get him hurt, but he’s more’n used to that.

Something tells him he ain’t never gonna get used to the feeling of a pretty girl on top of him this way. So he’s sure as hell gonna revel in it.

[manamania]

I already talked about this but I just wanna add something to Ava and Boyd being a couple. And get ready because this is LONG!

(Spoilers)

I was on board with them as a team throughout all of Justified… until the final season. I was sad when Ava broke things off with Boyd while in prison, though I completely understood why she did it. I couldn’t help but imagine how betrayed and lonely she felt when she heard Boyd was prioritizing other things above her release. I mean, imagine finding out the man who swears to do anything to protect you is now talking about “starting over.” I would feel so abandoned, especially if I was also trying to fight for my life every single day.

And then when she’s out and a CI for the Marshals, I was on edge and worried SICK about her. Because not only is she in fear of going back to prison and getting killed, she’s afraid that the man who claims to love her is going to kill her. And it isn’t even a paranoid thought; Boyd absolutely was going to kill her.

The episode where Boyd is all but dragging her out to the cabin and intimidating her, it confirmed to me that he was more like his brother than he thought. He might not have been smacking Ava around like Bowman, but he was threatening her and forcing her to do things she didn’t want to do, reminding her that he had power over her. The man she once swore was actually different was now starting to behave like her abuser. She realized she had traded being Bowman’s property for being Boyd’s property.

That alone adds a very sad element to their relationship. Because in the beginning, when they were living together, trying to get by honestly and do good, it showed they could’ve had a nice life together. Ava wouldn’t drink, Boyd wouldn’t do crime. He even expressed hesitation for getting her involved because he didn’t want her to get hurt. And I do believe he genuinely loved her and wanted to see her happy and safe. But his own ambition took over and eventually, she was at the top of his hit list (next to Raylan of course).

While I love Boyd as a character (I mean it’s Walton Goggins, it’s hard NOT to love him) I was disgusted by how he treated Ava towards the end. She betrayed him, yes, but her reasons were out of self preservation. She couldn’t trust him, because how could she? He hadn’t lived up to his promises. He was always putting his ambitions over her. And yeah, he’s allowed to want revenge against her for shooting him and taking his money, but dammit if he didn’t deserve that bullet and more.

And this might be reaching a little, but I was also extremely frustrated by Raylan’s apathetic attitude towards Ava, like he didn’t really appreciate the dangerous position she was in. It reminded me of how women are often left to fend for themselves when it comes to the dangerous men in their lives. That the justice system can’t really protect them. She tried to get away from both Raylan and Boyd because she knew they weren’t going to help her and she was RIGHT (save for the finale when Raylan allows her to go free).

When Ava drove off and disappeared to start over without Boyd or Raylan I was almost crying! Because after all the years of abuse, empty promises from all the men in her life (save for her uncle), taking the blame for others actions, and getting caught up in the wrong mess, she finally got what she wanted. A peaceful life of her own without anyone to answer to.

Ava Crowder is a survivor and she’ll always be my favorite.

[whoblewboobear]

Making wiiimdfy!Jace aberrant mind started as a ploy to give him wizard spells as a treat but it gave him more trauma too and that’s a win for me. Suffer for those spells king ily 💖💖💖

Nah but in all seriousness I love him so much. He’s so- like he is the Jace I’ve projected the most on and stuffed the most trauma into but overall for all the hardships he still has a fairly decent support system and I like writing his dynamic with the people he cares about outside of Porter. Idk if I’ll ever get to it in the fic, but Jace had such a good relationship with his dad. He was always supportive and so protective and caring. He was the first person to tell him that if he wasn’t happy at Hudol, he didn’t need to stay. If he wanted to transfer to Aguefort or Mumple they could make the switch. If Jace wanted a tutor for wizardry or someone to pick up his sorcery training after his mom left he’d make that happen. If he liked boys he’d love him all the same. He loved Jace unconditionally until the day he died. Jace is forever grateful to have had that.

His dad was a paladin like Porter was and I think sometimes Jace wonders what it would’ve been like if he could’ve introduced Porter to him when he’s really in his feelings about things. He’d never wanna introduce Porter to his mom and stepdad, but he would introduce him to his sister (as long as she promises not to embarrass him. She does anyway tho)

His sister is like Zara in the way that she would kill Porter without hesitation- she would kill anyone without hesitation for her big brother. The big brother that didn’t owe her anything but offered her so much kindness. Jace was well into adulthood when his mom told him he had a new sibling and he wanted to be upset. He wanted to yell and scream at her for up and abandoning their family to start another. Leaving him in the middle of his training when he was so scared and confused about his magic and his curse. Leaving his dad so sad and lonely.. For as much as their mom despised his brother, his brother got the leaving trait from her.

It takes Jace stepping up to make sure their sister at least knew her eldest brother. It would be easy to leave or to ignore Tala’s questions about their brother but Jace doesn’t do the easy thing; the uncaring thing. His brother left home at 18 and never came back. Jace isn’t the worried 16 year old he was when he left, he’s a lot more tired and a lot more weary when his brother calls. He loves him but he watched his big brother grow up through a screen. Watched his grey hairs start to show and his laugh lines get deeper.

They talk but it’s so disjointed in a way that it isn’t with his sister. They live an ocean apart but she bugs and teases him as if they were right next to each other.

He hates that working for Porter occupied so much of his time that their daily phone calls turned to weekly, then monthly, until he’d maybe answer a text every couple of months. He was scared but his sister was fearless. Deadly smart too. She could’ve sniffed out what was wrong, she would’ve.

She wasn’t sure about the gradual radio silence but she worried for him. When she hears about what happened at Aguefort she’s terrified until she can confirm Jace is okay. She doesn’t care about morality or curses, she cares that her brother is alive. She almost drops everything and rushes to leave Fallinel to be by his side when she hears the flatness in his voice the first time they talk after his resurrection. He took care of her, took her in. She’d do the same for him. Always.

[sparkedblaze]

Okay! Um well elmer!! Underrated. Sweet adorable a bit sad that people always put down his selling abilities is it so bad he ain't a liar? He'd ask davey his strategy but jack might get mad at him. He envies Romeo for his closeness with racetrack and specs and the older newsies. He wishes he had an older newsie who liked him. He feels always in the background never that important to anyone. Everyone likes splasher and romeo. I have au where he wanders/runs away and ends up in brooklyn or queens

(If you wanna see some p good Elmer content check out @newsie-collective‘s post on him)

That being said

I do feel like Elmer is a newer newsies, so he isn’t really comfortable with the idea of lying just to sell papes, even if it is for him to survive. So if he doesn’t get a good headline, then he isn’t able to sell as many. That isn’t to say that he isn’t good at selling!! He’s good at playing the cute card, and kind of talking people in circles until they feel like they have to buy one from him.

I always hc him thinking of Elmer as the younger sibling of the group. Like he kind of follows the others around like a puppy and they don’t always want him around (sometimes big kids gotta big kid), but they will hang out with him if he’s lonely, and they will absolutely go batshit on someone who says anything bad about their baby brother.

And once he hits 14 or 15, they start hanging out with him more. They’ll let him try their cigar (mostly for the lols) and actually want to spend time with him now.

[lovemesomesurveys]

Is there a person you talk to everyday with?: Yeah. My mom the most, but my dad as well. I talk to my brother most days, except for the few days a week he stays over at his boyfriend’s house. 

Does one of your parents ever complain to you about the other parent?: Yes. 

If you have a webcam, do you take more pictures or make more videos with it?: I never use the webcam. I can’t even recall the last time I used a webcam. 

When was the last time you felt lonely?: I’ve been feeling that way a lot lately. 

Who was the last person you wished a “Happy Birthday” to?: My dad. 

What was the last food/drink that dyed your tongue a different color?: I don’t recall. 

Is there any upcoming festivals happening in the place you live?: Yeah, there’s a Cambodian new year’s festival this month and another annual festival we have for a certain food. 

When was the last time you threw a party?: Several years ago. 

Last person you kissed, are they into any type of sports? Which ones?: I don’t think he was a big sports person. 

Does your best friend have a job?: Yes.

Do you ever visit people at work?: I have before. 

Is there any electronic device you need to charge right now?: Nope. 

Have you ever sat in your room in the dark?: I have when we’ve had power outages. Otherwise, no I don’t just sit in my room or anywhere in the dark. 

What is one thing you want to do before the school year ends?: I’m not in school. 

When you move out your house(or if you already have moved out) do you plan on still visiting your parents house?: I have no plans for the foreseeable future to move out. My brother is moving out soon though with his boyfriend and I’m like really sad about it. It’s of course natural and normal for him to do, I mean he’s in his early 20s, has a really good job, and is in a long-term committed relationship, but still. It’s going to be weird not having him here. 

Do you usually take home leftovers if you eat out in a restaurant?: Sometimes, though I usually don’t eat it. It really depends on what it is.

Have you ever ghost ride the whip (put your car on auto and dance next to it as it’s moving)? Do you want to?: No, but that’s a thing people do here a lot and it’s incredibly stupid and dangerous. 

What is one thing you hope never changes about you?: I feel like so much has changed about me over the past several years and not in a good way. I wish a lot would change about me to be honest. But I guess I’d say my sense of humor, though even that isn’t the same anymore. 

Do most of the songs you listen to have curse words in it?: Yeah.

Is there someone you wanna date? No.

Why did you stop liking the last person you liked? I just.... did. I moved on. 

Are you usually the heart breaker or the heart broken? Oh, heart broken for sure. 

What are you listening to? An ASMR video. 

Name a quote from the thing you are listening to? Nah.

What does your last text say? I don’t feel like checking.

Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? Ummm. Kind of.

Last missed call? Some spam number. 

Last person you talked on the phone with? My mom.

What was the first thing you did when you woke up today? I took my medicine. 

Do you have a best friend? My mom is also my best friend. 

Do you like vitamin water? Yeah, but it’s been quite a long time since I’ve had one. I used to drink it all the time back in the day. There was a time when those were really popular for some reason and everyone was drinking them. 

Have you ever hated someone, but ended up being friends with them? No. I’ve never even hated anyone. Well, besides myself. 

What do you think of people who have sex before marriage? I don’t care what others decide to do regarding their sex life. 

Do you get along with your parents? Yes. 

Are you more independent or dependent? I’m very much dependent right now due to health reasons. 

Do you believe that what comes around goes around? I mean, it happens sometimes but there’s a lot of people who seem to get away with things or go unpunished. However, I believe the real judgment comes with God when we die. 

Who was the last person you were mad at? Meh. 

What are your plans for tonight? Scroll through Tumblr, maybe do another survey, watch YouTube, perhaps read a little, have dinner, go to bed. 

Does anyone love you? Yes, I know my family does.  

Do you love anybody? Yes, I love my family. 

Ever felt like you hit rock bottom? Oh, most definitely. I hit it awhile ago and have been stuck there. 

What’s the one thing that’s getting you through the week? I just keep going. 

Do you miss anyone? Yes. 

Do you give out second chances too easily? Yeah, you could say that. I feel like I’ve given too many chances in some cases. 

What did you do yesterday? What I always do, scroll through Tumblr, watch TikToks, watch YouTube, read, watched some TV, ate, rested. 

Where is one place you want to visit? There’s so many places I want to visit. 

What’s your favorite thing to have for breakfast? I have Cream of Wheat just about every morning except for the rare times I have eggs with cilantro and onions, beans, guac, and sour cream. 

Ever felt that no one relates to you? Definitely. I feel that way a lot.

Why did you break your last promise? I don’t recall what my last promise was. 

What do you think of long-term relationships? I think they’re... good? As long as that’s what you want and you’re both happy and committed. 

Do you believe God always saves you from bad situations? Bad situations will and do happen, but I believe He is always with me and will help get me through the bad times. 

What’s the worst curse word or saying that you know of? I find the C word revolting and do not say it. 

Do you wish on 11:11? Nope.

Are you pissed off about anything? Not pissed off, but upset. 

[dazzle02]

It makes me so sad when people claim they weren’t grateful for all she did for them or that they treated her badly and didn’t respect her.

There were so many complicated dynamics there. Lip and Ian were not that much younger than her. She called them her rocks at one point. They were parentified too, just to a lesser extent. And they had this struggle of Fiona being their sister and their parent. They loved her, and I absolutely adore scenes with the three of them and wish we got more. But they not that much younger than her. There was always going to be that struggle. Especially with her and Lip as the second oldest. But all their issues come from love. Never hate or carelessness. It was always love and Lip battling with feeling like a child who was let down by their parent and also being a brother who loves his big sister and understands her struggle.

Debbie is similar in that she struggled with Fiona’s role. Seeing her as a mother and a sister at the same time. And we really see that in s4 when she goes to Sammi to talk about boys. But we also see it before that with her going to Mandy for help with things like makeup and boys. Fiona is her parent, but she’s also her sister. She wants to be able to go to Fiona for these things. She wants to be able to bond over these things with her big sister. But Fiona isn’t just her big sister, she’s her parent. Her parent who doesn’t seem to understand she’s growing up. And she loves Fiona as a parent, but sometimes she just wants her big sister. I think she sometimes felt like she was the only sister in the family due to the parental role Fiona had to take on, and it got lonely. And she got to a point where she wanted to be treated more as an equal (totally valid!!) and was frustrated with the way she was treated. She said it herself that the way she was treated was really confusing. One minute she’s grown up enough to take care of multiple babies/toddlers for daycare, then the next she’s too young to be thinking about dating. And that’s a pretty big thing. And it kinda comes up when she and Lip are looking for Ian. She tells him over and over that she’s not a little kid, that she can handle it, that she wants to help, then they get to that crackhouse Ian had been staying at and she doesn’t wanna go in because she’s scared, and she’s totally freaked out when they do find Ian because he’s acting different, but they get home and she thanks Lip for letting her go. And I think that’s a big reason that in the earlier seasons (up until like the last couple) she was clearly more comfortable with Lip than Fiona. Because he was able to see that she was growing up and accept that, while Fiona really struggled to. Which makes sense. Fiona was so young when she had to be a parent to all her siblings, and while at times she did need Debbie’s help, at the end of the day she wanted her to get to stay a kid for as long as possible. But at some point kids naturally start growing up and Debbie got to that point and it was a natural thing not something that was forced on her, but Fiona couldn’t see that and it strained their relationship. But at the end of the day they loved each other so much. They just really struggled with balancing out the dynamics they had.

Carl I think had the least trouble with the dynamic. He was the second youngest and had both brothers and another sister to keep him from feeling that battle as much as the others. He was kinda able to see Fiona as both sister and mother in a way the others struggled with. They were basically the same thing to him. That’s not to say it was easy on him having to be raised by his sister. He was still an abandoned child with his own serious issues. But his issues were more in the being neglected by his parents column than the big sister also being parent column. Like I said, Debbie had to struggle with Fiona being her parent, but also needing her to be her big sister as she was the only sister she had. Lip and Ian had the struggle of not being all that much younger than Fiona and having that slightly different dynamic due to that and becoming kinda coparents/providers. Carl didn’t have any of that. He had two big brothers and a little brother, and while Lip and Ian sometimes took on an almost parental role with the younger kids, they were far more brothers than parents. He wasn’t starving for same sex sibling relationships like Debbie was. And he was a lot younger than Fiona and that would’ve made things easier too. Plus, he had the least responsibility out of them all as a kid (other than Liam) Fiona was raising everyone and working a bunch of jobs, Lip was taking SATs and writing papers for people for money and helping Fiona out, Ian was working and the only one with a consistent job (where he was getting groomed by his boss… 🤢) and also helping out where he could with other things, and Debbie was running a daycare (and scamming people with fake charities!). Carl was told in the first episode he was gonna have to start pulling his weight, but he doesn’t. He did help out with some things and in other ways, but he didn’t seem to really start helping out with money for a while. Which isn’t criticism, he was a child. So I think that played into it a little too. He also didn’t have that resentment that Debbie had of sometimes being treated like a grown up and sometimes like a child. People often say Carl was the only one who really appreciated Fiona and treated her right. But really it’s just that he had the least conflicting dynamic with her.

Liam of course was more Fiona’s kid than any of them. Everyone acknowledges that. And it’s not due to who she loves most or anything, just down to the fact that she was more or less an adult when he was born and more able to care for him right. plus the fact that shes the only mother he ever knew as he only really met Monica what three times? And didn't remember the first two times and likely still barely remembers her. But he's also the one they should have focused on more when she left due to that fact. Because to him that would've felt like parental abandonment more than it would to any of the others…

hot take, but i’m sick of y’all assuming that the rest of the gallagher kids had great childhoods because fiona stepped up. fiona wasn’t a good mom, she was a parent simply because of the circumstances and she kept them from dying and did it all, yes, but she was a kid. the other kids are so traumatized and y’all don’t get to act surprised when lip, ian, debbie, carl, and liam act a certain way because they weren’t raised any better. lip was raised by a five year old, ian was raised by a six year old, debbie was raised by a ten year old, carl was raised by a twelve year old, liam was raised by them all, but mostly a ninteen year old. i’ve talked about it before but fiona wasn’t really a good parent, and up until 3x07, that was ok! she didn’t need to be at first, she just needed to keep them all safe. and then she becomes legal guardian and she just stops. they were all traumatized and parentified and absolutely destroyed and they all symbolize roles in a dysfunctional household as well as different trauma responses. stop using fiona raising five kids as an excuse for everything because yes, sometimes it works, but sometimes it doesn’t. she traumatized them all too, and i don’t blame her for it because she was a kid too, but still. you can’t act like growing up without your mom, just your sister would be fucking fine. they’re all traumatized and fucked up.

[rainiishowers]

Hi your highness! I was wondering if I could request Headcanons of the brothers reacting to mammon bonding with his familiars and his familiars involving themselves in his day to day life? ( for example: his crows like to bring his shiny trinkets in the morning, and his ravens like to talk to him through his time outside ect.)

A/N: Accidentally made it angsty when I wanted it to be fluffy whoops Also kinda went off the rails lmao Short Story

Seeing Mammon with his crows or ravens were common, they often came to him to report on something, or they are just looking for attention. They gift the second eldest with a lot of trinkets and some days stick with him while the brothers are walking to RAD.  Soon enough, they started to involve themselves in his daily life, not that Mammon minded, his familiars made life a lot less lonely ever since MC has left to the human world.

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Lucifer

Being the every observant brother he is, noticed that Mammon often stayed behind a bit while they walked to RAD, talking with his crows or ravens

It didn’t take a genius to notice, but Lucifer also noticed he was a lot happier when with his birds.

It wasn’t just because they gave him a lot of stuff, that was certainly one factor though

Mammon talked to them about the most obscure things and he notices that when the brothers ignore him or he isn’t being listened to, he goes to talk to his crows

One day, it was after school and he hasn’t seen Mammon, and a council meeting to wrap up the day was starting soon

He goes to find him and notices Mammon was in an empty classroom, talking to one of his ravens that got in through the window.

“..I miss the old Lucifer, the one who was an actual brother, ya know? But I’m stuck with this prideful arrogant piece of shit, who punishes me for acting on my sin when he doesn’t do that to the others.”

His eyes widen and his breath hitches

The old him?

“I almost regret followin’ him in that war..”

He lets out an audible gasp but was quick to turn away to not raise any suspicion.

That certainly gave him a lot to think about.. 

Leviathan

He could understand having familiars, he had Lotan

But he noticed that he was talking to them a lot ever since MC left, and has been a lot more attached, which made him jealous

One evening, he as going Mammon’s room to call him for dinner

He heard conversation and couldn’t help but lean into hear 

“I wanna have a good relationship with Levi, ya know? But I can’t have that because we are so at odds with each other.. Heh.. Guess thousands of years of debt will do that to a relationship..”

Levi backs away with a frown

It’s true they have been at odds with each other

And it’s true that he also wants to have a better relationship then they do now

From that point on, he’s reflecting, ignoring Mammon so he doesn’t have to face the ping of guilt

All in all, he’s jealous and guilty

Satan

He’s been observing crow and ravens habits through Mammon’s familiars 

Shiny trinkets, unique dialect that Mammon seems to be able to understand, and other various things

They seem to dutifully follow Mammon, hearing his calls whenever he needs them

He found it intriguing

It was lunch time at RAD and Satan found Mammon up against a wall, having a private conversation with one of his crows

When he goes to eavesdrop further, he saw a bit of a sad expression on his face

“Wish Satan came to join me, he always use to enjoy this spot when he was younger..”

He couldn’t dispute it, the spot Mammon was in, although a bit different from before, was the spot he always chose to eat lunch and read a book

He should join him next time, right now, he needs some time to think 

Asmodeus

He had caught Mammon dressing his crows and ravens in little outfits, and yes he took photos

He found their relationship really cute

However when the crows started involving themselves in his every day life, he couldn’t help but wonder why they seem so attached

Maybe it’s because MC’s gone, maybe Mammon is lonely

Whatever the case is, he often found the second eldest talking to the crows after he teases him

He found this one day and decided to listen in

“Tch.. Does Asmo think he’s so funny? Bullyin’ me constantly.. I really wish he’d get off his high horse and actually pay attention to his words.”

That caught him off guard

Sure, his teases could get a bit extreme but bullying?

Maybe he really should pay attention to his words

Beelzebub

He was happy to see Mammon happy and have familiars to rely on

Beel couldn’t help but smile a bit when Asmo showed him the photo of Mammon putting outfits on his crows

He’d often seen him fall behind talking to his crows on days where they walk to RAD

However, he found Mammon to be skipping dinner, and he didn’t want that

So, he goes to get him from his room, but heard something inside

“I miss MC.. It was way better when they were here..”

Hearing his brothers say they miss MC is nothing new, he does too, but..

“I wish my damn brothers would stop berating me.. Guess I should be use to it by now though, huh?”

He felt his heart sink a bit, this definitely gave him a bit to think about..

From now on, he promised himself to try to be a better brother.

Belphegor

Seeing him so connected with his familiars slightly made him jealous, but he shrugs it off

..He wanted that attention.

He watched as there were many moments Mammon’s birds gave him shiny things, which was fitting for his older brother

However, Mammon started to ignore the brothers, which made him both agitated and jealous

One day, he woke up in his bed, when he remembers falling asleep on the couch

He got up and looks around, not complaining that he woke up somewhere comfortable

He assumed Beel picked him up and brought him here but he was quick to hear voices

“I’ll let Belphie sleep, I can make somethin’ up when Lucifer asks why he isn’t awake to get ready for the party.”

He heard some squawks from what he assumed was from Mammon’s crows

“Yea yea, I know it’s a risky move, but it’ll be fine.”

He may not be asleep now, but he didn’t want to go to a party 

He sinks back into the mattress with a small smile on his face

Mammon really was a good brother

[twindevilgang]

Comforting them

Pairing: Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano, Rindou haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo , Chifuyu Matsuno

Ft: Ran haitani

Warning: angsty, cursing, mentions of characters death, jealousy, fluff at the end

Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano

Mikey had lost everyone he had cared about. His older brother, his half brother, sister, best friends, everyone. He fell into a world of darkness and depression. Then you came and started to change that little by little. But the disgusting thoughts—that lingers deep inside his brain. Mikey can’t help but think that one day you’ll end up like them. So he pushes you away and you start to realize it. This isn’t the first time he’s done it. Sometimes he takes it a little too far that it leaves you stunned.

“What?”

“you heard me. Let’s break up. It’s for the better'' Mikey mumbled out as he turned his back to walk out of your shared apartment.

“No” you sighed out pushing your hair out of your face he stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at you from over his shoulder he glared at you.

“What do you mean no? I’m being serious here y/n! Pack your things and leave!” He raised his voice slightly.

“And I’m Being very serious here too, Manjiro. I’m not breaking up with you nor am I going to pack my things and leave you '' you crossed your arms to show that you were serious. “I love you too much to do so” he groaned as he pulled on his white hair harshly, You hurriedly walked up to him and gently took his hands into yours.

“That’s the thing y/n!” He yelled down at you, yanking his hands out of yours and started to pace around the room “everyone that has ever cared for me has died! Sooner or later you’ll leave me like the rest of them did!” You tilted your head giving the men in front of you a sad smile

“who said I was going to leave? I don’t have any reason to do so nor have I ever thought of leaving you manjiro” he kept quiet, his white locks falling over his face. You walked up to him, brushing his hair behind his ears as you gently placed your warm hands on his cheeks, making him look at you. You hated how these thoughts made him feel. Lonely, guilty, unloved. You gave him a soft smile rubbing his cheeks with your thumb.

“I promise you manjiro I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care if I get shot or stabbed being with you I’ll always come back to your side. I’ll be there when you wake up and I’ll be there when you come home, to me. You know that. ‘M always waiting with open arms, waiting for you. Okay? Just know that I’ll be with you until the very end of my own life. I belong with you and you belong with me” Mikey couldn’t hold it back anymore, he finally snapped. He pulled you into a tight hug, arms wrapping around your shoulder bringing you close to him as he sobbed silently against your shirt and neck. All you can do is comfortably rub his back, cooing words of safety into his ear.

“Thank you”

Rindou haitani

Rindou isn’t really a jealous type. He lets you have your freedom to talk to whoever you want to and he would have a problem with it even if you're talking to another boy. Unless it's his own brother. He’s used to being in his older brother's shadow, heck he’s leant to ignore all the girls in his grade when they talk to him because deep down he knows they’re always using him to get closer to Ran. And he hates it. That’s how the little argument between the two of you started in the first place.

“Rin what the hell is your problem?”

“My problem is you getting all touching and flirty with my brother”

“Rin….Ran only asked a simple question is all”

“yeah but I didn’t like the damn tone you used to answer y/n!” A part of you didn’t think your tone was that bad. You just answer with a normal tone. Nothing more right? Rindou would have thought otherwise

“fucking hate how you’re always laughing and flirting with him right in front of me. Fuck! you wanna be with him so bad why don’t you just go and leave!” No words came past your lips but a laugh did. Rindou glared at you

“you think this is fucking funny?” He growled out. You cross your arms over your chest.

“You’re jealous!”

“No im not!” he argued back.

“Yea the fuck you are Rin! I have talked to other boys but you don’t have a problem but when I talk to your brother all of a sudden you turn into a jealous asshole!” You laughed out he rolled his eyes.

“So what if I am fucking jealous y/n?” He asked “ what if I’m fucking jealous of my brother huh? Tell me y/n what does my asshole of a brother have that I don’t that makes you the way you are with him hm?” Rindou let out a small chuckled “why don’t you leave and go with him. You like being with him more then me, you’re own fucking boyfriend” he brushes past you, leaving you stunned but you quickly go past it as you turn around grabbing his wrist making him stop. He turns to look at you and you can see a hint of hurt linger in his eyes. You frowned.

“Rin'' you mumbled out “do you really think I’ll leave you for your brother?” He says nothing as you sigh. You felt a little hurt but you brushed the feeling away. Rindou was the only one being hurt by this more than you. You pull in closer to you, wrapping your arms around his torso. “Oh rin. I would never. Heck you’re the only real relationship that’s worked out. Why would I ruin that now?” You placed your chin on his chest looking up at with nothing but love and adoration in your eyes. Rindou Can see that, now he's started to feel guilty. He placed his hand on your cheek, fingered though stands of your hair as he rubbed your cheek softly. You smiled.

“Plus, Rans a Damn pain in the ass. I don’t know how you dealt with him your entire life” Rindou laughed, you could feel the vibrations run through his chest making you smile up at him. “I love you. I really do.”

“I know. I love you and your annoying ass too” you let out a giggle. Getting on your tippy toes you brought Rindou down to you. Placing your soft lips onto his, Rindou brought you closer to his body—rubbing his fingers though your hair as you did the same with his blond and blue locks. You can hear him sigh through the kiss making you smile. If only moments like this could last forever. The door slammed open, revealing a very smug and amused Ran.

“So you’re jealous of me Rinny~?”

“Ran get the hell out of my room before I break your arms and legs!”

[moemoemammon]

okkkkkkay so personally I’ve never picked the choices of ‘I wanna go home’ in game, so I guess I mustn’t be that curious right? lol but like I am curious to know how they react to MC being family oriented, being super close to her parents and siblings (i have two and I’m the middle one) and just constantly and out of nowhere being homesick

Homesick MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

As a family man himself, Lucifer can understand where you're coming from. After all, you were plucked out of your world without warning, and forced to stay in the Devildom for an entire year.

At first he didn't care much about your emotional struggle, so it wasn't until you two were close that he actually started paying attention. And it was pretty obvious too, with the way you always talked about your family.

He hopes now that you're closer to him and his brothers, they can make up for what you're missing out on. Still, he does his best to comfort you in that 'Lucifer' sort of way.

Did you really think he’d stand by and let you walk around looking so pitiful? There's a teeny tiny heart somewhere in cold chasm of a chest of his.

"It must be difficult for you to be away from your family. But I hope you can rest easy knowing that we all see you as a part of our family, MC. It may not be the same as being with your real family, but we care about you all the same."

Mammon

Yeah... Mammon gets it. Even though his brothers get on his damned nerves, he loves them to pieces! He needs his space, but he wouldn't wanna be away from home for an entire year.

Especially not if he had to live in a house full of people he didn't know. He can seriously sympathize!

He might not be a master when it comes to comforting you, but you know you can count on him, right? He'll drown you in so much attention, you won't even have time to think about your family back home!

But still... he's got a looming sense of dread. If you're that homesick, you'll surely want to stay home after this, right? Who's to say you'll ever come back to visit him..? Maybe he outta find a way to go with you or something...

"I know you wanna see your family n' all, but don't you go forgettin' about me! And make sure ya come to visit, or I'll go up to get ya myself! I'll miss ya, so...ya know.."

Levi

Sorry. Can't relate.

Just kidding. Levi might be a shut in that prefers his personal space, but it's not like he hates his family or anything! He likes their company in small doses.

But it doesn't look like you have that luxury, since you can't even get a crumb of family time. Would a video chat even work from the Devildom??

Well.... for what it's worth, you can always just come to his room whenever you're feeling lonely. You can't really go anywhere right now, but it should be easier if you just stick with him, right?

"Do you wanna play Sims? ...I-I'm not trying to replace your family or anything! I mean, we could make them if you want, or-... I just want to help take your mind off of things. A year should be a breeze if you don't think about it, right?"

Satan

He's been surrounded by family since the day he was born, so being away from them for an entire year would be... interesting.

Satan considers himself widely independent so he doesn't think he NEEDS his brothers, and there are days when he wishes they'd all just vanish, and sometimes he comes incredibly close to making that a reality-

But for a human like you, who thrives on social interaction (according to his nerd research) you probably don't feel the same way.

Especially with the way you've been sulking around, longingly talking about your family like it'd magically poof them into the Devildom. He might not be able to relate, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel bad for you.

"I've heard that retelling stories of your loved ones can help you cope with them not being around. I'd love to hear about them, if you don't mind telling me? Maybe I could write it all down for you to keep as well. Consider it a 'thank you' for putting up with all of us for a year."

Asmo

Aren't you happy that you have time alone? Asmo couldn't imagine ALWAYS being around his brothers. Maybe Satan and sometimes Beel? But he's fine in solitude!

He prefers the company of strangers roe often than not, but that doesn't mean he hates family or anything. Still, a year away isn't THAT long, is it? Maybe for a human??

But if you're really so torn up about it, you can always come to him for some TLC! Asmo's arms are open wide for you any time of the day. And if that won't do it, he'll gladly hear you out.

If there's anyone who'll listen to your woes, it's the Avatar of Lust. He's good for gossip, and the king of self care. Your mental health is just as important to him as anything else!

"I'm more than happy to give you all the love you need! How about this, I'll spoil you until you aren't lonely anymore, okay? Why don't we have a movie night, just the two of us?"

Beel

Beel understands how you can be lonely. It must've been pretty scary, suddenly showing up in the Devildom like that. At first he didn't care about your struggle, but now...

And he remembers how he felt when Belphie was gone. It's sort of the other way around for you, but he can still relate to your sadness.

He hopes you don't mind food therapy, because Beel's compiled a list of your favorite foods, and he's determined to cheer you up by making your favorite meals everyday.

And then he asks you for your favorite meals from home, and enlists the help of his brothers to bring that taste of home to your dinner plate.

"You can always stay with me and Belphie when you get lonely. I don't know if we'll be anything like your family back at home, but... We can still keep you company, too."

Belphie

Belphie may act like a brat that doesn't like to be bothered by his brothers, but if there's anyone that needs to spend time with them, it's him.

Yeah, after the whole attic thing, he's been especially close to his family. And we all know how he gets with Beel, so being completely isolated in a strange place for an entire year wouldn't do him any good.

And he might be a bastard toward you, but he's not heartless. He doesn't like seeing you mope around all the time. Nosy MC that sticks their nose into everything is his favorite, so cheer up already.

Nap therapy doesn't seem that effective since you tend to dream about your family too, so he's gotta try a different approach. He has to use his... *gag* his heart... 🤢

"What would your family think if they saw that face you were making? When you really miss them, you know you can come to me, right? Why don't you tell me about them? I'll try not to fall asleep."

[aratinatophat]

Heyyyy anyone planning on listening to the magnus archives spoilerless and is following me SCROLL PAST NOW!!!!!!

Ok so where to START on Jon omfg. Ok so this man gets buried alive, yeah I know insane. But that isn’t even the start. Ok let’s start from the beginning:

Jon sees his childhood bully get taken into a house (and is presumably also eaten) by a creepy ass spider book. It was called mr spider if you wanna look on the wiki probably to read it.

He is autism coded imo and though that isn’t specifically a poor little meow meow trait it makes him more relatable which is a poor little meow meow trait

His entire arc in the series is he gets fucked up by all these FOURTEEN (debatably 15 if you count Peter Lucas’ fake one) different otherworldly entities and throughout the way becomes severely traumatised and has all his friends/assistants at the start taken away from him.

He’s the unwilling avatar (someone who basically becomes apart of the entities) of the DUMBEST one of those entities, the eye, and is actively manipulated throughout the entire series by 1. His boss, 2. This insanely (and goddamn so very pretty) cool and calculated spider woman, 3. An embodiment of literally going insane 4. At times his future boyfriend (but not in a bad way it’s just so everyone thinks he’s like just a silly little guy) 5. His bosses’ probably sometimes ex husband (thrice divorced) because his entity is so dumb. (It’s because his entity is the most curious one so just blindly takes him into the worst situations possible for the sake of knowing)

He gets his hand almost burnt off

The 1st assistant he loses is because she got killed by this monster that replaces all your memories of the person it’s impersonating with the monster’s (seemingly normal) image.

The 2nd assistant he loses is because he (the assistant) blows up this fucked up skin-circus to stop this asshole entity (the same one that took the previous assistant and the 2’s brother) and gets caught in the wreckage. Jon survives the wreckage so yayyyy survivor’s guilt!

The 3rd assistant (the one that later he gets with and the same one who kills him because Jon’s too powerful, his name is Martin and he’s the bitch ever) gets manipulated by the entity called the lonely and it basically makes him distance himself from everyone and it makes Jon so so sad like my fucking god.

He has to die for the sake of the world

There is a furry feline friend that accompanies him in a lot of one season

He stays at his ex’s house for a whole season because he’s in hiding from the police

He gets a load of worms in him at one point and has to get it out with a corkscrew of all things. Makes me itch just thinking about it

Has been kidnapped multiple times

Has to have a guy pull one of his ribs out

He starts out a skeptic because he’s scared and a little derealisation never hurt anyone, right? Oh nvm it did because the old badass lady before you did all that she did to stop the apocalypse oh whoops look at you you brought about the apocalypse oh whoops!!

That’s all I can think of, I know there’s more, Charlie (my friend who lives for the magnus archives @transs3xualmagg0t ) if you wanna add anything to this be my guest (that’s if you see this that is)!!!

Also he’s terrified the entire time lmao

Rat.

you want me to chose a mystery man from something Ive barely heard of OVER CATRA!!!!

sorry but no

catra wins ove r mosr

-petty person (zhep)

[who cant fricking spell]

also is it a book? if so I shall read

maybe...

if you want to try and convince me against catra I shall wait like 2 hour cuz I is nice

Jon is so much more a poor little meow meow than Catra thoughhhh

Also it’s a podcast called The Magnus Archives, permission to spoil it for you to prove that Jon is the most pathetic little wet cat lookin ass man of ever?