#but the last thing he wants is to make mc cry as a result of pain

[sluttycelestialgoddess]

If you give Sylus a Hunter...

Synopsis. Sylus has a lot of fun making you beg.

Pairings. Sylus x reader(MC)

Content. MDNI. edging, fem reader, praise, crying, mentions use of evol, pet names (kitten, sweetie, good girl, etc), AFTERCARE.

Word Count. 2.2k (damn... pretty good for my first story)

Author's Note. Thanks for reading my first story! Let me know what you think, and feel free to leave me requests! I wrote this while listening to 'Be Quiet and Drive' by Deftones. (also, did you like the title... I thought of 'when you give a mouse a cookie' and giggled to myself) xo, Z/Chaos

MDNI BEYOND THIS POINT.

Sylus had you right where he wanted you. His bed. Again. He looked down at you with his usual arrogant smirk as you whimpered and squirmed. His crimson eyes seemed to be lit with that internal glow they had sometimes when he was excited or wanted something. “Now, now, kitten. Spread those pretty thighs for me. You don’t want me to use my evol again, do you?” he purred sardonically, his left eye beginning to actually glow.

You were almost at your wits end. It had been an hour since he grabbed you out of the hallway of his hilariously (or should you say outrageously?) huge home you were attempting to get to know your way around and all but threw you onto his bed, using his evol to hold your hands above your head as he stripped you bare. He was insatiable. You’d been staying with him for four days at this point and already you’ve had more sex than you had in the last 2 years combined. Which, in the grand scheme of things, you guessed wasn’t much considering you dedicated all your time to becoming a Hunter for Linkon City after the rise of wanderer attacks, resulting in a gnarly dry spell… but his hunger for you was bordering on absurd. Even so, you had to ask yourself… Does he ever get tired?

In this hour that he’d had you at his mercy, he’d managed to edge you to the pinnacle of ecstasy no less than five times, never letting you reach that sweet release. You were a shaking, sobbing, whimpering mess, and he loved it. You were half in the mind to use one of the safe words he declared you use on the first night if you ever found yourself not being able to handle something. But your pride was like a gag, not letting your tongue form the word. “Feather”. How fitting, the smug bastard. 

“‘Feather’ will be to stop. You say that and everything stops. We do not continue. There will be no “break and then get back to it”. Saying that means you’re done for the night. So just be sure that’s the one you want to use,” he had told you. At the time you had giggled, thinking it was endearing, thinking back on it now, you wanted to kick him in the face. No way in hell were you uttering the word “feather” while a trembling, whimpering mess. If only you could actually move your legs to kick him, but nope. Useless appendages. 

You realized Sylus was still waiting for you to comply with his request. Finally having an ounce of control over your legs after they had become jelly sometime in the last 20 minutes, you shakily opened your legs to him, a whimper leaving your lips as the cool air in the room met your soaked lips. I could kick him now… but then he’d keep me like this all night. Fucker.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well,” he praised, not seeing your thoughts, steadily growing fond of the idea of smashing your foot to his face. You internally smiled at your mental picture, but really you were enjoying yourself all things considered. He leaned over to rub soothing circles over your thigh before running a long finger through your sensitive folds. “You remember your safe words, correct?” he asked with a grin and you nodded, glaring daggers. He chuckled and hummed at how wet you’d gotten, and he hadn’t even put his mouth on you. Looking up to watch your reaction, he slipped his finger in, curling slightly to caress over the spot that always made you gasp. You did, and he smiled at the pretty sound, feeling pride at how well he knew your body. However, he was beginning to think he was being just a tad cruel as he watched your eyebrows knit together and the pitiful whimpers run into each other as they exited your lush lips. 

“Oh baby, I know, I know… I’ll let you come soon. Such a good girl… you look fucking delicious right now,” he cooed as he eased a second finger inside you and coated his thumb in your wetness before rubbing circles over your throbbing clit. Goosebumps covered your skin and you whined, your hips bucking up of their own accord. “Mmm, such a needy kitten. Sweetie, I think you could take a couple more, hm?”

You whimpered out unintelligible curses at the remark and he chuckled. “Sylus… I really don’t know if I can,” you say, finally having found your voice in the string of muttered curses and whines. You clenched your eyes closed as he pressed harder on your clit and curled his fingers deeper. That blossoming warmth entered your tummy again. You fluttered around him and he groaned, wanting so badly to see you come apart, but needing it to be while he was inside you so you could milk him for everything he had. 

“Relax, you can handle it,” he chided with a tsk. “I’ve seen you take more than this, sweet girl. You’re stronger than you think. Tell me how badly you want to cum,” he groaned as you clenched harder around him. You were half scared he would pull back and deny you once again, but also half scared he wouldn’t and it would be over. He rubbed at your thighs, admiring how mouthwatering they were coated in your arousal. “Beg for it. Beg for me to let you cum.”

You felt the tears begin to sting the back of your eyes and you steeled yourself long enough to whisper through your moans, “Please, Sylus. Please let me cum, baby. I’ll do anything, just please…”

“Anything, hm?” he questioned, obvious interest in his tone as he leaned down and sucked lightly on your clit, replacing his thumb. You gasped as he rolled his tongue over the sensitive nub. Your legs shook fiercely and you cried out. Pulling back, fingers and all, he stood over you. The damn tease… His eyes never left yours as he deftly undid the buttons on his shirt, then his pants, rolling them both off and letting them pile on the floor. He leaned down and extended himself over you until your lips met in a passionate kiss. “If you’ll do anything, how about you stay true to your word by cumming around my cock?” he teased as he grabbed it and rubbed it through your slickness. 

“Yes, please,” you sighed against his lips, seeing this as him conceding as long as you came wrapped around him. His lips curved into a dangerous grin at your response, pushing inside with agonizing slowness. He groaned.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet, I don’t even need to work it in,” he moaned appreciatively as he drove into you with one powerful thrust, no longer able to torture you with slow pumps. Once he was fully seated, he kissed you tenderly as began to move, rubbing his pelvic bone over your clit with every thrust. You whimpered, feeling the tears fall from your clenched eyes as the warmth began to spread again.

Sylus smiled down at your beautiful face, eyes clenched tight with tears trailing down your cheeks. Perfect… She is so perfect. “So beautiful, baby. You’re trembling. You’re so close, aren’t you, pretty girl?” he rubbed your hair with one hand to soothe you and wiped at your tears with the other. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence, so you only answered him through an eager nod and whimpers. “Hm, I know, baby. Cum for me. Cum on my cock.” Sylus sped up, needing to see you lose yourself in pleasure. Lose yourself while clenched so tightly around him.

This was his favorite part, of course. After repeatedly bringing you to that edge, but pulling back before you could fall, you would always be so wound up that when the orgasm finally came, it would make you delirious with pleasure. He loved watching you as you finally crashed over the edge he kept you from and your face would contort in utter rapture, crying out his name and clenching so tight around him he’d have no choice but to follow you. He shook his head to focus on the present and ground against you to help you to reach what you’ve been begging him for. 

You whimpered as he gave his permission. You let go, no longer holding yourself back. The warmth in your tummy became an inferno as his thrusts became harder, rubbing your clit with his pelvis and the head of his cock jutting against that sweet spot inside you. You were so close. Just a little more pressure… “Please…” you begged on a needy sob. Sylus kissed you harder as he felt his own release building. He wrapped his arms around you to pull you up slightly in his arms, holding you so that you hovered over the bed as he pounded into you, holding you both up with his free hand on the mattress. The new angle had him going impossibly deeper, rubbing your clit against him with an intensity that finally pushed you over the boundary he had carefully pulled you from so many times. Your nails raked over his shoulders as you cried out. “Sylus! Yes!”

“That’s my good girl. Cum all over my cock. Fuck, you feel so good, baby… so tight,” he praised with a loud groan, rutting up into you as his own orgasm crashed over him. His grunts filled your ears, and it was his previous words coupled with them and his unrelenting ministrations that made your toes curl. Your body convulsed as wave after wave of pure bliss spiraled over your entire body. Your back arched into Sylus as his cum filled you, his thrusts not wavering as his body shook, ensuring he extended your pleasure as long as possible. 

Eventually, your cries subsided into soft, shuddering breaths as the tremors in your body slowly dissipated. Sylus sat back on his heels, holding you tightly the entire time you came down from your high, rubbing his hands down your back as you stayed wrapped around him. When your shaking stopped, he stood up from the bed. You stayed clutched to him as he walked to the washroom and started a bath. Sylus being Sylus, he added in his favorite epsom salts and relaxing bubble bath as the water filled up steadily. 

“My love, are you okay? I’ll hold you all night if you need, but I want to clean you up and take care of you. You did so well, but I know that had to be draining. Let me wash you then I’ll hold you so you can rest,” he whispered, rubbing his hands down your exposed ribs from where your arms were clasped like a restraint around his neck. He could feel your grip wavering and knew you were going to be out like a light as soon as your head laid down on his chest. You relented, loosening your grip in your legs around his waist as he wrapped his arm around your back and the other under your knees to lower you into the water. You sighed as you relaxed into it. 

“Just relax, I’ll take care of everything,” he said and kissed the top of your head. Methodically, he washed your body, almost like he was worshiping. He took care to be gentle around the sensitive junction of your thighs, kissing your shoulder when he lightly passed over it. He took a cup and filled it with water to run over your hair and began to wash it with his shampoo. She’s going to smell like me… he smiled to himself as he massaged your scalp. After washing it out, he combed through your hair with his fingers coated in conditioner. 

Sylus made sure to take extra good care of you after long sessions like the one today, diligently washing you, feeding you, massaging sore areas, or simply holding you so you know how much he loves you. After fully washing you and drying you off, he carried you back to the bed and laid you down among the mass of pillows and plushies you had “adopted” (as you put it). So beautiful... He smiled down at you, showing you all the love and tenderness he held in his heart for you. You smiled back sleepily and reached out for him to join you. He climbed in and gently pulled your head to his chest, rubbing his hand over your thigh in invitation for you to put it over his to rest. 

You snuggled into him as he kissed your head. “Thank you for taking care of me,” you whispered as you felt yourself beginning to drift off. Your speech slurred as sleep dragged you under. Sylus tightened his arms around you, his muscled chest hugging your cheek. 

“I will always take care of you, my love. You should know very well that I adore you. There is no love purer than mine. I love you, sweetie. Rest.”

[omnisentient]

✦¸.•°”˜✦ 𝔖𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯 𝔈𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢 ✦˜”°•.¸✦

Healing your weary soul ✦

Pairings: Xavier x mc.

Tags: fluff, slow evenings, comfort

Warnings: None. Enjoy ♡☆

"Hello honey."

"Hello, my love."

Xavier responds cheerfully, seated on the sofa with a book in hand. You kick off your shoes, flopping down next to him, completely worn out.

"Tired?"

"Yeah.." you sigh.

"Come here." He beckons you closer, setting his book down on the table.

You whine as you scoot towards him, letting him pull you onto his lap.

This is nice, you think, sighing softly as you sink into his arms. He caresses your hair softly, his other arm rubbing your back slowly to soothe you. You sink further into his embrace, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

"Bad day?" He asks. You mutter something unintelligible into his neck, and he surmises that you'd rather not talk about it. That's fine.

You feel his lips press against your temple, and your heart swells, gripping onto the front of his shirt, clinging to him. You stay like that for what feels like ages, the gentle sunset breeze fluttering in from the balcony, and you think, the bad days might just be worth it.

If it means coming home to his warm embrace.

To be comforted by him.

"Is there anything you want, my love?" He asks, his voice so soft, you think you might cry.

What more could you possibly want, with the world at your fingertips.

"Radio.." you mutter.

"A radio..?"

You can feel him look down at you in his arms, his puzzled face clear as day even with your eyes closed.

"You want.. a radio..?" He echoes, lost.

"Do we have, a radio?"

You chuckle, practically seeing his mind spinning in real time.

"When was the last time i even saw a physical radio.." He ponders out loud.

You chuckle again, enjoying his confusion.

"No honey. I want Xavier fm.."

He looks down at you again, absorbing your words.

"Any particular station?" He asks when he finally gets it, a smile on his face.

"No, I just wanna hear you talk."

He laughs, and you can feel the vibration through his chest, making you smile too.

"Well, fatso visited me again today. He had a little friend with him this time."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. They were on a lunch date. He showed her how to use the bird feeder and everything."

You smile, imagining the scene in your head.

"A new barbecue restaurant opened up nearby. We should check it out when you're not busy."

"Mmhm." You nod, already looking forward to it.

"The Egyptians believed the most significant thing you could do in your life was die." You laugh, not even trying for a response.

"Pigs naturally can't see the sky. How sad. They've never seen stars before."

"I'd kill anyone that hurts you." Your breath hitches, your heart squeezing in your chest.

"It's been scientifically proven that observing things changes their behaviour."

"In the the double slit experiment, when photons pass through a slit, they behave like a wave, spreading out instead of beaming straight ahead. But when scientists try to confirm this phenomenon with equipment and measurements, they behave like particles again, beaming straight ahead."

"So observation acts as interference. Which has interesting implications on all experiments held across time."

"Would scientists in future consider performing tests where one subject is observed from time to time, while the other is isolated? And how far would they go? Would it become a spectrum, based on the number of times observed? And would results differ based on the person observing.. That would... "

...

You don't know when exactly you fell asleep, but the echo of his voice against your ear and the comfortable rambling gently soothe your wearing soul, sweeping you away to dreamland.

...

Xavier may or may not have carried you in his arms to grab water, snacks and his controller as you slept, refusing to put you down. You woke up many hours later, the sun having since departed, to him playing video games with you still laying in his arms.

He smiled down warmly at you, once you began to stir, making no move to let you go.

"Hungry?"

"I ordered hot oil noodles and orange chicken while you were asleep. Let's eat, love."

And as you fully came to, warm, stomach rumbling and eyes crusty from sleep, you thought, this just might be, your very own slice of heaven.

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[rashomonss]

The Archives

a/n: so the results from my last post came in and since y’all are interested in my scrapped drabbles and headcanons I present to you all of them, hope you enjoy! all of this contains angst so be warned

the lost unfinished pieces

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original concept/ idea: I got barbatos’ RAD uniform in nightbringer and it suddenly made me think of this. This is with the bros and MC who just woke up from their coma thing that happened to them while in thirteens cave. This was supposed to feature more characters and be a bit longer but I never got around to it

You woke up to a familiar feeling plush bed and room, and upon closer inspection you found then realized it was yours.

You hadn’t been in your room much since going back to the past, but to be laying in your bed and in your pajamas nonetheless was enough to make you feel as if everything you’ve experienced for the last few grueling weeks was something striaght out of a bad dream.

You didn’t bother to check your surroundings, instead you fell out of bed and rushed out the door.

You had to see them. You had to make sure they still remembered you.

You had to hear them say “I love you” again.

That’s the only thing that was pushing your tired body down the hall. It didn’t matter if you were too dizzy to walk, you had to hear them say they loved you.

You searched and searched but couldn’t find a single demon, that was until you heard noise coming from the living room.

So you rushed into the room eagerly waiting to see your beloved demons, and there they were, laughing, talking, reading, sleeping, and all.

You knew it was them, you were certain, after all no one else wears their RAD uniforms in such a manner.

You ran over to Lucifer and threw most of your weight on the poor demon, if he hadn’t sensed you, you might’ve actually startled him.

You clung onto the back of his uniform and fell to the floor crying. The first born along with all the others turned around worried as to why you suddenly broke down crying, much less after clinging onto Lucifer.

Lucifer grabbed your face and made you look up at him. He wore a worried expression and looked over your face puzzled. “MC what’s-“

You cut him off and enveloped him in a hug continuing to sob even more. After a few moments you then let go and broke down in front of him.

“I’ve missed you all so much, you won’t believe the torture I had to go through it was horrible, all of you didn’t remember me, as a matter of fact we hadn’t even met yet.”

“I had to listen to all of you call me an attendant and boss me around, and you were even rude to me again and said I wasn’t part of the family. I know you were just trying to protect your brothers, but it still hurt. Plus I had to go through each day without being able to tell any of you I loved you and that I was there for you.

Because if I did you all would then look at me as if I was crazy.

Instead you all acted like you didn’t like me and complained when I didn’t fix a problem. And Diavolo threatened to send me back to the human world, even Luke was rude to me at the beginning”

“I couldn’t hold you all or kiss you all or even recall memories of us together. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to say I love you, to each of you again” you cried out.

Each brother looked at the other surprised as you continued to babble to Lucifer about things they didn’t understand, the oldest even looked shocked and didn’t know what to do with you.

“MC!” a voice then shouted from behind you.

As you turned to hear who the voice belonged to, you found yourself being pulled away from Lucifer and into Solomon's arms harshly. The Avatar of Pride then glared at the sorcerer who returned his look with a menacing smile.

“Why didn’t you say anything about MC being awake? How long have they been awake?” Solomon said inspecting your body.

“Solomon let me go, I wasn’t finished talking” you yelled struggling in his grasp. “And why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” He asked, puzzled.

“That we’re back home” you replied trying to free yourself to reach your demons.

Solomon’s face dropped and he looked down at you then to the brothers who were also equally confused.

“MC I would refrain from saying anything else…” he then said quietly in your ear.

“Why’s that”

“Because this is still the past.”

Your heart dropped and your eyes widened in shock as you slowly began to face the sorcerer with a look of despair.

“But their RAD uniforms…” you said, gesturing to the seven demons in front of you.

“These are the final designs for the uniform and Diavolo asked if we could try them on today since they just got delivered,” Lucifer replied.

“Is everything alright MC?” Mammon questioned.

All you could do was stare at them with an unreadable expression and then walk away with Solomon without another word.

Your Cherished Mark

original idea: this was supposed to feature all the brothers, but Mammon is the only one I was able to think of, then I just gave up lol

You were busy trying to stop Mammon and Levi from fighting about something to do with respect again. Honestly that's all they ever fought about, and each time their words stung deeper than the last. It hurt to hear so you would ignore it, that was until the fights became physical. Then and only then would you have to break it up.

The yelling became more tense between the two as they got in each others faces. So yelling a simple "stay" was directed towards the two demons. However after a second or two of struggling Mammon was able to move and began to yell at Levi again.

Sighing you pushed him out into the hall hoping to calm him down with a few words.

"Mammon enough with the fighting. You're being loud and disturbing everyone inside." You pressed.

Mammon rolled his eyes and looked at you. "He started it! Why am I the one getting punished huh?"

"I'm not punishing you, l'm just trying to talk to you.”

"Listen MC. It's nice you're tryna help and all but this is between Levi and I. You wouldn't understand.” Mammon said, before walking off.

"Mammon" you said softly as he left down the hallway, quite grumpy.

An ache in your chest made you clench it through your shirt. Then something caught your attention, Mammon was able to break free when you used a command.

It couldn't be...not now…

Not this soon.

Running to the nearest bathroom you ignored Asmo and Beel as they said hello and threw open the door, then locked it.

Throwing off your shirt you looked to the area right above your heart and stared at the bare skin.

There was no emblem, no small mark, no slightly darker symbol. There was nothing, nothing at all.

It was gone.

Mammon's pact mark was gone.

“There's no way," you said, disbelief filling your voice.

You felt the skin for something, anything, hoping this was just some sick dream. You even tried activating the mark by trying to summon him, but nothing worked.

Because nothing was there.

The pact you had with Mammon was gone. The very first pact you made coming to the Devildom was now gone.

The only source of connection you had to your first man was now severed.

And no amount of clawing or scratching or even bleeding would bring that mark back.

However you tried. You cried and sobbed as you tried to feel for the missing mark. Soon after failed attempts to find it you fell to your knees and held that area, praying that this wasn't true.

Outside the bathroom Asmo and Beel stood looking at each other with a worried expression.

What could have possibly made you so upset?

Somewhere at a much different time a blood curdling wail rang out in the House of Lamentation.

Six demons rushed to the room of the demon in question only to find a trashed room, a broken mirror and the second born livid beyond belief as he clutched his chest.

The six demons unconsciously placed a hand over their beloved mark wondering if they’d be next.

A Family Without You

original concept/ idea: supposed to be much longer with comfort provided at the end but I was too upset at him to finish it lmao

“That’s between my brothers and I. Don’t stick your nose into our business just because you happen to be curious.”

Your face froze and you felt your heart drop. He didn’t mention you?

Of course why would he? Lucifer didn’t consider you family, you were just a demon attendant that was there to help them, and most of the time he thought you to be a bother. So for a demon such as you to stick their nose into his brother's business when you’ve barely even known them would set off a red flag in Lucifer’s head.

“We’ve only just met, why are you so insistent on involving yourself in our lives? Don’t tell me it’s because you find us intriguing since we used to be angles” He stated.

“No, I’ve told you already I just want to help you all, you’re important to me, I really don’t have any ulterior motives”

“Enough, I don’t want to hear it. Just head back to Cocytus Hall.

“You know what fine I will, but don’t bother coming to me for assistance when one of your brothers gets hurt down here.” You said slamming the door.

Readjusting Continued

original concept/ idea: this was supposed to be a continuation of it in a long format but I scrapped it after I got an ask with my exact thoughts

Readjusting to life with the brothers was easier said than done.

You tried your hardest to open up your heart as well as your mind to them after coming back to the present. And of course you loved them just like you used to, however something was different now.

There was this wall between you and them that they couldn’t seem to break no matter how hard each of them tried. Sure you were happy and sure you claimed to love them, but it wasn’t the same, you weren’t the same.

“The past changes everyone” is what Solomon had told them.

“Just give them time, I’m sure they’ll come around”

Easy enough for him to say, each brother thought. Solomon was the only one MC would act at ease with. They even went so far as requesting to move in with him and the angles at Purgatory Hall.

Diavolo was still considering your request of moving much to the brothers dismay, but they chose to go with whatever decision you felt most comfortable with, even if they didn’t agree with it. They found themselves not agreeing with many things you did nowadays. For example the fact that you micromanaged most of their activities and tasks throughout the day freaked them out.

You had kept a schedule of what they were supposed to complete along with completing your own work per usual. Oftentimes you offered to even do, or help Lucifer with work you knew he couldn’t finish on his own. It was nice to have a helping hand at first he thought, however after the third or fourth stack of documents he found it worrisome that you were able to complete that many in a short amount of time. Something he even found tiring to do alone.

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original concept/ idea: I’m a sucker for MC being distant when they return from the past and the bros being so pissed off about it, I never finished this because I was waisted when i wrote it

It hurt.

It hurt his pride, when Lucifer didn't receive the same amount of pampering and attention he had been used to.

It also hurt when you didn't offer to spend every late night moment you could with him. He wished to go back to your nightly talks in his office while you supported him through piles and piles of paperwork.

He wished to be the center of your attention at large galas and balls again; since he had always been the first one you talked to or danced with.

After not seeing you for such a long time he longed for the same version of you that left that day. Yet that version was nowhere to be found.

The human that had disappeared that dreadful day had come back entirely different.

Not once did he ever blame you for that though.

Instead it was all Solomon's fault.

That sorcerer captured your attention the way he used to, the loving words of encouragement that always were meant for him changed directions and were meant for another. Hearing you speak so boldly of him damaged his pride greatly.

It also hurt like hell when Mammon couldn't pull you away from a conversation with someone like he used to.

In the past you'd follow him without question because the two of you had always been inseparable. Well that was part of it, you always had a bit of a soft side for your first man.

Sometimes it was hard denying him.

But this time was different. He didn't know how to process that slightly annoyed glare you shot him when he tried pulling you away from the witty sorcerer.

Of course he was used to your looks from time to time but this was completely different. You genuinely didn't want to talk to him at the moment.

He had become second to someone for the first time.

Which greatly pissed him off. He was your first, but you weren't acting like it.

However what had really broken him and his ego was when you claimed that him being your first man was just a little joke. After hearing that come out of your mouth he couldn't help but quietly wait to the side until you finished talking to Solomon.

Levi couldn't stand the thought or even the sight of the way you laughed with Solomon.

You had laughed with him like that sure, but your laugh just wasn't the same. Your laugh brought butterflies to his stomach like usual, but did his do the same for yours?

Levi watched the way you gazed as Solomon would go on rants about new spells or potential potions he wanted to try, and admits that he couldn't help but wonder. Did you gaze at him like that when he talked about a new anime or a new game that had just come out?

Then it dawned on him, you did. That look had been reserved for him, and only him. Your wonderful gaze that always watched closely and listened to what he said even when no one else would. That look he loved seeing on your face so much was now reserved for someone else.

His jealousy ran to his core. He couldn't stand sight of the two of you, so much so he decided to avoid you for a while.

But what really pushed him over the edge was the fact that you didn't even notice him distancing himself.

It really pissed off Satan when you didn't go to him for any sort of help.

You needed help reviewing something for a class?

He would offer, but you'd politely decline, then follow up by explaining how Solomon already offered to help you.

He was your study buddy. This was established, it was just the way things were done with you.

But apparently that's not the case anymore.

After coming back you claimed to not need his help mainly because you didn't want to bother him.

But was that really the case?

You were never a bother to him.

He enjoyed those moments with you while you seemed to now enjoy them with Solomon in the exact same spot Satan would tutor you in the library.

When he walked in the library the sight of you two talking and laughing had caught his attention. In a fit of rage and hated he destroyed a wall.

It wasn't fair.

It just wasn't fair at all.

Asmo was much better looking. His sense of style was always something everyone wanted to obtain but couldn't. His hair, face, and accessories always made him stand out above others. Mainly because he was just simply better. He was constantly sought after daily.

But even with all the love he had received there was only one type of love that had mattered to him. And it was the actual true love you showed him when you first arrived.

So why was he having such a hard time trying to get that same love now?

There he was absolutely dazzling yet your gaze was fixed on the sorcerers messy bed hair he got from passing out on his desk for the third time in a row.

You smiled and fixed Solomon's hair as he thanked you, all while Asmo had been trying to get your attention for the past two minutes.

Solomon knew what he was doing.

Asmo knew that's much. After all he knows him better than anyone.

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original concept/ idea: so I know so many people write about how the brothers would love MC’s “demon form” in Nightbringer. However what would happen if when you return from the past in that same form instead of loving it they actually hate it, mainly because they knew personally how hard it was to adjust to that form. So to see you in it brings back unsettling memories.

You had never thought much about the horns (that were almost identical to that of a ram), that rested on your head, or the wings or tail that decorated your back.

It was all just for show after all.

You conjured them with magic for your survival in the past. Besides, you needed others to believe you were a demon one way of another, so as they say 'when in Rome do as the Romans do.

Even if the brothers and the others knew you were human Diavolo still suggested you stay disguised due to many demons not knowing, and for your own safety, which of course you agreed.

So in return you became used to looking at this demon version of yourself in the mirror everyday.

It didn't take much magic to change your appearance so you would unconsciously have your horns and other accessories on at all times.

This was the norm.

They were used to seeing you in this attire everyday, so why are they freaking out now..?

Why are they giving you shocked expressions and whispering to themselves?

You hated it.

They did too.

All of them couldn't contain their excitement when Solomon informed them that you were ready to return to the present again. You were finally ready to return to where you belong.

Each of them waited as Solomon appeared after a second, and then finally you appeared as well.

As your figure glowed they made out your human silhouette and sighed with relief, but as the rest of you began to form they soon saw horns and other things adorn your back.

When you finally appeared in front of them they were at a loss for words.

Your hair was worn in a different fashion than they were used to seeing, it looked more formal. Your attire was also different, much different.

You fit right in at the Devildom with your outfit.

Next was your horns.

When did you get horns..? They each questioned

And lastly were the things that adorned your back.

If they had to assume, this was your demon form?

But why would human such as yourself need to take a form like this?

The Curse Of Living With The Sins

original concept/ idea: living with demons you love is something most would dream of. However one thing that is never shown is the side of them that truly embodies their sin. Like the title suggests it was supposed to feature all the brothers but I could only think of Lucifer and Beel

It's hard to reason with the Avatar of Pride at times because of course, his pride gets in the way of things.

Arguments between him and his siblings aren't usually serious, however if Lucifer has had a particularly bad day then he will be unbearable to reason with.

So if Satan and Belphegor were to upset him via prank or if Mammon received another letter from a bank he would get ready to punish everyone. Sometimes the others don't even deserve it, Lucifer just finds himself needing to take his anger out on others.

Mainly you.

He’s never wrong in his eyes. How could someone so perfect such as him be wrong against a human.

He made sure to remind you of that if push came to shove.

Often times during the night it's been harder to get a good nights sleep due to the kitchen being raided by the Avatar of Gluttony.

And with your room being right behind the kitchen it's not so easy to ignore. The sound of opening and closing doors and cabinets can be heard along with the ripping of new cardboard boxes. Beel himself doesn't realize how loud he is until you walk in the kitchen rubbing your eyes.

"Are you hungry too MC? There's still some food in the fridge if you want to share" he responds smiling at you. A cute gesture really but you'd be more appreciative if he just went to bed.

"Beel it's late please go to sleep before you wake anyone else up. Also if you continue to clear out the fridge Satan and Lucifer are sure to get on you about that tomorrow morning"

Reluctantly Beel sighs and finishes eating the last of whatever leftovers were in the fridge.

Then with your guidance walks back to his room for bed.

Finally making it to your own room after cleaning up the mess in the kitchen you are able to lay down comfortably in your own bed. Soon a wave of tiredness washes over you and you find yourself right on the brink of sleep, that is until you hear the fridge door open and shut.

"Damn it Beel" you curse, now sitting up wide awake. Looks like it's going to be another one of those nights, you think opening your door ready to head back to the kitchen.

Forgetfulness

original concept/ idea: MC isn’t feeling well so they mistake nightbringer satan for their satan

Maybe it was the food Solomon cooked, or possibly all the liquor you had consumed but your head wasn’t in the right place at the moment. What made things even more difficult for you was the fact that Lucifer had called you over to the House of Lamentation because his brothers were causing a ruckus again.

The walk there was horrific on your end. You felt sick and had a major headache. However that never stopped you before, so like always you carried on and made it.

Upon your arrival you saw a few of them destroying the living room, which you put a stop to right away. Sighing, you made them clean up the house and watched as Lucifer scolded them as well.

After everything was done you ended up passing out on the couch in the living room for a couple of hours.

Maybe it was due to the fact that you were placed in a comfortable position when you woke up, or maybe it was the fact that one of Belphie’s favorite blankets was draped over you.

Whatever the case was, you woke up feeling at home.

It took you a minute, but you managed to get up and take the blanket with you to one of the quietest rooms in the house.

You knocked softly once but there was no answer, after the second time you could finally hear shuffling from the other side as the demon made his way towards the door.

Muffled words that sounded quite annoyed could be heard as the door unlocked and opened to reveal the fourth oldest.

“Lucifer if you’re here to nag-…oh…um hello MC” He said slightly confused but somewhat sweet nonetheless. You should’ve paid more attention to his tone before.

You nodded and pushed past him, soon flopping down onto his bed and making a comfortable spot for yourself in his blankets, while Belphie’s blanket got mixed with the rest.

The blond shot you a confused look that you paid no attention to. Once you had finally found a comfortable spot you looked at him and motioned for him to join you, which in turn made Satan greatly surprised. He reluctantly took a seat on the edge of the bed gazing down at you.

“I’ve always loved how comfortable your pillows were,” you said softly after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

Satan watched you quietly in response. This was the first time you had laid in his bed with him knowing, so he was slightly confused as to what you were talking about. It took him time to formulate a response but when he finally did you had long fallen asleep wrapped up in his blankets.

Sighing Satan left you and walked over to his favorite chair and resumed the current book he was reading. Not too long after you had woken up again, much to his surprise.

“What are you reading?” You yawned, rolling over to face him.

“Well it’s called…” before he could even say the name you smiled at the cover. That was the first book in his collection he lent you. It was one of his favorites too, and to be frank it’s what made the two of you so close.

If he hadn’t lent you that book then you wouldn’t have picked up reading discussions with him. Thanks to that the current book he was reading had become one of your favorites.

“I can’t believe you’re reading it again, what’s this now the thirtieth time you’ve read it? I don’t blame you though, I love that book” you replied, giving him a tired smile.

His brows quirked up in confusion. This was the first time he had read this book, however you were saying he had already read it, more than once at that. What was more surprising was the fact that the book had just been published last week. However he said nothing on the matter and gave you a short reply.

You opened your eyes and saw the fourth born laying beside you underneath the blankets. His breathing was soft and he looked so peaceful as his hand held yours.

You moved closer towards him and smiled softly as you placed a kiss on his cheek. Soon after he began to stir and quickly woke up, smiling back at you.

“Good morning” you replied, placing a kiss on his lips. A gesture like this was normal for you both. Whenever you slept with him either one of you would wake the other with a kiss.

But to your surprise he didn’t return the gesture. Instead Satan quickly sat up looking surprised, and flustered. You could tell the blond was trying his best to keep calm.

You furrowed your brows for a second before it dawned on you. This in fact was Satan, but this was not your Satan.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you” you said sitting up as well, trying your best to cover up your embarrassment.

“It’s fine. I was just surprised you kissed me is all” Satan replied after clearing his throat.

“I didn’t mean to. It’s just…” you began to say.

“Just…?” The blonde asked, waiting to hear your answer.

“Forget it, it's not important.” You said, giving him a small smile.

Satan watched you with concern but sighed not wanting to press the topic further. However a question did pop into his head not long after.

That’s all for now! Thanks for reading

[itrithenbartist]

I love you headcanons for sunny day jack. I was wondering if you have headcanons for Joseph Cullman too? You don't have to if you don't want to, but thanks for reading this!

yesssssss i would absolutely love to do this. sorry it took a second, i'm recovering atp. but yea!!

THIS IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI OR YOU'LL BE BLOCKED AND ANY AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED TOO

with that out of the way, enjoy <3 gn as possible

-Joseph.......loves praising mc???? but like also in a degrading way than the way jack would. think more towards 'you're such a good sl*t' etc etc

-loves public s*x...there's no way you can look at the man and say he doesn't. of course doesn't want to get into trouble with the law or terrify children, but think of it as a game. see how many times mc can nut on his fingers. before the two of them have to finish this...elsewhere

-loves to tease, doesn't matter about what, just to see mc flush and try to hide is just so appealing to him. even more so when they're going at it in the bedroom and watching mc fall apart with his c*ck and his voice??? mmmm he'll take that everyday

-loves pet names. mc calls him something like "my love" or "baby" or "honey" don't ask him why his first response is to get excited...he's such a lonely man.

-if you want to try things in the bedroom? he doesn't care. mc wants to call him different names/titles? 100% is on board. when him and mc figure out the best title? oh man he's gonna use it against mc everrrrrryday.

-just like last post, he's absolutely for sloppy toppy. he can't get enough of it. tho it's more like an appetizer than like him actually wanting to finish, mc other holes are his main dish he wants in all the time.

-instead of praising when mc tops? filthy talker. goading mc to go harder/faster with whatever equipment they got (bought or organic is fine, he's not picky). even will ride mc to get the results he wants. he's not no pillow princess

-doesn't really sub, more like less domineering than anything else. doesn't mean to? but will laugh in mc's face if they suggest being in charge.

-shouldn't tell him how much you love any part of his body...especially his c*ck....he's gonna be an unstoppable force of nature and it's so sexy scary seeing how he uses this to his advantage

-love's bondage, especiallyyyy on mc. seeing them wrapped in whatever rope/silk? hard, matter of minutes. so turned on

-size different? esp if mc is shorter than him? he's in heaven. he loves that mc gotta crane their neck to him to do anything

softer hc's i think i got all the major k*nks i can think of.

-loves being little spoon. like don't get him wrong he loves dominating mc, and caring........but sometimes he wants to be held??? wouldn't flat out ask for it, but if mc does it on their own? joseph's smitten.

-since he's not rich/doesn't make a lot of money...his idea of love and showing affection is just mostly spending quality time. oh mc gotta do grocery shopping? he's with them. doing basic tasks? follows like a an obedient puppy.

-loves soft touches. when mc just randomly touches him? cups his face? strokes his hair? trace his back? it's a wrap. he's literally gonna be so smitten and soft for mc

-never had someone care about him. so when mc see's he's struggling? and helps give him a 'self care day'? he doesn't know how to react. genuinely stuck between wanting to cry and rejecting the idea of it. fully accepts it after awhile. it's his favorite thing to do with mc

-loves when mc plays with his hair, likes brushing it? and just being so gentle? (actually figuring out that 2-in-1 isn't actually good) and takes the time to let mc take care of his hair. it's so soft and nice now.

-can only cook the essentials...........like eggs and ramen. if mc can cook better than him? well he's been sold for everything else, but this is just a bonus.

-doesn't really speak. genuinely loves hearing mc talk about their day/in general because he thinks their voice is so lovely.

-wants to take care of mc no matter what. mc is the first person to care for him, he wants to make sure they're taken care of.

personally this is a little adhd snippet? i personally hc him that has adhd

-he's weird? he can maintain eye contact, but if you're talking to him, he's walking while listening. so he can actually Listen

-was always shit on for having hyperfixations, esp as a kid...mc makes it safe for him to explore himself and his childhood.

-cannot watch anything without subtitles. it's like...without the subtitles he can't understand shit

-can get really good at something in a matter of days then just dip....because it doesn't stimulate his brain as much as it did

enough adhd content, also it's MY hc because i have audhd, skip over it if you don't want to read it

-joseph loves all shapes mc would be in....just really really loves fat mc. like he loves tummy.

[apothecarytea]

In Your Orbit, Out of Reach

AN:

hi, thanks for reading. got into LADS last year but didn't really get back until...this last week and whew boy what a RIDE. anyway some notes before i unleash this: - not beta read, sowwy - MC is unwell and has always been just as unwell as Caleb since her youth! i love a toxic gal. - Caleb will be referred to in both his English name and his Korean name, Wooju, and will use "Oppa" - idk i never thought i'd make it this far. enjoy!

(cross-posted to AO3)

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Chapter 1:

Your early childhood was a blur without any meaningful threads. When you tried to recall a life before Gran took you and Caleb in, there was nothing. It's only in hindsight, do you realize, this may have been the result of possible traumas your mind refuses to unearth. Back then, however, everything began with the three of you and you were fine with that. Your precious oppa, the one who was there with you from the beginning, was all you had.

When the sun rose in the morning, you knew only of his gentle warmth and kindness. His hand always held yours, guiding you around your new neighborhood during those humid summers. When you grew tired, he carried you on his back and when he grew tired, you rested underneath a tree with heavy shade, waiting out the heat before you both jumped into the water and splashed.

You were both home by dinner, hands glued together, and when the sun set in the evening, you knew that when sleep clung heavily to your eyes, when you insisted to sleep in the living room so you could play the first thing you woke up, he would be there to rest beside you and greet you first thing the next day.

You could have gone on and one like that, chasing your childhood together in bliss. In your memories, this cherished place that existed between you two, was the only absolute in this world.

When you both were enrolled at the local primary school, you wailed when Gran informed you that Caleb would be a couple grades above you, which meant he wasn't going to be in your class. You hated school. You didn't want to go somewhere with Caleb, only for him to be apart from you for most of the day. You clung to his shirt and went red from your screaming.

"Wooju oppa, I don't want to go school! I don't want to go to my classroom without oppa!" You were a child, unfettered by shame and expectations on behavior. Even as you cried, Caleb stroked your hair and wore that warm, boyish smile that changed little even as he grew up. How could you have known what your wailing meant to him? He was also a child, though sensitive and seemingly wise beyond his years, and with a sense of duty born solely for you. Knowing that you relied on him was enough to keep him in a good mood, a stark contrast to your persistent tantrum.

"Hey, it'll be okay," He reassured, looking up to Gran with a wink. Confident in his abilities to soothe you, she gave him a gentle smile and went back to the kitchen to prepare your lunches for the coming days. Caleb continued to smooth your hair with one hand before taking the other to wipe your tears away. "I promise. We will get to see each other during lunch break and play time. Then, when school is over we can walk home together. I'll make sure we'll always get to spend time together!"

His gentle touch and words give you enough strength to pull away even as you breathe in shakily from your extensive crying. Whenever Caleb makes a promise, he's never went back on them. You extend your pinky and without missing a beat, he extends his and links yours together. It's a wordless exchange but the act alone helps you quickly move on, ready to face your new academic life.

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School wasn't bad at first.

Primary school, at least, you had the excuse of being a kid. You tried not to stick out too much in class and were friendly enough with your classmates. It didn't take long for Caleb to befriend everyone in his grade and become popular with administration too. When he came to pick you up from your homeroom class as he promised he would, everyone was happy to spend a few moments chatting with him. You began to realize the natural charisma Caleb possessed as neighborhood kids and adults seemingly grew fond of him too. Everyone was beginning to realize how wonderful he was and while you couldn't disagree, you felt a sharp, prickling sensation that you played off through petulance and entitlement.

When Caleb went to secondary school, with you still in primary school, you spent a majority of that summer running off to the nearby river to stomp around in, or hiding in places in the neighborhood you sure Caleb couldn't find you. In the end, of course, he always did and took you back home. He couldn't keep his promise of picking you up right after class, since his school was a little further down the block and he left school a little later than you did, but he promised to pick up snacks at the convenience store before heading home. Outwardly, you accepted his proposal but you couldn't stop the unease that settled in your heart.

When you joined secondary school, you recognized that you truly hated school and that everyone else was just filler. You were excited to be in school with Caleb again, happy to be around before he graduated again to high school. You walked to school together, hand in hand, and your matching blazers was almost a topic of pride. Day by day, it seemed as though you were always trying to catch up with him. You never thought about whether or not he was handsome until you heard a couple girls in your homeroom class talk about him.

When lunch came, it seemed that every girl from his grade to yours had eyes for him, glancing at the both of you as you ate cafeteria food together. Guys were even comfortable coming up to him; whether for homework or club activities, Caleb was the center of the universe wherever he went and you were part of that orbit, unable to resist his gravitational pull. He was quick to shoo them off, smiling to you as he always had.

You watched, almost helplessly, as Valentine's Day came along and his locker was stuffed full of chocolates, letters, and flowers. His friends teased him but stopped when, after school, he gave them to his friends to eat. You dreaded the day that someone would pull him aside and ask him out directly, selfishness coursing through your veins. You were afraid that this small crack that separated you and Caleb would soon grow into an chasm you couldn’t cross. Beyond what was right in front of you, you dared not explore the depths of your selfishness. All you wanted was a world that was yourself, Gran, and Caleb. That’s what you told yourself and so that was your absolute.

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High school rolled around and you were good at blending in with your peers. You didn’t exude Caleb’s levels of charisma, but you managed to survive high school without being an outcast. Of course, that was also due in part to being part of Caleb’s life and benefitting off his popularity and success. Here, girls didn’t hide their affections for him and were all the happier to use you to get to him. You never made it easy of course- you wanted them to struggle and fail miserably. These ugly thoughts of yours seemed to grow stronger as you grew older and you didn’t even shoo them away when you let them linger in your mind.

You recalled one particular girl who didn’t use you, who was on student council and who was in Caleb’s same homeroom. She was a traditional beauty; long, dark hair, subtle makeup, and bright amber eyes. She seemed kind to all those around her. Most of all, her rapport with Caleb was playful and everyone in their grade seemed to enjoy their energy together. Still, you couldn’t help but detest her. In your heart, you knew that even someone as beautiful as her wasn’t enough to pull Caleb away from you. Whenever you came by to drop off something to their classroom, you felt a sickening, smug satisfaction when his attention was pulled towards you.

It wasn’t until afterschool one day, when Caleb had club activities to settle before taking you both home, did the student council girl corner you. You half expected her to show up with a letter, just like the rest of them, and shyly ask you to pass it along to Caleb. You’re standing at your locker in a mostly abandoned hallway, with kids scattered to other parts of the school and away from you both.

“Aren’t you ashamed?” She asked with a small, dainty sigh. “Hanging onto him so tightly…that sort of behavior gets tiring, you know? You can’t rely on him forever.”

You paused, surprise written across your features. Shame? You never thought about that. Why should you be ashamed? This was just how you two were. What could she possibly understand about the two of you? Of the bond you shared? Her words rattle in your brain, rendering you speechless. The other girl took this opportunity to continue, imposing her jealousy onto you.

“I’m only saying this to you because you are important to Wooju oppa. Otherwise, I wouldn’t waste my breath. He’s only indulging you now but what will happen when you’re both adults…? Do you think others will be understanding once you’re both grown up?”

Your heart hammered in your chest and then you laugh. It’s quiet and almost an exhale of amusement, but then you burst out laughing at her words. How dare she call him oppa? Who was she to be so familiar with him? Unused to being mocked this way, the other girl reddens in embarrassment.

“Then waste your breath. If you know I am important to Caleb…then you’re the one who’s insecure, right? Because he would never abandon me. Interfering with us when you couldn’t possibly understand what we went through is careless. Someone like you doesn’t deserve to stand at his side. No matter what you say or think- who do you think he would side with in the end?” I posed the question to her, taking one step after the other until we were mere inches apart. “Me. Caleb will always choose me…”

Infuriated and humiliated, this girl lunged at you, grabbing you roughly by your collar. You did little to stop her as you continued to taunt her with your wicked smile alone. Yes, this side of you that you let rot you from the inside out was finally here and you wanted her to witness you in all your hideous truth. She threw you towards the floor and made a grievous misstep in not seeing the haphazard supplies that were behind you. You didn’t mind the pain at all, even as you felt warm blood drip down your nose and from the top of your head. She looked down at you, disgusted and cruel, but as you wipe your nose, smearing it on your sleeve, you murmur just low enough for her to hear.

“We’ll see…who he sides with.”

There’s footsteps down the corridor and as if arriving on cue, you hear familiar voices approach.

“Hey, what’s going on here? I thought I heard–” Caleb’s concerned voice cuts through the air, only to stop upon the scene laid out before him.

Your back is turned to him, helplessly on the floor, as you gave the girl one last crazed look before tears well in your eyes. Your breathing becomes shallow and you sniffle for good measure. When you turn to face Caleb, you see his confused and worried expression.

“Caleb-” You murmur weakly, your vision blurry from your tears before you lower your gaze.

Before you register anything else, Caleb is right by your side, holding you protectively in his arms. His amethyst eyes scanned you over, from the small bit of caked blood on your head to the bloody smear from your nose, before he lifted you up in a princess carry. “C’mon pipsqueak, we’re going to the nurse’s office.” He whispered. His voice was calm but there was a tension in his voice that only you were able to discern.

Before the other girl could interject, in one last ditch effort to come out victorious, Caleb turned to the classmates he arrived with. “Help clean up around here. I’ll help out with club another time.” He doesn’t even acknowledge the student council girl as he strides down the hallway towards the nurse’s office. You peeked over at her shrinking figure in the distance before you leaned against Caleb’s reliable shoulder.

[cuppatealover]

reasons why i think my parents pissed off a fairy before i was born (why i think im cursed)

cursed pieces of media always seem to find me

im not exaggerating when i say ive seen more than my fair share of fucked up stuff. it always seems to land on my cellular device or my piece of paper. ill be simply enjoying a show or consuming a book as one does and the most heinous thing will happen and ill be expected to just carry on. and now i do just that, i keep calm and carry on. more specifically theres one topic that seems to pop up a lot (tw!!) incest.....now now you may be thinking "what!? incest....id drop whatever it was and go reconnect with nature...weirdo" now now lets not jump to conclusions, 9/10 that movie/book/manga/whatever is actually really good (the other 1/10 lands you in therapy) and the incest or whatever never progresses the plot at all, but is a big enough plotwist to give me whiplash. and dont you worry, ive got an example. last year, i needed a book so i went to my schools library with a friend. about 10 mins of searching resulted in no book i felt inclined to read....until my friend gasps, a book in her hands..."Shadowhunters"?? i had never heard of it but apparently it was a big part of her childhood, something that soothed the gaping hole Twilight left...okay ill read i said. reading the first few chapters was great, i could practically smell an enemies to lovers and the big mystery of who and where mc's brother is was lingering in the back, my type of book i thought happily. little did i know....mc and ml were infact revealed to be siblings......i dropped my book. i had already thought it was weird that ml's adoptive brother had a crush on him but that gets crushed quick and now this...? now you may be thinking isnt it illegal or sum to promote incest..? and yes u are right, so you can imagine my deep sense of relief i felt when mc and ml were infact not related... because i didnt know how much more i could take of the ml yearning for his literal sister..(he was relentless...). but it doesnt stop there, for all you sickos out there, the author still managed to weasel some incest in. when the ml and mc are still believed to be siblings by them and everyone, another ml enters, this boy is perfect, maybe even a better fit for mc, girl is feeling it too. turns out this second guy is none other than.....her brother !! shocked you didnt it...(hes completely sick and knows the entire time....he wants his sister). but dont worry guys other than that, Shadowhunters is really good, character development? chefs kiss. i luv isabelle.

all my pens perish

im not exaggerating when i say i probably go through 6 pens a week, either they explode in my school blazer, completely new pens dry out in my pencil case, snap or most common cause, i lose them. i try pencil and the lead snaps in the middle so now matter how much i sharpen it, it will never be useful again. this is a cry for help, any stationary reccs??

i lose everything all the time

would you believe me if i said ive lost my keys a total of 5 times this year? well dont. because ive lost them 7 times and only 3 of the times have they been returned. im a regular at the keymaker.... how many of you can you say that??? i hope none, i wouldnt wish this on my worst enemy. i think this 'losing stuff' thing ties in rather nicely into my fish memory too, im pretty convinced ive got a rare amnesia that hasnt been discovered yet. its almost impossible, scratch that, it is impossible for me to remember everything for school the next day, ill always forget at least one thing. my friends will try referencing a supposedly funny/memorable thing that happened and ill just stare. theyll stare back and then do everything in their power to try to make me remember...nothing works.

my friends always have the same crushes as me

you may be thinking, well thats kind of normal for a group of girls that hang around eachother to have the same taste in people and i i thought so too, until it was such a regular thing i just stopped telling them about my crushes. i do have a story, start scene-its the end of a history lesson and im really happy, its been good lesson and i love history. im abit tired because its P5, the end of the day, for that reason, im lagging just a little, i leave my book usually at school because ive got two and my bag doesnt need any added weight . as im packing, a boy, a desk away from mine, walks over and takes my book to the cabinet, some thing he really did not need to do. and i don't know why but i guess im attracted to people being nice, even if it was just a decent human being doing just decent things... the next day, i realise i do want this boy, sadly. i had noticed him before, hes the kind of pretty that doesnt need to exist in a boy but if it does, he unfortunately becomes an object of envy. long lashes, blonde hair, droopy kinda eyes that make him look sleepy all the time. we had just never talked, seeing as we never had reason to. the next day, in a maths lesson, my friend says, "hey don't you think so and so is cute..." as shocked as i was, partly because this friend had been gushing about a different boy an hour ago and partly because it had happened again, i think i played the "really? maybe if i squint really hard he's meh" role really well....long story short, they're dating now....

now youve read my reasoning, there are more...but i just cant remember, i just know you see what i mean. my parents deffo pissed off some magical being and in return it cursed their firstborn daughter.

xoxo

A

ps: this is actually my second time re writing this because i accidentally deleted but the world just needed to know...ty for reading to the end <3

[miyubbl]

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(February 15th, 2025)

Hello~

It’s Matsuo Miyu.

There are some parts I wrote on January 31, so there’s a bit of a time gap, sorry about that

The 37th single Under Live has successfully been completed 🪽

Otsukare!

And to everyone who came to see us, and everyone who watched the stream, thank you so much

As the first live of the new year, I feel like we had a really great start.

What do you think? I wonder if you had fun too.

For me it was fun

Before the show, while taking a break and zoning out with Kaede-san, we were saying, “This is so much fun~”, that’s how much I really felt the fun ✌️

There were times when I saw different members crying from different emotions, and every time, I tried to lighten the mood by telling funny stories

But since there were so many different kinds of tears, I ran out of funny stories to tell. I need to save up more funny things.

For this live, we all got to sing solo songs on different days,

I chose “Do my best ja imi wa nai.”

I really love the lyrics of this song, and I’ve always tried to give 100% of what I can do at the moment, just like the lyrics say.

Even if, in reality, I might not have actually reached 100%.

And I think that will never change, or rather, I want it to never change.

Of course, everyone has a different limit to what their 100% is, so the way people perceive it will be different too.

But I feel like, for me, the most important thing is being able to satisfy myself, that’s the first and foremost result that I can truly feel.

This time, the laser effects and lighting effects were absolutely beautiful. I’ve always wanted to see a live performance with such amazing production in person, and before I knew it, I was the one performing in it. You really never know what life has in store.

So many people put in so much time and effort into making everything better, just for us 12 members, and I’m once again filled with gratitude for absolutely everything.

It was truly, truly beautiful. 🪐

And, just like I said I would, after three years, I’ve finally managed to properly open up to everyone ✌️

I’m sure there are people thinking, “How long are you gonna keep saying that…?” 🤷‍♀️

But for me, finally being able to open my heart to everyone is a huge achievement.

No matter what people say, forcing myself to rush beyond my own pace just wouldn’t have felt right.

But I did it.

Just like I said on the radio, after three years, I’ve finally been able to open up.

In the end, the person who understands me the most is myself.

The fact that I wished for this fun time to last forever, just feeling that way made me feel at ease.

I am happy.

Tomi, thank you for your hard work as our chair.

Even while feeling overwhelmed, you kept smiling, and thanks to your soft, warm presence, we were able to prepare with a lighthearted feeling.

Before the last song, you mentioned that you looked at my MC from the 33rd single as reference, and that really surprised me.

Something that was just a memory to me had actually remained as something meaningful for someone else too…

I don’t really know how to put it into words, but it made me happy to feel like I had left behind something.

You did great.

Take your time to rest

I’ll be waiting for you 🧸

Shupei-san came to watch too!

I couldn’t spot him this time…

I wanted to check if he was enjoying the show.

I’m frustrated.

But still, thank you so much for coming! ☝️😚☝️

Sorry that the photos are out of order.

Nogizaka Escape

We look cute (T/N: She used 'Ore,' which is a masculine pronoun)

(At this moment, Yakubo-san had gone out to the hallway to get some fresh air)

“貼” (stick) became “販” (sell) 🩹

Yuna-chan had written down her lines with Satsuki. She even wrote out little details like “Hmm” and “What?!” seeing how her seriousness even showed in her notes made me chuckle.

Kyoto’s real meet & greet

I couldn’t go, but Kuromi sent me this picture 🫶🫶🥲 Thank you.

To everyone who sent flowers and to everyone who came, thank you so much.

I once again thought, “Fūsen wa Ikiteiru” is my favorite song. 🎈

See you again.

[ilovewebnovels]

Harry Potter: Impossibly Cute

Author: 淼淼杉余

Genre: Historical

Would recommend it to: no one

My Review:

While I was reading this, I kept questioning whether there was a potential for romance because Draco Malfoy acts a lot like a possessive lover—he gets jealous whenever the MC interacts with anyone else. But I guess I won't know for sure since they're only about 11 years old right now. I'd have to keep reading to find out, but that's not going to happen.

Moving on, this isn't the best thing I've read, but it's certainly not the worst, considering I've managed to get through 30 chapters. You might say that's not a lot, but based on the pacing of this web novel, I've already identified its issues. It's quite fast-paced, to the point that within 30 chapters, we've already gone through the entire first Harry Potter movie.

While I was reading those 30 chapters, it felt like there was no real tension. Despite the introduction of an additional character into the Harry Potter timeline, nothing really changes. This is partly because the MC is trying to avoid creating a butterfly effect, but let's be real—once the butterfly flaps its wings, there's no way things will stay the same. It's hard to believe everything is exactly as it was before.

As a result, I already know what's going to happen. Even when the MC is thrown into one of the main events where danger looms, the outcome is the same. The MC is often just a bystander, constantly present but not really involved, almost like a side character. Plot-wise, this feels like an uneventful slide. There are no real highs or lows—just a steady, dull ride.

Side note, there’s just something off about a Harry Potter who’s constantly crying. But I guess that's just me.

Now, let's talk about the characters. They feel unrealistic. Take Draco, for example. Although he doesn't want to upset the MC, he does so repeatedly. I suppose it might make sense if he's unintentionally crossing boundaries, but it seems more like he's forgotten what's happened since the last time. Here's the pattern:

He gets jealous -> is rude to whoever the MC is talking to -> the MC passive-aggressively tells him to stop -> he continues -> the MC looks at him -> either he gets scared or doesn't want to upset the MC, and this repeats over and over again. It's frustrating. The MC has to coax him every time they meet after he's been rude.

Then there's Harry, whose entire personality is that of a younger brother craving attention from his older sibling. He doesn't even realise that the MC is his younger brother until around chapter 29. By the way, don't expect much personality from anyone else in the story. They all seem as flat if not more than Harry.

One thing I can be thankful for, though, is that there’s nothing too weird going on. However, I did start wondering if this might take an incestuous turn since Harry seems overly fixated on the MC's attention. If he knew they were brothers, I wouldn't be so concerned, but since he doesn't, it's a little odd.

In all, this just doesn't grab me, and I’m giving it a 2/5.

Favorite part of this book:

Didn’t have one

Favorite quote :

Didn’t have one

[lilacwisps]

For Garreth, Sebastian and Ominis, can I get them reacting to hickeys they left on MC please?

Of course, nonnie, here you are 💜

Sebastian: 

When he notices the love bites he left on MC, he feels equal parts smug and aroused. Smug because MC's his - and now everyone can see that - and aroused because the marks bring back some rather pleasant memories. 

He gets even more smug when he sees anyone else noticing the love bite marks- yes, that's right, MC's his now, go cry about it.

He's possessive, so MC's skin is littered with love bites, although a significant number of those marks are in the areas that can be easily concealed by clothes. 

Sebastian will not let the marks in visible places fade - as soon as he notices one grow pale, two more will replace it. 

If MC mentions anything about the number of love bites on her skin, Sebastian will make sure to remind her just how thoroughly she enjoyed the process leading up to their emergence. 

Ominis: 

Since Ominis cannot see, Sebastian's the one to point out the marks on MC to him. 

"Looks like you two had a fun night," Sebastian chuckles. 

     "What an odd thing to say," Ominis replies, even-toned, trying his best to keep from blushing. 

     "Oh please, as if you are fooling anyone. Not when her neck is covered in hickeys."

Ominis is instantly flushed and flustered, trying to make up an excuse but drawing a blank. He's annoyed with himself - the last thing he wants is to call unnecessary attention to his relationship with MC - all eyes are on her already, he doesn't need to add fuel to the fire. 

Even more flushed as his treacherous mind races with memories of how MC felt against him the night before, of the way she'd whimpered his name. They had to be discreet with their little late-night tryst in the dorm room, so to stifle his own moans, Ominis pressed his mouth to MC's neck - and the love bites must have been the result. 

He will check in with MC to ensure she's ok and isn't upset about the love bites. Once reassured that everything is alright, Ominis will fill better but will resolve to avoid leaving love bites again. He'll fail, inevitably.

Garreth: 

He doesn't notice the love bites he'd left on MC's neck right away - until he's looking over at her at the Great Hall and spots a vivid red mark just above the collar of her shirt, and, suddenly, everything clicks into place. Oh.

Instantly, very flushed and a little flustered - the sight of the love bite equal parts embarrassing and arousing to him. 

Garreth doesn't usually do something like that, so it's a little embarrassing just how much hold MC has on him and how easily she can make him forget himself. Still, he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a certain thrill remembering the moments that led to him leaving the marks on her neck.

He never wants to cause MC pain, so after noticing the love bites, he will talk to her to ensure she isn't hurt. He'll feel much better once reassured that MC doesn't mind the love bites - and, in fact, she even enjoyed it. 

He'll try to control himself better the next time, but if MC asks will definitely leave more love bites on her skin. 

[mageofseven]

Our Child: My Turn

Mammon mpreg

Mammon's turn! Let's see how he and MC end up having Mammon carry their daughter Cassia!

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"Mammon..."

The demon was staring at the pregnancy test in the tense woman's hand, brain buffering worse than a YouTube video.

"You...shit." The man cursed, instantly regretting it as he looked up and saw his girlfriend crying. "Babe I--c'mere."

The woman hid her face in the crook of her boyfriend's neck as the greed demon was internally panicking.

He didn't mean to make her cry, honest! When his brain finally realized what he was looking at, all the man could think was how he fucked up once again.

He and MC have literally only been dating for the last month and sleeping together for the last two months. The demon kept telling himself he'd read up on the that birth control rune he's heard about, but just kept forgetting to do it.

Now it's too late; he knocked his girlfriend up and caused her to cry...

Moments like this, Mammon really felt like his brothers were right about him; he was scummy, the lowest of the low, and his stupidity and selfishness has resulted in his Human carrying his kid

Something neither of them was ready for. I mean they only just started dating! And now he's gone and ruined everything.

"I'm sorry, babe; I fucked up, I know it..."

"No!" MC jumped back to meet his eyes. "No, it's my fault; I'm the one pregnant--"

"And I'm the one who put the kid 'n ya."

The demon brought her closer to him once more and pressed his forehead to hers.

"I ain't goin' anywhere, babe." He promised softly. "Whatever you wanna do, I'm here for ya, got that?"

MC nodded as she sniffled.

Honestly, neither of them knew what to do. MC wanted time to think things over and of course Mammon was okay with this.

The man's anxiety was high for weeks and MC's wasn't any better. The couple didn't say another word another word about it, about the baby slowly growing in MC. The human never brought it up and her boyfriend was worried he'd make things worse if he tried to talk about it when all the woman wanted was time to think.

During this time, neither person brought up their dilemma to the other brothers; MC was terrified of what they'd think of her and also didn't want the other brothers hovering over her while she had such a big decision to make. Mammon, on the other hand, was scared shitless of what Lucifer was going to do to him when he found out and, in truth, he really didn't want his younger brothers giving him shit for it either.

MC's morning sickness started making things difficult though.

Obviously, it wasn't the woman's fault, but she was puking so much during the day that it would be weird if the other brothers didn't notice.

At first, they worried that the human had the flu. All of the brothers hovered around her after a bout of morning sickness.

Lucifer had the twins go grab some meds for nausea from the kitchen and felt the woman's forehead with an ungloved hand.

No matter what MC said to the other men, they wouldn't leave her alone. Saying she was 'fine' was not an acceptable answer since they knew she had been puking.

Both MC and Mammon were on edge, but neither could figure out how to get the others to leave her alone.

Lucifer could tell the two were hiding something and was losing patience with the couple.

"Are either of you two going to tell me what's going on or do we really need to take the long way around and make things worse?"

Devil, the second brother felt like shit. He couldn't bring himself to say it though. I mean yeah, this was his secret, but it was also MC's and it was his girlfriend who wanted it to be a secret to begin with.

Because of this, the demon couldn't say anything to his brother.

"Damn it..." He cussed under his breath, his older brother's eyes still drilling into him.

"...I'm pregnant." MC said softly.

All eyes jumped to the human in surprised before darting back to Mammon

And boy, if looks could kill...

MC rushed over to her boyfriend and stood in front of him, as if she could stop the onslaught of judgement from his brothers with her body alone.

"Guys, just don't." She begged them. "It's me, I'm the stupid one, I--"

"Babe."

MC glanced over her shoulder and found her boyfriend staring intensely at her, surprising the human.

He stepped around the woman and pulled her close to him.

"This ain't on you. You can't take the blame for me." He turned to his brothers, his arms still around. "Yeah, I fucked up, okay? I fucked up like I always do and it's worse, I know."

His eyes rested on Lucifer's.

"But I ain't leaving her. I'm takin' responsibility and doin' whatever she needs me to do." He said to his older brother. "Punish me, tie me to the ceiling, scream my name and how I fucked up again...but I'm gonna stay by her and do whatever she needs from me."

The room was quiet. Lucifer pursed his lips as he stared at his younger brother.

Finally, Lucifer stepped forward and laid his hand on Mammon's shoulder, causing the younger demon to flinch.

"I'm proud of you."

...what?

It took the younger brother a second to realize what he heard and another to realize it wasn't the pride demon's weird attempt at a joke.

"...why?" Mammon instantly regretted his words, worried about being called stupid for the billionth time.

"Mistake or not, you're owning up to it." Lucifer told him. "You are standing by MC's side just as you should; you're there for her."

Lucifer took his arm back and folded them across his chest.

"However, what is it that you two plan on doing about this?"

Mammon looked over at MC, whose head was hanging low.

'Shit.' The greed demon thought.

He could tell this conversation was upsetting her, but he also knew all they could do at this point is finish it up so he can focus on comforting her.

"She--"

"I want this baby." The human looked from Lucifer to her boyfriend. "I want this baby, Mammon."

His chest tightened, but he still pulled her in for a hug as she cried.

The couple didn't notice it, but the oldest brother quietly led the others out, giving the two some time alone.

Now that it was decided, the couple had a long road ahead of them 😅

MC's morning sickness only got worse. Even when she entered the second trimester, she was still puking non-stop.

To make things worse, she couldn't eat anything without with it coming back up immediately. It was a battle just trying to keep the woman from getting dangerously dehydrated and getting food in her was nearly impossible.

Mammon tried to comfort his girlfriend, but in truth, the man was terrified. Things did not look good for his Human or their child.

Hell, MC was losing weight. That's not supposed to happen with pregnancy.

This led to Satan using the diagnostic rune on the human...and learning just how fragile they were. Both mother and daughter (as they all learned now) were incredibly weak. At this point, either MC was gonna miscarry and lose the baby or they were both going to die.

Mammon was a mess. In his mind, his fuck up just became so much worse and he was about to lose both of his girls. This was a period where MC became the one comforting him instead of the other way around.

Satan promised to look into solutions for the couple, but even he didn't seem too sure he could help.

Days went by. MC became weaker. Mammon didn't leave her side a single time.

On the fourth day, the blonde knocked on the couple's door and ask Mammon to talk to him out in the hall. The greed demon complained, but stepped out with him

And discovered that the wrath demon actually found a way of saving MC.

The method...honestly made the second brother uncomfortable, but he was desperate and up for anything.

The two men opened the bedroom and Satan winced at the state he saw MC in: barely conscious and struggling to breath; that was how weak the woman has become.

The blonde checked her over with the diagnostic rune once more just in case. Both the woman and the child were in a really bad condition and at this point, it was just a race of who died first: MC or her daughter.

Satan hurried with the preparations, drawing the ritual runes on both MC and Mammon before taking MC's shirt off completely (both men were sorry!) and laying her on top of Mammon, bringing the two stomach to stomach.

Honestly, the men couldn't be sure if MC could hear them while in this state, but they talked to her and explained what they were doing, albeit in a rushed way.

When Satan started the chanting, MC cried out and feebly tried to push away from her boyfriend; the human had no clue what was happening and only felt the strange feeling in her belly that made her panic.

Mammon continued to hold her close and kept apologizing, begging her to stay still and saying it'll be over soon. The woman only heard a bit of his words.

Eventually, the sensation left the woman and traveled to her boyfriend. The sensitive man whined and panted from the intense feeling in his stomach that was making his lower torso expand.

It was overwhelming and scary to the boyfriend, but he never let go of MC or asked Satan to stop.

Finally, the blonde stopped the chanting and the ritual was complete. Mammon now carried his weakened daughter in his new belly.

Satan rushed to get a potion for MC, one that wasn't safe for her originally because of her pregnancy, but now just might save her life.

Mammon gently slid the woman off him and pulled blanket over her bare chest.

The blonde came back with the potion and put it up to her lips, making her drink the bottle's content.

It only took a moment after the bottle was finished for MC's breathing to become more stable.

From there, the woman slept for awhile before waking up, feeling like she was starving, but strangely not nauseated.

That's when she noticed it--her belly was gone.

The woman started to panic. Where's her baby??? Did she miscarry???? Was it all some bad nightmare???

The door clicked open and in came Mammon with a tray of food for her (Asmo cooked and made him take the food to her), a blush on his face

...and a belly he never had before.

"Mammon?" The woman's eye were wide.

Her boyfriend carried the tray over to her and laid it on her lap.

"Please just eat, babe." He said softly.

The woman wanted to push things, but the look in his eyes, the softness of his tone...she couldn't help but just do what she was told.

MC quietly ate the food while Mammon sat at the end of the bed and covered his new belly with his arms.

Minutes went by and the human couldn't stand it anymore.

"Mammon..." She tried again, lowering her soup spoon. "What happened?"

Her boyfriend closed his eyes.

"You...you almost died." He said softly.

MC started to panic again.

"I...Mammon! Where's our daughter?" She begged. "Please, please don't tell me she--"

"She's fine." The man gave a sad smile before patting his new belly. "Papa's got her now."

That's when he told her about the emergency ritual and how he's now the pregnant one in the relationship.

MC was shocked; she didn't think such a ritual could have existed, but she was definitely seeing the outcome of it.

"But...is she okay? Are you?"

"We're fine, babe." Mammon assured her. "Babygirl needs a few days to chill and get nutrients from me or whatever, but Satan said she'll be fine."

The woman tried to move the tray from her lap so she could crawl closer to him, but was still too weak to move it.

"'Ey! None of that!" He scolded her for the attempt. "You gotta be gettin' your strength back, got it?"

After months of seeing her starve and then watching her almost die, this man wasn't taking any chances.

Once she finished her food, Mammon set the tray aside on his dresser before laying down with the human and pulling her close.

MC couldn't help staring his belly, making the demon blush.

"You're really...carrying our daughter?" She asked softly. "You did this...to save me?"

"'Course I did! How could I just go and let you two die on me?"

"You really do love me, don't you?"

Mammon let it slip and said the big L word not long before they discovered she was pregnant. They hadn't even dated for a full month at the time so instead of saying it back, MC just told him he was sweet and kissed his cheek

But...his words were real. Tears filled the woman's eyes, causing her boyfriend to wipe each one that fell with his thumb.

"C'mon, none of that." He told her as he wiped another away. "'Course I love you. I never woulda said so if I didn't, now would I?"

MC leaned in and hugged her boyfriend as tight as she could in her weaken state before laying her hand on his belly.

"I love you too, Mammon." She whispered. "So, so much."

Things between the couple were great there on out. MC slowly gained weight and was able to eat properly again.

Mammon's body was able to handle the pregnancy better than the human's and didn't suffer through the same intense nausea she did. That is not to say he didn't have issues with his new body however.

Hell, finding out his dick up and left him scared the man the point where he screamed when he found out. Yeah, it was good that his daughter had a proper 'exit' or whatever, but he liked that part of his body!

This combined with his ever-growing belly made the man self-conscious and, honestly, scared as hell.

He didn't truly recognize himself in the mirror anymore when he saw his naked body and he hated it.

Luckily, MC was always there for him, always telling him how amazing and 'manly' he was because, honestly, one of his main issues was no longer feeling like a man anymore and no longer feeling like his body was his own.

MC snuggled and kissed her boyfriend whenever he needed it, trying to help him through his dysphoria as much as she could and her boyfriend appreciated it.

Somedays, her love was probably the only thing that kept his spirits up and it only made him fall farther in love the woman.

When the day of the birth came, boy was it loud. Unlike Beel, who was pretty quiet and had a pretty big pain tolerance in his part, Mammon couldn't handle the early contractions without cussing and making sure everyone around him knew.

MC stayed by his side all day, comforting the laboring man and waiting till things progressed closer to the birth.

Once nightfall came, Mammon couldn't handle the pain anymore. He was on the bed panting and crying out to universe to just get his daughter out of him.

Despite the early contractions lasting all day, the active labor lasted about seven hours and MC never left his side.

Finally, crying filled the room and Mammon saw his little girl in MC's arms. He let his head fall back to the pillow and tried to calm his breathing because FINALLY! It's over! Thank the devil it was over!!

MC got their daughter all cleaned up and with happy, tearful eyes, handed their daughter to him. Instantly, a fresh wave of tears hit him as he held his daughter close.

Feeling so very, very grateful that for once in his life, he wasn't a screw up like his brothers said he was. He saved both MC and their daughter, he birthed Cassia and brought her into the world safely.

He saved both of his girls; he didn't screw up and that meant everything to him.

[dualityvn]

MAYBE SOME MORE HURT?

MC and Keith or Tenebris are arguing, and Keith or Tenebris in the heat of the moment says something the genuinely hurts MC, and results in said boy being locked out of MC’s room while they cry over the harsh words said.

No resolution needed if you don’t feel like it, I want everyone to suffer.

Hurt (GN!MC x Keith)

× × ×

"Why are you always like this? I get being a little jealous, but you get so cold and hostile towards anyone who so much as touches me or compliments me!" you complain, raising your voice at the last two words.

Keith is leaning against the wall, arms crossed, glaring at the floor. He's been listening to you almost wordlessly.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"I just- What am I supposed to say?! I don't like it when they're near you. It makes me anxious," he says, still refusing to look you in the eye.

"What are you even anxious for? They're my friends! I'm not going to stop having friends because you can't handle me being around anyone who isn't you," you fire back.

"That's not what I said! Don't put words in my mouth! I just can't help it, alright? I didn't say you can't have friends, but I'm still not going to be happy when they get too touchy with you!"

"How is that normal? Everyone is telling me they feel weird whenever you're around! You're embarrassing me!"

Keith's glare finally shifts from the floor to you. "I'm embarassing you? Have you seen how many things I do for you? I'm dating you, not your friends! Why do I have to please them?"

"You don't have to please them, I'm just telling you to stop being such a jerk around them!"

That was the last drop. It brings Keith to a boiling point. He's been seething all day, holding back from snapping at others or telling them to stay away from you. And yet he is now being lectured despite it all.

"Now I'm a jerk? All you care about is your friends! You act like you and them are all that matter! Maybe I don't even want to be around them! Do you ever ask me that? Do you ever wonder how much I go through to make you happy?! No! You just care about yourself!" It's his turn to raise his voice and it's something you aren't used to. He's normally very docile and kind.

"That's not true! But you're just so hard to understand!" you try to argue back.

"Of course I'm the one who's hard to understand, not like your precious little friends. I bet you just can't wait to run back to them. How do I know you haven't already cheated on me with one of them?"

"How... how can you say that?!"

The accusation is too much. You begin to tear up and quickly dash towards your room. Keith calls your name, asks you to wait. He sounds regretful. But it's too late now. You lock the door behind you and begin to sob. He calls your name again through the door. There's no traces of anger left in his voice.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I- I didn't mean it!"

He can hear you sobbing and the sound is tearing him apart. He digs into his hair and pulls at it in frustration as his back hits the wall by your door and he slides down it.

His mind races with punishing thoughts aimed at himself. Stupid jerk, ungrateful piece of trash, worthless idiot. How could he say that to you? How dare he make you cry? You're the light of his life and this is how he repays you. What if you'll leave him after this? He'd deserve it, wouldn't he? Maybe that's all he is, an embarassment and a failure of a partner. Maybe he's just been trying hard like a pathetic bug and managed to accomplish nothing.

Somewhere at the back of his mind, Tenebris tries to ask for context, offers some comfort. But it's too faint for Keith to pay him any attention compared to the self hatred that's flooding his mind.

What can he do now? Can he even comfort you in any way? Should he crawl on his knees and beg for forgiveness? He doesn't know. He doesn't want you to cry.

He wishes he could simply crawl into a hole and die.

× × ×

You guys have no idea how hard it was to find some sort of insult Keith would say without being ooc, lmao.

[jamespotterthefirst]

Satellite (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart, book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1K Warning: None Prompt:   31. "thank you for being in my life" Premise: She comes to his aide when he is stuck unexpectedly babysitting his godson.

A/N: Thank you, anon, for sending this prompt. And I’m sorry it took so long! 

Lilac tried to push down the trepidation that resulted from standing at that one particular door on the fifth floor. The sliver of rationality that managed to peek through reminded her that it was just Ethan. There was nothing to be nervous about.

Except there was.

Lilac was supposed to be keeping her distance unless it was work-related. It was part of his carefully crafted "reset." Lovestruck, weak, and a little pathetic, she found any excuse to seek him out anyway. If she couldn't touch him, at least looking at him should suffice.

It was never enough though, no matter how diligently she engraved the details of his handsome face to her memory.

Breaking out of her reverie, she cleared her throat, knocking on the door.

“Busy,” was the brusque reply from inside.

“Sorry, Doctor Ramsey, I'll just come back later.”

“Rookie?”

“Yes?”

“Come in.”

Nothing could've prepared her for the sight that greeted her. Ethan's tall frame—impossible to miss in the empty office— stood by the window, his posture so rigid, Lilac was convinced it could break through bricks. And in his arms, looking out of place and angled quite awkwardly, was a baby.

When she recovered from her shock, she laughed. Ethan's helpless expression soured and it only made her laugh harder.

“I'm glad my predicament amuses you,” he said dryly.

“I'm sorry,” she offered, trying her best to reign in her laughter. When she regained her composure, she added, “You just look like you’re trying to hold a football.”

“I wouldn’t know how to hold one of those.”

“That's why I said trying.”

“Hrm.”

Biting back another wave of laughter, Lilac focused her attention on the rosy cheeked baby in his arms. Big, bright brown eyes glanced up at her curiously as she approached.

“Who’s this handsome little man?” she asked in a sing-song voice.

“Ethan Hudson,” Adult Ethan provided helpfully. “Alma is in Boston to finalize the sale of Dolores's house. She had a lot on her plate, as you can imagine. So I offered to help with the baby.”

“That's so nice of you, Ethan.”

With all humor gone, Lilac was unable to help the unbridled admiration in her voice. It caught his attention because those striking blue eyes fixed on her, paralyzing every limb in her body. A traitorous blush rose up her neck, burning hotter in the prolonged pause.

“Yes, well…” he said, tearing his eyes away from her at last. “Just don't tell anyone.”

Lilac recovered.

“You're worried people will find out you're a big softie deep down?”

“Terrified,” he returned without missing a beat. “It'll ruin my reputation.”

The baby's legs flailed in the air perched on Ethan's forearm as he was.

“It's a wonder you haven't dropped him.”

“You presume to be better at this?”

“I don't presume. I know I'm better.”

Lilac peered at the wiggling baby, tilted so awkwardly on Ethan's arm that the poor thing was probably unsure what to do. Little Hudson looked as though he was deciding that crying was the appropriate reaction because his tiny nose scrunched up. Ethan noticed too and raised his dark brows in alarm.

“You want to hold him like this,” Lilac explained calmly, gently taking the baby from his arms. With careful but swift maneuvers, she positioned Hudson securely in her arms. She bounced him slightly, eliciting a bright smile from him.

“Perfect. Problem solved,” Ethan declared, heading back toward his desk. “Now, if you’ll excuse me—”

“Not a chance,” she said, blocking his path. “You're going to learn how to properly hold this child if it takes us all day.”

Ethan raised his brows at her, impressed.

“You'd make a formidable Attending.”

“Maybe I'll take your job someday,” she quipped. “Now, I'm going to give him back. Carefully turn him to face you, one forearm supporting his bottom and your free hand supporting his head. Got it?”

Ethan nodded and successfully followed her directions. The baby smiled widely at Ethan, taking advantage of the proximity to his face and smacking his tiny hands against his bearded jaw. The handsome doctor chuckled, swaying on his feet for the child’s benefit.

“This is nice,” Ethan commented after a while.

Lilac, for her part, forced herself to nod. The sight of the devastatingly handsome Doctor Ethan Ramsey with a baby was too much for her brain to properly process. Privately, she lamented the fact that he said children weren’t in the cards for him. He would have made an excellent father.

Ethan’s heavy gaze settled on her.  As he watched her, something glimmered behind the blue of his eyes. He watched her with as much intensity as he did on that balcony in Miami, right before he kissed her.

“Thank you,” he said at last. His lips parted as though he wished to add something else. When he didn't, Lilac nodded.

“Don't mention it.”

Hudson babbled loudly, as though offering his thanks too. Both doctors watched him as he happily bounced on Ethan’s arm, his tiny fingers playing with the ID badge perched on Ethan’s chest. Watching him healthy and happy made Lilac think of Dolores. She lived on in her son, her own infectious smile mirrored on the tiny face.

Before she could help it her gaze wandered up to Ethan. She froze when she realized he had been watching her quietly, that same unidentifiable look from before in his expression. Staring at those intense, piercing eyes felt like staring straight at the sun in that moment, and so Lilac glanced away.

“Thank you for being in my life.”

The words were like a whisper, so quiet that she almost missed them. And when she did recognize them, Lilac almost  believed he was speaking to his friend's son. Until she glanced up to find him staring directly at her.

“You've done so much for me this past year,” he continued. “I could never repay you.”

“You never have to.”

“I know.”

Something unfurled in the space between them as blue eyes held hers—something that had grown impossible to ignore in the last year, something that had taken root on the night they first watched over Dolores's son.

A tiny shriek of amusement broke the spell. Hudson had gotten hold of Ethan's stethoscope and brandished it over his head with gusto. Still dazed, Lilac laughed as she watched him.

“Looks like someone else is in the running for your job, Doctor Ramsey.”

“Hm,” he said, pulling his chin out of the crazed path of the spinning stethoscope. “His technique is sloppy, but marginally better than most interns these days.”

Notes: More fluff for you!

I decided to hold off on YBF because I’m not happy with it. It has been driving me insane, you guys. I have to finally admit to myself that I’m severely blocked. Thank you everyone for understanding.

Love you all!

[maleyanderecafe]

Picture Perfect Romance (Visual Novel)

Created by: MurderDuck

Genre: Psychological Horror

This one is very strange and really depends on what your view is on different routes to see what exactly is going on. It has a very surreal and haunting storyline that mimics a bit of what happens in Tell-Tale Heart. I actually find the MC in this one refreshing since their optimistic attitude is quite humorous sometimes. It can be pretty surreal and ambiguous at times though, but I'll try to piece it together as best that I can.

The story starts with the MC to a coffee place to order something to drink. After finally ordering, they see someone come in asking to sit next to them. Afterwards this person will ask to take a picture of them and while leaving the cafe, they are kidnapped. They are woken up while wearing a bag over their head (which if they struggle enough can lead to their eye getting stabbed) and the person, Miller, introducing himself. Miller believes he and the MC are dating and soon after leaves to take a call. In this moment, the MC can attempt to escape their binds and look around the house. Here the MC can either kill Miller by grabbing a knife and stabbing him, attempt to hide in his room or look at the shrine that Miller has of them.

Going into the room can lead to either the MC jumping out of the window and dying, or hiding in the closet. If the MC hides in the closet, Miller will find them and the MC will beg him to keep them alive, promising to stay with him forever. Miller forgives them, and cuts off their legs so they can stay together forever.

Going to the shrine, the MC will hear what sounds like a baby screaming as well as a hole that's in the shrine. This leads to a secret entrance where the MC sees Miller crying over a picture of the MC. When the MC asks about what he's crying over, he mentions that the "babies" wanted him to kill the MC just like the others he's killed even though he doesn't want to. However, no matter what he says, you don't know what these "babies" are he's talking about. In the end the MC will leave Miller alone and he will either send a message to them or be taken by the police.

Not taking the knife can lead to the MC finding the key under Miller's bed, thus allowing them to escape. Leaving right away will allow the MC to escape, but Miller, knowing where the MC lives continues to stalk them.

If the MC were to lie about being quiet after Miller kidnaps them, the MC will scream and continuing to egg him on will cause Miller to inject the MC with some sort of drug, causing the MC to become euphoric. Flirting with Miller and even trying to coerce sex out of him will simply result in him them getting killed, telling the "babies" that they finally got what they wished. There's also a possibility of getting kissed, but the end result is the same.

The final and strangest thing is if the MC doesn't escape and simply allows Miller to take his phone call. Miller will take them to bed where they can either fall asleep or stay awake. Staying awake can lead to the chance of either killing Miller and escaping will lead to the MC successfully escaping and having Miller arrested. The strangest part is when the MC actually does fall asleep. When dreaming, they go to the cafe on a snowy day. They can only order "Elliot" and meet Miler wearing a strange mask. Miller states that they can either wake up, or listen to what he has to say about the babies. Miller explains that the house they're in is strange, and the stronger their love was, the louder the voices were. Miller reveals that he and the MC are the same, and that the MC never existed that they were the one who killed their partners. The MC realizes that their face was the person that Miller first killed, his first love.

The last ending is the thing that is the most surreal, since it recontextualizes the entire game and makes you think about what exactly is going on. Does Miller actually kidnap their first love or just a doppelganger? If the two are one in the same, does that mean this entire scenario is Miller/the MC's delusion? Are the babies just the victims that Miller had, or is he just living in the same lie over and over again? What happens in scenarios where Miller kills the MC, did he actually kill them, or is this some sort of delusion that represents his guilt? Is it the same when the MC kills Miller? Is what happens in the game what happens to Miller's first lover, or is it always a new victim? There's a lot of questions going on that are caused by this ending and it's interesting to speculate.

I actually liked the MC in this game because of how interesting their personality is, since a lot of different MC character's I've played in vns lately are generally far more cynical and depressed, it's a nice change of pace. The MC is really morbidly optimistic at times, looking on the bring side even when their legs are cut off, or even when they're eye has been stabbed out with a scissors. It makes the game a lot light hearted than other ones and I think it also makes it entertaining in a morbid way.

Miller on the other hand is an interesting yandere, especially if you are taking into account the dream sequence and that the MC and Miller are the same person. Miller in this case would likely be a delusional yandere, especially since he also seemingly can hear the babies that are crying. This is why I make the connection to Tell Tale heart, since it also seems like the babies are making Miller kill the people he's been kidnapping. Even if he's not hallucinating, I would say that he's at least some sort of possessive yandere, since in some endings he does cut off the MC's legs to prevent them from running. He also seems okay with dying if it's for the MC's sake and doesn't tolerate when the MC flirts with them, which is also rather interesting.

This game is very surreal but it is a very interesting concept and gives you a lot to think about. There are a lot of questions that aren't and it makes it an interesting experience. If you like more surreal yandere concepts, please give this a try.

[hacked-by-jake]

𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣

Requested: [×] Yes [ ] No [×] @*anon [ ] @

Pairing: Jake x MC [No pronouns]

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Warnings: None

A/n: This request has been in my ask box for a very long time, unfortunately. It’s just something small, nothing big or really special, just a little fluffy Jake. Also, I’ve never been in such a situation, which is why I can hardly absolutely put myself into it. Nevertheless, I hope that you will like it. ❤️Excuse the mistakes. [Original ask-request at the end]

Jake will do everything to support you as best he can during this time.

He thinks you should definitely change your majors if you don’t feel comfortable there, but he also understands very well that the pressure is great and you don’t want to disappoint anyone.

"MC, you just have to ask yourself one question, if you’re disappointed when you don’t act the way you want? Do you disappoint yourself if you put your own wishes back so that everyone can congratulate you for something you don’t like? Everyone will tell you that you made the right decision, that you did the right thing. But no one considers that they praise you for making yourself unhappy."

You didn’t expect such clear, honest and accurate words, but you knwow he’s absolutely right, he’s right with every word.

"Anyway, Jake, I just don’t want everyone to be mad at me and disappointed, they just want me to have good chances later."

"Good chances in the job?", he asks: "What about good chances in life, getting up every day and doing something you didn’t want to do? Maybe it will give you good chances in your job, but not in your entire life."

You sigh.

"Come on," Jake murmurs and stands up, kneeling on the floor in front of you until a moment ago, now he reaches out his hand to you.

"What are you up to?", you ask.

"To my study. I want to show you something."

When you carefully sit down onto his lap, he pulls you close to him. You lean back and immediately feel its soothing warmth.

Jake puts one arm around you and places his hand on your thigh, the other hand reaching for the keyboard of his computer.

"Major _____ Job offers"

And so Jake starts with you to scour the entire internet to show you all the possibilities.

He shows you that you have a lot more options than you think, than your family thinks. What you could do if you chose the subject you want.

He shows you how many more things you can do, that you can educate yourself, that you have alternatives.

He also shows you the possibilities of your current majors.

He creates a list and compares what you are doing with what you would like to do.

The whole thing takes several hours. You talk, dream together about possible scenarios.

You explain to him what ideas you have and what you would like to do. But you also tell him about your worries.

At the very end of the list of your desired major, he writes "Satisfaction + Happiness"

At the end of the list of your current major, he writes: "Happy Family + Unhappy MC."

As your eyes run over the last two points of the lists, you can’t stop a few tiny tears from building up in your eyes. It’s just a heavy and stressful situation.

"We can create a pro and contra list if you want. But then I just have to insert the last two sentences and we have the result." he jokes.

You turn a little to look at him.

When he sees your tears, his gentle smile immediately disappears from his lips and changes into a worried face.

"MC, I’m sorry if my actions were inappropriate and I made it worse. I didn’t want to increase the pressure on you, I -"

You interrupt him quickly. "No, no, no, everything is okay. It’s just the general situation and my uncertainty about what to do. I know you’re right, but still; it's hard."

"I know it’s hard, and I don’t want to offend you, I don’t want to offend your family, but do you think that’s fair? What’s happening right now? That the pressure and your uncertainty is so great that you have to cry? Although it could be much easier."

His eyes radiate absolute and unconditional love that almost makes you sigh as he bends forward to breath a feather light kiss on your lips.

"I just want you to know, MC, no matter what you decide, I will support you."

"Thank you" you whisper and this time it’s you who kisses him.

"Come." he demands again: "I think for today it’s best if we finish the topic. We can watch a movie or a series, whatever your preferences are. I suppose a little distraction will be good for you."

Jake will keep his words for the rest of the day and do everything he can to relax and clear your mind a little.

He will watch with you your favorite series or your favorite movie. Or listening to your favorite music.

He will make you a steaming cup of your favorite warm drink.

He will order Chinese for both of you and prepare a bathtub for you during the time you wait for the arrival of your dinner.

He will sit with you in the bathroom and you will talk about everything you can think of, no matter how trivial it is.

The rest of the evening you will cuddle and Jake will always keep you in a protective position. As if he wanted to protect you from negative thoughts and stress. As if he were creating an invisible space where is no place for these thoughts, for stress and uncertainty.

And he manages to distract you completely and makes you, as always, the happiest person in the world.

"Thank you for being by my side and helping me"

"Thank you for allowing me to be by your side"

When you come home from a busy morning of studying, your relaxation is almost completely lost. But only almost.

Because you still have to smile when you think back to yesterday’s hours when Jake carried you, even more than usual, on hands and did everything for your well-being.

"I’m home" you call into the apartment after you locked the door behind you.

Jake immediately comes out of his study.

He smiles affectionately at you, happy about your return.

After he greeted you with a kiss and asked you how your previous hours had gone, he silently looks at you.

You believe to see something like discomfort and caution shimmering in his face.

"Is everything okay?" you ask Jake.

He clears his throat "First I want to say you can refuse the conversation if you want, don’t feel forced or pressured. You can reject the conversation or decide when you want to do it"

"What kind of conversation?" Confused you raise your eyebrows up.

"I found someone on the Internet. Someone who was exactly in your position a few years ago. Someone who had trouble deciding between the majors that are in your head, and I arranged a conversation. You can ask questions, learn about both majors and listen to his decision. I thought it might be good if you could talk to someone who understands you better and knows what he’s talking about more than I do. But only if you're interessted."

You almost want to start crying again as soon as you see Jake’s slightly nervous look.

"Jake-" you start but he interrupts you.

"I’m sorry if my behavior is intrusive and too much, if I only aggravate your situation and put you under pressure. That is certainly not my intention."

You can’t help but giggle: "Jake, don’t worry so much, I’m very grateful that you’re doing this for me. And I think I’d like to take the opportunity for the interview."

Jake’s face lights up immediately and he looks relieved.

"I am very happy that you think so, the conversation can take place whenever you want, everything has already been prepared."

Three hours later, you come out of Jake’s study, smiling.

The young hacker sits with his laptop on his lap on the couch and seems to be working. He had left his study for you to be able to have a camly conversation and experience everything on your own, without the presence of another person who could be a distraction.

"As I see, your talk seems to have been good," he greets you.

You nod, smiling: "Yes, I haven’t decided yet, but the conversation gave me a lot of hope."

You sit down next to him one the couch and lean your head against his shoulder.

"Thank you for supporting me and doing so much for me."

Jake closes his laptop to put it aside and then wraps an arm around you.

"I would do anything for you, MC." he whispers before he gives you a kiss on the hairline. "And as I said, I will support you as much as I can, I just want you to be happy."

Until you make a decision, you’re gonna talk to Jake a lot about it.

He will go through the lists with you again and again, as well as the notes you made during the conversation. He will support you wherever he can and will try to make your decision as easy as possible.

Even if the decision is anything but easy, with Jake at your side and with his support it’s definitely a little easier.

"You’ll never have to be alone, MC. I love you."

| Masterlist |

A/n: I’m very sorry you found yourself in this situation, Anon. I hope that everything has come as you want it and as you feel comfortable.I wish you all the best in the world. ❤️

[honey-milk-depresso]

Hi, can I have headcanons with octatrio (fem mc if it's possible) where we are dating them for a long time? Like, I want to know if they become more comfortable around us (example: feeling free to talk about literally anything no matter how weird the topic is or how weird is the thing they like, being more open and showing their real concerns/feelings towards a situation, but only to their s/o)

Hmm, that's a really interesting ask! I'll make this gender neutral however, so hope you don't mind! ^^ It was really long-

Octavinelle dating relationship: Closeness

Azul Ashengrotto

I think Azul would be really sweet, and quite cheesy and smooth when he starts dating you.

He acts like a gentleman, being so charismatic and confident in front of you. Real classy, you know?

But that's only the beginning. That's just the beginning of the relationship.

The deeper you dwell down the path of the relationship with him, he starts being a little more comfortable in showing his touched starved side. Before getting close to him, he would keep his physically affectionate self to himself.

Each kiss on the palm he gives you yearns to meet your lips one day, but he's too shy to even initiate it. He needs a little more time to do so.

And Azul starts to get really sappy. And also easier to fluster.

He might intimidate you a little bit during the first flights of your relationship, but trust me, you'll soon find yourself making Azul become a blushing mess.

Holy heck-

it is adorable.

Of course, when he starts getting really close to you, he's more comfortable crying in front of you. He's embarrassed when he cries in front of people, especially in front of his own lover. It just makes him feel weak, but once he knows you welcome him fully with open arms, he pours all his emotions out.

He would also be able to rant a lot. He really needs to get things off his chest. His cool demeanor just hides a lot of how he's feeling. Usually only the twins get to see his frustration, but he'll be a lot more expressive when it comes to you, and he hopes you don't mind him doing so.

He's sensitive, but he hides it. He would finally share his insecurities about himself, your relationship with him and how he feels insecure about himself saying there's so many better people than him you could've date.

Tell him that you love him more than anything else: with words, touch, service, every love language there is, and trust me when I say this, you'll be on the right path with him.

Jade Leech

To me, Jade is also like Azul at the beginning of the relationship. He's charismatic, smooth, a gentleman, and he's overall just the polite, doting boyfriend he can be in the beginning.

Like Azul, he initiates very light and subtle affectionate touches such as placing a kiss on the back of your hand, gently placing a hand on your back to guide you to class before parting ways. Stuff like that.

Getting closer to Jade would result in light random facts about mushrooms with him on a daily basis, and how they were doing.

"My leather coral toadstool's doing quite well. Did you know leather corals are found in shallow water reefs and lagoons. Oceans and seas of the tropical zone are the habitats of toadstool coral reefs. A fungi close to home. That touches my heart~"

Just a little dorky, and a mushroom nerd. Just a little.

He also starts getting a little more affectionate, such as placing a light, quick kiss on your forehead and holding hands. Well, he looks more like escorting you to class if anything. But progress!

Jade has a lot of layers to him, each one pleasantly surprising than the last.

Getting really close with him, and he trusts you with his mushrooms.

Yes, he loves you a lot, but his mushrooms are also everything. He can't have ANYONE touching them without consent. He finally trusts you to look after his mushrooms, and he shows you how! Be careful with them! If you don't- nah, he still loves you-

You have to be extremely close to Jade in order to let him express his more sensitive self. Unlike Azul, it takes a lot to get Jade to finally shed a tear in front of you. Just because he's never seen as an emotional person doesn't mean he won't cry. It's inevitable.

When someone who was a former victim of Azul's totally trashed his mushrooms, he was so sad. Like, his heart really shattered. All that hard work, all wasted, and they were precious to him.

He wouldn't be a sobbing mess, more of a silent type, where he would gasps when choking on his tears, and even his tears aren't big tear blots formed. They're like small pearls slowly one by one rolling down his cheeks.

He feels a lot better when you settle him down, letting his head rest on your shoulder as he buries himself in your warmth. Now you could see he truly puts all his love and faith in you.

Floyd Leech

Unlike the other two mentioned, Floyd is already hugging you, placing soft kisses all over your face with no problems. He's naturally just really affectionate.

Floyd is all giggly with you, and maybe a little pouty when you don't hug him back, but all is good- don't worry-

He will still have his mood swings, though, and at the beginning of the relationship, he wouldn't warn you enough. So sometimes you two could be a little distant for awhile, and Jade would have to assist you in having Floyd back in his usual cheery self. And while it works, he still might not warn you enough.

But of course, when you to get close, Floyd is actually kind of calmer. Like he wouldn't be all cheery and energetic in a sense like he would usually do everyday, but sometimes he would also prefer just resting his head on yours, wrap his arms around you and just.. do nothing afterwards, just mumbling incoherently as he kisses your neck.

Like, his lazy yet affectionate side, ya know?

Also expect Floyd to gush about his day non stop. Like even at the beginning of the relationship. But now, he's just a lot more talkative about it. And when he feels moody, he's a little more open about telling you, and that he wouldn't all of a sudden shut himself out.

But still. The relationship is not really much yet. There's still a long way to go.

Being so close with him... you actually get to see what he's really insecure about.

Like how he always feel everyone sees his brother as "better than him" and that he's just childish and intolerable. He feels different, and most importantly, he feels like himself. And he's super upset that people can't seem to accept his own self.

Also, Floyd is actually really mature, but he just wants to be what he wants to be: a happy and curious eel. He feels... really sad.

And on days where he just can't take it, his moments of just crying to you about it really makes him feel better. He rants about it, sobs about it, he can thrown pillows everywhere, fist clenching the sheets in frustration, but all that matters is that he's finally able to be comfortable doing it in front of you. He just wants to hug you and let his tears flow down and just never let you go and feel your warmth. It makes him... happy.

And that can tell you he's an eel truly in love with you.

[zmayadw]

How bout this

Pairing : Jake x MC

I don't care the genre, but I want a scene where Jake and MC sit against the opposite side of a door

Home

Summary: Jake gets worried when he comes back to the appartment and can't find Mc.

Pairing: Jake x Fem!Mc

Genre: mix of hurt/comfort/fluff

Words: 1420

Warnings: I believe none, but feel free to correct me if you find something!

A/N: Thank you for sending the request dear! I apologise for making you wait this long for it, and I hope you will somehow find it likeable! 💚

After his tenth call in the last fifteen minutes again went straight to her voice mail Jake curse out loud and throws his phone on the table with a desperate sigh. He was worried sick by now not knowing where Mc was.

Everything was fine when he left in the morning, and now, not even two hours later he was close to entering panic mode. When he got back the apartment was empty, she left no note or anything, and his every failed attempt in reaching her by calling resulted in that panic intensifying.

„Where are you?!?“ he almost cries out nervously pacing around. But when his gaze fell on the screen of his laptop he stops in the spot and his eyes widen. In an instant everything was clear to him, and he shakes his head with a chuckle „You silly girl.“

He knew exactly where he will find her. Quickly walking to his laptop, with a few clicks he prints out the document that was open on it and without any more thoughts grabs his keys and rush out of the apartment.

~ ~

„You got some nerves showing up here!“ Jessy's tone was like ice when she opened her doors and the look she gave him was deathly.

„Please, Jessy, just let me talk to her, she got it all wrong!“ Jake says and takes a step to try to walk past her, but Jessy block the door with her body „Hell no! I'm not letting you anywhere near her!“

„Oh, for the love of it!“ he breaths out irritated and reach for the folded paper in his pocket „Here.“

Jessy defiantly cross her arms at her chest with no intention to take it and raise an eyebrow at him, making him roll his eyes „Just take it and check it, will you?.“

„Fine!“ she snaps and snatch the paper from his hands and starts to unfold it. A short moment later her eyes widen „Uh-oh.“

„Uh-oh indeed.“ Jake repeats and she lifts her head from the paper to look at him. „Think you can let me in now so I can talk to her and clear this thing up?“ Nodding, she moves sideways to let him pass „Bathroom, down the hall, second door on the right.“

He hastily walks past her and stop in front of the bathroom doors. Reaching for the knob he turns it and slowly stars opening them „Mc? It's me.“ He barely managed to open the doors a little when she slammed them with such force from her side, pushing him backwards, his back hitting the wall behind him.

„What the... Mc, what are you doing?“ he raise his voice a little after composing himself and reach back for the knob. But this time the doors don't budge. „Mc, unlock the doors.“

„No!“ she yells back from the other side „Leave me alone!“

„Mc, come on, it's not how you think! Please, can you open the doors so we can talk?“

„There's nothing to talk about, I understand perfectly!“

„No, Mc, you really don't. Please, open the doors, I feel silly taking to you like this.“

„You feel silly? You?“ she yells from the bathroom „And how do you think I feel after – after – what I saw?“

He didn't need to see her to know that she started crying, which just made him more determined to get her to open the doors „Mc, please don't cry. Just, come out and talk to me.“

„Why?“ her crying voice sounds back „So you can tell me to my face that you're leaving me?“

„Mc, that's – it's not like that.“

„Ha, you don't even have decency to admit it! Screw you, Jake!“

„I – I...“ he starts, but he didn't know what to say anymore. He just moves from the door until his back hit the wall behind him and slides down on the floor.

All this time, Jessy stood silently and motionless by the front doors, but when she saw Jake desperately sliding with his back down the wall to the floor, she couldn't stand it any longer, she had to help the poor man.

She hastily strides to the bathroom doors and drops down on her knees, sliding that paper she was still holding under the doors „Mc, honey, can you do me a favore and check this, please?“

„I saw this already, Jessy! Don't tell me you're taking his side now?!“ Mc yells back after a few seconds.

„I know you did, honey. But, just check it again, will you? Do it for me, ok? Just – just read it really, really carefully this time, all right?“ Jessy turns her look towards Jake and lifts her hand to show him her fingers crossed before moving to sit and lean on the wall next to him.

There was no sound coming from the bathroom for a long time after that, and that made Jake feel on edge. He knew how stubborn she can be when her mind is made up on something, and he was afraid that she won't listen to Jessy either and just continue to believe that what she thought she saw was correct.

Suddenly, there was the sound of doors unlocking and both Jake and Jessy excitedly jump back up on their feet but don't dare to move from their spot. And when Mc finally opened the door and showed her face, his heart sank so low at seeing her puffy and red eyes.

She looks at him and sniffs „Uhm, so, there's two plane tickets? Not one?“

He smiles softly and takes a small step towards her „Ofcourse it's two tickets, silly. If you only scrolled a bit down you would have seen that right away.“

„So I was wrong? You're not leaving?“

„No, you weren't wrong, I am leaving.“ he says and she frowns „But – but I thoug..“ but he cuts her off „And I was hoping that you would come with me.“

She falls silent at his words and her face looked so confuesd, he chuckles and takes another step closer taking her hands in his „Let me finally explain it to you, all right?“ he offers and she nods in agreement. Taking a deep breath, he looks her straight in the eyes and smile „I'm going home, Mc.“

His words got her breath caught half way, and she watched how his eyes started to shine with some special glow she never saw until now before he continued talking.

„After so many years of running and hiding, I am a free man, Mc, and I can finally go back home. I feel excited about it like a little kid, but at the same time it scares the shit out of me. I have no clue what will wait for me there, and there's only one thing that could help me feel so much less scared in doing so.“

„And what's that?“ she asks with a trembling voice.

„To have you right there beside me to hold my hand.“

She could barely keep the tears from falling – how could she be so stupid to even think that he would leave her. And when she felt one tear finding its way out and rolling down her cheek, she throw her arms around his neck and pulls him in a tight hug, hiding her crying face into his neck „I am so, so sorry for ever doubting you and thinking you would leave me. I'm such a fool.“

He chuckles closing his arms around her „Might be, however you're my fool and I love you nonetheless.“

She manages a small laugh at his comment, before she feel his hands moving to her side and moving her away from him so he could look at her. „But you still didn't give me an answer.“ he says looking intense at her „So, what do you say, will you go with me?“

She smiles through her tears „Ofcourse I will go with you. And I will hold your hand the whole way.“

„Thank you.“ he breaths out and pulls her back to him kissing her so fiercly and passionately, she could feel the extent of his gratitude and relief with her answer in the kiss that no words could possibly describe better.

And although he was extremely happy and excited that he could once again after so long go back to the place he called home all his life, he realised, right in this moment, with Mc in his embrace, that he already was.