#for the other mc (cause yeah Lucy is too don’t mess with me) she has celestial magic which is that she has magic key that summon spirit

[juvian]

Not a lot of FT fandom members follows me, but I’m thinking about doing pokemon team for the characters again (did it once but more gen came out and never post it anyway) but i hesitating on going the vibe route (like anything I think they would like) or going by matching their types with their magic

[cuinnamonbun]

I really love ur headcanon about Hijabi Mc with the brothers! I really love it cuz there is no one writing about us in any fandom =(

I was thinking would u do the (un)datebale characters with Hijabi Mc if u can ? =3

If u don’t want then u can ignore the ask 🖤

Hello there, angel! I assume you meant the chaotic Hijabi MC headcanon that I wrote, so I hope you enjoyed these xx

she/her pronouns!!

The (Un)Dateable Characters' + Luke’s Reactions to a Hijabi MC That Looks Extremely Pious and Quiet but is Actually a Chaotic Mess

Diavolo

As future king of the Devildom that wishes to strengthen the relations between the three realms, prejudice and discrimination against the human exchange students’ choice of religion is a HUGE no-no

Diavolo would not mind the fact that she is wearing a symbol of her devotion to God on her head, but he would be so intrigued by this human at first meeting

Not about her religion, of course, he is well aware of all the religions in the world; Abrahamic religion being the one he is most familiar with (obvi)

What excited him was the fact that this human was so. friggin. hilarious.

He’s not even sure if this human is doing it on purpose because something would happen that would catch her off guard and she would just say?? the most random shit???

Like say, she got jumped by Mammon and her response to that would be a monotone scream and a “sTOP i could’ve dropped my croissant!” but she was actually genuinely startled

He’d be so fascinated like wow! Go girl, give us nothing!!

He would invite her over for tea so many times just so she could explain slang to him

Diavolo: Tell me MC, what is the meaning of DILF?

Due to personal reasons, MC will now be passing away

He would abuse the usage of slang everywhere and he would be so excited to finally understand what Leviathan is talking about

Lucifer: Diavolo, we must talk about the student council budget

Diavolo: That wasn’t very cash money of you

Lucifer: ....excuse me?

Diavolo: Periodt okurrr slay queen

MC has to go hide to avoid being slaughtered like a sacrificial lamb by Lucifer

Diavolo would be also be curious and impressed at the intricate planning of each and every one of her pranks

Like sure, it may be annoying to be the one at the receiving end of it, but understanding the details behind it?? All the logic, physics and patience put into it just to ensure a flawless delivery??? Absolutely stunning

MC has him mesmerised

He would absolutely want to learn the art of pranking from her

Honestly, at this point it’s no longer the human exchange student and the Devil King, it’s now the mentor and the mentee

Lucifer has to demand MC to stop teaching him these things for the sake of his sanity because it’s taking him away from his royal duties that’s keeping the Devildom from falling apart

They still meet up in secret though screw you, Lucifer

Barbatos

This is another demon whom would not mind the fact that their chosen exchange student is a Muslim

Lord Diavolo’s reputation hangs on this exchange program going extremely well, he would not let simple prejudices put a smear on that

He has prepared himself well to receive people from different walks of life just so he can provide all students a comfortable stay during their term in the Devildom

But wait...what is that human doing?

Oh...this poor man

Not only does he have to keep that ginormous labyrinth of a castle spotless and immaculate at all times and ensure that every event being hosted by the castle is going perfectly without a hitch, but he also has to take care of an overgrown man-child that is also known as the future king of the Devildom

Now, he has to make sure this...mess of a human doesn’t go stir up trouble anywhere?

Barbatos is a calm and collected man, but he’s still a demon; virtues aren’t exactly something they practice 

He would need to down three cups of melancholy coffee and squeeze a stress ball whenever he catches MC in her antics whether it is alone or with someone in tow

Somehow he’s the only one whom MC would find almost impossible to prank

Like she managed to catch Lucifer off guard once (that was her proudest achievement) but BARBATOS???? yeah, it’s like he has a pair of eyes on the back of his head or something

MC: *tries to sneak up on him*

Barbatos, not even turning back: Enough of that now, MC, come enjoy this tea I’ve made

Pranking Barbatos will become her number one mission during her entire term in the Devildom

Barbatos would be really amused and impressed at the lengths she would go through just to see that shocked look on his face

Why, it might even be—dare he say—endearing

Though MC will cause this man stress and grey hairs, Barbatos couldn’t help but appreciate her company every time she came around

When she’s not up to her daily shenanigans, she would simply opt to help Barbatos out with some of the chores or preparing the treats for a tea party with the student council members and the exchange program, even though he’s mentioned that she should do no such thing

But knowing that this girl is constantly energetic and restless, Barbs agreed to let her help since he would not want to deal with her breaking some priceless antiques or getting herself in trouble with Devildom law again

She helps to remind him that it’s okay to be laidback once in a while and that he doesn’t need to be so uptight all the time

These two have an unusual friendship but it’s only good vibes all around ^^

Before she leaves the Devildom though, he would pretend that she actually managed to startle him with her last grand prank and the look on her face was worth his reputation taking a slight hit

He totally has a soft spot for her

Solomon

OOOOH THESE TWO

THESE TWO ARE THE EMBODIMENT OF CHAOS ITSELF

Solomon and MC would be the best of friends man

The minute this shady sorcerer laid his eyes on her, he KNEW...this would be his new BFF

They would wreak so much havoc together that they give Lucifer a migraine the size of Lord Diavolo’s castle because they’re rUiNiNG tHe iNtEgRiTy oF tHE eXcHanGe pRoGrAm

Psh, as if that’d stop them

Honestly, it was like they each have one braincell that cancels each other out every time they get together

Lucifer: You two better have an explanation for this

MC: We have three actually. 

Solomon: Pick your favourite

Lucifer hates it whenever they get together and he would always try to prevent them from meeting up 

But his wits are no match for the power of their friendship!!

Solomon would defff try to persuade MC to get more pacts with other demons

Solomon: C’monnnn MC, we could be powerful! :c

MC: Bold of you to assume we’re not powerful now, bestie

So we have established that MC loves to pull pranks right?

She would have so many ideas on the top of her head that she would never use because 1) they either defy the laws of physics or 2) she would need magic to pull it off perfectly

So imagine her excitement when she found out Solomon is the greatest human sorcerer

She would 100% reel him in her plans and schemes and NO ONE (except the angels, they have immunity bc they’re babies :] ) would be safe from them

Despite all the fun they would have though, Solomon definitely treasures her as his greatest friend

I imagine life for Solomon would be quite lonely and he appreciates the constant joy and company that MC would provide him

He would definitely fuck a bitch up if someone dares to mess with his bestie 🙄

These two adore each other so much but they would be caught DEAD before they would admit that to each other 🤭

Simeon

When they first met, Simeon was so happy to find a person so devoted to God such as MC

He takes it upon himself to become MC’s guardian angel around the Devildom

He would helicopter them for a while and would (reluctantly) back off if MC finds it a bit suffocating 

(don’t be mean MC, he just cares about u alot that’s all :( )

This man is capital P patient

I mean, that’s a given with him being an angel and all

But seriously,,, one has to be in awe at how calm and collected he is even when MC would pull pranks that would cause a normal person to wanna punch the living daylights out of her

Eventually she would feel bad and stop pulling these pranks on him though, he’s just too sweet and she can’t take advantage of that </3

They would be really close though (along with Luke) because he would frequently invite her to pray the 5 essential prayers together with Luke or read the Qur’an together and it’s just wholesome vibes all around man 🥺

As angels, him and Luke would have such beautiful recitations of the Qur’an and I can picture MC frequently dropping by Purgatory Hall just to listen to him recite the kalimahs with the perfect tajweed (Non-Muslims if you’d like to hear an example, check out Sheikh Mishary reciting Surah al-Kahf, it’s beautiful man 🥺)

He would frequently invite MC and Luke out for walks too and these three would look so domestic together people often mistake them as a little family (much to the brothers’ chagrin and Simeon’s amusement)

Simeon has such a calming presence that he could even tame a chaotic MC down and have her sit still enough, it will be as if she turned into a completely different person

Lucifer, in his demon form: MC STOP RUNNING AROUND YOU’RE GOING TO FALL AND HURT URSELF

MC, violently shaking like a hamster on crack: U CANT STOP ME LUCI, URE NOT THE BOSS OF-

Simeon: Hello, MC! Would you like to come and have a pleasant chat with me? ^^ 

MC, as if in a trance: ...anything for you, Beyonce

MC is such a simp for Simeon and honestly, who can blame her?

Luke

Luke was extremely happy when the two of them met

This cutie is a proud servant of God and he loves humans who loves Him as much as he does

So it comes as to no one’s surprise when he attaches himself to MC

This would heighten when MC stepped between him, Beel and Lucifer during that,,,,incident

His favourite time of the day is praying in congregation with MC and Simeon and baking with MC

MC would steer clear from involving Luke in her pranks and/or outright pranking him

He’s just a precious little child okay, MC has a soft spot for this angel

She would definitely try to tone down her chaotic energy around him, but she would NOT hesitate to verbal + cyber bully any demons that dare to bully her child

Rando demon: haha shortstack

MC: So you have chosen death

Seriously, Luke would gawk at the obscenities coming from MC’s mouth

He would have to physically drag her away before the demons could devour them both

He would be absolutely SHOOKETH at the language she used because she has been nothing but sweet and polite to him. It was like she switched into a whole different person right in front of his eyes

Luke: MC! I knew living with those horrid demons is a bad idea! They’ve corrupted you now!! *crying Luke noises*

MC: Lil buddy, I was born this way

He would definitely feel really touched that MC is so protective of him though, but he would have to tell her to never say those words again, even if she’s trying to protect him

She would (hesitantly) tell him she would try her best but that would literally only last for half a day because another demon has foolishly decided to mess with him with her present

MC is Luke’s mother point blank period.

[drethanramslay]

High

Pairing: M! Sam Dalton x MC( Malaika Agarwal)

Word count: 4.7 K words

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forgive me if there are any mistakes

Coming to the engagement party was a bad idea.

Malaika knew from the very beginning that working for one of the hottest and most elligible CEO would have been a disaster. She knew that kissing him against the kitchen counter of his own home would have been catastrophic. His deft fingers running and teasing against the heat of her pussy in the backseat of the limo was problematic.

Don't even get her started on the blunder that happened on the dancefloor. She still remembered the way they were close to each other in borderline obscene ways.

But lately, these series of bad decisions have been one of the happiest moments of her life.

Yes you can call me boo boo the fool. Malaika thought to herself as she emptied the contents of another glass of champagne, to drown her misery and boredom.

The soft waltz music died down and she heard the feedback from the mic. She looked up and saw barbie doll standing there with her perfect nails and her perfect life.

"Thanks for coming to our fabulous party. This night is a dream come true for us. Sam is a dream come true for me." She raised her flute towards Sam's direction and fluttered her eyelashes.

Malaika scoffed. Is she for real? Did her fake eyelash poke her eyeballs that she if fluttering them like that?

Malaika was never one to be a bitch, hell she wouldn't even hurt a fly unintentionally, but the sexual frustration, her own feelings and the smooth champagne is not a good combination.

"This is so boring." Robin piqued as he took a sip of his whiskey.

"Ugh... Hard same. Is she always like this?"

"Yep. This is very serious business for Sofia. I heard that she even hired a ghost writer for the toast."

"Wow. That's pathetic. I mean how hard is it to write a toast for the person you 'love'?" Malaika asked, making air quotes with her free hand on the word love.

Especially when that person is Sam Dalton.

"It's only easy if you remotely like the person."

Sophia continued her monologue. " Same and I have been dating for only..." She proceeded to check her notes.

"Are you kidding me? Who the hell forgets when you start dating?"

"I know right? She even has her 'I love you' written down too. Imagine what we could've tricked her into saying if we'd swapped out her cards." Robin said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Malaika giggled. "I can definitely see that happening."

As Sofia continued to drone on about how much she loved him and yada yada, Robin provided her with whispered commentary which had her laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face.

Thank god for waterproof mascara.

They continued bullshiting each other when from the corner of her eye, she saw Sam step up near Sofia and kiss her cheek before proceeding to give his speech.

"Thank you Sofia and thank you to all of you for coming here to join us in celebrating our love."

Robin turned around to see him and scoffed, not even lowering his voice. "More like an arrangement."

Malaika's eyes widened. "Shhh Robin. I am not getting into trouble because of you."

"But you wouldn't mind getting in trouble for other reasons?" He asked cheekily.

A smirk danced on her lips. "Maybe..?"

Sam continued his speech, tears glinting in his eyes. "As you all know, I lost my first wife about five years ago... and for a long time, didn't think I would ever meet someone else who made me feel the way she did."

His eyes locked with hers and Malaika's breath hitched in her throat.

"But now I feel like I have a second chance at happiness again. I finally met someone who gets me. Someone I can't stop thinking about. Someone who lights up the whole room with her passion."

Sam... Are you even talking about Sofia at this point?

Malaika was frustrated by the 'hot and cold' behaviour Sam showed. One moment he is all over her saying things like 'I want to taste you' and then the next moment say that 'we can't'.

Malaika understood where he was coming from. She understood that this game they were playing was forbidden and dangerous but Malaika was never one to shy away from the adrenaline rush.

And on top of it, he is so possesive about me that he goes wild like a rogue buffalo when he sees me with another guy. Malaika snorted rolling her eyes.

"Awww I love you too boo-bear." Sofia squealed as she hugged him. Sam picked her up and twirled her around not letting go of her.

"Passion is not a word I would use for Sofia." Robin mused turning back to look at Malaika.

"...right." A frown tugged on her lips and and the longer she stared at her arms around Sam, the dizzier she felt.

If he thinks I am some weak bitch who will just sit on the sidelines and cry, then he is wrong.

She turned to Robin, who starts to make another snide remark but stopped short when he saw the determined look on her face.

A small smirk made its way on to his lips. "What? Finally want to join in on the fun? 'Cause you know I am down for anything."

The adrenaline, anger and alcohol surged through her as she came up with a plan.

Was it stupid? Yes.

Was that going to stop her? Nope.

As Sam continued his toast, Malaika turned her full attention to Robin. She placed her hand on Robin's chest and his eyes widened.

"What would you say to upping the ante on your little game with Sam? See how far we can really push him? All in good fun of course."

Robin gave her a thoughtful side-eye while poking his tongue against the inside of his lip. Finally, he chuckled.

"Consequences be damned. Let's do it."

In a fluid motion, he wrapped his hand around her waist and she leaned into him, which did not go unnoticed by Sam.

"As I was saying, Sofia is an incredible woman..."

Robin gave a grin. "Forget Sofia, you're the easiest woman to pretend-flirt with I've ever met."

"Back at ya, my partner-in-crime."

"I am hurt. I thought we could be partners and mor-"

"Shhh Robin, we are on a mission." She lightly slapped his chest.

Robin rolled his eyes. "And pray tell me what is the name of the mission?"

Without thinking Malaika blurted out. "Salty Sam."

Both of them snickered and Malaika punched him playfully. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Sam struggling to get a visual on what was happening between the two.

Sam continued his speech. "But, uh, what I like most about Sofia is... ugh, move, you big oaf."

"What?!" Sofia's smile melted into a scowl.

"Whoops." Robin said with zero guilt.

Realisation dawned on Sam, as he struggled to fix the mess he made. "I said... 'you're smooth as merlot'? Because you've always had such sophisticated taste in everything...? Except men, I suppose."

The crowd chuckled at the joke and Robin shakes his head. "Always manages to stick the landing."

"Let's take it up a notch, shall we?" Malaika asked with a wicked grin.

"I like the sound of that. Didn't know you were so bad."

Malaika opened her mouth to reply when Sam tapped on the mic and sent a death glare Robin's way which sent a shiver down her spine.

"A-hem. I know some of you are busy smooth-talking your 'flavor of the week', but all eyes need to be up here, thanks."

Malaika's eyes narrowed. How fucking dare he, that entitled jackass?

Robin raised a hand in apology as he shifted to face the couple again, but his lips found her ear.

"Uh-oh we are making the boss mad."

"Oops we did it again." Malaika chuckled under her breath.

"But do you know what will make Sam go completely berserk with jealousy?"

"Enlighten me, O' wise one."

"If he saw us leave together."

"Damn Robin... You really went for the throat, huh?"

"That's how we prey Malaika."

"As much as that fulfills your wet dreams, I actually have thought out what we need to do." Malaika reached and smoothly snatched the glass out of Robin's hand.

"Hey! Give it back." Robin reached for it again and he was dangerously close, his cologne surrounding her. Her eyes darted and met furious hazel ones, staring back at her. Sam's speech was long forgotten and his eyes were solely focused on her... And Robin.

That might teach you not to fuck around with me.

"Now for the winning stroke... Kiss me."

Robin's eyes widened and his jaw was on the ground. "Seriously? Now?" He whispered back.

"Don't you want to?"

"Hell yeah." With that he pulled her body flush against his and crashed his lips to hers. Malaika grabbed his shoulders to steady herself.

Damn... Robin is a good kisser. Malaika thoughts as he deepened the kiss.

They pulled back and Malaika expected Sam to be on the verge of an exploding, ready to bark at them for the unsolicited PDA, but he wasn't.

He just smirked and the glint in his brown orbs making her wary. He reached for Sofia and pulled her into a passionate kiss, his eyes not leaving Malaika's shocked ones.

Oh...

Robin was calling her name but it sounded far away, as if her head was dunked in a bucket of cold water, the reality chilling into her bones.

She should look away or close her eyes to stop the pain, but she just could not. He could see the pink of his tongue entering Sofia's mouth and she saw red.

"I think I had enough excitement for the night." She mumbled as she got out of Robin's embrace and reached for her champagne flute, and raised it towards Sam's direction, an indication that he won.

Congratulations asshole, you stomped all over the remains of my dignity and heart.

She set the glass down and headed towards the bathroom so that she could have a breakdown in peace.

"Hey you okay?" Robin asked, catching her by the elbow. Malaika managed to out on a smile and patted his hands. "Just peachy. I will just go and get fresh." She turned on her heels and walked.

But even as she walked away, she could feel a pair of eyes staring at her leaving form.

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She found the restroom like a oasis in the desert. It was completely empty and she finally was alone after hours of torture.

"It's okay.... You are going to be fine... Breathe in, breathe out." Her manicured nails were clutching the counter, trying to recentre herself. She looked up to see her reflection staring back at herself.

She was greatful for her russet brown skin for it could hide the bags underneath her eyes. Her onyx brown eyes looked tired due to the juggling between her work and her feelings. The only thing which had survived the entire ordeal was her dark hair with light brown undertones.

Under the soft lights of the restroom, her short baby blue dress popped against the deep bronze of her skin.

My life maybe falling apart but at least I look hot.

In midst of her washing her hands she saw Sofia strut in and stand in front of the basin beside her.

There are literally six other basins she could stand and do her gaudy makeup but no. Ever learnt of personal space lady? Malaika rolled her eyes as she continued washing her hands.

The quicker I finish, the faster I can yeet myself out of her highness' presence. Malaika chanted in her head as she reached for the tissue paper.

"He isn't going to love you."

Huh?

Malaika turned towards Sofia, with an incredulous expression in her face.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"I think you are reading too much into this."

"Please. You don't become the most successful heiress to a Multi-Million dollar Company by being an airhead." Sofia said as she reached for her face powder.

"I think the spotlight under which you stand has blinded you." Malaika said as she reached for her lipstick, coating a nice layer of Burgundy on her lips.

Sofia stopped what she was doing and turned towards her, a patronizing smile on her face. "Aw, aren't you cute. You think I didn't see that little game you had going on?"

"I was with Robin, what the hell are you talking about?" Malaika clenched her hand around the lipstick, annoyed by the fact that this bitch could see through her intentions. She maybe fuming on the inside but she had the perfect poker face on the outside.

"Oh naive Malaika. You both were so obvious that even the paparazzi noticed it. But, if you want to be a petulant child and continue living in the state of denial, then okay."

Malaika clenched her jaw. I am so close to yanking of her hair extensions. 

Sofia capped her lipstick and placed it in her clutch. She turned towards Malaika. "See, I don't give a damn about what's going on between you and Sam. But, I have known Sam for a long time and I have known that you are nothing but a momentary infatuation."

Sofia placed her left hand on her waist and the diamond ring glittered an underlying threat.

"Bask in the attention all you want, I am not saying no. But at the end of the day he is marrying me and it's my bed he going to be sleeping in."

Sofia walked up to Malaika and stared her down. Malaika matched the intensity of her stare, her height giving her the advantage of matching the intimidating glare.

"I usually get what I want, be it the good way or the crook's way. Nothing will ever stop me from getting what I want. So go, do your job of a nanny because that's all you will ever be. Ciao!"

Sofia turned on her heels and she walked out of the bathroom, leaving Malaika pissed to another level.

That bitch...

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Wow... Pardon my language but that bitch!" Robin exclaimed as they stood near the window, in the hallway talking.

"That's exactly what I said!! See, I fucking topped in biochemistry in NYU. I'm financially independent- I mean as independent as I can be. I already have job offer but it starts after six months and that too, in LA. So that's why I took up this job of a nanny so that I could save up enough money to move, pay off my student loans and have time to work on my thesis."

Robin put his hand on Malaika's shoulder. "I know it's hard M. Hell, I am called Sam's assistant when I am literally the Chief operating officer."

"Fuck the rich. Fuck capitalism. I hate this. I’m sorry for being such a Debbie downer," Malaika grumbled as she crossed her arms and stared at her feet.

"No its okay... I understand. If you need to talk, I'm here okay?"

"What would I do without my partner-in-crime?"

"Probably die of boredom?" They both chuckled. Robin put an arm around Malaika and squeezed her into a side hug. Malaika returned the gesture and laid her head on his shoulder as they stared out of the 40th floor.

"Things will get better M."

"You don't know that." Pessimism ringing clear in her voice.

"But I know you and I know that you are hell of a fighter... And that's why I know you'd be great in bed."

Malaika groaned and pushed him. "Dude, read the room."

Robin laughed and something caught his eye, causing the laughter to die down. "Malaika, Sam is here."

"A'ight, that's my cue to leave. Once again, thank you Robin." Malaika started fast walking down the hallway. There was a deserted service elevator which she could use to get away undetected.

"Malaika!" Sam called out.

Fuck my luck. Malaika cursed as she stopped in her tracks.

"Back off Sam." Robin spoke up stepping in his way.

"Robin, can you kindly fuck off. You are the last person I want to talk to after the stunt you pulled. What the hell were you doing with Malaika?"

"Why does it matter to you?!"

"She is not one of your dates. I won't let you take advantage of her just because she is vulnerable."

Is he on crack?

"Who said he is taking advantage of me?" Malaika angrily spoke up, her eyes blazing with anger.

That seem to motivate Robin because he stood up taller and spoke back. "Yeah, calm down, Mr Big Shot. I'm cleaning up your mess."

Shock coloured his face which infuriated her further. "What is that supposed to mean?"

The sheer audacity to pull the Pikachu face...

"Sam I- I just can't with you. Robin, good bye! I had a lovely time." She threw a smile Robin's way and he waved back at her.

"Malaika, wait up!"

This time she rushed into the open lift and pressed the close button multiple times before it started closing. Sam was still pretty far away so she let out a sigh of relief.

Thank fuc-

The door opened and Sam entered.

Malaika dragged a hand down her face, groaning internally. She was already in a bad mood and she didn't have the bandwidth to deal with mixed signals at the moment.

The next time I meet like luck character, she and I are going to have a nice chat.

"Malaika." Sam said, his eyes focused on her.

"That's my name."

Sam clenched his jaw in annoyance, and Malaika crossed her arms stubbornly. She looked the other way but from the corner of her eye, she saw how the lights of the lift casted shadows on his face, making him look sharp and angular, as if he was cut from granite.

"See Malaika I just wanted to know if you are okay."

"I am in the utmost state of bliss." The words sarcastically dripped of her lips and Sam's eyes narrowed.

"Oh. So is this how we are going to go about this?"

"What's there to go about? I am fucking done and I need to sleep."

"Fine." Sam tuned around and pressed the emergency stop button on the lift and it smoothly came to a stop.

Malaika gripped on to the railing out of surprised and threw a dirty look towards Sam.

"We are not leaving until we talk." Sam said as he stood opposite her. The lift was four feet wide, and the fact that they were in a metal cage, all alone was really distracting Malaika.

"You want to talk? Fine. Let's talk about how I don't need you to protect me. It's a party, and I'm a young, single woman. I could be up to anything or fucking anyone, and it wouldn't be any of your business!"

"I know that but-" Sam said in a perplexed voice.

"Do you though? You hired me to be your nanny, not a girlfriend. That's Sofia's job."

Sam winced. "I..I know that too."

Malaika stepped forward and poked a finger into his chest. "One minute, you pull me onto the dance floor, then the next, I'm watching your engagement speech!"

Sam stood to his towering height, glaring down at her. "And I can't stop thinking about that dance or about the way you were grinding that ass on my dick. Do you know how long it took me to cool down?"

If it were any other day, Malaika’s brain would have short-circuited with the words he spoke, but not today. Today she was pissed, hurt and ready to beat the hell out of someone.

She grew up in fucking Brooklyn, she isn't some weak bitch you can trample on.

Another jab.

"Here is your big fucking chance to talk so go ahead and let me have it! Tell me how ‘sorry’ you are or how ‘wrong’ this is."

"Don't provoke me, Malaika." Sam spoke through clenched teeth.

She didn't care. Another step closer, another jab to the chest.

"Why did you really want me here tonight? Did you want me to be here and see her all over you? To see you playing tonsil hockey game with her? Sorry sir, but that is not covered in my pay-check."

She raised her finger to jab him again but this time Sam grabbed her finger tightly.

Wonder how would that feel aro-

Not the time brain. Malaika chided her inner thot.

"No of course not! I just- I just wanted you to stay. For once in my life, I wasn't thinking ahead."

The alcohol and the day's frustration had caught up to her and she didn't care if she sounded snarky and rude. He already deals with Sofia’s jabs, so how could I be any worse? "Wow, what an earth shattering revelation. Yeah well, let me make it easy for you and quit."

"Don't fucking do that." Sam rushed.

Malaika sighed, leaning her head in his broad strong shoulders. She looked up and spoke. "Face the facts. It'd be a lot easier for both of us if we don't have to see each other every day."

"I'm trying Malaika..." He said as his touch ran down her arms, changing from hard restraint to a gentle caress, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Even though I am angry, how does this man manage to get butterflies in my stomach.

"Every day, I'm fighting not to let myself get carried away. I'm fighting not to touch you. I'm fighting not to do this..." He buried his head into her neck and placed a hot, wet kiss at her jugular, knowing that it's the one spot that drives her absolutely mad.

"...or do this..." His hands slid from her waist to her ass, groping them. A gasp left her lips and her eyes fluttered shut, feeling the sensation of his lips kissing the crook of her neck, his hands wandering and sqeezing and his growing erection against her stomach.

"...and I definitely missed doing this." He pulled her hair, forcing her to look at him as he crashed his lips against hers, an avalanche of desire unleashed.

Malaika returned the kiss with equal fervour. She reached to loop her hands around his neck to pull him so close that she was literally painted on him.

But that wasn't enough for Sam.

He pushed her against the wall, his broad and sculpted body completely covering her frame. His hands unhooked her dainty ones and pushed them against the wall, locking them in place.

"I want to fuck you until I can feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my cock." He whispered in her ear, before catching her earlobe in his teeth and tugging.

Malaika let out a moan her stomach involuntarily clenched, desire lighting up each inch of her body, as if a matchstick was thrown into a pool of gasoline.

"Keep making those noises. Can't wait to make you scream my name until your throat is sore." Sam spoke in a husky voice, his hand letting her go and reaching for the zip on the back of her dress.

Malaika reached to help him but he just pushed her hand away. "Just relax and let me do what I'm good at." Sam started kneeling down, and that sent her imagination into overdrive.

"And what would that be?" Malaika asked, her eyes wanton as he unclasped her bra, showing off her plump breasts.

Sam then proceeded to remove her soaked panties, and holding them near his nose to inhale her scent before snapping his dark eyes towards her.

"To devour you. To worship you. To make you come hard."

Malaika clenched her thighs and Sam stood up, smirking at the effect his dirty talk had on her. He stood back up, his hand running along her smooth calf, thighs and stopped to rest on her hipbone, gently massaging it.

His other hand cupped her face, his thumb running along the cushion of her bottom lip. "Is that what you want, baby girl?"

Malaika was an outgoing woman and rarely found herself tongue tied but here she was, at a complete loss of words.

Oh god...

So instead of saying, she showed. Her hand reached for his erection, and palmed him through his trousers. Sam's eyes darkened and he descended on her mouth with such passion which had her breathless.

And as if that wasn't enough, his fingers found their way to her pussy, which was throbbing with a heartbeat of it own.

It was a fight for dominance. A fight to see who could get the other to bend at their will. Malaika's hand flew through the buttons of his tacky suit, exposing his strong, broad chest with sparse chest hair. Sam hooked her leg against his hip so that he could get better access to her, his hands running along the smooth supple skin.

Malaika's head rolled and rested on the cool surface of the elevator, lost in the pleasure of his fingers rubbing her clit. She was so wet and she knew that his hands would be dripping with her arousal.

Two digits entered her and her back arched against the wall, her breasts making contact with his naked chest.

"Do you feel it Malaika? Do you feel how wet you are for me? Do you know how sexy you look right now?" He spoke lowly, his voice husky with desire.

"Yes sir." Malaika choked out as his thumb brushed the hood of her sensitive clit.

"I'm... Gonna come." She panted out which was a mistake because he withdrew his fingers.

"Asshole." She sweated.

"And what about it? You wanted to quit didn't you? I did it-" Sam was interrupted by Malaika grabbing his ugly floral tie and pulling him towards her.

"With all due respect, fuck me, hard. Don't hold back one bit otherwise I swear to god, I won't let you come."

"Turn around, baby girl." She obeyed, almost giddy that she was finally gonna be dicked down.

He grabbed her wrists which made her yelp. He took his tie and tied it around them, securing them in their place. It was just perfect, not too tight nor too loose.

Sam moved her hair to one side placed hot fiery kissed on her neck, lapping up the moisture accumulated. "Look at you... What a delectable sight. You will forget your fucking name after I'm done with you."

"I'm holding you to it sir."

"The more you use sir, the more it feels like an insult." Sam said, his erection digging into her backside

"You do you sir."

Spreading her legs, she heard Sam's belt unbuckling, which made her excited and increase her yearning to feel him. The moment Sam saw her twitching, he slapped her ass which caused her to let out a breathless moan. He massage the spot where he spanked her leading her to get impatient.

What’s the fucking hold up?

"Stop fucking standing there with your junk in your hand you- holllyy shitt." She was interrupted as she felt Sam's dick rub against her walls, coating them with her arousal.

Grabbing her waist tightly, he entered and Sam rumbled in approval, enjoying the way her walls clenched and unclenched around him.

"You feels so good Malaika. Almost heavenly."

Malaika pressed her forehead against the cool surface and let out a moan, a flux of pain and pleasure cursing through her veins.

"Oh lord..." She moaned.

He moved slowly initially, so that she could get used to his size. But once Malaika started get fidgety and begged him to fuck him harder, it awoke something in him. Something primal and something which motivated him to snap his hips and pummel into her.

In. Out. In. out. A steady punishing rhythm was set which had Malaika crying, from ecstasy. Sam's hand reached to grab her breast and roll her nipple, making them erect and heavy with need. His other hand reached to rub her which had her screaming due to the override of stimulation.

"Please don't stop... pounding my pussy... please." Malaika begged, feeling her climax coming closer and closer as she soared above.

Sam grunted, his lower spine tingling and his abs clenching, his need to release fueling his motions further. His thrusts became shorter and faster, which was just enough to push them over the edge.

Malaika screamed, failing to be quiet while Sam moaned out loud, and sunk his teeth into her shoulder to muffle it. The bliss lasted for what seemed like eternity, both of them clutching on to each other as they slowly floated down from cloud nine. Malaika was leaning against the wall of the elevator, her legs feeling like jelly.

Sam unbound her hands and pulled put of her, causing her to wince at the sudden emptiness. He turned her towards him, hugging her in his muscular arms. He ran his fingers through her head as Malaika sought solace in his embrace, her breath becoming normal after a while.

Sam kissed her forehead. "We will try, Malaika."

"Yeah... I am not giving up on you Sam."

"Thank you for having faith in me baby girl. Its a mess but, I am not giving up on you either.” Malaika smiled, feeling some sort of peace in a very long time.

okay so um yeah... here is your flask of holy water

this would have to be the filthiest thing I have ever written sike

I hope you liked it heheheh

like, comment, reblog and let me know what you think <3

[belpheroo]

Title: Untitled Genre: Hurt/Comfort, short bit of fluff. Pairing: Mammon x MC Summary: In which Mammon gets in trouble, Lucifer makes a half-hearted declaration Mammon then takes way too seriously and MC is there to make it better. Notes: I just like taking an insecure Mammon and showering him with affirmations until he cries. - MC Includes some of my headcanons about pact bonds aka emotional walkie talkie and pact marks appearing in the same spot on both MC and the bros. There is a passing reference to my other fic Between the Flash and the Thunder in this one, but you don’t need to read it to know what is going on.

In Mammon’s defense, he had done nothing that he hadn’t done before, so why Lucifer was so angry over some missing dusty old statue was truly a mystery. Lucifer turned a blind eye so often to his petty thefts and insurmountable debts to highly shrewd yet beautiful witches, but for some reason today was different.

He could practically feel the heat radiating off Lucifer’s body, a faint scent of sulfur warning that he could, at any moment, transform. Mammon knew better than to talk back in these moments so instead he waited with his arms crossed over his chest, head ducked down as if he could make himself smaller and unnoticable.

“You gave those harpies a relic of immense value.” Lucifer said, voice teetering between even and ragged, “It was one of the components that protects and seals this House from outside intruders… evidently… we have far worse concerns within!”

His voice raised to a near shout at the end, but Lucifer restrained it back, eyes shut tightly as he composed himself. Mammon felt his pulse all the way to his fingertips, clenching the fabric of his sleeves tight in his fists, focusing on the solidness of the floor beneath him rather than the lightness that threatened to swarm through his head.

“… I-I’ll get it back.”

“No. You will not. I will retrieve it. You can not be trusted to any position of responsibility. In fact, I begin to think I made a mistake entrusting the well being of our human guest with such an irresponsible lout.”

Insults were nothing, Mammon felt the blow of words meant in teasing and in earnest all the time… but this was different. His eyes widened, a breath caught in his chest. He wheezed trying to form words of protest, but Lucifer simply threw up his hand, silencing him.

“These thefts will stop. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah…”

“I will think upon your status as protector. Until then, if you so much as step one centimeter out of line—“

“I got it, okay? …I got it. I’m sorry.” Mammon hurried to change his tone and must have appeared sufficiently abashed because Lucifer’s shoulders relaxed and he turned his eyes away from Mammon. That alone hurt worse than anything his brother had said.

“…okay. Good.”

As always, something softened in Lucifer’s features and Mammon could feel the regret mixed into his anger. It wasn’t like Lucifer enjoyed this shit and Mammon knew that… but thievery was a compulsion he wasn’t likely to kick for good anytime soon. Perks of being the Avatar of Greed.

“You can go back to class.” Lucifer said instead of what else was on his mind and Mammon did.

—

It was nearly impossible not to hide the sharpness in his breath as Mammon half gasped and half panted as he strode down the halls of RAD. Being away from the House was good, it got out from under the oppressive aura Lucifer gave off when he was angry… but in the back of his mind he kept hearing those words over and over.

…I made a mistake entrusting the well being of our human guest…

The thought of Lucifer taking her away from him made his stomach churn. He’d still see her, sure, but her concerns? Her needs and her wants? Those would fall to another brother. He’d be sidelined and unimportant, pushed aside. Would she make a pact with that brother? Who would it be? Asmo? Beel? Most likely Satan if Lucifer could stomach granting such a privilege to him. He was reliable, he was smart.

Mammon growled under his breath, pushing a hand roughly through his hair and tugging, trying to distract himself with the pain.

“Stupid, worthless idiot… shut the fuck up, stop thinkin’ bout it.”

It was no use. His thoughts were spiraling and his chest was prickling with tightness. His eyes stung and Mammon knew then, without a shadow of a doubt, he needed to get out of sight. He found an empty classroom just in time, forcing open the door and slamming it closed as he furiously began rubbing at his eyes with the back of his fist.

Why the hell was he so upset?! He didn’t give a shit about Lucifer being mad! Luci would posture and raise his voice and be rough and then by tomorrow he’d be apologetic … even if Mammon did probably deserve this scolding and worse for having stolen from Lucifer yet again.

But… but dammit just the thought of Lucifer giving her to someone else made him want to fuckin’ scream. He didn’t want them near her! She was his to protect! He was the one she should be comin’ to in the middle of the night, when she was scared of thunderstorms. He was the one who should be taking her around Devildom, the one she was glued to and brought her homework to when she needed “help”… even if they just played on Devilgram the whole time instead.

Mammon was so preoccupied with these thoughts he jolted when the classroom door opened and softly someone slipped in.

“… hey um— so. You like, okay?”

Her voice was quiet and strained, but he knew the human exchange student’s voice anymore. In confusion, Mammon turned and saw in the light that her eyes were red-rimmed and her cheeks blotchy… as if she had been crying. His entire demeanor shifted, brows snapping together as he stood up taller.

“Whose responsible for this, huh? Who messed with ya?”

“Uh? What? Dude. I’m not crying because I want to. It’s you!” She waved back and forth between them, indicating to something invisible.

“Ha…w-what? Me? The Great Mammon? Absolutely not, I would never be all weepy and pitiful and junk.”

She gave him a skeptical look, one well-groomed brow lifting and a smirk on her lips. She reached into the pocket of her RAD uniform and produced a handkerchief.

“Your nose is running.”

He swiped it with a scowl, balling it up and roughly scrubbing his face.

“It’s the pact. I can feel what you feel when you are close.”

Mammon grumbled some reply, but it was indecipherable behind the handkerchief.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No… man, this sucks. Just stupid really, but it’s gonna mess everything up.”

She nodded, not pointing out he had said “no” and then proceeded to begin talking about it. That was pretty typical Mammon behavior.

“I got in trouble.” He mumbled, looking away from her sheepishly, “…Lucifer said I ain’t responsible enough to be lookin’ after ya anymore. So… guess ya will have to get used to Satan or someone.”

The silence after he stopped speaking was deafening, but he felt something in his chest… a tiny twinge of anxiety similar to what he had felt before but… faded. Like someone speaking through a tin can on a string into his heart. Mammon risked a short sideways glance over to her and found she was standing rigid, fists clenched at her sides. Her glossy lips were pressed tight together, redness spreading from her cheeks down her throat like a lit fuse before she exploded.

“Lucifer can shove it, I’m not taking anyone else! He can’t make me.”

“W-well… I dunno, it might be better cause I ain’t exactly the most reliable kinda guy. Ya probably would be better off if you had someone else watchin’ out—“

“What? What? What are you saying? Like, I can’t hear you over Lucifer talking out your mouth!”

Not what he had expected, he’d give her that.

“Say sike like right now!!!” she demanded.

“Wha- wait?! Why are you mad at me!”

“Because I don’t hear you saying you told him no!” She said, crossing her arms tightly against her chest and huffing, “Because you are standing there talking bad about my best friend… I don’t want someone ‘more’ reliable or whatever. I rely on you just fine. You are…I…”

She struggled to get the words out, the redness in her face having little to do with anger now.

“Mammon, I want you. No one else. I don’t care whether they are better at the job or not, they will suck at it because they aren’t you!”

Relief was immediate, followed closely by sheer embarrassment as Mammon hid his face with her handkerchief, covering his nose and mouth and hoping she wouldn’t notice the flush creeping down his own neck now.

She took in a shaky breath, eyes going wide as her chest rose and fell a bit faster.

“Wow… wow, I can like totally feel that.” She said, voice hushed, “You’re so—“

“Shuddup!” Mammon groaned, tossing aside her handkerchief and dragging her close. With her face pressed into his chest, she couldn’t see his face anymore and honestly… Mammon couldn’t bare to let her see him, pact or no pact.

His embrace was crushing and no doubt not very comfortable, but she softened under his touch and gently her hands came up to soothe over his back.

It was too much. It was just too fuckin’ much.

“…you’re just so happy.” She murmured into his shirt and Mammon swore he could feel her smiling.

“What if I am?! W-what’s it to ya, huh? Human?”

She giggled, arms wrapping around him fully as she squeezed back as tightly as she could.

“You’re so weak… puny human arms. Nuthin’ compared to the Mammon.”

“Ohhh, can you pick me up!? That’d be fun!”

“N-no!”

“Oh, so you can’t? Got puny demon arms?”

Mammon wasn’t one to take a challenge laying down. Her feet lifted off the floor as he hoisted her up, wiggling and giggling with delight. She got her arms up between them so she could wrap them around his neck, hooking her legs behind his own.

“Whee! Much better.” She hummed, looking down at his very unamused face with a smile. She had succeeded in her goal of distracting him and Mammon knew it.

“...I ain’t got puny arms.”

“I know, Mammon.”

“You’re bein’ extra needy, human.”

It wasn’t true. He was the one who needed and needed and needed. Her affirmation, her affection… don’t look at anyone else. Don’t be with anyone else. Mammon was suddenly struck with the knowledge he’d give up every penny in his bank accounts if it meant no one else ever got to have her.

And he didn’t know what that meant, but he knew what she wanted it to mean right now.

“…I’ll tell Lucifer no.”

“Hmm? What was that?” She cooed, voice teasing and light.

“I said I’ll tell um no! I ain’t given ya up!”

She weighed next to nothing with his strength, but still he settled her unto the instructor’s desk, palms flat on either side of it’s smooth surface as he leaned in, caging her.

She kept her legs locked around him, but now she could put them around his waist. Her hands slid from his neck down his arms, coming to rest on his forearms where she kneaded and rubbed at the bare skin where his sleeves were rolled up.

Normally, this kind of position would have Mammon a stuttering mess, but there was something determined and direct in his eyes, as if he couldn’t focus on anything right now but making sure she knew he was in earnest when he said what he said.

“I’m not giving you up either.”

Simple words, and yet she could feel where they pierced into his heart, leaving him half joy and half agony. Why did it hurt him so much when she spoke kindly to him? Mammon craved the words, but something held him back.

“You aren’t stupid.” She whispered, gently lifting her hand and resting it on his neck, watching as the pact mark began to appear exactly on him where it was on her.  Her thumb found it, pressing and rubbing in firm circles until she pulled a groan from Mammon’s throat and he tipped his head forward to bury his face against her neck.

She felt his lips brush her mark, a touch more than a kiss, but a kiss all the same.

“You’re my first guy… you’re my favorite guy. I like you best.”

She knew if she kept it up, she was going to make him fall apart… and part of her wanted to. Part of her thought it was exactly what he needed. Instead, she gently kissed the side of his head with a loud and pronounced “mu-wah”.

“C’mon! Let’s cut class.” She said, gently wiping Mammon’s cheeks with the back of her hand when he untangled himself from her. He sniffed once, refusing to meet her eyes and nodding vigorously as he got himself composed.

“Eh… Lucifer did say somethin’ bout not breakin’ anymore rules today.”

“I’ll tell him I was sick and needed company.”

“You ain’t sick!”

“I’ll tell him it was ‘girl troubles’. That one gets him so quiet you’d think I was the Avatar of Awkward Silences.”

Mammon laughed, rolling his eyes which were starting to look a bit less red and a bit more mischievous as he considered the possibilities of ditching. Taking the opportunity, she slid off the desk with a tiny flourish, spinning to fluff out her skirt before brushing it down resolutely.

“It’s decided! Two hellfire boba teas and chocolate newts are what the doctor ordered!”

She took his hand and he resisted only for a moment so he could relish the feel of her tugging him towards her and the sight of her pouting before she stamped her little booted foot on the floor.

“C’mooooon!”

“Alright, human. You’re buying."

[soheila-1996]

Wake up, Rookie- Part three

Paring: Ethan x F!MC

Warnings: Traumatic brain injury/ coma, panic attack. 

Word count: 1,549

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(Ethan’s POV) 

I can hear the commotion coming from inside Casey’s room from where I’m sitting. I hear them yelling orders as they prepare to shock her for the second time. I can’t do this. It feels like a nightmare that I can’t escape from, no matter how  hard I try to. This whole situation is like hell. Plain and simple. 

Abigail is standing  against the opposite wall that I’m sitting against. She crying and lodging a million question’s at Naveen who is trying his best to answer them but he doesn’t know any more than I do.  I shouldn’t have left. 

I get back up to my and feet and attempt to go back into the room but Harper is still stood there as Naveen tries to comfort Abigail.  Harper places a hand on my chest to prevent me from going in. 

“Ethan…,” Harper sighs, “They’ve got it handled. Just-” 

“Harper, please move,” I beg her, but she simply shakes her head. I know that she’s doing this for my own good. I don’t think I’ll ever get what I just witnessed out of my head but I need to do something. I can’t just stay out here doing nothing. I can’t stay out here listening to her mother crying her eyes out because she’s terrified of losing her daughter. I’m terrified of losing her too and right now that is a huge possibility. 

“Ethan, come on,” Harper scolds me as I attempt to get past her. I move so now I’m standing by the door, Harper grabs my arm to prevent me going in. she turns me around to face her, “You don’t need to see what they’re doing to her. You know that.” 

I ignore her and pull my arm out of her grip and go into the room regardless of what she just said. “Ethan!” 

 I freeze in the doorway; being out of the room for just a few minutes made me forget just how horrific this actually is. 

I feel Harper gently grasp my arm as she attempts to pull me out of the room. “Ethan, come on,” She said, calmly as she continues to tug. She pulls me again and I turn and leave on my own volition. 

I feel sick. 

I don’t say anything as I head towards the elevator and out of the hospital altogether. I run outside and stop near some trash cans. I can feel the vomit making it’s way up my throat. I lung forward, grabbing hold it the can as I puke my guts out into it. I don’t care who sees; I’m past the point of giving a shit about what people think. If I lose Casey, I lose everything. She is my entire world. My career, my home means nothing without her. 

“Ethan?” I stand up upon hearing Bryce’s voice behind me. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and turn around to face one of Casey’s best friends.  Seeing him makes me think back to what I just saw. What just happened and I realise that I just left her. I just left her alone when she needs me more than ever.  I- 

My heart is pounding in my chest. I can almost feel it bashing against my rib cage. I can’t- It feels like I can’t breathe. It feels like someone is sitting on my chest, restricting the amount of air I’m able to get in. I pull at the collar of my sweatshirt, it’s like I’m suffocating. No matter how hard I try to shift more air it’s like the less I’m actually getting.  Logically, I know it’s just a panic attack but thinking rationally isn’t something I’m able to do right now, I can’t breathe and I’m panicking. 

“Ethan calm down,” Bryce advises, except it’s not quite that easy, Telling me to calm down isn’t going to help me to calm down, believe it or not. My shallow, fast breaths continue to get worse. I can’t stop my brain from wandering back to what’s currently happening. Bryce steps forward and places a hand on my shoulder, “Ethan you need to calm down.” 

I manage to take in a deep breath, hold it for a second, and continue to do that for a few minutes with Bryce’s help until my breathing is more or less back to normal. 

“It’s my fault,” I tell Bryce quietly once I’ve calmed down. Both his eyebrows crease in confusion as he looks at me.  It’s so difficult to take everyone’s sympathy when I caused this and I’m sick of it. I need to tell someone. 

“What’s your fault, Ethan?” Bryce asks, growing more confused, “ What’s going on?” 

“Cas-” I pause, my eyes starting to water, “Casey went into cardiac arrest,” I manage to get out. 

“What?! Is she okay?” Bryce asked, understandably panicking. She’s one of his best friends.  I can’t answer his question; I ran away so I just shrug.  I ran away and now I have absolutely no idea what’s going on. 

“I don’t know,” I mumble. “I don’t- it’s- this is my fault. It’s my fault,” I quietly say. I can feel myself starting to panic again. Bryce moves to stand in front of me which gets my attention

“What’s your fault?” Bryce asks. I can see by the expression on his face that he’s pissed off that I left her but he doesn’t say anything. 

My eyes begin to water again. I can’t control it; I’m a blubbering mess just thinking about all of this. “All of it,” I tell him. 

“I don’t understand,” he says, shaking his head.  

I take in a deep breath and hold it for a second once I feel myself starting to panic again. Once I’m sure I’m not going to launch myself into another panic attack, I start talking, “We were arguing, she left and I- I didn’t try and stop her I- if I had then this wouldn’t have happened. Bryce, it’s my fault. I-” He puts a hand on my shoulder to cut me off. 

“Did you crash into her?” I shake my head. “Then it’s not your fault. If Casey wanted to leave then there was no way in hell you we’re going to stop her.” What he’s makes sense logically but it’s hard to believe right now. 

“I still should’ve tried but I didn’t. Now we’re in this mess and now I have no idea if she’s alive or not.” 

*** 

We’ve been arguing so much lately about things that don’t matter. I hate that this is what our relationship is coming to. It feels like I’m losing her. That’s the last thing that I want. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” I hear her whisper. No...surely she didn’t just say that she’s done. I heard that wrong, I must’ve. There’s no way- yeah, we’ve been arguing but she knows I love her like I know she loves me. 

“What did you just say?” I ask calmly. There’s still a chance I misheard, right? 

“I can’t keep doing this,” she responds. Her voice breaks as she speaks. This can’t be the end. We can’t have broken this beyond repair, we can fix this, we can- “I can’t do this anymore,” She says, cutting my thoughts off. She seems more confident in her decision now; her voice doesn’t crack although her eyes begin to water like my own.  

“Case-” 

“No,” Casey interrupts me, “This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be! We’re not meant to constantly be at each other’s throats, Ethan!  I love you but I can’t keep fighting with you. I think we should go on a break. We should have some time alone before we ruin this relationship for good.” It feels like my world has just ended. Like there’s a knife in my chest that she just twisted  again and again as she spoke. I can’t lose her. 

She doesn’t speak and neither do I as she gets her keys and leaves. I hear the engine starts and she pulls out of the driveway but I don’t move. I’m frozen in place; If I only knew that what was going to happen. 

*** 

(Harper’s POV) 

I’m now in Casey’s room. They got her back; she’s stable. Abigail is sitting in the chair beside Casey’s bed, grasping tightly onto her daughter’s hand crying with sheer relief. Naveen is also in the room with us standing on the opposite side of her bed. We’ve both attempted to get hold of Ethan to let him know that in no means out of the woods but she’s alive but neither of us has been able to. 

I spin around my heel, deciding that I’m going to go and look for the man when I noticed his coat laying on the floor. It must’ve ended up there during earlier’s events. I walk over and bend down to pick it back up when something falls out of the pocket. I bend back down to pick up the item when I realize that it’s a black, velvet ring box. I open the box once I’m standing back up to see the sparkling diamond engagement ring inside. 

“Oh, Ethan…” I whisper before shutting the box, putting it back into the pocket and leave the room in search of my friend, his coat still in hand. 

[starkatana]

Want You Back

Song Inspo: Want You Back – 5SOS

I just started playing, Obey Me! And I love Mammon as a character. I don’t really know whats going on in the story since I’m not that far. This just popped into my head, and I couldn’t get it out, and I had to share!

I aged the MC up so everyone is more college-age/esque. IDK if it was meant to be high school, but we’re going to go the college route.

Story: You go back to the mortal world after the exchange program, the feelings that go with it, and how Mammon wants you back.

Mammon x Gender Neutral Reader

Note: You have two moms and 2 corgis

Outside the House of Lamentation:

Mammon POV:

“Fucking rain,” Mammon said, wiping off the back of his hand on his pants.

The other brothers shared concern looks amongst each other. You had just left Hell for your home in the mortal world.

No one said anything. Lucifer was the first to start heading inside. As he walked back towards the house, he stopped next to Mammon.

“It doesn’t rain in Hell.” And he continued his walk inside.

Mammon brought his face up and realized his mistake. Tearing rushing down his face as his brothers slowly walked past him one-by-one, not saying anything. He hung his head low and let the tears fall.

5 minutes ago:

MC POV:

The day has come, your last day at the House of Lamentation. You finished your transfer year at the Royal Academy of Diavolo with flying colors academically and with no shortage of mischief and drama. You were leaving with plenty of memories. It was bittersweet to bid your demon family good-bye.

Everyone is outside to see you off while you waited for the light portal to appear. The six brothers and yourself in reminiscent conversation, while Mammon stood off to the side. You didn’t blame him for distancing himself. You had just broken it off between the two of you a few weeks ago. You pretended not to let it bother you, hoping it’ll help you heal faster. But it was just like him to stand off to the side to pout.

“Hey, Mammon.” You call over to him. He quickly looks over, as hard as he was trying to pretend he’s uninterested, his answer was immediate when you called for him. Also, you decided not to overthink it, you two did have a pact made and spent the entire last year together. Yet this is THE Great Mammon you’re talking about, if he’s mad at you, you would know. He just wasn’t good at pretending like he didn’t care.

He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Don’t ever change.” You say with a smile.

His eyes narrow, and he gives you a smirk before quickly looking away.

Mammon POV:

Say something, idiot!

Mammon racked his brain as he searched for the right words to say anything to you. Not to make you stay. Not even for you to take him back. Just anything so you know what he’ll miss you, that he’ll try to get in contact with you. Anything, so it seemed like he cares. Cause even though you broke up with him, he still cared about you. Although your choice was stupid, there was no way he was going to give you up that easily. Everything that went through his mind just sounded insane. He already messed it up a few weeks ago when you did break up with him, and he couldn’t trust his brain to come up with anything better than "k."

That’s when the light portal appeared.

All the conversation at that moment stopped, and everyone looked up at the portal, almost as if no one was expecting it.

“Well,” Lucifer began, “This is good-bye.” He gives you one last hug, and Mammon felt angry. Being Greed, he never shared his things, not saying you were an item, but he was pouting because you were leaving.

“Bye, Lucy.” He watched as you hugged him back and slowly went around the group of brothers.

“Visit us soon.”

“We’ll try to see if we can have you back during your holiday season.”

“Miss you.”

Everyone's voice, talking over another doing final good-byes giving their last hugs, made Mammon dizzy. You weren’t dying, just going home. He knew you were going to be back for visits here and there. As if Lucifer couldn’t pull a few strings with Diavolo.

“Mammon.”

Your voice takes him out of his thoughts. He looks at you, eyes, and heart feeling hopeful.

You hold your hand out, “Thanks.”

He feels his heart drop. Seriously? That’s all you’re going to offer him after a year of nearly being together, granted the first month or two it took a while for him to adjust to having someone boss him around. Just pull them in for a hug. He tried to bargain with himself. Kiss them! Don’t cry! He bit his bottom lip and had to make a quick decision, “tsk.” He looks away, but takes your hand and gives it a small shake.

“Seriously?” Asmo cocked an eyebrow at the two. Satan elbows him in the gut.

“We’ll miss you -name-,” Lucifer said one last time. “Hopefully, we’ll be in touch soon.”

You smile and nod, “Alright, everyone. Make sure to take care of each other.” You put your backpack on and taking one last look at the seven of them, your gaze lingers on Mammon longer, but his eyes won’t meet yours. You smile, “I love you all.” And you walk out.

The light fades away, and it’s just the seven demon brothers left with heavy hearts and happy memories.

MC POV:

Stepping out of the light column, you jump in your seat. You’re in your mom’s car as she’s driving.

“Bad dream?”

You look over at your mom. It had felt so long since you last saw her. You smile at her and shake your head no. “Sorry, I dozed off.”

She chuckles, “Don’t worry about it; you’re adjusting to the time change.”

“Yeah…I guess you can say that.”

You lean against the car door and look out the window up at the sky. You are seeing the clear blue sky above you and the sun shining bright. Compared to Hell’s sky, it was always in a transition state of yellow to red or blue to purple. The sky had one large moon during the day and two large moons in the evening. Seeing the one sun and the bright blue sky felt foreign, but you were home.

Your mom pulled into the driveway, and you saw your mom standing outside the door with your two corgis.

“Welcome home, honey!” your other mom greeted you from the front door as you stepped out of the car.

You smile and wave, feeling as if you had never left as your corgis come up to love you.

She came out and hugged you. “How was your time abroad?”

You were confused, but when you went to answer, you felt the memories being added.

Something Diavolo told you about before you went home.

“After this year, when you go back to the mortal realm, you will retain your memories here, but you will also gain memories as if you were living in the human world.”

“So, I’m living two lives in the same year as my life?”

“I suppose so.” He gives you a sneaky smile, “Paperwork is just so much easier this way, and no one knows you’re missing.”

“Interesting…”

“Isn’t it? You’re living a full extra year without even needing to take an extra year!”

This is what he must’ve been talking about. You remembered your time in Paris outside of the Eiffel Tower. The smell of the French countryside and the small town you took a trip to — the wine from the vineyard and tasting you had with your friends. Late-night strolls on the cobblestone streets with Mammon. You snapped yourself out of your memories.

“It was fun.” You told your mom, feeling almost as if it was a lie.

“C’mon! Let’s bring your stuff inside, and you can tell us all about it.”

Later that evening, after dinner, you close yourself in your room to unpack and unwind after your “trip back.” You stop and think about all of your memories in Hell at the same time the ones in Paris appeared. As you tried to remember something from your time in Hell, something from Paris came up, and they began to meld together. Even though you were sure, you and Mammon had never gone to Paris. You chuckled, memories, so weak and fragile. Yet, it was all we had. Lucifer would find this conversation so fascinating. Beel would’ve loved your parent’s dinner. Levi would be so jealous that you can go to all the anime conventions now that you’re back. You knew Belphe would love to take a nap outside with your dogs in the sun. Asmo and Satan would appreciate the story of how your moms fought for their love. You began to tear up, man, you missed them all so much already, and it hadn’t even been a day. And…you remember how Mammon would barely look at you before you left.

Now came the waterworks, you squished your cheeks together, how Mammon would make you laugh and tell you to live in the moment, how he would comfort you when you were feeling down or missing home. Then you broke up with him. The tears wouldn’t stop. You pull out your D.D.D., it turned on and showed you all the messages you shared with the boys, your voicemails, photos, it was all still there.

You open up your “mortal” phone and looking at it. There were all “your pictures” and “fake” memories of you in France with your friends and classmates. You put your phone down and look back at your D.D.D. knowing full well it wasn’t going to work in the mortal world.

You go to your chat with Mammon and just try to send a message, you type out “hey.” Slowly one button at a time, as if the screen would just shut off or shatter with a touch. You hovered over the send button. What if he doesn’t respond? What if he’s so mad that he just ignores it or just says something cruel and blocks you? You made up scenarios, scared and anxious.

Yet, all of these things would only come true. If it even sends.

What did you have to lose? You had already broken up with him. Your good-byes were said. You sucked in a deep breath and pressed send. The message went through as usual, and you felt pleasantly surprised like a weight was taken off your chest, and the ball was now in Mammon’s court. Your celebration was short-lived because another screen appeared saying “Message not sent. Retry?” You give a sad chuckle, of course. You pressed no and lay back in your bed. Staring at the ceiling all too familiar as you did in Hell, this felt unfamiliar. “I wonder how you’re doing.”

Mammon POV:

Mammon felt his phone buzz in his pants pocket. His heart skipped a beat. He hoped it would be you. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, and there’s nothing on the screen.

Phantom Phone. He narrows his eyes at the screen, hoping if he gave it an extra second that something would pop up. Nothing did. “I wasn’t expecting anything anyway.”

“Are you talking to your phone?” Beel blinked at him. Making Mammon feel as if he had finally lost his marbles.

Mammon, startled by Beel’s sudden appearance, just frowned at him, “Don’t you have a pantry to eat?”

“I do.” He shrugged. “I just saw you in here by yourself, thought to stop, and see how you’re doing.”

“Great.” He shoved his phone in his pocket and shrugs his shoulders, “I’m glad they're gone. Always making too much noise. Laughing too much…”

“Sounds like you miss them.”

“Me? The Great Mammon!” He laughed, “I don’t miss anyone. Least of all, a lowly human.”

“You two dated?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Mammon shrugged his shoulders and walked away from the lounge room and Beel.

Unintentionally and habitually, Mammon’s feet took him to your room. He stood outside the closed door. He felt like a dingus showing up in front of your door again. It had been just a few weeks since you had broken up with him, but he still walked you to your room, hung out with you, and said good-night as friends. Now that you were gone, he was agitated that he was still doing this. He frowned as he reached for the doorknob and opened the door. The lights were off, the bed was made, and the room was clean. Your stuff was gone, and the only things that remained were the basics that the room came with. Yet, Mammon could still see your room. He could see the warm Christmas lights that lined your ceiling for after scary movie nights, your large fluffy quilt blanket he’d wrap himself in after a long day, and you’d pet his hair.  He could see the three different pairs of slippers you had in your room ready for use at all times, and he’d steal or use just to see you pout. It was all gone as if it was never here, just like you.

“Dammit.”

He turned around and quickly walked towards his room, ignoring everyone. Getting to his room, he slams the door shut and falls onto his bed. He rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He turned his head to the side, thinking he saw a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye.

He remembered the freckles on your back and how he’d trace them at night or count them to help him sleep. How you’d be the little spoon, and he’d snuggle his head in the crook of your neck. Sometimes when you were in a goofy mood, your neck would be ticklish, and he’d just always make you laugh. Your laugh was music to his ears. He loved making you laugh more than he loved being the one to do it.

He shook his head. “C’mon Mammon.” He turned over on his other side, not to look at your side of the bed. He forced himself into the middle to sleep. Trying to remember what it felt like to not have you around and who he was before you.

MC POV:

“What? You’re breaking up with me?”

You roll your eyes to hold back the tears, “I guess I am.”

“I’m Greed! You can’t just break up with me.”

“Mammon! I’m going back to the human world. You can’t come with me. My D.D.D. isn’t going to work. This isn’t going to work.”

“We made a pact.”

“And I’m letting you loose.”

“What?”

And with those words, there was a soft blue light between you two that broke the pact you made earlier that year. The tears began to fall now, this isn’t what you wanted, but it’s what felt fair. You couldn’t stay here, and he couldn’t live up there. This was the only thing you guys could do. Break up, say good-bye, and meet in another life?

You were warned not to fall in love with anyone, and you tried not to, but there was just something about this loveable idiot that you couldn’t resist his idiotic charm.

Mammon grabs his wrist, “I’m always going to want you back.”

“This isn’t fair!” you cry as you throw your arms around his waist in a hug, “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“Shh.” He rubs your back, “We’re going to be okay. We’ll make it work.”

“No.” You pull yourself away from him. “I’m sorry, Mammon. This is goodbye.”

The look in his eyes and on his face hurt you. It was all you could see. What could you say or do next? This was the only way for you both to move on. After all, a demon and a human don’t belong together.

“Earth to –name-!”

Your mom’s voice pulls you out of your daydream. You shake your head to help you come back to reality. You’re sitting at your kitchen table with one of your moms in front of you pouring herself a cup of coffee.

“Not awake yet? Do you need another cup?”

“Yeah.” You rub your eyes to help you wake up.

“Man, you’ve just been in a daze since you’ve been home. Feeling wanderlusty?” she teased.

“Yeah….you could say that.” You sigh, feeling your heavy heart.

“Now, tell me about France. What was your favorite thing you ate? What was your favorite thing to do? You meet any cute people?” Your mom winked at you.

Oh god, she knows.

Mammon POV:

“You’re not going to the human world.” Lucifer sighed matter-of-factly, not looking up from his paperwork, sounding less than interested in Mammon’s issues.

“To hell, I’m not going!” Mammon slammed his hands on Lucifer’s desk, “I’m going up there to see them, and there’s nothing you can say or do to stop me.”

Lucifer stops what he is doing, and Mammon felt a cold sweat go down his spine. Without putting the pen down, Lucifer looks up at Mammon, cocks an eyebrow at him, and asks, “Then why are you here?”

Mammon stands up straight, surprised that that was what his brother had to say. He was surprised with a slightly puzzled look. Is this a trap? More questions raced through his mind. Do I ask about the consequences? Should I just shut up and leave? Lucifer knows now. So, no harm, no foul? Mammon’s eyes shifted from Lucifer’s cold, bored stare and to the floor. What do I say?! What do I DO?!

Lucifer cracked Mammon, a devious smile. He laced his fingers together and gently placed his chin on them. “Now.” Lucifer began, taking Mammon out of his internal dilemma, “If nothing is stopping you. Why are you asking me?”

Mammon grew a big goofy grin, never one to hide his feelings or true intentions. “I’m leaving.”

Mammon turned his back to Lucifer to leave and made a quick mental note that moving forward. He’s just going to do things as they come to him and apologize for it later. If he even remembers to apologize after his lecture.

“Mammon.”

“What?” he turns around to look at his brother, still at his desk, now leaning back in his chair with an ever so small and genuine Lucifer smile. “Behave~.”

Mammon gave him a wink and a quick sailor’s salute. Without saying it, that was Lucifer’s blessing, and Mammon was GONE before Lucifer could change his mind.

MC POV:

You had only been home in the moral world for a week, and life felt “normal.” As in, no one was stalking you like prey, you could go to the store without a demon brother as protection, the days were bright, and the nights were dark. Everything was just normal. You adjusted back to your home life with your moms and corgis as if last year was just a dream. Your Hell memories and your fake memories became one that you weren’t even sure if they were even fake anymore. It was turning into an ordinary day in your regular life.

“Time to go on a walk, buddy?”

Ein, the corgi, barked, excited as he jumped at the door and wiggled his butt in anticipation of you to open it. You laugh. “Hold on, buddy.” You put the leash on his collar and his sister’s. As you opened the door, there was a car in your street. That’s when you saw him. His tan skin glowed under the warm summer sun. His white hair shined under the sun’s reflection, you could tell by his posture and demeanor with him leaning up against his car, arms crossed, and smirk on his face.

“Mammon…” you whisper. You lose your grip on their leash, too excited to see Mammon.

“Bark! Bark!” Ein runs out the door and straight for him.

“Ein!”

You run after him. Mammon catches him and gets down to give him some pets. You walk over to him. Pinch me. I’m dreaming.

“How are you, my majesty?” he asks, looking up at you.

“I just can’t believe you’re here.” You were breathless; he was here and was real. You took hold of Ein’s leash as his sister his behind you, “but did you have to be so flashy!” You gestured to his Aston Martin, “In the middle of my middle-class neighborhood!?”

He laughs, standing up, towering over you. He throws his arms up in defeat, followed by a shoulder shrug.

You shake your head and start wiping away your tears past your smile.

“Ah! Why are you crying?!”

You laugh, “I’m just happy.”

“Heh.” Mammon gives you his Mammon smirk, “C’mere.”

You stand up on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him, “You’re real.”

“I missed you.” He wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head on your shoulder, burying his face in your neck.

“It hasn’t even been a week.” You let out a light laugh.

“I just wanted you back.”

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Thanks for reading! Now just imagine that after this, everyone comes up to the mortal world to visit and ruins Mammon’s alone time with you.

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Not sure if this spoilerish or already asked but - what's the ROs first reaction to realizing they're in love with MC?

Not spoilerish at all! You’re all good! (And I don’t think it’s been asked yet, either! :D)

Hmm… I’m also gonna take this a step further, because I was debating whether you meant while the two were in a relationship and realizing that it’s really ‘love’ in all the weight that carries, or if this was the RO realizing that they have feelings for the MC before any relationship has begun…

Which means more splitting up the answers! Fun times!

Finley: So fun fact about Finley- they’ve actually been in love with someone before. And by that I mean actually in love- a fair few of the ROs here have been in relationships before but very few of them would describe any of those as actual ‘love’. (Side fun fact: They’re actually still really good friends with said person.) As a result I feel like the first thing that would come to Finley’s mind is ‘Oh shit not again.’ And where it splits is:

In a Relationship: So they might panic a tiny bit at first but the thing is that… its the MC. They know the MC well, and have considered the MC a friend for so long before any kind of relationship past that springs up that… the panic would probably die down pretty quickly, after that they’d just be… well, happy. After all, what could be better than being in love with your best friend? (They’d probably also tell the MC as much, but wouldn’t really expect them to say anything in return- when/if the MC wants to say ‘I love you too’ is fully up to them.)

Unrequited (at least at that point): This is where that fear probably wouldn’t die down as much. Finley is the MC’s boss first and foremost so they’d feel the need to keep things professional, perhaps even more professional than before to sort of drive that wedge of separation between the two so that there’s a bit of distance between them. Added bonus to the fact that this is a lot closer to the situation with said person I said before, so that’s fun for them, too.

Raf: Okay so for Raf and Lucy I think I need to split these in a different way depending on the MC’s relationship with them in the past. (Which also kinda fills in whether it was while already in-a-relationship or not.)

Married for love: If you were to ask Raf he’d say that the day he realized that he was in love with the MC was one of the best days of his life (second only to them actually getting married, and maybe-probably tied with the day they met- he’s a sap). Granted, he’s not that far off, but also true is that Raf would’ve been a big ole mess- remember how I said college-age Raf was a lot more shy than present-day Raf? Yeah, he would’ve probably not said anything for a long long time out of fear that either the MC doesn’t feel the same way, or isn’t ready to hear it yet, or whatever else his mind can come up to justify him keeping it a secret for as long as is humanly possible. It’d be the kind of thing where you could easily catch him smiling goofily to himself but at the same time would immediately pale and come up with five or six different excuses of varying degrees of incoherency.

Married not for love and fell in love later (pre-divorce): Hooo boy this would’ve been awkward. Kind like with Finley this would be cause for an ‘Oh. Shit.’ moment for sure. Raf would become nervous, guilty, regretful, and overall just… very, very lowsy about all the situations that led to this being how and where he realizes he’s in love with the person he’s fake-married to.

Married not for love and fell in love later (post-divorce): Okay so essentially take everything I said in the pre-divorce one and crank it up to 11 (or 100). Now you’ve got post-divorce-love-realization Raf.

Didn’t marry: If Raf didn’t marry the MC beforehand then on one hand he’ll feel a lot less guilty about realizing he’s in love with them, however he’d still gain that sense of ‘Wow. Maybe this was A Bad Idea’ because… villain. He’d be kinda hesitant to tell them, and would generally just be wary of what the MC would say in response to him telling them that he’s in love with them… but on the other hand would really really want to if for no other reason than he just wants to tell them how precious they are to him.

Jacob: 

In a Relationship: If the two are already in a relationship and Jacob realizes that he loves the MC?? Well, boy howdy, would he go through a mini-emotional crisis. His mind would go somewhere along the derailed train-tracks of: “Oh god I’m in love with him. I’m actually in love with him. This is… this is great! Right? I mean, I feel great. I always feel great whenever I’m around him and I guess… I guess this is kinda why. So, yeah, this is… this is amazing! But, wait, am I moving too fast? That’s a thing that happens, yeah? People move too fast. I’ve been told I move too fast before so what if I’m doing that here? Ohh, oh no, what if I say it, and he leaves? He’d probably leave. This is exactly the kinda thing that creeps people out. Saying ‘I love you’ too soon is just… Okay, so I won’t say it. Unless… Unless that’s bad too? What if he’s in love with me- could he even be in love with me?- and he also thinks that he’s moving too fast as well, so he’s waiting for me to say it. And if I don’t say it, then he’ll think I’m not in love with him! What if he leaves because he thinks I don’t love him? So I should say it- but I shouldn’t if he doesn’t- but how can I know? I’ll just… I will… I- uh-… uh…”

Unrequited: Jacob is the kinda guy who falls hard and fast for someone. He’s used to being the first one to fall, or the only one to fall, in some cases. So it’s a familiar pain of knowing that he has feelings for someone and just kinda stuck in that liminal space where he has no idea whether or not his feelings are returned.

Lucy: 

Married for love: If there’s one thing Lucy is- it’s self-assured. Realizing she’s in love with the MC is kinda a no-brainer for her. She’s in love with them, okay, cool, she’s always known she has strong feelings towards them and this only solidifies that fact. For her, the real happiness comes from getting to see the MC’s reaction to her confession. The real joy comes from hearing ‘I love you too’.

Married not for love and fell in love later (pre-divorce): Lucy would gain almost a ‘sense of duty’ if she realized she was in love with the MC after they got fake-married. She’d know that this means she has to tell them, and become somewhat solemn in the fact that it would mean either the relationship ends or, hopefully, becomes something real.

Married not for love and fell in love later (post-divorce): Remember how I said in a previous one how this is where Lucy doesn’t really take the lead in this kinda relationship? Well, that factors in here as well, she’d still feel that same sense of duty to tell the MC… but she might actually also feel a sense of dread here, an all-encompassing fear that because of everything… everything else that happened there’s no way that they could ever return her feelings.

Didn’t marry: This would actually be rather similar to the pre-divorce married not for love one. Same sense of duty, same knowledge that it would either put a barrier into their friendship or bring them closer than ever before, this one is fairly identical to that.

Yolanda:

In A Relationship: I’m gonna assume that for this one the MC and Yolanda are in an emotional relationship because… well, she wouldn’t really fall in love with her otherwise. So if this were true then Yolanda would be terrified. Like I’ve said before she’s much more used to purely physical relationships and doesn’t have a lot of experience handling emotional ones. She wouldn’t really know what to do, how this changes things, how it should change things, if she should tell the MC or not… She’d be at a bit of a loss, not really knowing where things go from there. 

Unrequited: So if the two are in a purely physical romance when she realizes that maaayyybeee she’s feeling something a bit more emotional than physical Yolanda would, much like above, have a bit of a panic reaction. Granted, it’s a bit less here since in order for this to happen the MC would have to make it fairly clear she’d at the very least be down for something more than just a physical romance, so Yolanda would already know that the MC probably feels something in return. Ditto if the two aren’t in any relationship at all because the MC refused to have a purely physical relationship with her, but wants an emotional one.

Eileen: 

In A Relationship: Golly it’d just make her smile. Just a constant, big ole grin whenever she so much as thinks about it or the MC or… anything related to them, really. It’d be the kind of thing that’d leave Eileen humming to herself quietly because knowing that she’s in love with someone so amazing, and fantastic, and great is just… well, it’s the best feeling in the world, for her.

Unrequited: She’d be happy to know and be around them, of course, but it would also make things a little awkward and her a little nervous because she hates lying. And omitting the truth is like lying to her. So the realization that she has feelings means she feels like she’s gotta let the MC know that, but the thought of telling them such a thing would leave her jittery with nerves.

Informant: 

In A Relationship: It would be… a relief, honestly. The Informant is sure of very few things, but something like that he’d be fully assured of. It would really become the most precious piece of knowledge he has, that he loves them- worth more than all the information in the world. It’d be… nice, just to know that even in the most tumultuous times, he knows that he’s at least got that feeling of love to stay steady and true.

Unrequited: The Informant is used to keeping secrets, be it others or his own. It would make him look forward to dealings with the MC, but he wouldn’t feel any inclination to tell them at first. Sure, he’d feel some remorse knowing he won’t but… he’d feel that that’s a secret he needs to keep.

Ricky: Ricky gets a double-split for the unrequited bit due to the difference in paths with him.

In A Relationship: Ricky in a relationship actually isn’t that different, no matter the gender of the MC. Especially falling in love since he falls slowly, which would mean most of his whole self-crisis would be mostly dealt with by this time, and he’d already be pretty deep into the relationship with the MC. As a result- he’d just feel… happy. Truly and genuinely happy, knowing that he’s with the person he loves, and not someone he’s ‘supposed’ to be with. It would also be a kind of self-assurance, in a way.

Unrequited (Female!MC): With a female MC Ricky would mostly just feel agitated with the fact that he’s fallen for a reporter of all things. A filthy, poor reporter who constantly threatens to expose him to the public. Ugh. What a horrible distractions. Obviously these feelings are false and must be ignored until they of course go away. (Worse? What? Psh… No way, they won’t get worse at all. They’re obviously fake. You fool.)

Unrequited (Non-Female!MC): A non-female MC causes a bit more of a… strong reaction with Ricky. Mainly because this would one of the first times he really starts to question himself and how well he knows himself. It would elicit all the same indignation as before but with an added dash of panic and sudden-self-evaluation for spice.

V: 

In A Relationship: V would be ecstatic to know that they’re honest-to-goodness in love with the MC. You can bet that the first thing that pops into their mind is debating how they’re gonna tell the MC in a way that the MC wouldn’t forget- couldn’t forget, even if they tried to get a psychic to wipe their memory. This would the We Can Remember It For You Wholesale of confessions. Planning must begin immediately.

Unrequited: Hmmm… well, this is tricky for the same reasons the tropes are tricky. V doesn’t really feel an emotional connection with the MC when they first meet, but the attraction is definitely there. Not… much would change here, though? They’ve always found the MC fairly attractive, and realizing that maybe they want to take this further than just some flirty banter wouldn’t be all that much of a change for them.