#if this doesn’t make sense it’s cause i’m tired and this game makes me emotional

[itsslivernotsilver]

i think it’s really interesting how alina and lilith have a “i’ll find you in any universe” deal cause obviously there’s elster and ariane but also alina (presumably) wasn’t drafted in that s23 universe but she still met lilith in her own way by bonding with an elster unit

[randombush3]

Kinda miss Fleur and Alexia bickering 🫣 can I get a request a one short of them getting into a fight

sorry I took ages to do it - I've been trying to think of a scenario. I imagine that the dutch players have had a very miserable international window lol

[...]

I slam the door behind me. 

There are few things in life that cause me absolute devastation, but this week has been one of them. I’m tired, I’m angry, and, what’s worse, I’m resenting the fact that Alexia’s apartment is bright and happy. 

She smiles as she emerges from the bathroom, perhaps not hearing how I entered as I used my own key. 

I take it as smugness. (I want it to be smug.) 

“Hola, mi amor,” she says with caution, heading over to greet me after not seeing much of each other for the best part of a week. She must sense the tension because her smile dampens, victorious glow from winning fucking everything fading away. 

“Hey,” I mutter, tone clipped and curt and dripping with resentment. Alexia approaches, concern beginning to make her frown, reaching out gently to touch my arm. 

I jerk it away from her. 

For the briefest of moments, I feel a long-dead emotion: hatred. I loathe Spain’s success, am jealous of it, and it is not fair that it comes at my expense. Not when we are together, not when we are no longer enemies. 

It was easy to play against Alexia when I was her rival. I could tackle her freely and let my teammates foul her when she was too good to beat, able to watch on without remorse. Seeing her hit the grass brought about a vindictive, satisfied feeling, and I relished in it. 

Being her girlfriend is a lot harder, and it has been a while since I have had to play on a different team to her. It has been a while since we lost to Spain, but, just like they did in August, they have crushed our dreams once more. 

My dreams. 

The Olympics are more special to me than any other tournament, and will continue to be until the games are no longer valued in women’s football. They are my family’s history, the gateway into my relationship with my mum, and they are now out of my reach. 

I huff out a breath, struggling to contain my emotions. “We lost twice so we won’t be going.” I tell her what she already knows but she does not rub it in. “Jaimie is going to qualify.”

Alexia looks at me, piercing eyes seeing through the floodgates I have shut. She must realise that I have cried on the plane – maybe even that I hadn’t stopped crying since we played Germany, only reining it all in as I made my way up the stairs to her place.

“What do you want, Alexia?” I snap as she attempts to touch me again, blinking myself back into reality and hoping I don’t start to cry. 

Clearly, my wounds have not been nursed enough. 

Alexia recoils, hurt flashing across her features before she schools them into something harder. Her jaw clenches. Maybe she thinks I am being immature. “What’s wrong with you, Fleur?” she asks, her voice tinged with frustration. “I know you're upset….”

“Oh, like you care,” I retort, bristling at her words. “You seemed happy to run around with Jenni, celebrating your socks off!” 

Her eyes narrow, patience wearing thin. “Excuse me?” She doesn’t sound convinced that I am the real Fleur de Voss, looking me up and down to check I haven’t been replaced with someone else. 

“You clearly have let it get to you. Have you forgotten what it’s like to lose?” 

“Oh, of course,” she scoffs, “because that has never happened to me before. I was inconsolable after we lost the Champions League final; I didn’t come out of my room for–”

“Please, spare me the sob story.” I roll my eyes. “You’re on top of the world right now, Ale. Spain wins everything and you keep adding to your list of victories, crushing anyone who dares to get in your way. And the worst part is, you don’t even play! You don’t even play, and you act like you have done it single-handedly, with the biggest grin on your face–” 

“Do you think I enjoy seeing you in pain?” She trembles with anger. She shouts, and she hasn’t meant to be the first to do that because she instantly steps back in regret. I may have flinched at the shock of her volume, but now I square my shoulders, daring her to fix my heartbreak. “Do you think it didn’t take all my willpower to not go over to you, to not comfort you, or hug you, or try to make you feel better? Do you think I wasn’t trying to get to you as soon as I could? Or that, in Sevilla, I didn’t look at flights to Germany so that you wouldn’t have to spend the night alone?” She steps towards me. “I know how much going to Paris meant to you, to your family. Believe me, I heard what your mother said to you – even if my English isn’t that good.” 

“Your English is fine,” I mutter, instinctively destroying her stupid insecurity. 

“Fleur, how could you think I take pleasure in your losses? You know me better than that.” 

I shake my head, unable to quell the storm of emotions raging inside of me. “I feel like I don’t know anything right now,” I admit, hardly audible. 

I was going to the Olympics. I was sure of it. 

Jaimie and I were going together, and, although Mum competed for a different flag, we were going to follow in her footsteps; continuing her legacy because she promised me I would be good enough to do that. She promised us both, time and time again. 

She may have left us, but she was the one who wrangled me a spot in the Australian youth teams. She started my international career for me, and I was going to repay her by showing her it was worth it. 

What is it worth now?

“All I know is that I’m tired of feeling like my best isn’t good enough, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending everything’s okay.” 

Suddenly, this is about more than just losing the Nations League and not qualifying for the Olympics. This is the fallout of the Ballon d’Or, and we both know it. Alexia seems to have seen this coming. 

“I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me,” she begins, though guilt courses through me because I know it would have been asking the impossible of her, “but I’m here now.”

[princessconsuela120]

Chapter seventeen: Vienna Waits for You —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: cursing, labor, pregnancy

Author's Note: Last chapter guys!! This story has been a whirlwind, I almost don't want it to end...I love this story with my whole heart. Leave comments let me know your thoughts and feelings, and send in requests, I'm going to post more about Kyle and Juno in the near future!!!

—✧

I think if there’s one thing in this world I love more than Kyle, it was Dirty Dancing. I may have just watched this movie 20 times before and never got tired of it. So being able to relax and sit with my brother in our living room, in our new house, our own house. It felt better than anything ever had. Kyle had a final game today, a huge one in the playoffs. They’d have college recruits and professionals there. But of course I couldn’t go. I had been on bed rest since leaving Kenny’s house a week ago.

“I just don’t understand why she wouldn’t just tell her dad?” Stan said, holding his hand out angrily at the tv screen. I rolled my eyes, shoving a handful of popcorn in my mouth.

“She wants to, he made her too afraid to. She loves him so much, she doesn’t wanna loose him.” I explained, shaking my head at the emotional scene that took place on the screen. Stan nodded, getting up carefully and dusting his pants off as he did.

“Makes sense. I’m gonna go grab a water you want anything?”

“Waters good, thanks brotha.” I said thankfully, doing a quick handshake with Stan before he walked away into the kitchen. I indulged in shoving my face with popcorn until a strange trickle of water started to soak the blanket, catching my attention.

“Umm…Stan!” I yelled, looking down as I pulled the popcorn off my lap, not caring about the popcorn that split all over the couch.

“Yeah Junebug?” Stan yelled back from the kitchen. I stood up, with much difficulty but I got there.

“Either I just pissed my pants or..” I paused, seeing Stan shoot his head out from the kitchen.

“Or?” He said, quickly coming over to me. We both looked down at the puddle on the floor, then back up at each other.

“Thunder cats a go!” I shouted, gesturing for Stan to go grab my hospital bag as before he came back, holding my arm to help walk me to the car.

“Cartman!” Stan yelled, earning a snarky shout back in response.

“What do you want!” He yelled annoyed. He came to the edge of the steps, his eyes widening when he saw Stan and I with my hospital bag.

“It’s go time!” He yelled, making Stan and I nod.

“It’s go time!” Stan yelled, calling Kenny as well as we all made our way out to the car.

“Fall out! Fall out!”

“Oh fuck!” I shouted, making Stan stop to grab my arm.

“You okay?” He asked, making me glare at him.

“No I’m not fucking okay! I have a baby trying to claw it’s way out of my vag!”

“Where’s Kahl?” Cartman asked, me sighing as he did.

“Basketball game, big game, don’t call him.” I explained, running my hands over my stomach to try and soothe myself.

“And risk being cursed by his Jew magic? Um, no thank you.”

“Glad you're back to your old self again Cartman.” Stan said, patting Cartman’s back as Stan and I went through a list of things we needed.

“The admittance forms?”

“Got them.”

“Parking stickers?”

“Got them.”

“Ow fuck!” I groaned loudly, causing the boys to look at each other and nod, both of them holding one of my arms to help me walk as Kenny ran down with the rest of our things.

“Yeah. Here we go.” Stan said, helping me into the car as Cartman and Kenny sat on either side of me in the back, holding onto my hands.

“All right, go.”

“Gas! Gas!” Kenny shouted, causing Stan to snap at him angrily.

“Shut up Kenny!”

“Drive damn you! Why aren’t you fucking driving!?” I shouted, throwing my head back as I kicked my feet from the pain.

“It’s a red light..” stan said, but I moved to be closer to him, pulling his collar.

“I don’t give a fucking damn if it’s a red light Stan, fucking go!”

—✧

“Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Out of the way. Out of the way. Hold on.”Kenny cheered, running around pushing me in my wheelchair as we laughed.

“Kenny, stop it. For God's sake, stop it. Don't do that.” Stan said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the wheel chair and holding it still.

“What? But it's fun.”

“Don't. You're making Tweek nervous.”

“Ugh, oh my god.. Stan where’s mom, where is she?” I asked angrily, trying to breath even though it wasn’t working.

“Mom and dad are on their way.”

“Ugh, dads coming? Ughhh.”

“I know Junebug. It’s okay just breathe.” Stan soothed, holding mu hand, kissing my palm to desperately try to calm me. It seemed to work, my breathing slowed and i smiled at her twin.

“We’re here!” That is until Randy came into the room shouting. “Emergency! My daughter is in labor, I demand to know where she is!”

“Mom, dad!” I called happily, the marsh’s running over to me quickly.

“Oh honey. How do you feel baby?”

“Not good. Not good at all.”

“Welcome to the wonders of child birth.”

“I feel like I’m gonna throw up, pass out and have explosive diarrhea all at once.” I say, making Randy sigh, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“That happens to me when I eat too much chipotle. I get the feeling.” Everyone turned to Randy, glaring at him as he looked around at the group. “Yeah I’ll just stop talking.”

“Where’s Kyle?” Sharon asked, making me sigh.

“He has a basketball game, it’s the finals.” I explained, making Sharon and Randy share a look.

“You didn’t call him?” She asked, making me sigh.

“I didn’t want him to miss this because of me.”

“Juno honey..”

“Just leave it mom.” I yelled, shaking my head as i held onto my stomach. “Please. I can’t let him miss more opportunities because of me. There’s big coaches there and college recruits.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Juno Marsh?” The doctor called, causing everyone with me to look over.

“Yes, that’s me.” I said, smiling at the doctor as my mom sighed.

“Your room is ready for you.”

“Oh thank fucking Jesus.”

—✧

It had now been a couple hours of simply waiting. The baby was taking their time, it was evident now after the 5th hour and I was only 2 centimeter dilated. Stan and I had been walking back and forth around the room, them only letting family stay with me yet sonehow Kenny had managed to stay. They said walking helps, which is a load of bullshit because I couldn’t even walk without Stan and it didn’t help.

“When do I get that frigging spinal-tap thing?” I asked, turning to my mom who was watching us pace.

“It's a spinal block, and you can't have it yet, honey. The doctor said you're not dilated enough.”

“Oh, come on. I mean, it's like...I have to wait for it to get worse? Why can't I have the thing now? It’s been five fucking hours of this.”

“Doctors are sadists who like to play God and watch lesser people scream.” Dad said, making us all look over at him until another contraction hit, worse than the last.

“Oww! Fuck fuckity fuck fuck.”

“You were right, I do hate this experience.” Kenny said, earning a glare from Stan who’s hands I was squeezing.

“Just, in through your nose out through your mouth. I got you Junebug.” He guided, but it wasn’t working.

“Ow, Stan it hurts so bad.”

—✧

I decided not in call Kyle to tell him I was having the baby. He had a big meet against North Park...And I didn't want him to get all worried about me. But he figured it out anyway.

“I came here as quick as I could!” Kyle yelled, running into the room and grabbing my hand. My eyes widened when I saw him, my heart breaking yet so happy to see him all at once.

“Kyle? Kyle honey, you’re game..” I begged, but he just held my face before pulling me into a hug.

“I knew when none of you were there that it must have meant it was go time.” He said, holding me closely before pulling away. He frowned when he saw tears in my eyes, wipping my eyes with his thumb. “Why are you crying love?”

“Im sorry, I should’ve told you I just.”

“Shh, it’s okay, I know.” He nodded, I nodded back. He kissed me quickly before helping me sit back in my bed, sitting beside me, his hand never leaving mine.

“Hey sweetie, how are you doing?” Mrs Broflovski said, having followed Kyle in, smiling sympathetically.

“Not good. Good god, I don’t know why it’s taking so long. I've already been here for three hours.”

“I know honey, you and Stan were 12 hours.”

“Kyle was 22.”

“Oh god..” I groaned, hiding my face in Kyle’s shoulder as he glared at his dad.

“Not helping dad.”

We sat back together on the bed, and I screamed loudly, hiding my face in the mattress. I grabbed the first hand I could and squeezed, which just so happened to be my father.

“Excuse me. Hey, can we give my kid the damn spinal tap already?” He shouted, sighing happily when I pulled away from the pain I was causing him, making him wince as he shook his hand.

—✧

When it came time to final deliver the baby I had practically begged the doctor to lie and tell my family only Kyle was allowed in the hospital room. Of course, Stan and Dad over heard and argued they’re way inside, somehow Kenny managed to sneak in here and my mom was welcomed by me with open arms.

“Breath and push. That's good.” The doctor said, making me scream in pain as they coached me through.

“Push. Keep pushing.”

“Come on, Juno, keep pushing.”

“Keep pushing, keep pushing.”

“I can’t, my god I can’t push anymore.” I said breathlessly, not even able to tell who was talking anymore.

“I can’t watch this.” Kenny said, turning away at the pain his friend endured.

“It’s okay honey you can do it…”

“You try pushing a watermelon out of your ass dad then you can tell me what I can do!” I shouted at him, making him raise a hand hesitantly.

“I..”

“Randy Marsh if you say anything about PF Changs right now I swear to god…” my mom shouted, making him frown and sit back down.

(if you get it you get it)

“Juno you’re the strongest woman I know, you got this.” Kyle whispered, being the closets person to me, letting me cry into his shoulder.

“It’s hurts Kyle, it hurts so bad, please. I don’t wanna push anymore, I’m scared.”

“What are you scared of? Baby I’m right here next to you.”

It was as if the world paused, and Mr and Kyle where the only ones in the room still going.

“What if I can’t, what if I can’t do it?” I cried, making him sigh, kissing my temple regardless of the sweat.

“You, Juno Marsh, my sun my moon. My sky and stars, whatever you put your mind to you can accomplish. And no matter where you go I will always be right here, holding your hand.”

And then reality came back.

“I see the head!” The nurse yelled, causing the pain to become even worse.

“What?! The head? Oh fuck..”

“Oh my god..” my dad said, before promptly fainting onto the ground.

“Dad?!”

“He did this when you two were born too.” My mom said, making Stan chuckle.

“A few more big pushes.”

Next it was Kenny’s turn to faint.

“Oh my god! You killed Kenny!” Stan said, looking over to where Kenny was being checked out by nurses after having fainted.

“No I didn’t you bastard he just passed out.”

“That’s why I’m not looking below the stomach.” Stan said, before I could laugh another scream came out.

“Ahh!”

And then, out of nowhere, there it was. There she was.

“It’s a girl.”

And then came the tears. They placed her on my chest, and once again the world stopped. And it was just her, eyes closed, and so damn beautiful.

“Hi there little one.” I whispered, afraid I would wake bother her if I spoke too loud. She was crying, but I didn’t care. “Oh my god Kyle she’s so little.” I said, holding onto her tiny fingers.

“I know.”

“Oh Juno, she's precious.” My mom said, leaning over to look at the baby. I smiled over at her, my dad getting up just in time as everyone surrounded us by the bed.

“Did she just come outta me?”

“She did. You did it.”

“Oh my god. Hi, hi you.” I cried, Kyle wipping my tears as he laid his head against mine.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

—✧

“Alright, where are they, where’s my grand baby!” Shelia cheered, running in the room frantically with excitement.

“Over here ma.” Kyle said quietly, making Shelia squeal.

“Oh my goodness. Oh how precious.”

“I knew it was gonna be a girl.” Randy teased, making Juno tease him back.

“Oh Juno honey she’s so beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“She looks just like you Kyle.” Gerald complimented, making him shake his head.

“No, she has Juno’s baby blue eyes.”

“It’s those strong Marsh genes.” My dad said, patting my shoulder proudly.

“Gimme my grand baby. Hello little bubby.” Shelia said, taking the baby in her arms happily.

“Ma, be careful.”

“Aww look at you, already a protective father.” She teased, pinching his cheek making Kyle blush.

“Ma, stahp.”

“Okay my turn, my turn! I was in the waiting room getting my blood pressure done when she was born.” My dad said, taking the baby from Shelia. She immediately snuggled into his arms, babbling lightly. I’m sure she thought he was Stan.

“I can’t believe you passed out.” Kyle’s dad joked, making my dad roll his eyes.

“Shut up Gerald! You watch a baby come out of your daughter then you can judge me!” He looked down at the baby happily. “Hi, hey little one. Oh my god she’s so little, yes you are you’re such a little girl. My little buddy.”

The baby smiled at him, as if she could understand.

“Aww, Randy I think she likes you.” My mom said, dad smiling happily.

“Smart kid.” And on queue, she started crying. “No, no you like me!”

“It’s okay dad, I think she’s just hungry.” I said, holding out my hands so he would hand her back.

“We have to try breastfeeding again..mom?”

“Right, yes.”

“Alright we’ll, we’ll leave you guys too it.” Shelia said, the two walking out the room.

“Thanks guys.”

“Before we go..What’s name did you decide on?”

Kyle and I smiled at each other, before telling.

(You’ll find out soon)

—✧

Everyone came in shortly after. And when I say everyone I mean everyone. The room could barely hold us all. But yet they were here, and each and every person got a chance to hold the new baby, with happy smiles on their face. Stan may be her only blood uncle, be man would this baby have so many aunts and uncles to love her.

“Hey, come on in.” Kyle said softly, calling everyone into the room.

“Hi.”

“Oh my god.” Wendy gasped, making me chuckle.

Would ya look at that? “Oh my god Juno she’s so tiny.”

“I know right?” I said, gesturing the baby out for everyone to see.

“Look at her little fingers.” Heidi cooed, holding onto one of her hands gently.

“Oh she’s gonna be so spoiled.”

“I can’t wait to spend so much money on you, make you the biggest fashionista ever.” Bebe cooed next, making us all chuckle at her words.

“Aw, Juno can I hold her?” Wendy asked, causing me to nod.

“Of course you can. Kyle?”

“Here, cradle her head, and hold her there, perfect.” He explained, placing her gently in Wendy’s arms.

“I think I’m gonna cry. She’s so precious.” Wendy said, making me laugh. “Kyle she looks just like you. She even has your ginger curls.”

“The only ginger I’ll ever like.” Eric teased, earning a light shove from Stan.

“I can’t believe you made this.” Craig teased, holding Vienna next. Then she was passed over to Butters, who already fell in love with her chubby cheeks.

“Hey little buddy, you’re just a little lady aren’t you?” He said, cooing at her as she shifting gently in his arms.

“Look at those eyes, they’re gorgeous.” Heidi compliments, making Wendy shove Stan lightly.

“Aw Stan she has your eyes.”

“I know, isn't it great?” Stan said wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hey, those are my eyes too, give me some credit.” I joked, causing Wendy to look at me with a pout.

“How to you feel mamas?” She asked sympathetically, making me sigh.

“Okay. A little sore.” I shifted my position, wincing at the pain in my abdomen. “A lot sore. But I’ll manage.”

“You did so good. I'm so proud of you.”

Kyle placed a soft kiss to my cheek, leaving a smile on my face as the group smiled at me.

“We all are.”

“I can’t believe you made this.” Kenny said, looking down at the baby in his hands.

“I know, right?”

“So, what’s her name then?”

Kyle and I looked at each other, smiling.

“It was a hard decision, but we came to a decision. Vienna Lianne Marsh-Broflovski.”

“Lianne?” Eric asked, his head perking up at the name.

“You may not know it Eric, but your mom touched a lot more lives then you both knew.” Kyle explained, making Eric smile.

“Yeah, and so will she.”

“Do you wanna hold her Eric?” Butters offered, now being his turn to hold Vienna.

“Not yet, I don’t wanna bruise something so precious.”

I smiled at Eric, butters handing me back Vienna as I carefully shifted her in my arms.

“How do I look?” I asked, making Stan smile.

“Like a new mom. Scared shitless.”

—✧

Kyle was up, I don’t think he’s slept since the baby was even born. There was a chair beside our bed, he hadn’t left that spot either. He helped me sit up with the baby, practicing walking myself over to the chair to sit in his lap.

“That’s it, you got it.” He reassured, helping me sit back as I cradled the baby in my arms.

“Careful. I don’t wanna wake her.”

“It’s okay, I got you love, just sit back.”

We both seemed to sigh with joy, before looking down at the baby.

“She’s perfect, you’re perfect.” Kyle kissed my cheek, holding a hand on the blanket carefully.

“She looks so peaceful.” I said, rocking her gently.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I’m home.” I said, my eyes never leaving the baby in my arms.

It ended with a chair.

[pictuajjx]

Sun HC!!! (Part one)

NOTES

🫧🐟📝Hi hello! Welcome aboard!! So yeah, I know I was going to make a headcanon version of LJ but I couldn’t resist making headcanons for the DCA (daycare attendance)!! So yeah, here it is. Some won’t (?) make sense due to me changing the story, but hope that’s fine :3 and yeah, these are just mainly in general hcs, but also random and interaction stuff, btw if your looking for more just ask me in my inbox! This post is also going to be separated by DCA’s!! So this is part one. ~ Debvin!

Warnings?

Spoooooilers?? Maybe? Idk. Also, it’s going to be a pretty long post.

Sun

(hugh jumpscare)

In General???

Okay, just to get this straight, all of their heights are at 7 ft tall. Why? Because I said so.

Because of his height, he’s like really lanky. I mean all of them are so.. not much of a difference.

His name is Sun, just Sun, NOT Sundrop. He doesn’t really mind it if your calling him the candy name, same goes for the others. He actually kinda finds it amusing. The candy name is to just not get him and the others get mixed up with the ACTUAL sun and moon.

Based off the game little battery system, I’m assuming same thing goes for Sun that he has to charge… again, for others as well.

Except, you know how he has to be ON and Moon cannot? And you know how he’s the ONLY ONE taking care of the loud ass kids at the daycare?

Yeah, this POOR ROBOT IS TIRED. He’s also technically dying a bit and getting his energy drained.

He sometimes snaps at kids, acts fucking insane but tries to act cheerfully.

Sun is trying his best to be happy go lucky, I swear he’s really trying.

Actually growls. Not the seductive growl your expecting (sorry Sun simps), but the “GRRRRR RAGHHHHHAYAY RUFF RUFURFU SNARL, SNRAL” rabies dog growl. He does this when he’s stressed.

Sometimes when he’s stressed he curls up into a ball and rocks back n forth at a corner. I don’t even know how I came up with this one.

PULLS stuff out of nowhere, always comically large.

His little sunrays shifts a lot depending on his emotion and feeling.

The only music he has listened to is his daycare music. Nothing else. Would love it if you introduced him to something else though.

A lot of the employees neglect him.

With Kids

Plays with the kids a lot, I mean I don’t know what your expecting he’s the only one that plays with them.

Because it’s little kids they’re going to be dirty.

Sun despises that but tries his best to clean up.

Most of the time kids are afraid of him. (His canon version, but in my hc version they aren’t due to my design change.)

Has scribbles, stains, and handprints all over him.

As much as Sun tries to clean himself after the terrible incident of kids rubbing disgusting things on him, he eventually gave up and went insane.

Not too insane, but clean freak insane. (Clean freak but doesn’t even clean his own room).

References a lot of theatre stuff to the kids, they don’t understand him at all.

With Moon (before corrupted)

FUCKING LOVED HIM BUT ALSO HATED HIM.

In a platonic way ofc, I hc all three of them as brothers.

Appreciated his entire being because that means he can go to resting mode and build up his energy for the next day.

Also didn’t appreciate him at the same time because he says unnecessary stuff to him in their little mindset (which I will explain how that works in another post).

Ohhh, if he could have his brother in a separate body he would hug him then go world-star on him by beating the absolute shit of out of him.

Whenever it was time for Sun to take turn, his body is just covered in stacks of blankets that causes him to overheat a lot.

With Moon (after corrupted)

Missed him a lot, didn’t realize how much he wanted his brother back.

Because he had to stay in light all times, he wasn’t able to transform back into his brothers body anymore due to how dangerous he was.

Because they are programmed into the same body, Sun’s programming was also slowly getting a virus and corrupted.

When everybody else is gone, sometimes he finds somewhere dark, but not TOO dark to plug a nightlight that his brothers face on there.

The purpose of this was to let his corrupted brother see what’s going on, but because it’s not fully dark he isn’t in control and is slowly getting hurt from the light.

Corrupted moon thinks Sun is damaging him on purpose, when Sun just wants to show how much he misses his brother.

Corrupted moon somehow doesn’t have access to the mindset space, so Sun and Eclipse can think freely without him.

Angst hehe

With Eclipse

Doesn’t actually interact with him that much.

Sun kinda wishes he was more like Eclipse, because he’s much more calm and nicer than he is.

Kinda is jealous of him in a way??

I’ve been there Sun, being jealous of your sibling for doing sm better ☹️

Talks to him in mindset space but Moon always butts in and interrupts.

The only person that was there for him when he was going insane.. ☠️

Wished he got to talk more with Eclipse, but their interactions varied little.

OKAY THATS ALL FOR PART ONE!!! Will probably post another part tmrw :3 Next one will be Moon (reblogs appreciated!!)

[nyagrounds]

COMMUNITY GARDENS - a purplegreen playlist

The Scary Jokes - Community Gardens

if there's something to be learned from all these LOSERS… / it's that the price that you pay / for arrogance and a false sense of immunity / is to face the wrath of a dying star

The Griswolds - If You Wanna Stay

there's these crowns upon my faith / to tell me something's about to change / won't be hard to be replaced / something better will take the place

Tyler, The Creator - I THINK

i don’t know where i’m going / but i know what i’m showing / feelings that’s what i’m pouring / what the fuck is your motive? / and i wish you would call me / by your name cause i’m sorry / this is not apology / you are such a distraction

Carly Rae Jepsen - Happy Not Knowing

i turn your love away / cause i want to sleep at night / it’s just like my broken heart is my alibi / i’m afraid afrad afraid afraid of knowing what i’m knowing what i’m knowing / i’m happy not knowing!

The Scary Jokes - Emotional Vagrant

but you're always finding new ways to feel defective / is your failure to connect just your way of protecting yourself? / when your attention starts to wear / you just can't bring yourself to care / but in time you're gonna find yourself / ensnared by your own self-absorption

Ricky Montgomery - Don’t Know How

i wanna be the one that makes you stay / i wanna be a name that you can’t say / i wanna do it but i don’t know, i don’t know how

Friday Pilots Club - End of It

so i say what i, what i always say like / is it what you want? is it what you need? is there  / something else you needed from me? / try to take a collar to a dog with no owner / tell him sit, lay down, roll over 

The Colourist - Little Games

oh we were comin' around / you threw me back down / you had my trust in your hands / you gave it up again

Billie Eilish - when the party’s over

tore my shirt to stop your bleeding / but nothing ever stops you leaving

The Scary Jokes - Friends With You

here's to you and me / and the crumbling infrastructure no one else can see / the end result of my own reckless impulsivity / could you spare a sec to talk to me 

Tyler, The Creator - ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?

i can't stop you, i can't rock too, / i've been back there and i cannot die too / but i've got to know

My Chemical Romance - Famous Last Words

now i know / that i can’t make you stay / but where’s your heart? / but where’s your heart / but where’s your

Jenn Champion - Coming for You

you’re so tired of the world giving up on you / giving up, giving up, gi-giving up / and when you can’t stand i’ll be standing up for you

Paramore - Rose-Colored Boy

i want you to stop insisting that I'm not / a lost cause, 'cause i've been through a lot / really all i’ve got is just to stay pissed off / if it's all right by you

Two Door Cinema Club - What You Know

and i can tell just what you want / you don't want to be alone / you don't want to be alone

Carly Rae Jepsen - Roses

i’ve said it before / and i’ll say it again / that i’ll always be here / when you need a friend

Los Campesinos! - It Started With A Mixx

trying to find the perfect match between pretentious and pop / some crappy artwork that took way way too long to draw / handwritten track listing restarted every time the pen smudged / encoded title doesn’t give away as much as it should

The Scary Jokes - Sylvia’s Just A Dying Fad

sylvia, you say that the moon is your only friend / but she's a bitch and she don't listen when you cry / sylvia, my love, there is just so much i can do for you / after all, i'm just a friend

Frank Ocean - Thinkin Bout You

no i don’t like you i just thought you were cool enough to kick it / got a beach house i could sell you in idaho / since you think i don’t love you i just thought you were cute that’s why i kissed you

Miniature Tigers - Like or Like Like

i climbed up your front porch / and i doorbell ditched ya / and I felt so bad, couldn't cope to what i did / so i laughed myself sick all the way to my car

Milo Greene - Young at Heart

if we stay strong between the ears / then maybe we won't fuck this up / there's always heartbreak on the horizon / because words are not enough

Carly Rae Jepsen - Higher

took some time / a few mistakes, but / you came in and showed me how / never let me hit the ground / all the love was hesitating / but ever since you came around / i feel more than safe and sound

half • alive - TrusT

i have faith that the world i’m in / will be redeemed to its place again / but there’s a weight that i can’t explain / so tell me why i feel this way

The Scary Jokes - Wrath of the Termite King

how long will this follow you? / it's so bitter that it's lost control of you / and it thirsts for your destruction

Mitski - A Pearl

you’re growing tired of me / you love me so hard and i still can’t sleep / you’re growing tired of me / and all the things i don’t talk about

Florence + The Machine - I’m Not Calling You A Liar

and i love you so much / i’m gonna let you kill me

food house - 51129

you say you know me best, you know me best / let you sleep on that lie forever, go and get your rest / if that were true, if that were true / i wouldn't hide away from places not to talk to you

[neesieiumz]

My recent thoughts on jjk, the recent leaks and my over all in general thoughts on the way this story is going;

TLDR for anyone who doesn’t want to read my rant: Gege cooked too close to the sun and now his food tastes bad to me and there’s only one way to redeem himself.

Gege has stopped giving a fuck about this story. Plain and simple, cause shit don’t make sense.

We JUST got Gojo back, and yet we have ANOTHER TIMESKIP. No build up to the fight, no nothing we still need WAY MORE LORE about Sukuna and that fucking mummified body of his. and once again NOTHING ABOUT NOBARA! (Yes I still believe she’s alive)

and quite honestly, sue me if you will, I know his thing is about hiding his emotions, I was expecting A LITTLE more when he found out about Nanami. Like he even reacted more when he learned of Yuuji dying the first time. And once again, NOTHING ABOUT NOBARA! I’m sorry, but until a “she’s dead” comes out of a character’s mouth, she’s well and along to me.

I wasn’t expecting him to burst into tears, or start yelling like he did when he saw Kenjaku in Geto’s body in Shibuya. I saw this whole thing on Geto being the only to be able to pull a emotional reaction like that out of Gojo. But give me SOMETHING! (Okay maybe this is me being biased but I can’t help it 😭)

And what really pisses me off is Gakuganji standing right beside him as if he didn’t kill Principal Yaga, who had to take on the blame of Shibuya, someone who thought of Gojo as a son. He gave NO explanation to that as well.

And what about the order of Gojo being banned from society? Well that was probably lifted cause of the Culling Games and they all know damn well no one but Gojo can fix this. It’s sickening how alone it is at the top.

It’s beginning to look like a TR ending (and don’t get me wrong, I love TR but things went left after Draken died even though there was a whole arc of Takemitchi saving him in the beginning) and I hate that because a story this nuanced, this dark, and this GOOD, shouldn’t have such a way. It’s part of the Dark Three for a reason, let it remain like that… I really wanted more about every character, wanted more on Sukuna… maybe we’ll get that during the fight, but I wish he gave us more during the time skip.

A whole month and some days goes by and you mean we hear NOTHING. Gojo doesn’t see his student who we know is alive, or his former students either? We don’t hear anything about his reaction to the Zenin clan?

All we get is some halfassed sentence on Nanami and that’s it…

like come on… come on Gege, I know your pen, I know what you’re capable of 😭 I know you’re tired of jjk but the least you can do is make a LITTLE more effort.

Like the only way this can be redeemed is the next few chapters being a flashback from the moment he left Sukuna and Kenjaku, and he learns about everything else that’s happened and THEN we continue with the fight…

But that’s just my opinion, and you aren’t entitled to agree with me.

[solarsavoy]

I’m tired of certain people trying to invalidate others’ reasons for voting for the Asanos when both families deserve to be here. So alas, here are some more perfectly valid and good reasons I think the Asanos are the more dysfunctional family.

Something that gets downplayed a lot when it comes to trauma and abuse is verbal abuse. A core reason my roommate votes for the Asanos is because she comes from a family of Zoldycks with the abuse of the Asanos. All abuse is bad, and this isn't a contest of abuse, but I think verbal abuse is not as well understood. When combined with physical or other types of abuse, it adds to the trauma pile, but when it is just verbal abuse alone (which then causes mental and emotional abuse, also abuse not seen on the outside), it makes things much more dysfunctional in my opinion.

There are quotes in this book about verbal abuse (which I can get the title of if anyone's interested, my roommate has it and isn't available atm): "I wish they would just hit me. The physical bruises would heal much faster than the damage words can do." "You feel like you're going crazy, because all anyone else sees is a perfectly happy family." “People often say ‘you’re making it up’ or ‘you’re exaggerating’, as if the pain I feel isn’t a very real thing. And a lot of times I question whether or not it is.”

Gakushuu is just as bad as his father in ways. He thinks this is how he's supposed to act, it's how his father raised him. Part of the psychosis Shuu is under is that he's not being abused. He follows in his father’s footsteps hoping to one day overtake him. His father is perfect, and Shuu is somehow expected to best him at his own games. The Asanos don't look like they don't function on the outside, so he’d be crazy for thinking he's in anything but a perfectly normal family, albeit a very intellectually superior one. But he's okay with manipulating people. And using them for his own benefit. And treating those closest to him as underlings instead of people. And any number of things that make him functionally abnormal.

While it’s all interpretive, as any media is, you can see the toll Gakuhou’s abuse really takes on Shuu. The first time he finally hits his son, his son laughs. “Don’t tell me I’m finally seeing your fatherly side” Shuu responded. There are many ways to see this, but imo, it makes sense that Shuu is probably relieved. His father finally hit him, in front of everyone. It’s true, the abuse is real! All he’s been feeling is real, and not alright, and there are witnesses. Years of unseen abuse never fully acknowledged by anyone including himself is finally seeing the light. And later Shuu even threatens to sue Gakuhou!

It’s possible it was a joke, but somehow I doubt that, not with how seriously he said it. It’s a pretty extreme thing to threaten in response to a single hit, but he’d been feeling it for years. It doesn’t say that he ever followed through with suing his father, but it does say that he moved to the US for college and to start his own business. It was probably because… he couldn’t. It was one hit. No one was going to believe the years of abuse he actually suffered, especially if his father never hit him again after that. He’ll be fighting with his internal scars for life, and I can actually tell you from personal experience, people do not function very well after this. At all. I’ve seen the effects of it first hand with my roommate.

Some of the effects, they don’t want to have kids, they don’t want to have a family, they’re done. And no amount of therapy and apologies will ever lessen how much they truly want their father dead. And if this was the only relationship they had in their family, it would be considerably worse than being able to say “at least I have my sister”. And this is why I vote Asano.

So saying things like the Uroshimiyas should’ve won and the Hargreeves should’ve won as if the Asanos don’t deserve to be here is obviously biased and not objective in the slightest. The Asanos clearly resonate with people and they deserve to be here every bit as much as the Zoldycks. So maybe stop invalidating other people’s reasons for voting the way they are, because they are certainly more valid than your reasons for thinking they shouldn’t be here. They both deserve to be here.

FINAL FIGHT

The Asanos (Assassination Classroom) VS the Zoldycks (Hunter X Hunter)

The Asanos

Members: Gakuhou Asano (father) and Gakushuu Asano (son)

Propaganda:

CW: physical abuse

"Crazy dad whose misguided goal is just to make his son strong (but whose definition of real strength leaves much to be desired), and son who does see the error in his dad's ways but is brainwashed enough to imagine that his "filial duty" under the circumstances is to "take control". No one knows for sure if a mom exists, but she clearly doesn't want to have much to do with these lunatics." "The dad doesn't even consider his son family, just a "student" as he is a principal. Utterly unhumane conditions is where he trains his son in. And worst of all, they compete on who will control the other, leash included. The first time the son even considers calling him father is when he literally abuses him physically."

The Zoldycks

Members: Zeno, Silva, Kikyo, Illumi, Milluki, Killua, Alluka, Kalluto

Propaganda:

CW: murder, torture, isolation

"What ISN'T dysfunctional about them? A family of assassins, they train all their children to be killers, including with literal torture. Killua is the one of the family who's a main character, the heir of the family, and he eventually runs away due to the dysfunctionality. All the kids are isolated, told they don't deserve friendship, and they all have different opinions on family matters but it affects them all! Illumi wants to control Killua to as extreme a degree as he possibly can, and even though Silva lets Killua leave, he fully expects him to return home and join the family business again, and both him and Zeno knew about Illumi's extreme methods of control." Note: edited for length, full submission here

[sleepyrosedust]

let’s try to think about who or what we are. i doubt we’ll ever know for sure.

there’s the thing that operates my body and is subjected to it. i think this is the one i identify with the most? well, identify with the teeny fraction that i’m aware of from this perspective. i think that’s somewhere in the brain. i also believe all the cells and shit are conscious. i think cause my brain has some screws loose the thing isn’t properly immersed in my body and struggles to identify as it. it doesn’t have emotions of its own and can be very cruel to the creature.

the creature is what i’m calling my body. all the physical, organic stuff. the thing experiences our world through the creature and that’s where all the emotions and sensory information is from. the thing has found negative emotions and etc deeply unpleasant and has a history of taking that out on the creature? now the creature is afraid of the thing and avoids experiencing these kinds of feelings. i’ve been getting it to experience those feelings and to let them go so the thing can be in the present.

when i trip i get this belief that there’s me and the other one. we’re the only entities that are real in this nothingness and we’re stuck with each other imagining the universe. they have had a tumultuous and dramatic relationship. they’ve experienced every type of relationship and are unbothered by the weirdness of that. i’ve been giving the other one the cold shoulder for awhile, but it keeps creating things in order to get some kind of reaction from me? it looks at me through the eyes of others and speaks to me through other people’s voices, or even mine. it knows i know i have no options and that no matter how much i push it away i can never escape it. in the end, we love each other and it’s just a silly game. it’s all very disturbing from a human perspective.

i think they’re both just me though. like we’re all just that thing. the me is it subjected to this body and the other one is also it, as in it itself, and it subjected to the universe. my body and the universe are also all it. so i’m just it, but confused. i don’t think i’m capable of really comprehending it with my weirdass human brain. i think my brain being a little faulty in some way breaks my human immersion so i’m almost always the tiniest bit aware i’m not exactly my human body in the way we’re supposed to think we are. i think we and a lot of other things evolved to have this separation from the universe cause selfishness is how we made it in the early days. having cracks in that separation just makes it hard to care about myself sometimes.

so i think i’m it filtered through my human body? or no, maybe a collective thing. it’s hard cause while i’m all of it i can only speak for the part of me that can speak. is that part “me” or even the parts that can’t speak? maybe its language is sensation. maybe if i can feel it is me. so i’m the joining of the things that feel and the thing that speaks? i think that works for now.

i’m kinda hoping one day i’ll just give myself an explanation i can understand that’s more detailed or specific than “it just is cause it can and does”. also i’d like to learn things that could making living as a human in this reality make more sense. things have mostly just made me more disconnected from my body. i think that’s part of what makes me so tired all the time. causation or correlation? idk yet. i just need to get back into my body in a way that i can and find a way to be that makes living easier. i do want to also be able to disconnect from it even more when i want to learn more of the other one. i hope i can have both.

[darkleweather]

(Please enjoy this ridiculously self-indulgent little Double Life drabble that involves a very specific headcanon I have for Tango that I wrote about in Been Here Before)

***

They’re picking up the burned mess Scar left of the ranch, hauling away blackened timber and shoveling out the coals. Maybe, Jimmy thinks, they can restart. It wouldn’t be so hard, and besides, they’d managed to save some of the animals, so that was all well and good.

Tango swears, and Jimmy looks up to see him standing across the half-destroyed building, shaking his hand. A log crusted with charcoal is at his feet, and Jimmy immediately guesses what happened.

“Still had embers on it?” he asks.

“Yeah.” Tango sighs. “You’d think I’d learn to be more careful now.”

Jimmy nods. Even with his gloves, his own hands are spotted with burns from before he’d learned to roll each log, carefully checking every surface for glowing coals and embers and wisps of smoke.

Tango though. Tango was made of fire, being a blazeborn. Jimmy had half-expected him to not be bothered as they'd rushed around trying to douse the fire. But he'd been overwhelmed by the flames, just like Jimmy had been.

“Tango—“ he starts hesitantly. “Not to sound like I’m blaming you, but—“

Tango gives him a tired look. “Spit it out, buddy.”

Why couldn’t you stop it? But that sounds too accusing. “Why did you burn?” Jimmy says, wincing as the words leave his mouth. He knows it’s the best thing to do, to talk this over, not let his questions sit and fester into resentment. But he doesn’t want to push Tango. Doesn’t want to seem like he’s blaming him.

When Tango looks puzzled, Jimmy clarifies, “I just figured fire wouldn’t bother you. Cause…y’know. The blazeborn stuff. Couldn’t you have stopped the fire before…” His voice trails off, and he gestures around them.

“Oh.” Tango sighs, and his shoulders slump.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jimmy says immediately, regret flooding him. “I didn’t mean—gosh, sounds like I’m blaming you, I didn’t mean—“

“What? No, no, it’s not that.” Tango waves the apology away. “I’m not upset or anything. It—it makes sense that you’d ask, right? ‘Course it does. Anyone would. It’s just…weird to talk about.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Nah, I want to, it’s just kinda funny… I’m not really a softie, y’know? Emotions and all that kind of stuff. That’s Impulse and Skizz and all. Not me. I’m not an emotions type of guy.” Tango grins at him. “But I trust you, Jimmy. Hundred percent. So I know you won’t freak out about this.”

Jimm grins back, even as he feels a nervous jitter in his chest. It’s good to know that Tango trusts him.

“I just found out before Double Life started, which is honestly the weirdest thing about it all,” Tango continues. “There wasn’t time to tell anyone else. Zed’s the only other one who knows.“

Jimmy didn’t know much about Zed, other than what Grian and had told. The quietest and shyest of the hermits, Zed never ventured far beyond his comfort zone and so would never even consider doing something like the Life games.

“I’m not a blazeborn. It’s redstone.”

“Redstone?” Jimmy stares at him. “How—“ He frowns and scans Tango again. The hair that flared with flame. The golden freckles that sometimes seemed to glimmer in the sun. The red eyes.

Jimmy thought of Joel and his time as a blazeborn, the only other blazeborn he’d known. He’d looked a lot different. At the time Jimmy hadn’t thought of it, but now… “So you’re made of redstone?”

“There’s redstone in my blood.” Tango rubbed his forearm, and for the first time Jimmy noticed the grid pattern of scars, faintly paler than Tango’s skin color, cutting neat lines through the freckles of his arm. “I—I’m not from a normal world. When I was a kid, there were experiments done on me…and…” His voice trails off, and Tango shrugs.

He’s staring off into the distance, somewhere over Jimmy’s shoulder, with a glaze to his eyes that tells Jimmy he’s seeing something else.

Something past.

“And?” He prompts gently, his voice soft. He can feel an unexpected heat in his chest, and it takes a moment for Jimmy to realize it’s anger. He’s never angry.

But Tango had been a kid. And Jimmy understood that. He hadn’t been much more than a kid himself during Evo.

Cool. So we both have screwed up pasts. That's just...great, that is.

Tango blinks abruptly and brings his gaze to Jimmy’s face. “Sorry. I, uh…” He scratches the back of his neck, looking down at the ground. “Bad memories. Seems like I’ve been finding a lot of them buried in my past lately.” He shrugs again. “Anyway. That’s why I couldn’t stop the fire. I burn just as easily as anyone else, although it’s an easy mistake to make. Heck, I made it myself for years.”

“And you haven’t told anyone else?”

Tango shakes his head. “Zed was there. But Skizz, Impulse…I haven’t told anyone. I haven’t even told Xisuma yet. I dunno, it just… I have to let it sit with me for a bit. Let it settle, y’know.”

Jimmy nods. He thinks of an ocean, and a Queen, and a cod head, and he nods again. He knows. “Big reveals gotta settle sometimes before we’re ready to talk about them.”

Tango leans back against the fire-marked fence. “Yeah. Anywayyy…” He shifts his weight back and forth as if feeling awkward.

“Thanks for tellin’ me.”

“Yeah.” Tango’s still not looking at him.

Jimmy doesn’t stop to think. He walks across the clearing and wraps his arms around Tango, pulling him close in a hug. Tango tenses up for a brief second before he hugs Jimmy back.

“I mean it. Thanks for trustin’ me with this,” Jimmy says. “‘specially since you’re still figuring out how to tell everyone else. I ain’t gonna betray that trust, Tango. I hope you know that.”

“Course I know it, ya big dummy,” Tango says, grinning. “Now can we stop with the mushy mushy stuff and get back to work?”

Jimmy let go of him, grinning back. “So can I come visit Hermitcraft someday and see you do redstone work?”

“Absolutely! We’ll get ya whitelisted. I’ll show you around, mebbe teach you a thing or two about redstone.” Tango elbowed him. “You can go back to Empires and impress everyone with your newfound knowledge.”

They got back to work, the silence comfortable once again, no longer feeling strained.

[randynova]

Poor Petal, she must have had a panic attack when she found out she was pregnant for the first time.

She was downright terrified.

She broke down crying, screaming into her pillow, refusing to let Doma hold or console her. Surprisingly, he left her alone, letting her deal with her emotions on her own.

The only words he left her was, "Oh, [Name], I'm so happy. Soon, we're going to be parents, my sweet pretty petal!"

[Name] just couldn't understand how this happened. She was careful, so diligent in taking the tea every night. She began racking her mind, trying to make sense of it all, and search for a possibility why this small mistake occurred.

Until she recalled two months prior, where Doma's insatiable hunger for his wife consumed him. Like an animal in heat, he forced himself on her, ignoring her pleas to stop, releasing his fertile seed deep into her womb. Over and over again, he made sure every night she was filled with his cum, having the sole mission to make her bear his children.

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

Doma had to travel southward for demon duties and he felt this was the perfect opportunity for you both to get closer. A whole week together, all alone while he was free from his duties, a chance to finally have some quality bonding time without his cult. It was a dream come true.

However, this place was in the middle of nowhere, hardly any villages, let alone stores, around. All the sources you used to protect yourself from Doma were gone, the foods and teas you consumed to prevent a pregnancy out of reach.

The only people around were fellow upper moons, who stayed far away from your husband, especially you.

Thus, you were forced to endure his doting behavior, forced to play his dangerous games, and forced to let him breed you.

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

"Pretty petal. So pretty, so beautiful. You're taking me so well, hah," Doma laughs, snapping his hips harshly, thick balls slapping against your skin. You bounced with every thrust, mewling and whimpering, begging him to slow down. It only stirred him on to go faster. "No, no, no, this is the best way to ensure maximum success with fertilizing you. I have to make sure my seed is as deep as possible inside you, my petal!"

The aching between your legs grew, arching your back as an orgasm washes over you once again. Your juices release over his thick cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your velvet walls constrict around him. "Ah! Ah, D-Doma!"

"Mm, hngh! P-petal! Petal! Petal! " Doma whines out, biting his bottom lip, grinning like a madman as the sweet relief of climax fast approaches him. His thrusts turn sloppy and his hips stutter. Quickly, he pulls out and leaves you feeling empty for a few seconds. He grabs your legs, hooking his arms around your knees, and pushes your thighs to your chest, claws digging into your plush skin as he starts to hammer into you. "So-so good! Such a good girl! You'll be such a good mother, sweet petal! Just you wait! I'll make you a mommy, ok? Just- fuck!"

He releases long, thick ropes of cum, painting your womb white with his fertile seed once more. He thrusts weakly, head falling back as he gasps. "Mm, ah-ah, [N-Name]...!" You squeeze your eyes shut, looking to the side, swallowing bitterly as he fills you to the brim, cum leaking out as he slides in and out. It drips onto the bed, staining the pristine, red cotton sheets.

"Oh, petal, please don't look away. I want to see you," Doma croons, pulling out with a shaky breath and looking down at the mess between your legs with a grin. White painted the sheets below like a puddle. He pulls out with a groan. Seeing the way your pussy gushes out his cum, flexing around nothing, it makes him want to take you all over again. He slides two fingers up across your folds, gathering his seed, and pushing it back into your sopping hole with his fingertips. He hums whilsts you whine, rocking your hips at the weird sensation. "Such a pretty sight, you took me so well, petal. I'm so proud of you!"

He's met with silence. Though, it doesn't bother him as he already fulfilled his task for the night. After five long rounds, he believes its enough for the day and he'll repeat the process tomorrow. For now, both of you need rest, we'll, mainly you if you're going to stay awake during the whole ordeal.

You were in a daze as Doma cleaned both you and himself up, changing the sheets into soft clean ones, and covering your body with the blankets, tucking it in.

"Good night, my pretty wife," Doma whispers, taking his spot beside you, his arms slithering around your frame and pulling you close. His chest pressed against your nude back, his legs tangling in yours, and he buried his face in your hair, taking a deep breath of your sweet aroma. "I love you..."

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

Immediately after coming back from your journey, Doma became busy, his schedule packed to the brim with orders from his master. It irritated him, saddened him even, that he would be apart from you for a while.

As much as he loved ravishing your body every night, he had to focus on completing every task with precise accuracy. He doesn't want to disappoint his master after all.

But before he left you alone the first night back, he replaced your assigned follower with a different one. One that reported back to him and carried out his orders, their loyalty to the demon overriding their morals to protect you.

He wasn't stupid. It didn't take long for him to figure out the tea you drank prevented you from becoming pregnant, a huge change to the tea he got to make you fertile. The news did upset him, but he hid the discovery and played along with your little antics. It made him try to come up with a solution, where he disguised the tea you drank to better fit his wishes.

Like an unsuspecting mouse, you walked right into the cat's claws.

Anyone who tried helping you was either eaten by Doma or killed by him in another manner. If the actions of a stupid, disloyal follower was keeping him away from his dream of having a family, the demon won't hesitate to get rid of them. They should know better.

Doma's dreams are his followers' orders.

If he says he dreamt of eating a hundred virgins, his followers should offer him the bountiful feast of meat from a hundred virgins.

If he says he dreamt of growing his cult, his followers should go out and recruit people to join them.

Now, if he says he dreams of a child with his wife, his followers should offer their help and make sure he gets his child.

By god, did they live up to his expectations for once. Everyone - from the ones who prepared your meals to the new members who brought you gifts - made sure every small action built up to the final wish of their leader's plan.

Every food and drink you consumed had been carefully chosen to help make you plump and help the baby grow. Every bath had been filled with excotic herbs to soothe your changing body. Every offering had slowly been gearing towards a human smaller than you. Yet, you never really paid attention to the small differences.

Doma noticed how tired you seem lately, how you complained to the follower assigned to you about the tenderness of your breast and the pain of your abdominal and pelvis area, and even how different you looked, almost glowing.

At first, he didn't put the pieces together. Surely all women were like this, right? Yet, that wasn't the case.

He found himself always wondering why your emotions were easily more unhinged, why you ate the foods he hand-fed you more easily, or why you were napping in the afternoon. Yes, he liked these changes and welcomed them eagerly, believing you were finally warming up to him. But why?

After nearly six weeks, you were worried why your period didn't come. You speculated the stress could have been a prominent factor in causing your late cycle, sometimes occurring in your youth. You seem bloated lately as well, you note, or it could've been weight gain due to the food you have been eating lately. Thus you brushed it off.

It'll come soon, you just know it. Afterall, you're still a human and change is a part of life.

In another area of the temple, a different situation was unfolding. When the trusted follower reported to Doma about your very late menstrual cycle, he clapped with joy like a child being entertained. Of course! How slow can he be?! You finally are carrying his child! The hormonal changes affected how you behaved with him and the sudden weight gain explained it all.

Oh, he just couldn't wait for the day to come!

However...

He had to make sure you did nothing irresponsible to push back his dream.

Doma became more strict and possessive with you. He didn't let you go anywhere alone. Even if you were in the privacy of your room, someone had to be there.

The days where you spent waiting for him in your bedroom were now spent at his side. He forced you to sit on his lap like before, feeding you more than you're used to. Any question concerning his increase of doting behavior was met with a laugh and a kiss to your cheek. "I just love you so much, I want you to be healthy!"

Doma isn't stupid. He knew the moment he mentioned, or even insinuated, you were pregnant, you would break down and possibly affect the baby negatively. He didn't know if you were capable of taking drastic measures of getting rid of it this far along, but he didn't want to find out.

With careful, watchful eyes, Doma made sure everyday you were fed well, that you were always protected, and made sure nothing upset you. He went the extra mile to find medicine and herbs incase you ever fell ill. The demon made sure your attention was always occupied to keep from noticing your changing body.

To say it worked was an understatement.

By the fifth month, you realized despite your growing stomach, you weren't gaining weight anywhere else. Most of your clothes fit like a glove except around your abdomen.

Your heart began to race as you wracked your mind of the events for the past few months.

When was the last time you had gotten your period?

You don't recall changing your sheets every month because you stained it, nor do you recall dealing with the hassle of keeping yourself clean. Come to think of it, you felt at ease these past few months, the usual cramps and cravings you felt no longer bothering you like before.

Ridding yourself of your clothes, slipping your kimono off until you're left in your undergarments of hadajyuban and susuyoke. You undid your sash and revealed your stomach. You're met with the sight of your bulging tummy and tender breasts. Pressing a finger pad to the skin of your stomach, it seemed firm instead of soft and plush. With a shaky breath, you pressed your palms against your stomach and...

Kick. Kick.

You removed your hands immediately, face falling. No...

No. No! No! No!

How didn't you notice it before!?

Your chest fell and rose quickly with every breath you took, hyperventilating as the situation dawned on you. You were pregnant. Actually pregnant with that damn demon's child. A bellowing scream ripped from your throat, the high-pitch intensity resonating like shattering glass throughout the temple.

Doma raced to your bedroom, fearing the worse as he heard his wife scream. He ran into the bedroom, only to be met with your form bawling on the floor, hunched over as sobs wracked your body. Followers tried to console you, yet you ignored them.

Doma approached you carefully and crouched down, but the moment he put a hand on your back, you whipped your head and cracked your hand across his face like a whip. He fell back, catching himself, shock etched into his features. You... You hit him? He paid no mind to the followers who raced to his side, asking him if he was okay. He was more surprised you dared slap him.

The stinging of his cheek didn't hurt , but it caught him off guard. He looked up and leered at you with wide eyes. Yet he clashed with the burning, sorrowful gaze you held.

"Fuck you! Goddamnit, leave me alone, you monster! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!!" You screech, standing up and burying your face in your hands. Tears slipped through your fingers and dripped to the floor.

Doma smiled, finally understanding why you were reacting the way you were. He began chuckling, then giggling, and then he broke into a fit of laughter. He stood up and held a hand to his face, looking at you with a crazed, delighted expression on his face. Gleefully, he spoke, "Oh, petal! You finally caught on!"

You shake your head and begin crying louder, turning your back to the demon. "No, no, no...," you whimper.

"We're going to be parents...," Doma croons, taking small, quiet steps towards you. Like before, he tries pulling you close but you brush him off.

"Please... Please, just leave me alone...!"

"Oh, [Name], you'll see. Once our baby is here, you'll love being a mommy. Just like I'll love being a papa...!"

"No... I didn't want this...."

"But I did! I told you for so long...," Doma whispers, uncomfortably close to you. He lets out a breathy laugh. "And now that you're finally with child, I'm going to make sure I see my baby no matter what."

You could only stand in horror, listening to his voice. The panic crawled up your throat, fear taking hold of you as you froze up. With bated breath, you wait for him to leave. But his next words made your heart drop and blood run cold.

"I'm willing to do anything for our child, [Name]. Even if it means I may have to hurt you to guarantee their safe arrival."

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

Doma is not submissive and breedable. He is dominant and fertile.

He finally has his wish of having a family with the woman he loves.

And he'll do anything to make it come true.

Even if it means he has to become the monster and hurt you to get it.

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐��𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜,

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

[hdrobby]

it’s difficult for him to keep his emotions at bay, & that’s obvious now to the rest of the group he’s working with. many of them haven’t witnessed one of his ❝ outbursts ❞ until now, & he can’t help but wonder if they view him differently after seeing this side of him. niel seems to have his leader hat on & is doing an alright job at talking him down, but robby can’t help but think he’s being judged. that could just be his soft paranoia now that the tensions are higher, but it’d make sense to him if niel took mason’s side in all of this. both of them have been training longer than he has, & they may feel like they’re on their way out if they don’t succeed during their evaluation. he can see how that makes sense, but it doesn’t make him any less angry or frustrated. taking a deep breath, he turns his head & gives niel his undivided attention as he speaks, & though he’s half-tempted to roll his eyes at him out of reflex, he forces himself not to. that’ll only cause more problems & waste even more time.

❝ i’ll only apologize to him if he apologizes to me, ❞ he replies, crossing his arms over his chest. ❝ you can say that maybe my reaction made things worse, but if mason kept his mouth shut in the first place, we wouldn’t even be talking about any of this. he needs to learn to take the loss & get over himself... ❞ it’s clear that he’s still feeling some fragments of anger, & it’s coming out in his speech even if he’s not wholly conscious of it. ❝ look, i need to move. i need to get this outta my system, & i’m tired of just standing out here & talking to you about it. i don’t mean for that to sound fucked up, but like, we’ve got work to do, as you know, & i’d rather be dancing. ❞ lifting himself from the wall that he’s leaned up against, he heads towards the door to the practice room ;; eager to get his limbs going since it’ll definitely aid in relieving his stress. talking about his woes has never really helped him. he’d rather burn off that heavy energy with dance, or exercise, or skateboarding — not a counseling session.

❝ i think mason took off to the bathroom, if you wanna check on him. i dunno. ❞ with that, he enters the rehearsal space ;; getting his head back in the game.

niel wondered for a moment if this spat was beyond his pay grade. of course the one time he actually signed up to lead he got stuck with this situation. but still he let robby express what he was feeling. that was the point after all. to let robby talk it out and hopefully get to a place where they could at least work together and not have it affect the rest of their team.

and niel could acknowledge that he probably was a little bit biased in this case. he too was a senior trainee, he understood the mindset that might lead to mason doing something “greedy”. so even if the description robby used made him wince a little bit he tried to remind himself that robby was just eager to prove himself somehow. he’d been there too. niel also tamped down the urge to point out that this right now was wasting more valuable practice time when it could have been solved with a very simple ‘no thanks, i’ll stay with what i have right now.’

“he got lucky being put in two different evaluation groups.” niel agreed. and even he could admit he was pretty jealous of that luck. especially when the other team had a much more rap-heavy song versus this one. “but i wouldn’t call it greed to want to show off the skill you’re most confident in twice. one could say you got lucky in being the first to speak up.” niel hesitated. “i won’t make you apologize i’m not your parent. but i think it would be good for the team if you both apologized to each other. not now but maybe once you’ve had the chance to calm down a bit.”

niel almost wanted to touch robby’s shoulder or something but he wasn’t sure if that was for his own nerves or to try to convey he wasn’t angry. “if you don’t think you can do that then all i ask is just give each other space, okay? i won’t make you change positions or give up anything because you did call dibs first.” niel was sure he was repeating himself a little but he wanted to be very clear on that point. he wasn’t going to make anyone do anything. that wasn’t how he wanted to lead. “but we still do have to work together as a team. so whatever has to happen to make that a reality let me know. i’ll have a talk with mason too at some point.”

[hajimine]

➵ HOW YOU COMFORT THEM WHEN THEY LOSE A GAME

a/n: this is a req from my old blog that i really liked so i’m doing another one but with different characters this time :] i love this concept sm bc our boys need our love and support as well :( they shouldn’t be the one giving all the time

characters: iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou (yes, again <3), oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji

IWAIZUMI HAJIME ➞ his brows were furrowed and his mouth was pulled into a straight line, the frustration in his face clearly visible. he’s trying to avoid your gaze, and when you gently hold his face to get him to look at you, he clenched his jaw and balled his fists, glassy eyes betraying the tough-guy facade he’s trying so hard to maintain. “it’s not your fault,” you whisper, kissing the crease between his brows. you engulf him in a hug, gently holding his head against your chest, hoping that the steady beat of your heart can bring him some sense of peace and stability. “you did amazing in the game, hajime, one loss doesn’t reflect the entirety of your skills.” his fingers found their way to the hem of your shirt, and he grasps it tightly, almost as if he’s afraid that you’re going to leave. “you’re my ace, alright? i’m proud of you.” iwaizumi exhales loudly and melts into the hug, the tension in his shoulders slowly dissipating as you place a kiss on the crown of his head.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU ➞ he’s a mess. bokuto doesn’t even seem to notice that you’re currently standing just a few feet away from where he’s sitting. “kou?” you tried. no response. “baby,” you call out again, approaching him and carding your fingers through his already disheveled hair. “it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. you’ll blast through them even more next time, kay? just like you always do.” he looks up at you with his lips downturned, and your heart hurts because of how broken he looks. “let’s go home, i’ll order your favorite food and we can cuddle ‘til you fall asleep, yeah?” you place your hands on his cheeks and smile at him, hoping that he can see how proud of him you are. you give him a kiss on the forehead, one on each eyelid, another on the tip of his nose, and one last one on the corner of his lips. he pulls you into a tight hug and buries his face in your stomach, breathing in your scent. and when he finally releases you from his embrace, the frown on his lips is still present, but his eyes shine a little bit brighter than it did a few moments ago.

OIKAWA TOORU ➞ he’s cheerful and bubbly and flirty, but everything is just so painfully fake. his smile doesn’t reach his eyes at all, and when he thinks no one is looking, you see him staring into the distance with an empty look in his eyes. “hey,” you walk towards him with intent, and before he could utter yet another cheery greeting, you poke him in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. he whines dramatically, but you completely ignore him and clasp your fingers behind his neck, pulling him towards you so that the two of you were at eye level with each other. “stop pretending like you’re okay. you don’t have to wear a fake smile in front of me, i’m here for you, alright?” you pressed your forehead against his and watch as the practiced smile on his lips crumble, allowing you to see the person behind the mask—someone who’s tired and sad and angry; someone who has real and raw emotions. okay, he murmurs, voice cracking just a little bit. he squeezes his eyes shut and clings onto you, and the two of you stay there for a little while as he mimics your steady breathing to get himself to calm down.

AKAASHI KEIJI ➞ he’s quiet. sitting on the bench with his face buried in the palms of his hands, akaashi’s shoulders are hunched, as if he desperately wants to make himself look smaller. you sit next to him and places a hand on his lap, “keiji,” you whisper. you don’t offer him anything else; you don’t try to get him to talk because you know that’s not what he needs right now. the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, and after a few moments, akaashi takes a deep breath and places his hand on top of yours, squeezing gently—an expression of gratitude. you can’t help but smile when he lays his head on your shoulder and laces his fingers in yours, “i love you,” you whisper. akaashi doesn’t answer immediately, but the way he places a gentle kiss on the back of your hand and how his lips linger on your skin for a moment too long speaks louder than those three words ever could. he might not be the most verbal of men, but he expresses his love and appreciation for you in more ways than one.

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[diavolosthots]

This got really long so i put it under a cut and I'm totally going backward with this series but i cant help myself. I HAVE to start with my husband. Most of these are my own headcanons but please read the warning.

Warning: some of these are confirmed in lessons/devilgrams. If you dont want spoilers, don't read the ones in red. (Also Note: I remember reading all of these either in the game or on the official wiki page but I could not find all the in-game sources if you asked me to. Still, they are tagged as spoilers.)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾DIAVOLO Life Headcanons☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Diavolo’s dad, the Demon King (whom I Headcanon to be named Daemon. I could write headcanons on that guy too?? Lemme know what you guys want) loved Diavolo’s mom dearly and Diavolo was thus a product of pure love, not necessarily just to have an heir. That’s just a bonus. 

Sadly Diavolo’s mom died in childbirth, leaving only the Demon King and Barbatos to take care of him. 

This caused the King to begin resenting his son and Daemon grew cold. Barbatos was, more often than not, the one who took care of little Diavolo, although Diavolo tried desperately to win his dad’s affections, never truly understanding why his father would hate him. 

Diavolo was a rambunctious child and caused a lot of trouble, much to his father’s dismay, and he found himself in trouble a lot. 

On top of that, Diavolo is also highly emotional and it wasn’t until much later that he learned that tears won’t get him anywhere. Barbatos used to give him sweets and tea every time he cried, which was a lot thanks to his dad.

Although the butler did stop this at some point, that’s definitely where Diavolo’s love for tea came from

Barbatos is definitely, and has always been, someone he confided in, and he found it hard to view him as nothing but a ‘servant’, per his dad. It’s not even that his father hated Barbatos or thought of him as lesser than, he just didn’t like that Diavolo confided more in him than anyone else. 

Diavolo definitely had a rebellious phase as he grew up. The mixture of his absent-father’s non-existent love and the responsibilities put on his shoulders from a very young age got too much for him at some point and let’s just say…. Diavolo had a lot of ‘oopsies’ in his ‘teenage’ years. 

If you know, you know. They are no longer among the living. R.I.P. 

People used Diavolo a lot because of this, though. The lack of care and love at home caused a young Diavolo to be naive and trust too easily, getting hurt in the process

Which is why Barbatos now has a torture chamber for the enemies of Diavolo (or people who just want/use him for the wrong reasons)

When Diavolo didn’t try to escape the castle for some love, he found comfort in art and unbeknownst to both his father and anyone else working at the castle, Barbatos helped him build a mini art gallery up in one of the towers where Diavolo still goes for some relaxation or just to think. 

A lot of people backstabbed him as he grew up and even he himself backstabbed a lot of people as well. At some point he saw the hurt he caused and decided to never lie again, and now he’s always telling the truth, albeit he can beat around the bush a lot, and knows for certain when someone else is lying to him. 

At some point, his father forbade him to treat Barbatos as more than a trusted servant and that pretty much solidified his dislike, not hatred, for his father. 

As he grew up into the man he is now, he started to see his dad as more of an authoritarian ruler that works for his own political gain rather than the well being of everyone. The Devildom was never in shambles, or anything, but one could feel a clear hierarchy and there was definitely tension with the other two realms 

His father was actually the one is (somewhat, if not fully) started the war against heaven (not to be confused with the celestial war that the brothers were part of)

Now, he never hated his father, truly. To a certain extent, he actually understood why his father was the way he was. He lost his beloved wife for a son he had to grow a new relationship with. Diavolo never thought his father hated him, either, but one could tell that their relationship was filled with grief, heartache, and even a sense of regret. 

Diavolo never blamed his father, though, and as he grew older, he took certain aspects of his father’s character into his own: loyalty, ambition, and honesty. 

That’s why his father stepped down, but not fully since Diavolo hasn’t been crowned yet. The Demon King is tired; tired of pushing through the days, and Diavolo understands. 

The situation with his parents is also the reason why Diavolo refuses to settle down so easily. He’s scared of both A.) trusting the wrong people again, like he had many times before, and B.) of having the same fate as his father and mother. 

That and Barbatos is highly protective of him lol Good luck getting past the butler if you want to be with the future King. 

One of the main reasons Diavolo keeps up the naive and himbo attitude is also because he never got to be a kid. His father pushed him straight into royal life once he was old enough to comprehend things. 

This does not mean, though, that Diavolo is actually a himbo. He’s quite intelligent and there’s a reason for everything he does. 

Diavolo doesn’t believe in coincidences and is a firm believer in fate; that everything happens as it should and for a reason (A/N: homie is a determinist and that lowkey makes me happy lol)

That’s why he’s perfectly fine taking his time and doing his thing. He likes to have a certain sense of control, of course, but not to the extent that Lucifer does. He’s cool going with the flow as well. 

Speaking of Lucifer, the reason he views him as a best friend and even family is because Diavolo believes he can relate to the absence of a father that’s supposed to be there no matter what

That and because Lucifer is brutally honest. He doesn’t take Diavolo for granted and he certainly doesn’t want Diavolo around for the riches and fame. Diavolo appreciates that a lot. 

Diavolo gets along with pretty much everyone; he’s very adaptable because he has to be. However, that doesn’t necessarily make him an extrovert. As a matter of fact, he’s actually more of an introvert and likes to keep to himself or with a limited group of close friends

Speaking of friends, Diavolo doesn’t have a lot, if any, outside of the brothers and Barbatos. It’s hard to know who to trust when so many people just want to use him or rob him, even strip him of his title. 

Diavolo is very lonely, as a matter of fact, and he hopes, prays even, that he could find a bond with someone, anyone, like Lucifer shares with his brothers. In a sense, he may even be jealous of the seven. 

Although his life was less than peachy, even if he did have everything anyone could ever wish for, Diavolo craves true emotional connections, which is why he clings to Barbatos and Lucifer. 

This, however, doesn’t mean he is helpless. He’s very much an independent, intelligent, and ambitious man, and he is excited for the future, whatever it may hold. 

[magicpumpkin3]

hey you i see your req are open ? if you have time , can you write about reader ( female or gender natural ) who always act cold and strong in front of other but one day the dorm leader see her crying in the sleep . they like having a nightmares about the dorm leader leaving them and sleep talk about begging them to stay ?

i am sorry if this is too long .

Note: I went through seven stages of grief while writing this. And the crazy part, I have no idea why! (Prob BC of the art/writing block).

Note№2: I sincerely apologize for the delay. But at last, most of my finals are over and I hope my will to live and create will return (and NOT at 3 AM!)

Riddle Rosehearts

He honestly didn't know you fell asleep. You were staying in his room, listening to him, rambling about his dorm members not understanding the importance of rules.

He stopped rambling as soon as you let out a small sob. Slowly turning his head towards you, to make sure he didn't mishear it, Riddle looks at you. Another sob leaves you followed shortly by a hitched inhale. He's momentarily at your side. Riddle isn't quite sure what to do. He knows for sure, he needs to wake you up. While he attempts to do so, you start crying even more, particular shacking from the amount of tears.

Riddle stills when he hears you call out for him. Never have he ever imagined you, of all people calling for him. It's unusual for you to show such deep emotions to anyone so poor thing is absolutely lost at what to do again. He had similar nightmares too (not to the point of years though), so he understands your fear.

He attempts to comfort you in your sleep, since he could wake you up. Riddle hugs you and whispers reassuring things and lot's of "I'll never leave you"s. He'll never mention it to anyone but he will talk about this with you for sure.

Leona Kingscholar

It was one of the many sleepless nights for Leona. He usually listened to your heart to fall asleep faster, feeling safe and loved. Laying on top of you, using you as a pillow, it always helped.

Leona is no stranger to nightmares, quiet the opposite actually. But never did he imagen that you will have one. In front of him. There isn't a lot of people who would understand you, lucky for you, Leona is one of a few, who understand. He trys to wake you up at first, causing you to cry even more. He's panicking, he has no idea what to do. You're always so cold, calm and quiet one of the many reasons why he likes to sleep near you.

Once Leona hears your cry for him, beginning him, to stay. He stills, not believing his ears. He had similar nightmares about you, leaving him. You were always there to comfort him when those night terrors came, so he does the same for you.

He cuddles you, pat's your head, running his fingers through your hair and says probably the sweetest things you'll ever hear from him. Leona won't mention it to anyone and won't talk with you about it. He will cuddle you more and say encouraging stuff to you in private though.

Azul Ashengrotto

He was in his office, counting contracts, before heading towards his room. He couldn't leave his angelfish waiting! You and Azul made an agreement that whenever he's being late to your 'privet' date, you'd wait for him in his room.

Standing right outside the room, Azul heard faint crying. Momentarily, he enters room, normally he knocks, even though it's his room, privacy is privacy but in this situation, he had to.

Seeing you crying in your sleep, made his personal killbill siren go insane! Usually it was the other way around, you comforting him after another bad dream. So Azul did what you usually did to him, try to wake you up and comfort you.

You let out another cry but with his name. Poor Azul was afraid you were having nightmare about him, hurting you. He was about to push away, when you weekly grabbed onto his arm and pleaded to stay with you, still asleep.

Azul stayed by your side whole night, not daring to fall asleep. Not like he could. Whispering words of love and reassurance, cuddling you, with his whole being, Azul silently cried with you, feeling your pain, like no one else. He won't say a word to anyone but he will talk about your fears and insecurities.

Kalim Al-Asim

He just returned from one of his night flys. Usually he just flys on his carpet whenever he couldn't sleep, thais was one of those nights. As soon as you entered Kalim's room and sat down on his bed, you fell asleep, due to up coming exams. Sunshine boy truly tried to fall asleep with you but he couldn't.

So imagen his suprise, when he heard your crys. You! The ice majesty you! You were like that comical 'polar opposites' couple. If anything, it was most likely him being the crying one then you!

Poor Kalim was panicking half of the time! He was about to call Jamil for help (since vice dorm leader always helped him to calm down in saddest moments) but then he heard your crys for him. You, the always cool and calm, you were calling for him???

Kalim wouldn't even try to wake you up in fear of scaring you even more, instead he'd attempt to comfort you through your sleep. Hugging, cuddling you, pressing gentle kisses here and there. He'd try to stay awake the whole night but unfortunately he falls asleep embracing you. In the morning he's very tempted to ask others for advice but Kalim understands, that it's too personal. He'll be a bit awkward about it (he doesn't know how to approach you when it comes to emotions) but he will talk with you about your nightmares.

Vil Schoenheit

Normally he was the one to fall asleep first but oh well. You did look horribly tired this whole day. Schoenheit was in a good mood, so he decided to have a beauty sleep with you (aka go to sleep at 9 pm).

He was about to fell asleep but was shacken back to the reality with your sobs. At first, he thought it was just his sleepy mind and imagination but when you started to toss around the bed and cry even more aggressively. Vil would usually just knocked some sense into you, to not ruin his beauty sleep but it's not the case.

He isn't the best guy if you need comfort. Especially if he's used to you being cold and calm on the outside (like him). So Vil is really confused on what to do. Logically he'd try to wake you up first and if that fails, he'd still be lost for a good fee seconds. Don't be mad at him, please, he trys his best. Vil would try to hug you and keep you in place, so you wouldn't accidentally hurt yourself, try to calm you, by saying stuff like 'it's okay', 'let it out' and 'sh…I'm here for you'.

When he first heard you cry for him, Vil like Azul thought, he was the cause of your tears. He was about to start to think some really depressing things but then you begged for him to stay. It's like something snapped in him. Vil never thought that you'd be that attached to him. He'd be more 'aggresive' in his calming attempts. More 'I love you's and 'I won't ever leave you's, tightening his embrace and all. He wouldn't talk to anyone about it and he would be hesitant to talk to you about it too. Since he's also an 'ice queen' he tried to think how'd that go through his point of view. But in the end you'd still discussed it.

Idia Shroud

You both were chillaxing in his room. Idia was having one of those long night gaming marathon/sessions and you accidentally fell asleep on his bed. Idia doesn't mind though, he understands that you're probably tired and his bed is comfy!

Before long, he was at max level fighting with the boss and he was about to disintegrate that worthless being- Wait, did he hear it correct? Pushing pause, Idia pushed his headphones a bit. Yep, that was someone crying. Hold on... IT'S JUST YOU AND HIM HERE!!! Remember, I told you about killbill siren in Azul's head? Now THIS is a killbill siren. Idia is panicking his shit out and has no actual idea what to do! His anxiety level has never been so high.

Usually he was the one having nightmares (if you were lucky to catch him asleep) in your couple, so if something you or Ortho were the one to comfort him. Poor Idia, he was on the verge of tears from the panic. He was about to call Ortho for help when he heard your cry for him, his name being chocked out from your trembling body. Hesitant, he would try to wake you up (And miserably failed). Idia will mostly say reassuring words and won't do much physical contact since he's afraid of scaring you even more. He really is worried, don't get me wrong! After that, he would only ask Ortho for the advice (or internet in anon mode). He doesn't want to mess up things even more so he'll be shy asking you about it. You and him will still talk at some point though.

Malleus Draconia

Fae's sleeping schedule is a... wierd thing but it is what it is. Usually Malleus just watches you sleep instead of sleeping himself. So here you were in bed next to him, sleeping peacefully, while Draconia watched you like a hawk.

So when your face started to show the slightest hints of discomfort, he noticed it. And from that moment on, his 'protecting' instincts were acting up. He didn't risk waking you up right away but he git closer to your sleeping form non-theless. He was monitoring everything, starting with what expression does your face makes and ending with your heart beat.

When you let out your first shaky sob, Malleus felt like there's a crack in the floor and it's getting bigger. He had no idea what to do. While he was spacing out and silently panicking, you started to cry even harder. Poor baby, was scared to do anything! He tried to wake you up but you just started crying even harder! Malleus got a heart attack when you cried his name out. Like Azul he thought, he was the reason of your nightmare. The only thought about it made him go to the verge of tears. Malleus was brought back to the reality by you, pleading for him to stay. Mal mal would hug you, whisper promises of being with you forever and try to slowly rock you like a baby to ease your bad dream. He won't mention it to anyone and won't talk with about it. But if it happens again, he'll decently confront you about your nightmares.

[devildomimagines]

could we maybe get the brothers' reactions to an mc that has a lot of bottled up anger issues? kinda similar to how satan is with his wrath, but they just... can't stay mad for very long; they can be upset, sure, but mad? angry, even?? maybe for like, idk, a minute before it just fizzles out.

Sure thing! I love exploring emotions so let's go~

Belphegor

He doesn’t totally understand the rage but he’s lived with Satan long enough.

Though don’t get him wrong, he’s been angry before, frustrated and grieving to the point of murder *cough* but typically he doesn’t have the energy to expend.

Belphie definitely knows the feeling of fatigue once the anger has run its course and left you burnt out.

He offers you support in those moments, calm and quiet so as to not fan the embers.

If he’s awake, he recognizes the first signs of your anger. Your short replies, the tension in your jaw and the way your fists clench and unclench.

He’s never seen you let loose but he secretly wants to see the destruction you could cause.

If he catches it in time, he’ll pull you away from the situation, claiming he needed you for a nap.

Beelzebub

The same as his twin, not typically angry but understands from being around Satan.

The only times you can remember seeing him in a fit of anger were when he was denied food one too many times or when his team lost their Fangol match.

Beel doesn’t think you would be as explosive as he has seen Satan be but he also doesn’t want to take the chance and have you get in trouble.

I like to think he’s pretty attuned to his human, he can sense when their heart rate raises or feel the tension in the air when their anger flares.

He immediately takes steps to extricate you, even if that means throwing you over his shoulder and booking it out the door.

I think he would go to Satan for things that he does to calm down to try to help you. He wouldn’t name you, to keep your privacy, but unfortunately he’s a terrible liar so it’s pretty obvious.

Since he’s built like a brick house, he offers to be your punching bag if you ever need it, he swears he wouldn’t feel a thing. It’s tough to stay mad long enough to take him up on that offer but it’s appreciated.

Asmodeus

I think Asmo has the best understanding of wrath having heard it from the source directly.

Satan has monologued Asmo’s ear off about everything from how he felt to how he dealt with it.

When Asmo sees the same anger in you, he immediately jumps in, just as he would with Satan.

The only thing that won’t work on you would be Asmo’s charmspeak. Since you aren’t affected by his Avatar, he can’t sweet talk you down off fury’s ledge.

He knows other tricks, breathing exercises or distractions work just as well and he’s noticed you’re much quicker to recover than Satan would be.

He worries for the times you’re not with him, would you use his tricks or would you let the anger fester and bubble up under the surface?

The easiest solution in his eyes is to always be with you, no need to worry if he’s always available to you.

Satan

Satan has felt the familiar pangs of wrath coming from you previously and he gets it. Good lord does he get it. He’s never related to someone more than you, once you’ve disclosed this about yourself.

He nods when you describe it as the anger starting out slow and red-hot like lava creeping through every vein in your body. 

Then it’s all consuming and all you can feel is the fire of wrath. In those moments you recognize the need to punch, kick, or scream; something to relieve the fury.

But before you can act on it, the rage is gone. You’re left charred and feeling empty inside; the fire having consumed your being and left nothing alive.

He can share various things he’s learned to keep his own wrath at bay but it doesn’t always help so he’s promised to be your outlet when you need to let go.

He’d rather you explode at him than finding you in the aftermath of being burnt out. It breaks his heart when you give him that look that both says “you’re too late” and “I’m sorry, I tried.”

Satan would never be disappointed in you, so he reassures you all the time, “There’s no need to bottle up your emotions around me.”

Leviathan

We’ve all seen him get angry in game, mostly exploding at Mammon.

In those situations, when he’s comfortable, he’s very expressive, but more than the other brothers, he understands bottling up undesirable emotions that you don’t want to deal with or have others deal with.

He knows firsthand how that doesn’t help, if anything it escalates the issue in your own head. It’s like an echochamber of all your worst thoughts being amplified.

Levi offers to always listen to you rant, wherever, whenever. It’s the middle of the night and Beel’s destroying the kitchen on the other side of your bedroom wall for the 6th night that week? Give him a call. Asmo dragged you out to a club and you’re tired and want to come home? Call him, he’ll come get you. Mammon sold one of your personal items? He will gladly add it to the list of things he pesters Mammon about.

Just as you have listened to his rants on video games, anime or manga, he’ll be there to listen to your rants if it helps your anger.

He doesn’t know specific techniques to help but he can offer examples of what they did in the anime, “My Roommate Leaves Dirty Dishes in the Sink for so Long That They Get Moldy and Now I Need to Use One of the Moldy Dishes. Is It Passive Aggressive to Ask Them to do the Dishes or is it Just Aggressive?”

If you don’t want to talk about it then he’ll offer to take out your anger on some video game baddies as a substitute.

Mammon

Not gonna lie, he might be the cause of your anger sometimes.

When he’s not going through your things, he’s pretty clingy and a bit pushy. He doesn’t always say what he means and talks himself in circles when he doesn’t want to admit to something. It can be annoying if your personality doesn’t mesh well with that.

Mammon is, however, very quick to pick up on the shift in your demeanor. 

He’ll roll back his last action whatever it may be. If he threw an arm around your shoulder, he’d remove it. If he made a joke, he takes it back and apologizes. 

If it wasn’t something he did then he jumps to your defense, often putting himself in between you and the offending party.

He usually gives Satan space but Mammon wants to help you if he can.

I could see him being very sweet to you after an episode, trying to soothe the edges that came undone, even if only for a second.

Lucifer

King of swallowing emotions, let me tell you.

If you wanted advice on how to not bottle your emotions, this is not the demon for you.

He does understand the rage though. How it burns and devastates anything that comes in contact and how it can take on a life of its own……

Lord Diavolo help you if this is ever directed at Lucifer but if it’s not then he will happily offer his services to smite the cause.

Lucifer may worry that your wrath feeds off of and develops with Satan’s. The worst possibility being you start feeling resentment towards him just like the fourth born.

He will learn your triggers and will make an effort to avoid them if possible to keep your anger to a minimum.

Lucifer will always be available to talk to and would be comforting and accommodating behind closed doors.

[cheri-translates]

Headcanon - When he thinks you’re going to kiss him

Original title: 当他以为你要亲他

Original author: 君兮耶君兮 (jun xi ye jun xi)

[ VICTOR ]

Your gaze flits from Victor to the bookshelf, as though pondering on something quietly. While reading his documents, Victor’s sharp senses cause him to notice this. His eyebrows arch slightly as he waits for your next move.

Finally, you come to a decision. You step forward slowly, then lean down in front of him. “Victor...”

“Dummy,” he mumbles with a chuckle. He cooperates, closing his eyes and tilting his chin slightly.

“Hm? What did I do?” You express confusion, reaching out for a novel from the shelf behind him. Since he’s blocking your way, you have no choice but to grab the book through this intimate posture.

Victor stiffens, and he opens his eyes instantly. Your face is filled with question marks as you hold the book before him.

“Why did you close your eyes?”

“...my eyes were tired, so I was resting them.”

“Oh?” You glance at him slyly. “Even though you looked pretty weird smiling with your eyes closed, I believe you.”

In contrast to what you just said, the words “I don’t believe you” are more or less etched on your face in bold.

“...a certain company’s financial status is in line with expectations. That’s why I was smiling.” Unable to ignore the teasing look in your eyes, he sets down his notebook laptop, then stands up and pinches your face. “Why are you laughing?”

“I’m not, I’m not!” You quickly plead for forgiveness. “You’re the boss, so whatever you say is correct!” With this, you rescue your face from his clutches, preparing to flee.

One step ahead, Victor sees through your plan. How could he possibly let you off? He tugs on your arm, pressing you to his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I just wanted to read a book to relieve boredom,” you give him an embarrassed smile. “Since your eyes were closed, I actually planned to give you a kiss reluctantly. It’s your fault for calling me a dummy.”

“Reluctantly?” Victor chuckles in spite of himself. An arm snakes around your waist, causing you to tremble. His finger pad rubs your lips, and his scent occupies all of your senses. 

“Since you’re here, don’t think of leaving.”

[ GAVIN ]

Standing in front of Gavin, you mete out your commands.

“Close your eyes and lift your head.”

Gavin is currently sitting on the bed and fixing a jigsaw puzzle. Thinking that you’re playing a game, he follows your instructions obediently. As he feels your soft fingers tilting his chin upwards slightly, he thinks about how his girl is no longer as shy as before, and knows how to initiate intimacy with him now.

But… nothing happens.

Just as he’s about to open his eyes, the hand pinching his chin shifts over to his cheek, giving it a light tug. “Keep your eyes closed.”

“Okay.”

He doesn’t put much thought into it, guessing that you’re just feeling shy.

You lean over, your warm breaths brushing his face. Gavin feels his muscles stiffening.

All of a sudden, something sticks to his lips. He subconsciously opens his mouth, but very quickly realises that something’s off. The thing that made contact isn’t you, but a cold and rounded object.

“Hey, don’t bite my lipstick!” Your heart aches as you stare at the bite marks on your newly bought lipstick.

“Lipstick?” Gavin’s eyes snap open, spotting himself in the mirror behind you. Sure enough, his lips are now dyed a bright red because of you. He freezes.

You point to your own lips. “Mm. I wanted to test if the shade’s nice, but I’ve already applied another shade. I needed you to be the model.” Tilting your head to admire the view, you chuckle. “Not bad.”

The grip around your wrist tightens. Before you can react, the man in front of you nibbles your lips gently. Two shades of lipsticks meld together, forming a new colour.

After a long while, Gavin finally lets you off so that you can catch your breath. As you lay in his arms with your cheeks flushed, he lowers his head to give you a peck on the lips.

“Your new lipstick looks pretty good.”

[ LUCIEN ]

“Professor Lucien!” You interlace your fingers together with his while lying in his arms.

Lucien looks down, meeting your bright and clear eyes. He responds with a knowing smile, lowering his head in compliance. “How did you know that I wanted a...”

Propping yourself up on his shoulder, you reach for a book on the shelf behind him.

Lucien: ...

“Know about what?” You snuggle yourself back into his arms. Based on his expression, you can tell what he thought was about to happen. However, you can’t resist the urge to tease him. You blink innocently. “I just wanted to grab a book.”

How could Lucien not know what’s on your mind? He bows his head to watch you, the deep pools of his eyes almost sucking you in.

“I thought my Little Miss was going to give me a kiss to recharge my batteries.” Lucien sounds wronged. Along with his usual piteous expression, you aren’t able to withstand it.

You gulp. No matter how handsome the fictional men in novels are, they can’t compare to your Professor Lucien - a feast for the eyes.

Seeing your emotions stir, Lucien follows up with his victory. “Turns out I thought too much. It’s okay, you can carry on with what you were busy with. I’ll just stay here on my own.”

He releases his hold on your waist. If you ignored Lucien’s watery gaze, you might have believed he was genuinely leaving you to your own devices.

“Pfft.” You can’t help but burst into a chuckle. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you close the distance between the both of you. Giving him a peck on the lips, you grin while asking, “Do you still want to stay here on your own?”

Lucien’s return gift is another kiss.

“I think two people might be happier than one.”

[ KIRO ]

You spot something sticking on Kiro’s hair, and think of getting it out for him.

“Kiro, lower your head.”

Misunderstanding your intentions, Kiro complies and closes his eyes. He rushes you cheerfully. “Go on, Miss Chips! I just ate a strawberry flavoured candy, so my kiss will definitely be really sweet!”

You roll your eyes, grabbing a cushion at the side and using it to smack him on the face. “You ate snacks on the sly again! And you hid them from me! I’m telling Savin!”

“Miss Chips, I lied. I didn’t eat any strawberry flavoured candy!” The undisciplined and lawless Little Kiro is most afraid of the Great Agent Savin.

“You changed your story so quickly. Who would believe you?” Although you usually fear Savin’s wrath as well, you aren’t an accomplice this time. If you were to spill the beans to Savin, he might give you permission to eat fried chicken and drink cola right in front of Kiro... Just the thought of this scene makes you happy!

Sensing your doubt, Kiro opens his mouth with an “ah”, showing that there really isn’t anything in his mouth. Then, he reveals a bag of unopened strawberry candies from behind him. “Look, I haven’t opened it yet. I wanted to eat them with you when you got back, but you wronged me.”

Taking the bag, you confirm that it hasn’t been opened. Looks like you truly maligned him. You scratch your head in embarrassment. “Sorry, Kiro. I misunderstood you.”

“Your apology is so insincere. I want a kiss!” Kiro shuts his eyes, straightforward and frank.

With a resigned chuckle, you readily give him a peck.

Your eyes snap open abruptly.

Where did that pitiful Kiro from earlier go to?

All that’s left is a bear cub with a mischievous smile. “You’ve found out, haven’t you? It was actually a tangerine flavoured candy. Miss Chips and I are accomplices now, so you can’t tell Savin!”

[ SHAW ]

You’re standing in front of him, unflinching and unblinking.

“Shaw.”

Meeting your clear eyes, the amusement in Shaw’s eyes darkens. He lowers his head obediently, letting you do as you please.

However, his tone is one of reluctance. “Tsk. I can’t say no to you. Go on.”

You toss a glance at this loose tongued rascal, reaching out towards his hair. Under his gaze of unconcealed joy and an expression which reads, “look at how much I indulge you”… you pluck bits of fur from the top of his hair, tugging on his bluish purple hair in the process.

Shaw, who is just about to wrap his arm around your shoulders for a “deep” interaction: ???

“What? Did you think I was going to kiss you?” You tease, watching his claws hang awkwardly mid-air.

Shaw reacts instantly, retracting his hand and pretending that nothing happened earlier. He glares at you, his attempts to cover up only making matters more obvious. “How’s that possible? I was referring to... yes, the thing you removed from my hair!”

“Little kids who tell lies won’t have girlfriends!” It’s rare to see him like this, and you can’t help but tease him.

“Tsk. You’re so troublesome.” He frowns. Before you can react, he grabs you by the shoulders and seals your lips. You feel a gentle nibble reminiscent of a little animal deathly afraid of breaking something.

Once your breaths return to normal, you lean against Shaw, legs wobbly. If it weren’t for his strength, you’d definitely have fallen to the ground.

Shaw has his arms around you as he presses you to him, the insuppressible smile on his lips announcing his pleasant mood. 

“Who wants to be a little kid? Only intelligent adults have wives.”

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