#maybe soul overreacted a LITTLE before

[maybedr3am]

Again, something small and silly, some kind of apology it would be?

Mind didn't let it there ☝️⬆️⬆️⬆️

[nichuuu]

From Eden

Jeon Heejin x M reader

(1st instalment of De Selby)

PSA: This shit has not seen the editing board because I'm lazy. Fell off real hard. Sorry gang.

Word count: 10k

You liked to think that your first meeting with her after all those years was a fluke. 

As it went for most people who went their separate ways at a point in their lives: there was history between you and Jeon Heejin. It was a little more choppy than you’d like to admit, but it formed the crux of your relationship and you couldn’t just ignore it. She seemed to find no qualms in forgetting what happened between the two of you. And as you caught up with her at a booth seat in some club you guys bumped into each other at, you wondered if you’d overreacted when the two of you had your falling out.

She was possibly kinda bad company for the night – not exactly a face you wanted to see three beers in and ditched by the rest of your friends cause they all got too drunk and found themselves booted from this hellhole. But at the end of the day, they all say that it’s better to be in poor company than to be alone. 

***

To whatever gods that were out there, you thanked all of them collectively for the fact that the toilet that she’d dragged you into was empty. You hoped that the cubicle door was enough to keep whatever was happening in the bathroom privy to its occupants. The music that pulsed on outside the bathroom should be enough to cover you right? 

Heejin—as usual—had no qualms about skipping past the usual formalities of intimacy. Those deft hands were on your belt faster than you could utter her name, and your cock was in her hand before you even knew it. She was gentle with you, stroking you considerately as she laid a hand on your chest. Those fingers made you tingle from the tip down, pushing you to new levels of pleasure you’d no idea you could experience. They gripped you lightly yet firmly, applying pressure at all the right spots to make your toes curl in your shoes and your muscles tense throughout your body. You could only wonder: did she know what she was doing to you? Or was she just getting really lucky. However sordid this situation was, it felt right to you… and maybe to her as well.

“Jesus Heejin”--your hissing through your teeth. It sounds a little more aggressive than you’d like, but you know she’d have no qualms about it anyway–“you sure know your way around a dick.”

The smirk on her face was snitching on the fact that she definitely knew what she was doing. She leaned in, flushing herself against your chest while she continued to deliver languid strokes to the rock hard meat in her hand. “Thanks… He loves a nice handjob from time to time, though I always imagine myself giving it to you instead of him to get into it..”

You summoned the strength to look into her eyes – really gaze deep into those lustful, beautiful orbs she’d been blessed with. Past the want and need, there was an undeniable look of sincerity she held, a wordless soulful confession to you that she had always fantasised you in place of her ‘lover’. It drove you to push a little further, “and what are you thinking about now that I’m actually the one you’re giving it to?”

Heejin thought about it for a moment, almost as if she had a million and one answers that could express her carnal desires. Honestly, you wouldn’t put it past her to actually harbour a million and one answers. She was always a wild thinker in many aspects. She was also diligent, and that translated into the way her hand hadn’t stopped moving throughout the eternity (it was shorter than that, but it sure felt like it) she took to produce a congenial answer. 

“Now that you’re actually here,” she finally answered, making sure to hit you with a smile that blurred the distinct line between sweet and sultry, “I’m thinking about how good you’re gonna fill me with this pretty, thick cock.”

“Pretty?” you couldn’t help but chuckle. You’d heard and read of many ways that people described dicks, but never in your life would you ever expect the word ‘pretty’ to be amongst that mix. Heejin giggled – one of mischief and ‘know-it-all’ energy. It’s pretty – her grip around you tightened, squeezing you with pleasurable force as her movements quickened almost in sync with your breathing – because I like the way it feels in my hand… and I know that this cock is gonna be better than anything that he’ll ever give me. 

She stopped, putting a jarring halt to the pleasure that surged through your system. Her hand on your chest snaked up to your cheek – a sweet action that almost took the pure filth out of the words that followed. “I want you to fuck me–no, own me.”

It felt almost like a command in the way that you immediately wanted to fulfill her request. Her thumb traces circles on your face; her speech only gets filthier, “fuck me like I’m yours. Make me cum so hard that I forget all about him.”

You found yourself back in control of the part of your brain that controls the facilities of your speech and movement. You gingery held the wrist that was delivering those soft strokes of heaven just moments ago and pulled her hand off your throbbing shaft. As much as you’d love to have her jerk you off, there were more pressing matters at hand – namely the situation of her clothing and the fact that it was still on her. You wrapped an arm around her, pulled her close.

“Heejin darling,” you whispered, relishing the way she shivered as your warm breath made contact with her ear. “I can’t do much if you still have all of these damned clothes on.”

She quickly recognised the game that you were playing and was eager to match you step-for-step. She held your gaze as she hooked a finger into the top of the tube top that adorned that wonderful figure and—rather enthusiastically—pulled it down. The nipple covers were quickly discarded and her small, perky breasts caught your gaze. Judging from her smile, she loved that you were staring. 

“You’re nice”, she told you, moving some hair out her face like you were looking there of all places. “He’s always commanding me: take off your clothes, do this, do that… I could get very used to you.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little. Her constant comparison of you and the man she was supposed to be loving was making you feel a little better about yourself (even though you knew that was far from the intended effect). You’d like to return the favour; you began running kisses down her body – starting from her lips before making your way down to her collarbone. Her shuddering sighs told you that you were doing something right, and you endeavored to keep up your performance for the rest of… Well… Whatever this session was.

“God… you’re fucking perfect, you know?” you informed her, wondering if she ever knew how much you adored that body of hers. Yes, you were more wholesome at a younger age – looking at her soft features and dorky personality to decide that you liked her. However, innocence never stopped you from stealing a glance or two at her ass when she wore tight jeans or a quick look at her slim figure whenever she wore anything that hugged her body like a glove. You’d never know if she ever caught you looking, but now you’re glad she knows that you are giving her your fullest attention (it was hard not to really).

You weren’t sure if her cheeks were flushing because of your comment or if she was just getting turned on. Either way, she still had remarks to deliver, “perfect is a little strong, but I’ll take the comment because I’m just so humble.”

Mischief was and would always be her idiosyncrasy.

A creak made both of you freeze. Female voices filled the bathroom, accompanied by the sound of heels clacking against the floor as your little getaway location was patronised by unwelcome guests. 

“Ugh… This damned contact lens is not coming out,” an identified voice carped. It sounded like the woman who said it was just in front of the stall that you were in. Judging from the slight look of annoyance that crossed Heejin’s face, you deduced that those were fellow bridesmaids who were in there together with you. With the same expression lingering on her soft features, she reached down and unclasped her jeans. She unzipped them slightly before pulling them down – past the delightful curve of her waist and till they were halfway down her supple thighs.

“Do you need help?” another voice rings out. Heels striked against the floor as another female occupant moved to join the scene; Heejin moved to grab you by the cock and pull you closer (as if the two of you weren’t already skin to skin in that stall).

“Fuck me now,” she hissed, an almost angry look filling her eyes. It was like she was being fuelled by the annoyance that stemmed from the presence of her fellow bridesmaids – using it as an excuse to quickly get filled with cock and have it pumping in and out of her within the next few seconds or so. She was lucky that you were taught to never keep a girl waiting.

Your movements are quick and firm; grabbing her by the waist and turning her around. Her gasp was telling of her surprise towards your sudden movements, but the grin that followed when she turned halfway around to you to watch as you pulled down her underwear told you that she liked how things were moving. Never in your life would you have imagined this: you and Jeon Heejin – each of you half naked in your own respects in a bathroom stall while people chatted freely beyond the wall of the stall. If the teenage version of yourself ever found out about this, you didn’t know how he’d respond.

Your right hand snaked down towards her crotch, and you are pleasantly surprised to find the slick wetness that could very well be running down the inside of her thigh. You could always check, but you liked to imagine. You took your shaft in your right hand. She bent slightly at the waist, her hands pressed against the white wall of the stall. The rest of her tight frame joined her hands soon after you parted the wet lips of her cunt and hilted yourself inside of her. 

Her insides felt like a warm embrace – better than you could’ve ever imagined it to be. It felt like a perfect fit; the throbbing meat within her walls filled her perfectly and felt every small movement the flesh could ever register. To call it heavenly would be downplaying the sheer pleasure she was bringing just by letting you be inside of her. Jeon Heejin felt like something unreal, unfathomable. You doubted that your hastily crafted description of her sweet wet cunt could allow one to process this taste of heaven.

Heejin let out a sharp gasp – loud enough for only the two of you to hear and loud enough for you to know that she too was unprepared for this new experience. From the way the muscles on her back tensed as her walls tightened around you, it felt as if her body was welcoming you. It was almost like she was subconsciously pulling you closer, deeper. You could get very used to this.

You revel in it a little, take in the feelings, the new sensation; the sound of the intentional soft breaths that the two of you were taking. This was certainly a novelty for you, and if you were being very honest with yourself: the events that led up to this moment felt a little too much like a fever dream. You half expected yourself to wake up in the next few seconds, or maybe—

“What are you waiting for?”–of course. It had to be her to really cement the fact that this whole thing was actually real. Sure, it’s inconceivable; but no imaginative power of yours could ever replicate the sarcasm (splashed with hunger) behind her voice, nor could you visualise the smouldering look in her eyes as she bit her lip–“your dick is in me. Do something with it.”

It felt like a challenge. She knew damn well that you always took up her challenges.

Withdrawing yourself from the warmth of her slick, you took a moment to cast your gaze downward. You appreciate the sight of your shaft glistening in her juices for a moment—and only a moment. There were pressing matters at hand—before thrusting back into her and reacquainting yourself with the warmth of her walls. You’d have loved to get into this slowly; unfortunately, Heejin chose the worst possible place to get it on. You’d have to live with her choices (and this isn’t exactly new for you).

And as a third voice joins the fray outside your stall—I think I have some eye drops here. Maybe that could help?—you began pumping yourself in and out of her, slow and controlled with full strokes that filled her to the brim. The voices continued to fill the bathroom as the three anonymous patrons struggled with one of their lenses; you struggled to keep yourself together inside of Heejin’s hot wet cunt. 

“F-Fuck yes,” she hissed. Don’t worry, it was soft. Or you could just be too absorbed by the delightful sound of wet squelching as your shaft appears and disappears between her legs to notice that she may be a tad loud. Even if it was, the trouble outside was enough to keep the other three  “I can’t believe I’m finally getting this dick. God… You’re so… Oh my god.”

It humoured you to see her in this state, though laughing at her would be the pot calling the kettle black; you yourself were trying to hold on to something tangible—that wasn’t her waist cause hot damn was your grip on it doing a number on you. Counterintuitive, but hot nonetheless—to keep you grounded in your senses. Slip up and you’d be dealing with the risk of being found in a girl’s bathroom. 

“Jesus Heejin”–you were trying your best to throw in some dirty talk. It would help to spice things up if it weren’t for the fact that your own words were failing you. Your mind was almost completely consumed by the warm squeeze of her pussy, the small twitches of her walls as you drilled yourself into her tight frame like you were slowly nailing a painting onto the wall of the cramped stall. Actually, you were nailing a painting to the wall of the stall: the way her body moved and responded to your thrusts could easily be considered fine art in your books; her body could be considered a canvas given its pale complexion and its smooth surface. Heejin was an art piece herself – a complicated mix of emotions that could take the place of colour and a mind so complex that no composition could ever capture its essence. Good god… You were hooked on this girl–”you have no idea how fucking good you feel around my cock.”

To be clear: from the moment you started fucking her, she hadn’t turned back to face the wall. This whole time she’d been facing you – eyes smoking under the fire of passion and her mouth slightly parted as if her soft moans and sighs were keeping them permanently open. Simply put – she was hot. If you were to discard the complications behind the sex, one could easily classify this as plain, passionate and simple fucking (in a highly risky scenario that could jeopardize both of your reputations, mainly Heejin’s) between two people who have longed for each other. But the plainness of that sounded unappealing to you; the enthralling fact about this was the complexity of the situation – the thrill behind the immorality of it and the sheer risk behind satisfying your own desires. As she gasped when your hands found purchase in her soft breasts, you wondered if she had the same thoughts running through your head as you (though from the looks of it, she was purely enjoying the sex and probably leaving her thoughts behind. Words fail in times like these – you’d be one to know).

Her voice is unsteady as she hissed through her teeth—harder. Fucking give it to me like I’m yours—to perversely request for more than what you were giving her. To see her this uncouth enthralled you to no end. With one hand on her left tit, you moved to secure her hair in a bunch in your other hand. Her hair was a little far from silky—no doubt from all the dye that it’d seen—but it provided friction for you to grip onto her strands with ease as you decreased the intervals between your thrusts. The sound of wet squelching began to permeate the stall, and it was starting to be accompanied by the soft sounds of skin slapping against skin as you struggled to control your desires to rail the girl before you. Thankfully, the cries of victory from the women outside masked the unsavoury sounds.

“Thank god!” one of them, presumably the one who had their contact lens stuck. You’d affectionately refer to them as ‘Eyes’. “I thought it’d be in there forever. Thanks guys.”

“No worries”, another chimed. It was the second voice you heard when all of them entered. She’d be ‘Two’. “Normally you could take this to Heejin. She’d get you fixed up in a flash.”

“Really?” the third asked. You’ll call her ‘Three’. “Do idols get their contacts stuck a lot?”

“Probably,” Eyes mused, “all that dancing on stage probably isn’t suited for glasses, and who knows what type of contacts their stylists have them on.”

Heejin catched your gaze. Struggling to control her breathing, she managed to confirm Eye’s statement—she’s… kinda right. Oh fuck…—before you pulled back firmly on her hair to shut her mouth. Don’t be mistaken: you loved her personality and all, but now really wasn’t the time for it to shine. For good measure, you sealed her lips with a kiss – sloppy and clumsy and hurried. You squeezed her breast a little harder. 

“Where is she anyway?” Three asked. “I haven’t seen her since she left to go talk to that friend of hers…”

A tongue click of disapproval could be heard. You could imagine that it was followed by a tongue wave of dismissal from the way Two commented, “leave her be. She rarely gets to get out of her schedule. Probably trying to catch up with some old friends or something…”

There was a hum of agreement; Heejin moaned straight into your mouth as you captured her nipple between your fingers and squeezed. If the women outside knew how Heejin was ‘catching up’ with you, you didn’t know how they’d react to the sight of her being fucked raw in a bathroom stall meters away from them. You didn’t know how she was getting away with this, but you weren’t exactly complaining. If it wasn’t for understanding bridesmaids, you wouldn't be able to make a wet mess out of her. Maybe you’d thank them later, but you’d decide on that after you were done with Heejin.

“Was that the guy she was talking about the other day?” Two inquired. You had no idea what she looked like, and it scared you a little that she’d seen your face.

There was a moment of pause before Eyes quipped, “what guy?”

Silence followed Eyes’ question. For a second, you were worried that they’d all picked up on the lewd sounds of you fucking the very girl that they were speaking of. You held your breath, but you didn’t stop pumping your shaft between Heejin’s legs. She was almost like a lifeline – a slick and wet and oh-so-hot one that was keeping grounded in your senses while hooking to the sensation of the slick thrusts inside her pussy. Miracle drug… Or maybe just a drug – either way: Heejin was everything to you right now. Listening in on their conversation was just so that you wouldn’t be found during your few minutes in heaven.

“Nevermind. I think I wasn’t supposed to talk about that,” Two muttered. “Let’s get out of here before someone spikes our drink or something.”

They began discussing more mundane things, and you couldn’t care less about them because all that really mattered was the fact that their voices were fading away. You waited till you heard the sound of the creaky door closing to relinquish Heejin’s lips from your possession. She let out a gasp of air, followed by a desperate cry – loud and pleading now that she had the freedom to speak.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” she hissed. It was almost a snarl really. “Cum with me. Please.”

She was lucky that you: a) had a really big soft spot for her and; b) knew better than to turn a nice girl down.

With a grunt, the hand on her breast shoots to her throat, gripping it tightly as you frantically fuck Heejin to catch up with her imminent orgasm. She was into it, reciprocating by accompanying your hand on her throat and squeezing even tighter. She lets strained cries tumble from her mouth—Oh yes baby… I’m yours. Oh fuck… Oh my fucking god… You’re gonna make me cum so hard—her wells squeezing tighter and tighter around you. Husky was her voice as she pleaded with you to take your liberties—Fucking cum anywhere you like. I just want to be yours—with her, and she was practically shaking in your grasp as you drove yourself closer and closer to the point of no return inside her wet tight walls. Everything – your heart and soul and whatever – pointed you towards making a huge mess out of the women in your arms, and you endeavoured to achieve that goal one way or another.

The tingling at the base of your cock was steadily growing up your shaft. Your thoughts blurred together, nullifying and cancelling each other out till all you could think of was her. With every pump into her, you told yourself that she was yours to take. With every sigh that left her lips, you thought about how many times she pictured this moment in her head. With each gasp and sigh and moan and cry, you fought the urge to hiss through your teeth—Heejin, I love you so much—and admit your feelings for her and how much you’ve missed her touch; tell her how no one made you feel like she could; let her know that for all these years, you’d longed to reconnect with her and sort things out once and for all. Sweet thoughts; perverse desires. The latter wins – all that comes out of your mouth is, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

And it happened. A little quicker than you’d have liked but there was no way to control the course that the lust of man would take you down. Your cock pops out of Heejin’s heat, glistening with her slick wetness as you pump yourself to completion with your free hand. The hand on Heejin’s throat was pulled down to her crotch, and she used your fingers to rub the swollen nub of her clit as the first ropes of semen shot out and landed on her lower back. She came as the second rope landed on the swell of her left ass cheek, and her knees buckled as the third and fourth spurts hit the fabric of her tube top and the right side of her lower back respectively. You lost track of the rest of your load as Heejin leaned against you, quaking as her orgasm struck her in waves and your load continued to streak her back. It all was so fast. You wondered how either you managed to process your actions in the moment. 

She panted against you, sweaty and spent as she closed her eyes and caught her breath. Your dick stayed flushed against the small of her back, slick with a mix of fluids from you and her. Your hand at her crotch slowly rubs circles into her clit, easing her off her peak and giving you something else to focus on other than how beautiful she looked. You feared that if you stared too long, you’d say something that you didn’t want her to know. The last thing you wanted was to have that moment of intimacy—facilitated by the afterglow of really good sex—to be ruined by some stupid feelings.

“Hey,” she whispered – all soft and tender as she opened her eyes to stare up at you. “That was fucking incredible.”

You managed a chuckle, restraining the urge to kiss her where she stood. She smiled, reached up to cup your cheek as you stared deep into her eyes. For a moment, the world went silent for you and her.

Then she pulled you down to her, kissed you where she stood. The position was a little awkward, your noses bumping each other at odd spots on your faces as she let the sweet nectar that was her lips grace your mouth in a soft and sweet kiss. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced, different from the kiss you’d given her in the midst of fucking her. It felt so right, so tender.

She released your lips with a soft smack, positively glowing as she gazed into your eyes for a little bit longer. 

“Keep this between us,” she whispered, “I love you. I always have.”

***

You stared blankly at her. It was all you could do really.

“What part of this can’t you understand?” she asked. The anger behind her voice was potent, palpable. “I have a boyfriend. Stay away.”

In your hand, the note that you’d plan to hand her felt a little lighter than it had when you first approached. Wishful thinking had you delusional; there was no chance that she would ever go to that dance with you. 

You thought that maybe the friendship could coax her into it – that maybe the years of what almost felt like kinship would drive her to just hear you out for a little bit; yet you seemed to forget that love is blind and can cloud your judgement.

In a moment, it felt like everything you’d built with her had turned to ashes.

***

“Indulge me Heejin. Bring me through your thought process.”

On the bed of your apartment, Heejin tosses her phone aside. Languidly, she flips onto her side, propping her head up with her hand as her elbow dents the pillow. 

“I know,” she mutters, a little bit shamefully if you might add. “Dating another guy to make you jealous and confess is a classic fanfiction folly and all… But I was desperate.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You know that we could’ve just… talked, right?”

Her lips form a line. She sighs and lets her head flop back onto the pillow with a bit of a thump. To be very clear: you aren’t asking her all these questions to guilt trip her into an apology. You are genuinely curious to understand how she was thinking at the period in your lives. It’s a good point of reflection for the both of you considering you both screwed up in one way or another, and maybe even a good chance to offload some emotional baggage. You’ll admit – finding out that she’d dated the guy she was currently with just to get you to run to her and confess your love in highschool was a bit of a shocking discovery. It was foolish, yes… But you wondered why Heejin of all women would resort to such methods. She could be awfully blunt when she wanted to be, and somehow even more blunt when she was telling you that you looked like shit in skinny jeans. You never knew as one to shy away from a confrontation when necessary, and even though she could be a bit of a big dork, she was emotionally aware enough to understand that communication would easily have settled your feelings for each other.

Heejin rolls in the bed, moving close to you so that she can throw an arm around you as she asks, “you’re not mad right?”

“No. Just curious,” you tell her truthfully. She’s silent for a moment, then she looks you in the eyes and opens up: I always meant to talk to you about it. When I heard from Haesul that you liked me I… I was just ecstatic. You were everything I wanted in a man, and I really just wanted to make you mine. Believe me when I say that I wanted to just run to you after the school bell rang and tell you that I loved you too… and maybe ask you out on a date the next weekend.

Her thumb traces circles on your back. You can tell that she’s being sincere from the way she never shies from your gaze. She continues, “but as I’m running to your class down the hall… This guy comes up to me and just tells me that he’s been crushing on me for years and wants to date me. I want to tell him ‘no’ on the spot. I really did. But I see an opportunity to… I dunno… Spice things up a little.”

And you can guess the rest of the story, but you just want to hear her say it just to be sure. Sure enough, she tells you the exact line that you predicted out of her—one thing led to another and then… well, here we are—and you can’t help but chuckle. The whole thing is pretty damn foolish to be honest, and you recognise the fact that if you’d just acted a little less rashly, maybe you wouldn’t have had to go down the path that you did. It’s a folly of the past but it does bring some shame to your present.

“I’m sorry”—she surprises you with this one. You assumed that you guys are past the stage of reconciliation at this point. I mean… You did fuck in a bathroom before she texted you after the wedding she was attending, so it would be kinda right to just conclude that you guys pre-fired the make-up sex—“I was rash and stupid. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologising again?” you ask her, “I thought we were through with the sob ‘sorry’s and what-nots.”

“Just for good measure,” she whispers, a gleam in her eyes as she shifts around in your bed a little. “You can never be too careful when it comes to these types of things. Don’t want to make you an enemy again, do I?”

“That wouldn’t be too bad,” you reason, albeit playful rather than serious. She recognises that and scoffs as you continue, “they say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

“So what I’m hearing is: you’d stay for the hate sex,” she fires back. You smile.

“Not quite… But somewhat.”

Heejin sighs and slaps your leg. You secretly like pissing her off a little, but she didn’t need to know. 

“Now mister,” she says, hijacking the course of the conversation. “Indulge me and bring me through your thought process, and this isn’t about highschool by the way.”

She presses herself up against you, and you feel her hand slide down your torso and to your crotch.

“Tell me,” she whispers, a bit of smoky sultriness sneaking its way into her voice. “Why are you so fucking hard?”

It’s here that you realise that you’ve kinda walked into a trap. Not that what’s about to proceed is bad or anything, but it’s just that you’re a little disappointed that you hadn’t spotted this a little earlier. There were signs that you ignored when you saw her in your bed – namely the fact that she was wearing a see-through sleeveless dress that had a plunging neckline. If that wasn’t enough, she was blatantly playing with herself when you walked in, staring at her phone with this blanked out expression while her fingers worked between her thighs. If it weren’t for your questions about her relationship decisions, the two of you would probably have been naked and sweating in your bed right now. 

“Can I guy not be excited by a pretty girl?” you’re not trying to play innocent, but you are seeing how far it can get you in this situation just for fun.

“Not this guy.” Heejin’s fingers snake around your cock, gripping it lightly through your pants. “And definitely not when it comes to this girl.”

You chuckle softly and catch her hand at your crotch. You pull it away and lean in to whisper into her ear, “don’t worry Heejin. I’m not ignoring the fact that you’re wearing the easiest thing for me to fuck you in.”

Her eyes brighten. “So you did notice…”

And the kiss that follows is far from tame really. You’re at fault for this one since you initiated it, but that knowledge doesn’t stop you from keeping your hands to yourself as you reach down and locate her pussy. Okay wait, you’re making it sound like it took you some effort to find it when you really only took about a second; it’s really easy considering that the panties she’s wearing were so sheer and thin that you could hardly consider it underwear. It was probably more like a concept of clothing than an actual, tangible thing. And her dress? The hem was a lot shorter than it looked. She probably hiked it up or something.

You’re unsurprised by the slick wetness of her cunt practically dripping out of her at this juncture. She’s probably been holding it in for a while now – suppressing all that lust and hunger to talk about feelings for some 30 minutes before she finally gets the chance to let loose on you. Hats off to her really: she had more control than you’d credit her for.

“Fuck baby,” you whisper, latheing your fingers in her juices by dipping them in between her undoubtedly flushed lips. “So wet for me already.”

“Wetter than I’ll ever be for him,” she sighs, almost breathlessly as she shuts her eyes to enjoy the sensation of your fingers getting familiar with her warm cunt. “You should—mmph… you should be grateful that I’m actually attracted to you.”

“I feel honoured.” you’re being genuine with her, but right now it comes off more as a sarcastic passing comment that leans towards the more tame side of dirty talk. Either way, anything you say would probably end with her putting your dick into one—or maybe all—of her holes and using it to her liking. Not that you’re complaining or anything, but it’s just the way the cookie crumbles. There’s no stopping Heejin’s desire, and there really isn’t a point to trying to stop it. You’d be missing out on, like, a lot. “Though, no pressure, I’d be more honoured if you actually did something about that attraction.”

She smiles, borderline sadistic and a bit more enthusiastic than you’re used to. Her hands are deft as she quickly undoes the knot that keeps your sweatpants around your waist, pulls it off eagerly and makes quick work of your boxers. Your cock springs free, hard and throbbing as she slides out of bed to discard her dress. In record time, she’s between your legs and stroking your shaft with patient strokes of her hand. The cheeky comments that you had beforehand quickly sank back down your chest – replaced by an earthy groan that only Heejin was capable of drawing out of you. 

“You know… I was doing a bit of thinking,” she tells you.

“You do a lot of that.”

Heejin has no comments, only a cheeky little grin as she breathes warm air onto the tip of your cock. It makes you shudder, surging pleasure through your veins down to your bones. She’s oddly good at making you squirm, and you’re not too sure how to feel about that.

“Anyway,” she continues, unfazed by what she’d just done to you. “Before I was so rudely interrupted, I was about to suggest that maybe I could cross out one of my fantasies today.”

You’re no stranger to her wild thoughts that could probably fight that of Sabrina Carpenter. As you’d recently found out: fucking in a bathroom stall was one of many wild fantasies that she’d been wanting to cross out. Now that she had you, she’d been busy crossing more and more of them out. The whole infidelity thing was already a major part of her list considering the fact that she’s doing it with you instead of her ‘official’ partner, and things only get wilder from there. Sex with her can sometimes be like exposure therapy, not that you’ve done it before or anything. 

“And which one are we ruling out today?” you inquire, watching with great interest as she produces her phone from below the mattress and swipes through it eagerly. You never saw her grab the damn thing, but you figured that you were probably too preoccupied with the sight of her undressing to take notice. By the way: the entire time that the two of you had been talking? Yeah, she’s been stroking you through all of that. One can only imagine how you were feeling at the moment.

When you saw her phone, you thought that she was going to open her notes app and start looking through her kinks or something. Nothing prepares you for the sound of a dial tone, and you can only watch as she lays the phone next to your thigh, just out of your reach. 

“No prizes for guessing who I’m calling,” she grins, almost too innocently for your taste. “Try not to make too much noise okay?”

And before anything can be said, she slacks her jaw and draws you into the warm wet depths of her mouth. 

The dial tone only continues as Heejin goes still – adjusting to your size and length and taste and shape and whatever she needs to configure herself to. Frankly: if she’d just started sucking you off with that tight seal around your cock, you would’ve been in perdition in mere seconds after she starts. So you give a small thanks to whoever’s watching over you from up above, and you pray that the person on the other end of the line doesn't pick up. While you utter that silent prayer, Heejin’s tongue introduces itself to your tip, sliding almost gracefully over the head of your cock as her phone rings for the nth time. Another ring; her tongue flattens itself against the base of your dick and melts itself to the surface. You grit your teeth, fearful that the moment you make a sound, the other party would pick up and hear it. She slides up in a fluid motion, almost perfectly seamless if she hadn’t gone too far up too fast. Your cock ends up hitting her in the chin, and she smiles as if it were some cute thing that she was taking care of. 

“Heejin,” you grunt, keeping an eye on the phone screen in fear for both of your lives. “Let’s not—”

The caller chooses that moment to pick up, and this is where the game starts. Your lips shut so fast it feels almost automatic, and Heejin tears her eyes away from yours to focus on the other player of this perverse game. 

“Hi baby,” she greets her ‘lover’, all sweet and cute like she isn’t pumping your saliva-slick shaft in her hand as she calls him a pet name. “I was missing you, so I called.”

“Oh… I’m kinda busy now.” he sounds highly uninterested in her, tone dull and dry as Heejin takes a moment to give your cock a squeeze. “Can you call me back another time?”

For a moment, you’re ecstatic. Maybe you wouldn’t have to be subject to her games this time. 

“Quick chat. Promise,” Heejin fires back. She smiles wickedly, relishing the look on your face as you stare at her in a mix of shock and horror. “Just tell me about your day so far. It’s so hard to wait for you to get home to tell me about your day.”

There’s a moment of silence. Heejin takes advantage of the situation; she puts you back into her mouth and makes quick, sloppy work of your cock. The sound of slurping and gurgling is almost deafening, and there’s no way in hell that this man on the other side of the phone was not hearing all of this as Heejin blew you. You tilt your head back, clenching your teeth to prevent the guttural groan that’s building up deep within your chest from escaping your body. You’re hoping deep breaths of air can fill the space – block the desire to cry out in pleasure at the cusp of being translated into phonetics.

“Fine.” you’re almost grateful to hear that dull voice. “I’ve just been doing some filing and some paperwork… Nothing much really.” 

“Mhm,” Heejin mumbles, your cock still in her mouth. She frees it for a second to deliver a line—that sounds like super important work babe—that’s definitely sarcastic in her head and in concept, but masterfully manipulated to sound sincere and enthusiastic. “Anything else?”

“Uh… No.”

Heejin seems almost too gleeful between your legs. “Great. I’ll give you a quick run-down of my day then.”

She proceeds to give him utter bullshit, lying through her teeth about lazing around in her dorm and eating yoghurt. All the while she’s lazily delivering firm pumps to your cock, the sound of her spit squelching in her own hand a little too loud for your liking. Then she starts twisting, and you feel as if all hell is breaking loose inside of you. Your throat is pricked with the sharp gasps that are fighting to be let out of your mouth, skin tingling with the effervescence of pleasure racing through just about every vein in your body. You’re certain you have a knuckle-white grip on your sheets as uses her thumb to rub against the underside of your slit while her other fingers pull the skin around your head tight to keep the sensitive part of you exposed to her impending assault. 

“Oh, and by the way,” she adds, and you’re wondering what other lies she’s capable of generating right now. “I got a call from my old friend that I met at the club before the wedding… He says he wants to be my personal photographer.”

And now you’re shocked and stunned. What was a passing joke yesterday is now being used against you in a way that you can’t even fathom. Heejin revels in the silence—and all the emotions that could possibly be engendered by that single statement—as she smiles and licks you from base to tip. The layer of saliva around your cock thickens, and she uses that to get more aggressive with her motions. You didn’t know if she has limits to her cruelty, and you really hope that she’s reaching it soon. 

“You know how I feel about that guy…” he begins.

“I know, I know… I’m just telling you to keep you in the know.”—her dismissal of his worries is quick and almost genuine if it weren’t for the fact that she was going against his wishes while she assuages his worries—”wouldn’t want to fight with you again, would I?”

He grunts in agreement. “Stay away from him baby. He’s bad company.”

“Yeah,” she hums, locking eyes with you as she hovers her mouth over your tip. She gives it a swipe of her tongue, smiling as you grimace under the pressure that shoots up from your crotch. “He’s such a bad guy…”

Not that you’re into this or anything, but hearing that drawl—sinful and sultry; raunchy and earthy—made your breath hitch a little. Sure, you’re no stranger to Heejin’s sensual side; but this was a bit of her that you had yet to experience. It felt like she’d dug up a new side to her, something unearthed and unaired, and you’ll be the only one to see it. She could take your breath away in many ways and you’d just found another.

The man on the other end grunts once more. With a gruff “Alright. I’ll text you later”, he hangs up on Heejin, leaving you free to let out the breath that you’d been holding in up till that point. 

“Isn’t he a bundle of sunshine?” Heejin drops the facade almost instantly, using the hand that wasn’t occupied with your cock to retrieve her phone. “Five minutes and twenty-seven seconds… Huh. That’s longer than most of our calls.”

You can only pant and watch as she giggles and tosses her phone aside. She crawls back up the bed and takes your lips into hers, and you’d like to think that it’s a sweet apology for the hell she’d just put you through. Deep down you know it wasn’t, but you’re in the mood for some wishful thinking after what you went through.

“Not sure if I’m being greedy here,” Heejin whispers, “but I’d like you to indulge me just a little more…”

“I’d like to hear this one through first,” you quickly request, because no way in hell were you about to live through those 5 minutes and 27 seconds for a second time. “Can’t let you bite off more than you can chew.”

Heejin laughs, fully aware where this was coming from. 

“Don’t worry. I think you’ll like this one,” she assures you, placing a hand on your chest for good measure. “Hand on my heart, honest-to-god: you’ll love this one as much as the next guy.”

You couldn’t help it. You had to check her – match her step for step.

“Considering that I just saw you lie through your teeth, I think it’s fair to say that I don’t quite trust you,” you tell her as plainly as you can. And it’s not that you actually don’t, but more so the fact that you’re just baiting her into saying something really raunchy that’ll rile the two of you up to no end. Depravity is the root of really good sex after all.

“I promise you,” her lips tilt at an angle as she smiles, “when we're done with this one, I’ll let you cum in my mouth.”

***

You figured that she’d come to you with the news at some point – tell you that he’d found her out and that things are gonna happen and blah blah. What you didn’t expect was for her to show up in the middle of the night to be a bearer of bad news.

“Went back to get a sweater that I’d forgotten,” Heejin’s explaining, a can of beer in her hand and fry in the other. “Open the door and next thing I know, the fucker’s blowing up on me in my face.”

She takes a swig and sighs. “Never liked him anyway… We fought more than we talked. Before you ask, make-up sex was horrible.”

You can only frown and nod in sympathy. You’re complicit in this whole ordeal and so don’t have much of a say in this thing. Guilty as charged, red-handed and whatever. You’re just glad that he didn't come over and beat you up like she said he would. Heejin downs the rest of the beer in the can in a gulp and gently places it on your table.

“Is anything gonna happen to you?” you can’t help but ask out of concern. 

Her smile assures you a little, but her words don’t, “honestly? I don’t know. I’ll find out if my publicist gives me hell tomorrow.”

She rises from her seat. “I’m just glad it’s over,” she says. “Don’t know how much longer I could’ve lived with that dry son of a bitch.”

Her sweater comes off her body. She tosses it at you. In her T-shirt, she struts towards the bedroom, stops in the doorway. With a look over her shoulder, she beckons you to join her—come make my night, would ya?—before slipping into the room.

Always a dance with her.

***

You’re starting to question where Heejin draws the line between her sex life and her regular life. 

(You’ve said this about a thousand times by now, but) Not that you’re carping or whatever, it’s just that sex on the kitchen counter while your instant noodles are clearly being overdone in the pot a few meters away is a bit of a safety hazard. You’re no chef, but bubble frothing out of a closed pot really isn’t a good sign.

“Heejin,” you say, struggling to fit her name between the ragged breaths and frantic thrusts. 

“I know,” she rasps in reply. “Ngh… We can… Turn it off later. I’m so close.”

Pretty solid reasoning in your opinion.

How you got into this situation is a bit more complicated that you’d care to explain, but let’s just say that a late night snack can quickly turn into a literal fuck-fest when Jeon Heejin palmed the shape of your boner as you put a pack of instant noodles into a boiling pot. You didn’t know what came over you really, but after the noodles went in and the pot lid was closed, you had her propped up on the counter and her panties around her ankles. You can figure out how you got to this point. 

Okay: to be fair to Heejin, you did kinda start this whole situation that might just put your lives on the line. You’re the perpetrator, criminal mastermind; yada-yada. But if you were to consider the technicalities, she did aggravate you to fuck her, and by so virtue of that you’re kinda both at fault. Does it make sense? Great, cause a situation where you’re both a little dirty minded makes for really great sex. 

Great… Now you just explained the complicated situation. Eh, who’s exempt from a little contradiction now and then. Anyway… Where were you?

“Oh my fucking god.” she’s moaning a lot louder than usual, loud enough to probably convert her voice into some sort of energy for the homeless or something. Between her thighs lay a wet mess that was the source of all this crying and keening, and your juice slicked cock is the thing that’s driving her wild with ecstasy as she wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you deeper into each thrust with her legs. “Fuck me harder please. I need to cum all over your pretty cock so badly I–”

She barely has it in her to finish her sentence. Her plea is truncated by a sharp cry, and it would be pretty funny if it weren’t for the fact that it's probably one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard. The cry is almost delicate, fragile to the ear and almost like sweet music that plays in the dark. The keyword here is ‘almost’. Your description rings true, but the fact that she’s such a needy little bitch right now kind of ruins it. ‘Ruin’ is a little heavy handed; ‘taint’ would be a better word. 

Yeah… Her want taints the beauty behind her desire… But only a little.

“I’m cumming”—Heejin’s practically whimpering at this rate. God you’d have quite the mess to clean up later—”I’m fucking cumming on your cock daddy I–Oh… Oh god oh fuck.”

“Fucking cum,” you hiss, saliva flying past your teeth and maybe onto her ear. “Be a good little slut and cum for me. Give me a nice and tight pussy to cum inside of.”

It feels weird, dirty even, referring to Heejin as a slut, but her reaction tells you she likes it. She loves being called your slut. You can see her mouth agape, tongue sticking out a little. She can barely keep her eyes open as the pleasure courses through her. Her nails dig into your back, and you think she might be drawing blood, but the pain doesn't matter right now. The only thing that matters is the sight before you.

She cums hard, and you know this because her walls clamp down on you like a vice. If you could, you would have taken a picture. The sight is just that amazing, but you're also preoccupied. The pressure is just right. The rhythmic pulsing of her walls against your throbbing cock is too much for you to take. Your hips stutter to a stop as you release a deep moan, and she gasps as she’s filled with rope after rope of hot cum.

When you finally come down from your high, Heejin is still panting heavily, eyes still squeezed shut, and legs still wrapped around your waist. You can't hold back the little smile that crosses your face as you watch her catch her breath. She looks so peaceful. It's hard to imagine her as a girl with the dirtiest mouth you've ever heard. 

She peeks an eye open to see you staring.

“The pot dummy,” she reminds you, and the horrors of reality come crashing back all at once.

***

So you do find a little bit of a charm behind really soggy Buldak in the wee hours of the night. It’s not the best thing you’ve tasted, but it had its appeal. The sauce helped to mask the depression in the sad, close-to-slimy strands of dough in your bowls, though it didn’t stop you from experiencing a new texture that was severely overcooked noodles.

“Still think we could’ve left it in a little longer,” Heejin muses, staring at the limp noodle trapped between her chopsticks. “Maybe from there we could reverse-engineer the noodle and re-cook it.”

“Yea. And maybe we don’t fuck when there’s clearly a four minute limit to this stuff,” you add befor slurping up the last few spicy, sad and soggy strands in your bowl. 

“Hey. I’m pretty sure the sex was good enough to offset this abomination,” she huffs, setting down her bowl next to yours. “Besides… We’re kinda both in the wrong this time. It’s not always just me you know?”

“Never said it was your fault.” you’re admiring the way her eyes glow in the dim light. At the right angle, it looked like the light was filling her pupils in the most adorable way. “You’re just inferring shit from a passing statement.”

“Wonder where I picked that up from…” she fired back, though it felt much more like she was conceding defeat than challenging further provocation. It was always a dance with her: unpredictable patterns in constant motion, and all you can do is follow her lead.

Maybe one day you’d find the time - make up for the dance you lost and dance with her for real.

Hi. Kinda posting here again because my therapist said that it was good for me to continue writing to regulate my emotions. This one is kinda messy and unedited cause I just wanted to get this out here for funsies. Anyway, I won't be posting as frequently as I used to, but I will drop by from time to time. No promises that I'm gonna be incredibly active and no promises that I won't disappear of the face of the earth again.

Cheers, Nichu

[peonysgreenhouse]

-`♡´- the day you and the stars disappeared.

summary: the discovery and aftermath of your disappearance. what do your beloveds do in your absence?

tags: obey me characters (lucifer, mammon, levi, asmo, satan, beel, belphie, diavolo, barbatos, solomon, simeon, and thirteen) x gn!reader, angst, spoilers for the first chapter of obey me! nightbringer.

When Lucifer wakes up, the left side of his bed is cold.

It's not the most unusual thing. Lucifer was much less of a morning person that you were. He glaces to his bedside table. 8:30; it was too early for you to be out of bed on the weekend. Even if you woke up early, you'd still be tucked into his arms, or scrolling through Devilgram on your D.D.D.

Lucifer sits up, a pout on his face. You couldn't have strayed too far in such a short time.

"Beloved?" He calls, hoping you could hear him if you were in the bathroom. Lucifer says your name, this time a little louder, but again gets no response.

It wasn't your turn to be on breakfast duty... Perhaps you had a bad dream? You did tend to hide those things from him.

He closes his eyes and thinks of you. Usually, he would feel a faint warmth, like the fluttering of a moth's wings underneath his skin; it was the feeling of your soul connected to his through your pact. But now, even with all his focus, the feeling of your soul connection is nothing but a cold static.

Lucifer swallows the panic welling up in his chest and stands, quickly throwing on his clothes and rushing from his room. He starts in the basement, looking in any place a human could possibly squeeze into, desperately calling out your name. The ever-composed Lucifer, reduced to tearing the house apart when his human isn't in his sights.

He hopes that he is overreacting. He hopes that he'll find you curled up with Mammon, or on a walk outside the house.

He hopes that you are still somewhere that he can reach.

"Oy, Lucifer, what's going on?" Mammon. Lucifer takes a deep breath and tries to collect himself. If he let himself be emotional, his brothers would take that as a sign that something is very, very wrong. He would have to hold himself together, for now. "You're waking everyone up."

"Mammon, have you seen MC?" Calm enough.

"I haven't seen 'em since last night, they were with you, right?" You and Lucifer stayed up late to finish paperwork for your new student council role. "You didn't make 'em angry, did you?"

Lucifer's pout deepens. He's sure he'll age a millennia faster with how much he worries over you. "No, nothing like that. We finished up the assignments and then went to bed." Lucifer sighs, "and then when I woke up this morning, they weren't there. It's unlike them."

"You sure they just didn't go for a walk or something?" Mammon checks his phone to see if there were any messages from you.

"Mammon... try to connect to them with your pact."

Mammon closes his eyes, and repeats the same action Lucifer did only a few minutes prior.

Nothing.

Mammon instantly shifts into his demon form, fear evident in his eyes.

"I'm gonna go drag Solomon over here. He'll be able to track 'em if they're nearby, right?"

"He should be. Bring Simeon too, if he's there.". Lucifer straightens himself out. "I'll wake Leviathan and then go get Diavolo and Barbatos. Maybe they'll know more about what's going on."

Mammon nods, out the door before Lucifer can even finish his sentence.

Lucifer doesn't allow himself any more moments alone, he rushes upstairs to shake Leviathan awake.

-`♡´-

"No need to pound on the door, Mammon." Simeon smiles, but Mammon can tell he's annoyed. Giving Simeon a minute to open the door was Mammon's idea of being patient, he had half a mind to knock the damn thing off its hinges. "Is there anything—".

"Where's Solomon?" Mammon cuts him off, pushing past him and into Purgatory Hall's living room. The smell of fresh coffee fills the air; just how early did these guys wake up?

"He's still sleeping, I believe. Why are you in such a rush?" Simeon asks.

"MC's missing. Need him to find them. He in his room?"

"What?"

"You heard me!" Mammon can hardly keep it together. He didn't want to talk about it, he knew that if he started talking he wouldn't be able to stop.

He hadn't felt your soul connection so cold since... since...

"What's going on?" Solomon steps out of the hallway, still in his pajamas. "I heard Mammon yelling. What happened to MC?"

Of course he'd have been listening in. "Lucifer woke up this morning and they weren't there. Can't hardly feel their soul at all, it's like they're—".

"What do you mean?" Solomon's eyebrows quirk up, clearly not expecting to hear that. "What does it feel like?"

"Damn it, Solomon, it feels like it did when Belphie... y'know." Mammon can't bring himself to say it. It was too awful, what he did to you. "Enough talking, do your magic thing and find 'em!"

Solomon and Simeon exchange worried looks. "Alright, let me get dressed. Then we'll head off. But Mammon...".

"What?" Mammon huffs, already heading towards the door.

"I'm sure they're fine. You know how capable they are. Perhaps they just wanted some alone time."

"Yes, MC has survived a lot. I'm sure they just popped back up to the Human World or something... We'll probably be laughing about this with them at the end of the day."

Simeon smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Mammon tries not to let the thought that they might be trying to placate him bother him.

-`♡´-

"You want me to watch over our brothers? Why? What's happening?" Levi sits up in his bathtub bed, disoriented from being shaken awake so suddenly.

He had heard the commotion earlier, but assumed that Mammon had done something to warrant Lucifer's ire. Lucifer searching through Levi's room while he was sleeping wasn't the strangest occurrence. Mammon did hide things in here from time to time.

"Levi, don't worry over this right now. I'll fill you in once we figure out what's going on."

"No, Lucifer, tell me now!" Levi stands, suddenly very awake. "You're worried over something, and you're never worried, not like this."

Even standing up straight, Lucifer was still looking down at Leviathan.

"Telling you would only make the situation worse." Levi hates how patronizing Lucifer sounds. He hated it when they first fell and he hated it now. "Make sure the others stay put, I'll be back soon."

Levi moves quickly to stop him from leaving. "If you don't tell me, I'll... I'll summon Lotan!" Lucifer steps forward, but Leviathan doesn't budge. "I'll really do it, Lucifer! I'm serious about this!"

It would probably take Levi a few hundred years to muster up the courage to stand up to Lucifer like this again. But watching the cold pity fade from his brother's eyes and turn into something more akin to pride was worth it.

"MC is gone, and I'm going to the Demon Lord's Castle to seek Diavolo and Barbatos's help." Lucifer says it with such a barely-maintained calmness that Leviathan knows this is serious. That you weren't sucked into a silly game or hiding out in Purgatory Hall for the weekend.

Levi feels his heart sink.

"Now, can you do as you're told and stay put? I'll be back soon." Lucifer squeezes Levi's shoulder, forcing Levi to listen. "If anything happens, call me."

He nods, but once Lucifer turns to leave, he quietly falls back into bed. Levi watches Henry swim around in his goldfish tank; you had just fed him yesterday, how did things change so much in just a few hours?

No, he can't shut down here. If something happened to you and he wasn't there to help he would never forgive himself.

You had saved him so many times before, it was time for him to be your Knight. (God, he sounded like a normie).

-`♡´-

When Mammon arrives back to the House of Lamentation with Simeon, Solomon, and Thirteen (Solomon had called her for help), the front door is blown off its hinges. Levi peeks through sheepishly at the four of them, waving for them to come in.

"What the hell happened here?" Thirteen tries to shut the door behind them, but it slowly starts to creak back open as soon as its closed.

"I told Satan what happened." Levi sighs, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. "He went out to calm himself down. Said he'll be back by the time Lucifer gets home."

"Have you guys found anything here?" Simeon asks Leviathan. Just past Levi in the living room was Asmodeus, who was anxiously staring down at his phone.

Beel descends the stairs at the same time Belphie comes up from the basement: "I checked all the rooms upstairs, they're not up there."

Belphie shakes his head: "They're nowhere in the basement, either."

"I've been texting anyone that knows them from R.A.D. No one has seen them yet." Asmodeus blinks back tears. "This is crazy, you know! Why does this kind of thing always happen to them?"

"Well, they're not dead. So stop acting so sad!" Thirteen chimes in, sprawling herself out on the living room couch. "I checked their candle this morning myself. I can check again but trust me, I would know if they died. I'm a reaper, y'know?"

"You checked their candle this morning? Isn't that quite a walk from where you sleep?" Despite the situation, Solomon just can't help himself. Thirteen sits up and throws a pillow at the sorcerer, cheeks flushed.

"I just had some business over there, that's all." Thirteen huffs, sinking back into the sofa so she doesn't have to see Solomon's smug face. "Anyways, aren't you supposed to be doing your thing?"

"Yeah, get to it, Solomon." Mammon tugs on the back of Solomon's cape, pointing him towards Lucifer's room. "They were last seen in there. See if you can find anything."

-`♡´-

Simeon stands near the doorway to Lucifer's room with Mammon, watching as Solomon searches for traces of anything that might give them a clue as to your whereabouts.

Simeon had thought that he had accepted being human. He thought the feeling of powerlessness that was so overwhelming to him at first had finally settled; there was nothing he could do to gain his grace back after what he had done, after all.

But now? He knew even as an angel there wasn't much more he could do to find you. If he had become your Guardian Angel like he had teased so many times, he could at least feel out if you were in danger.

Cautious Simeon, always so scared to make that final jump.

He says a prayer for you, quietly. Simeon hopes that his Father would still lend his ear to his own child, no matter how far he had strayed.

"There's one strong concentration here." Solomon frowns, gesturing to an area a little above shoulder height, right beside the left side of Lucifer's bed. "but that's all I can sense right now."

"Yeah, there's gotta be something else you missed." Mammon anxiously looks around the room, checking to see for himself if anything was out of place. "Keep looking."

They both follow Solomon as he does just that. He checks Lucifer's bathroom, in the closets, in the halls by his door... Nothing.

"I just don't get it." Solomon says, eyes closed in thought. He leans against the low table in the hallways. "If someone went through all this trouble to kidnap MC, why would they leave such an obvious trace behind?"

"Who gives a shit their motive right now. Tell us that you found something that can lead us to them, Solomon." Desperation drips from Mammon's voice. Mammon needs some hope to hold on to; Simeon empathizes with that feeling.

If Thirteen hadn't assured everyone you were still alive Simeon is sure he'd be snapping at Solomon too. Solomon was a good friend, but there's something about how casual he is with everything that makes Simeon angry. Did he not love you too?

"I did, don't worry, Mammon." Solomon pats Mammon's shoulder, "Once everyone gets back, I'll explain what I found."

-`♡´-

Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer arrive shortly after Solomon is done with his search.

The anxiety in the room is palpable; any news at all could set them alight. Especially Satan, who seemed to be trying to remember old breathing exercises to keep back his demon form.

"Solomon, they're here!" Asmodeus announces, and Simeon, Solomon, and Mammon come out from Lucifer's room to join everyone in the living room.

Lucifer doesn't comment on the broken door, he doesn't much care if the house itself was destroyed in the process of finding you.

"Tell us what you've found." Diavolo asks; Lucifer had informed him and Barbatos about what had happened on the way back from the castle. It had been a long while since Diavolo had seen his old friend look so grave.

Solomon comes around the couch and takes a seat by Thirteen. She scoots away.

"Well, there wasn't much left behind to find.... Which is good in its own way." Solomon crosses his legs. "Time magic was used sometime in Lucifer's bedroom last night. It appears MC has been taken to another point in this timeline."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, all eyes go to Barbatos. Even Barbatos looks stunned, eyes widening in shock.

"Time magic?" Satan stands, hands clenching at his sides. "I would like an explanation then, Barbatos. Now."

"I... am afraid I am as in the dark as you all are." The hesitation in Barbatos's voice does little to persuade the brothers. Beel stands and keeps a watchful eye on Satan. If you were here, you wouldn't want anyone to get hurt for your sake.

Diavolo stands in front of Barbatos. "Now, you all know Barbatos isn't the only being capable of time magic."

"Is it possible that someone else used your portals?" Thirteen asks. "You leave those things wide open, don'tcha? Seems like an easy target."

"I would know if anyone other than myself used them, yes. But I did not feel any abnormalities last night."

Belphie turns to Solomon. "Wait, you said time magic, what time period did they get sent to?"

"Ah, well that's a little tricky." Solomon answers with a sheepish smile. "The residual magic was strong, but you would expect more to be left behind if they went to the future. Future magic is highly unstable, anyways. It's more likely they were sent somewhere into the past, probably around the time of the Celestial War based on my analysis."

Belphie shakes his head. "You can't say 'probably', you have to be certain about this."

"Then, yes, I am certain that is where they are." Solomon answers smoothly.

The second the words leave Solomon's mouth, Mammon speaks up:

"Okay, so how do we get them back?!"

-`♡´-

With lots of loud disagreements, and a few almost-fights, they come to terms that it has to be Solomon that goes after you.

No one particularly likes that idea, but he was the only one who wouldn't completely disrupt the timeline. His past self wouldn't be in the Devildom, so he could avoid paradoxes, and he was more than strong enough to protect himself if need be.

That same day, Barbatos prepares the portal for Solomon to go through after you. But not before one last warning from Diavolo:

Diavolo's eyes are stern, hand gripping Solomon's shoulder tight enough to where it would be painful. Solomon takes a step back, but Diavolo's body follows him.

"You bring them back safe." A warning, "And bring them back swiftly. Whatever you must do to get them back... do it."

Solomon, frankly, had had enough warnings from the demon brothers, and from his old friend Thirteen to understand that his life was forfeit if he came back without you.

He supposed he couldn't fault their protectiveness, however. If your safety was left alone in the hands of any other, he's sure he'd do worse to guarantee you came back alive and well.

"Of course," Solomon rolls his shoulder, shrugging off the Prince's hold. "You know I want them back just as much as you do. Perhaps even more."

Diavolo pats his back, his usual genial smile returning to his face, and he laughs. "Oh, I doubt that."

Barbatos gestures to the two, indicating that everything is ready for Solomon to step through. Solomon doesn't feel anything but calm, for what did he have to be anxious about? He was getting to see you again.

Was it selfish of him to be happy that he would be in a time period where the one you would rely on the most would be him?

"Bring them back to us," Is the last thing he hears before he steps through the portal, and into the past.

-`♡´- Lucifer

Lucifer busies himself with his work. If he fills his schedule enough, he doesn't have time to worry about you constantly, doesn't have time for his mind to cycle through the worst of what could happen with you out of his reach.

He volunteers to take on all of your duties that you were newly appointed as R.A.D.'s newest student council officer. Lucifer doesn't want anything to get in the way of you spending time with him again once you get back.

When he isn't working, he takes care of his brothers. The House of Lamentation always becomes a little quieter when you're not around, but the silence this time is more somber.

Lucifer doesn't scold them as much, gives them more leeway when they skip classes or forget to turn in assignments. He knows they're struggling and he doesn't want to add to that burden.

He hardly sleeps unless he passes out from exhaustion. When he does, his dreams are of blame. Why didn't he just wake up when you were taken? You were right there.

-`♡´- Mammon

Mammon had to be held back by Levi and Beel to keep him from going into the portal after Solomon.

It wasn't fair that that guy got to go and he had to stay behind. He was your first man! Mammon wasn't even sure that Solomon didn't play a role in helping you disappear. He never trusted that guy.

But all he could do now was hope that he would bring you back, right? It didn't matter anymore who saved you, just the fact that you were alive and safe and in his arms would be enough for him.

Mammon misses you ardently.

He texts you about his day every day. He knows the messages won't deliver, but he doesn't have anyone else to send them too. Sometimes he'll even call your phone so he can hear your voice in the voicemail. It helps him sleep.

-`♡´- Leviathan

He's just so tired of this. He thought once your trials at R.A.D. were over, you could settle down in the House of Lamentation forever.

If anyone deserved a life full of peace, it was you. You had endured way too much hardship on their account to keep having these things happen to you.

Levi tries to maintain a normalcy for you to return to. He buys games that you had on your radar for you to play with him once you got back.

He likes looking at the pictures you both had taken together. Cosplay pics, photobooth strips, candid polaroids... precious memories that could never be replaced.

And, when he really misses you, he takes one of your school uniforms, hanging up neatly in your closet and takes it to bed with him. It still smells like you, and if he closes his eyes, he can picture you're there with him.

Though, waking up and seeing you weren't there is like losing you all over again.

-`♡´- Satan

Satan worries.

He knew what he was like right after the Celestial War. He knew what monstrous things he did when he couldn't control his anger; before he made a conscious decision to crawl his way out of his emotional stagnation and to be more than he was created to be.

He gets into a habit of hanging out with Thirteen. Satan never really cared much for her attitude, but she's the only one who would know if you were still alive.

She's tolerable, in that when they get together they always end up talking about you. Satan doesn't tell her the best stories about you, no, those were reserved only for himself.

When he is alone, he often drifts towards your room. He knows his brothers often sleep there when you're gone, so he washes your sheets and makes your bed back up when they're not there.

Satan even tidies his own room just enough so that you would have room to sleep in his bed with him when you returned.

-`♡´- Asmodeus

To have both you and Solomon taken away from him in the same day, it seems a bit cruel, doesn't it?

He's thankful for all the consolations from his friends and his fans; the well wishes are nice, but it isn't the same as hearing it from your voice.

Asmo tells anyone who will listen about what happened to you in hopes that they'll spin stories back at him. Even if most were lies conjured to make him feel better, there always are some true stories in the mix. He hears a few rumors of ancient, powerful demons that he hands over to Satan and Belphie to look more into. He was glad he could do something.

Asmodeus starts collecting things that remind him of you. Flowers that never wilt, lamb plushies, silk pajamas — there's a box in his room of gifts to give you once you get back home.

He writes down everything that you've missed since you disappeared, he has so much to catch you up on, after all! And if there's a lot of 'I love you's' and things he misses about you in between topics, he's sure you won't mind hearing them, too.

-`♡´- Beelzebub

Beel feels a little lost without you there.

You were so ingrained in his daily schedule that he doesn't know what to do with a lot of his time. You, Mammon, him, and Belphie would always hang out after school, since the four of you had the same last period.

There was no sun in the Devildom, but he didn't need any to feel warm sitting next to you three. Mammon would bring cards, and you would take turns picking out games to play.

You would usually win; he loved seeing your smile as you asked for praise for winning. Belphie and Mammon would pout, but Beel was always happy to tell you you did a good job. He keeps an ongoing score sheet somewhere in his backpack:

MC - 102, Mammon - 16, Belphie - 59, Beel - 20. He didn't care much for winning as long as everyone was happy.

He makes his way to the gardens and finds your usual spot empty. Beel waits there for a long while, but only Belphie shows up.

Beel thinks that maybe in the past, you were waiting for him in the same spot too. The thought makes him feel a little less lonely.

-`♡´- Belphegor

Belphie misses you, of course, but he really finds this whole situation odd.

Time magic. Diavolo had said that other beings were capable of it, but Belphie had never heard of anyone, besides Barbatos, that had mastered it enough to send someone back that far. Belphie wasn't the most well-connected person, but he thinks he would've heard about them by now.

Satan thinks the same thing, and so the 'Anti-Lucifer League' is postponed, and in its place the 'MC's Detective Agency' forms. Beel sits in on most meetings, and the rest of the brothers join in occasionally.

But with so few leads there was only so much they could do. But still, Belphie is determined not to give up. If you were in his shoes, he knows you would do the same thing.

He would never admit it to anyone, but he wants to hear you say that you're proud of his work. To feel you pet his head and tell him he did good, to kiss him on the cheeks for working so hard.

...And, of course, making whoever did this pay for what they did would be good, too.

-`♡´- Diavolo

The last note you left him is still taped to his desk:

A chibi of you fist-pumping is drawn on the side of the yellow sticky. There's a big speech bubble that reads: "You can do it, Dia! Knock out that paperwork!" He can't help but smile every time he sees it.

It's silly, but when he looks down and reads those words of encouragement he feels your loss even more strongly. He's sure Solomon will be back with you soon, but as the weeks roll on, he starts getting impatient.

He sends all his best men to search for whoever did this to you. Without any solid leads, it was like chasing the wind, but it helped settle his mind, if only a little.

He supposes you did spoil him too much. He forgot what it was like to be so lonely when you were around. And unlike the brothers, he couldn't just curl up in your bed whenever he wanted to be reminded of you.

Would it be so improper to move you into the castle once you got back? At least here, he would know you were safe. Nothing like this would ever happen to you again on his watch.

-`♡´- Barbatos

Barbatos knows that all eyes are on him.

It isn't hard to figure out that the brothers are suspicious of him. Mammon's crows perch outside his bedroom, Satan takes extra trips to the library in the castle, Belphie "gets lost" wandering the halls after dinner... Even Lucifer asks him pointed questions about that night.

He understands that it comes with the territory of his powers, but when has he ever done anything to jeopardize the exchange program? If he wanted to send you away would he not have done it when you first arrived? Would he not have let you die at the hands of Belphegor?

The him of today would never think of such a thing. Barbatos cared too much about your safety to let you wander too far from his sights.

He knows it is an indulgence that only he is afforded, but he can't help but steal looks into your life back in time as you try to find your way back to them.

Perhaps the others would like to hear about how you are doing, but Barbatos thinks these things are best kept to himself. He was never a fan of sharing, anyways.

-`♡´- Simeon

Luke cries and cries and cries when Simeon tells him what happened to you. Simeon holds the boy in his arms tight, rocking him back and forth to soothe his troubled heart.

He had done this many nights in the past, and he's sure he'd do it for many nights in the future.

The last time it had happened it had been when Simeon had told Luke about losing his powers. You had been there, then, and had cried as soon as you saw tears well up in Luke's eyes. Luke was less sad and more angry at Simeon for not telling him sooner. He had held you both in his arms that night, and before long the three of you fell asleep together.

Simeon wishes you were here now to hold him. To tell him it was going to be alright. But he supposed if you were here the both of them wouldn't have anything to cry about.

Michael allows Luke to stay in Purgatory Hall for as long as it would take to get you back. Simeon is thankful for the company; with Raphael and Solomon gone, and the Hall silent, it was easy for Simeon to start blaming himself.

He hears Luke pray every night for your safety, and Simeon slips back into the habit as well.

-`♡´- Thirteen

Thirteen spends a lot more time in her cave when you're not around.

What's the point of going to R.A.D. if you weren't there? It's not like she cared much about anyone else that went there. And to hear the brothers cry about missing you... She couldn't take it.

She cared about you too, but you didn't see her moping around about it!

But even worse was the fact Solomon got to go back in time to save you. Just thinking about you spending all that alone time with that shitty Sorcerer makes her blood boil; he could live a thousand lifetimes and never once deserve you.

She goes and checks your candle every morning to see if the flame is going strong. Thirteen breathes easy when she sees the bright orange flame light up the darkness.

Reapers weren't supposed to interfere directly with mortal's lifespans, but she supposed it wouldn't hurt if she poured some of Solomon's melted wax onto your candle. It's not like he would need it anyways.

Besides, this was her making up for lost time. Every day you were away shouldn't count! You didn't choose to go back in time, after all!

[gay-dorito-dust]

this isnt thag detailed but can i request percy jackson x reader (platonic) where they first meet (as well as with annabeth since she was with him at the time I think) for the first time in the labyrinth and turns out reader is percy’s older half sibling? if not that, then just maybe general headcanons of percy having an older half sibling

I’ll probs just do the head-cannon for this one. 🦦

The moment Percy found out that you were his half sibling, the relief that came with no longer having to have an entire cabin with the low grey walls to himself would follow.

As it would ultimately meant he was finally freed from soul crushing loneliness he’s felt ever since being claimed after beginning to get use to the warmth and liveliness of that of the Hermes Cabin.

Seeing those empty bunks taunted and mocked him every waking moment, serving as a reminder that no matter how powerful of a Demi-god you were, you were no more helpless against the grim reality of being a forbidden child of the most powerful gods of the Greek pantheon.

However with this revelation came the urge to protect his newfound family and with that came moments of tension, especially the ones where Percy tended to forget that you were capable -if not more- in taking care of yourself when it mattered most, seeing as Percy had a tendency to put himself at the forefront of danger if it meant protecting the people who mattered so dearly to him; You being one of those very people he’d gladly act in reckless abandon in favour for your safety.

You hated this about him as no matter how long you’ve met him for, you weren’t going to stand by and willingly let your little brother place himself in dangerous situations for you.

Loyalty maybe his fatal flaw, your fatal flaw on the other hand was devotion.

Devotion to your family, your friends and loved ones, so much so to the point when you’d sacrifice everything for them, even if it was to your own detriment and eventual downfall, as long as they were safe and happy nothing else mattered.

Percy would go to war for you and you would happily go to war for him tenfold.

You; don’t do anything stupid till I get back.

Percy: how can I? you’re taking all the stupid with you.

You: jerk

Percy: bitch

If you were to ever have a crush on someone or someone starts making moves on you, fucking watch out cuz little bro Percy had a few choice words for ‘em and is hellbent on knowing their intentions with his older sibling. You deserve the best but in Percy’s eyes, not many people make the final cut.

However his interrogations were equal parts hilarious and embarrassing for you for multiple reasons but after the first few times you’ve told him off for doing so, you’ve given up and just let him act as though his words would sway anything into his favour, you could always just sneak out and meet them elsewhere; preferably away from any body of water but primarily the lake where you knew Percy and yourself would often frequent when in need of feeling closer to the one thing connecting you to your father.

But on this occasion, you severely underestimated your little brother.

You; Percy get out of the lake, people are begging to stare.

Percy: not until the sibling stealer behind you stops flirting. *he says whilst standing knee deep in the canoe lake, ready to super soak someone to the bone.*

You, groaning as you looked over at Luke who looked about ready to use you as a shield again your own brother, sending him an apologetic smile; I’m sorry about my IDIOTIC BROTHER, he tends to severely overreact, especially over the little things.

Percy, hands on his hips, staring at Luke murderously: who are you talking about, I don’t overreact. I just want to talk to him. Here. in the water. Where I have full dominion over.

You: I have full dominion over the water too fuckhead and like hell I’d let you interrogate him.

Percy, whilst still looking at Luke before walking off to find Grover and or Annabeth; you’re lucky enough to live another day.

Much like any sibling dynamic you take the piss out of each other but the moment someone else thinks it’s cool to do so also, it’s game over for them as an temporary alliance between you two is formed to defeat a common enemy before going back to taking the piss out of one another as per usual.

You: you’re such a sore looser fish breath

Percy: says you coral for brains

Some random camper; yeah, coral for brains.

You and Percy looking at the random camper; the fuck did you just say? Would you care to repeat or start running.

Random camper; *sweats and runs away as though they’ve just shit themselves.*

I think I’ve went on long enough but all in all, Percy was just ecstatic that he wasn’t alone anymore.

[katsu28]

🍭 “I love you.” “You do?” with jj maybank :)

i haven't written for this himbo in a hot minute, so thank you for this anna baby!!! pls enjoy pining jj <33

jj maybank x reader, short lil best friends to lovers + love confession, 1.6k

“Holy shit, he’s here and I’m not ready yet! J, go stall for time!” You exclaimed, angling your head towards your bedroom, where JJ had been camped out on your bed for hours now, having been the poor soul relegated to help you choose an outfit for your date tonight. The doorbell had just rung whilst you were in the middle of doing your makeup, nearly sending you into a frenzy. 

“Got it!” He yelled back, heaving himself to his feet and stomping down the hall to answer the door, albeit a bit begrudgingly.

There was nothing he wanted to do less than make small talk with yet another guy that wasn’t him taking you on a date. But you asked, and JJ always did what you asked. It came with the territory of being head over heels in love with your best friend. 

He plastered a neutral look on his face, pulling open the front door only to be met with some dude who he vaguely recognized as being one of Sarah’s slightly less stuck up Kook friends—Preston who the fuck knows what. Probably some fancy ass last name like Berkeshire. Harrington. Vanderbilt. Something hyphenated, or with a Jr. or II tacked on the end of it. 

Preston something or other looked a bit surprised to see him standing on the other side of the door but recovered quickly, guy nodding at him suavely. “Hey man. Is Y/N here?” 

“She’s almost ready.” JJ replied, leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms. Preston nodded again, shifting on his feet. He looked nervous, JJ noticed. Good. Then he noticed the bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand. “Carnations, huh?” 

“Yeah, you think she’ll like them?” He straightened the cellophane surrounding them, tucking a stray leaf back into the bunch. 

“Oh, totally.” JJ was being one hundred percent sarcastic, but Preston didn’t know that. If he really knew you at all, he would know that you hated carnations. That you thought they were tacky and too bright. And if JJ wanted to be a good guy, he’d tell Preston before he made the wrong impression on you. But he wasn’t going to. He knew he probably should, but he wasn’t going to. Call him selfish. “So tell me, Preston, what’s the agenda for tonight? Where are y’all going?” 

“Uh, nowhere special. Dinner at that new bistro on Main and maybe a walk around town afterward.” Preston chuckled awkwardly, licking his lips. 

Damn it. That was actually a really good date idea. 

“Preston, hi!” You interjected breathlessly, rushing past JJ to give the other boy a brief hug. “Sorry to keep you waiting, I hope this one didn’t tell you too many embarrassing stories about me.” 

“I would never.” JJ mock gasped, pressing a hand against his chest. 

“Yes, you would.” 

“Alright, maybe I would.” He shrugged. “Anyways, whatever! Get outta here, kids, go have fun. Not too much fun though, Preston my man! No funny business, have her home by eleven, yadda yadda.” 

“Bye, J. Try not to burn down the house while I’m gone.” 

“I’ll try my best.” He saluted you, ignoring the warmth in his chest when you rolled your eyes playfully at him. Then you were gone, leaving JJ alone. 

He did admit, he worked himself up a little too much waiting for you to come home. Maybe he almost paced a hole in the floor just thinking about what could happen if this date actually went well. He could see it now, ten, fifteen years into the future—you were a Figure 8 trophy wife with two kids who looked annoyingly just like Preston, and JJ was still here on the southside, hopelessly in love with his happily married, Kook-converted best friend. 

Okay, maybe he was overreacting a little bit, but he couldn’t help it. Nothing he did seemed to quell the thoughts ping-ponging around in his brain; all he could do was wait for you to come home and tell him everything, like you always did. 

-------

He straightened up the second he heard your key twisting in the lock, swinging his legs down to the floor from where they’d previously been hooked over the back of the sofa. Play it cool, bro. 

“That’s it!” You huffed, throwing open the front door and traipsing inside, kicking off your shoes before flopping down next to him rather dramatically. “I’m calling it now! I’m never gonna find anyone!” 

JJ thumped your forehead from where your head had landed in his lap upon landing. “I take it the date didn’t go well?”

“That would be the understatement of a century.” 

“Well, I didn’t like him anyways, so.” You squinted up at him, frowning. “What? He got you carnations, Y/N. You hate carnations.” 

“Yeah, but I didn’t hate Preston. He seemed nice, but the whole night, he was just…off, I dunno.” You sighed, waving a vague hand. “It was weird, I saw him this morning and he said he was excited, but when he came here it was like his whole vibe changed.” Part of that was probably his interaction with JJ, but the blond boy held his tongue. You sat up, angling yourself to face him with furrowed brows. “What did you say to him when he got here earlier?”

“Me? I didn’t say shit, I was just sussin’ him out. Simply exercising my duty as best friend.” 

“Bullshit, you were probably sabotaging me!” Grabbing a pillow, you shoved your face into it, letting out a strangled groan. JJ patted your leg soothingly (he hoped), lips pressing into a thin line. “It’s whatever though. I don’t care anymore. I’m just never gonna find love in this lifetime.” 

“Hey, don’t say that,” He chided, easing the pillow away from your face. “That’s not true. You’ll find love.” With me, he wanted to add. He didn’t. 

“Thanks, J. But I don’t…I really don’t know anymore. Maybe I’m being dramatic, but it just feels like everytime I think ‘wow, this could be the time’, it just doesn’t work out.” You mumbled, picking at a loose thread at the hem of your shirt. “Makes me think that maybe it’s me, maybe I’m just unlovable.” 

And that—you thinking that you were unlovable when JJ had loved you all his life—that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

“I love you.” He blurted, brows furrowing. 

Your breath caught in your chest, and you hesitated a second. “You do?” 

“Fuck—yeah. Yeah, I do. ‘Course I do.” He sighed, dragging a hand through his already unruly hair, causing it to spring back in every which way. “How could I not?” 

“Since when?” 

“Are you kidding me? Since forever, Y/N. Honestly, probably since the first day we met, back when we were what, seven? You told me you liked my hair. Said it reminded you of gold, then you shared your fruit snacks with me. And that,” JJ chuckled, shaking his head, “that stuck with me, ever since then.” 

“I remember.” You said softly, the memory bringing a small smile to your face. You’d met JJ on the first day of second grade, and it seemed like you’d just been attached at the hip ever since. He knew everything about you, you knew everything about him—except for the fact that he’d been in love with you ever since.

So really, maybe you didn’t know him as well as you thought you did. 

“I can see the gears turning in your head right now.” He bumped his knuckles against your knee, ducking to meet your gaze. “You don’t have to say anything right now, I know it’s—it’s probably hard to take in. But it’s the truth. You were never unloveable, Y/N, you’re fucking perfect. You just…hadn’t found the right guy to love yet. And it might not be me, but I just needed you to know that you’re not doing anything wrong. Those guys are just fucking stupid if they didn’t see what I see in you. What I’ve always seen.”

You didn’t respond, instead just leaning forward and taking his face in your hands and pressing your lips against his, kissing him before you chickened out. If JJ was surprised he masked it well, only taking less than a beat to react. He reached out blindly, hands finding your waist to pull you onto his lap as he kissed you back eagerly. 

“That was—what was that?” He breathed, pink lips parted and now shiny with your lipgloss, eyes bluer than the summer sky gazing wide right at you. 

“Wanted to see if it felt right.” You whispered.

His chest rose and fell, pushing against yours with every deep breath he took in an attempt to keep calm despite his electric nerves. “And did it?” 

“It did.” You confirmed with a nod, a small grin stretching your lips. 

Everything was making sense now, like pieces slotting into a lifelong puzzle. The reason you were having such a hard time finding someone to love and someone to love you was because the person you needed and didn’t realize you wanted had been right in front of you for years, and you’d been too blind to see it all this time. But you saw it now. 

You saw JJ now, and nothing had been clearer. 

“I love you, J.” 

JJ’s eyes fluttered shut almost blissfully, head lolling back against the couch cushions. “Shit, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to hear you say that.” He gave your waist a quick squeeze before letting his hand come up to give himself a light slap on the cheek. 

“What’re you doing?” You giggled, tugging his hand away from his face. 

“Making sure this isn’t another one of my dreams.” 

Your brows lifted teasingly. “You dream about me?” 

“All the fucking time, sweetheart.” His fingers traced the inside of your wrist, basking in the feeling of your soft skin warm against his, the view of you sitting on top of him looking like the epitome of beauty. He’d imagined this moment countless times, but never once did he think it would ever become a reality. 

“And how do those dreams usually end?” 

JJ smirked, eyes now gleaming with mischief. “You want me to show you?”

[boyfhee]

⌕ TAKE TWO ━━ 19 : all you want

PRECIS. while riki constantly assured you that him being an idol under a different label wouldn't be an issue in your relationship, you start getting second thoughts when fans start shipping him with his co-mc at music bank.

n : written part after the screenshots

w : slight angst, mild fluff ( finally ) - 1.6k

the cityscape stood open in front of you, cold winter winds sneaking under your sweatshirt, a scarf from jungwon that has been keeping you warm for the past fifteen minutes doesn’t seem to suffice as the skies turned darker. looking at the horizon, there’s a certain calmness that soothes your heart, the violets and vermillion hues reflecting ever so majestically over the glass panes of skyscrapers. down below lays the distinct city noise, the honking of cars, tires screeching— a near miss. the cat walks across the road safely, and behind you, jungwon lets out a sigh of relief. 

“i’ve never been here,” he chuckles. 

you hum, letting a soft smile climb up your face. “me either,” you look at him. he seems to have loosen up. when he arrived, jungwon definitely looked uneasy, or rather, nervous, in case you didn’t want to talk or even see him. but you’re here, and he’s resting his elbow above the railing, letting himself relax. “are we even allowed to be here?” 

“not sure, but even if we aren’t, no one has to know,” it’s an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, to make you feel better even if it’s only for a brief second. he wishes to hold your hands and tell you that it will be okay. sometimes, words aren’t enough, and jungwon doesn’t want to ask the words, “how have you been?” but alas, he does anyway.

“i don’t know,” it’s a plain reply, a response of ignorance, as if you know exactly what’s happening to you but you can’t seem to process. it’s like having a spatula to stir your dish but you don’t remember how to use it, and so you simply stand there, watching it burn. “maybe, i overreacted the other day. riki has been texting constantly and i’ve been ignoring him. guess, i’m really scared for what’s about to come,” a sigh falls of your lips, you turn to look at him. “good or bad,” 

“well, you made it so far and now we’re so close to the truth,” and jungwon refuses to look at you. perhaps, it’s the weather or the situation, but he doesn’t want to watch you crying, and the reason has to do with both you and riki. “you should talk to him,” he says, half supportive, half defeated. 

if he’s being honest, he doesn’t want you to talk to riki, and if he’s being reasonable, he wishes you would sort things out with him. as said before, it has to do with both of you— one is the love of his life, other being his closest friend. living without either of you seems impossible for jungwon. it’s like an eccentric give and receive, a unique pact, a relationship where all of you are victims and all of you are villains. there’s a hint of jealousy, a heart overflowing with love, a soul drowning in immense pain. 

“what if they’re dating?” you ask, it’s more of a whisper. 

jungwon takes a step towards you. “you don’t know,” 

but, you think you do. trust was something that you never ran out of in this relationship with riki. even now, when everything around has been falling down, when the line between truth and lie has been erased and everything resembles the same, you know a part of you trusts riki. but it’s just a part, just a little corner of your heart lost inside it’s walls and chambers. the trust, it’s like a flickering flame of a candle. your hands are around it, making sure it wouldn’t go out, but you think it would either way. the brightest flames go out first, the longer the candle burns, the shorter it gets. you think you can light another one and replace it but you can’t, because the cold wax has already settled on your hands, and scraping it away would mean taking away a part of yourself. 

“what if they’ve been together all this time and i’m here being fooled? what if he has been lying? what if miya was right all along, won—” at this point, you’re not being yourself. you’re crying, your face is buried in your hands, you’re finally letting loose and coming to terms with loss. you’re close to giving up, taking your hands off the candle and letting the winds blow it out. the words that are possibly a lie are now morphing into the truth for you. it feels like you’re watching your lover walk away to someone else while the red strings still hold you together, and you’re doing nothing but looking for the scissors. 

so, jungwon pulls you into his arms. “we don’t know anything yet,” 

those are the words the world relies upon. people look forward to a surprise because you don’t know what it’s going to be. they’re hooked on thrillers because they don’t know the ending. they hope because who knows, maybe things will change for the better one day. the lack of knowledge is incredible and equally dangerous. you’re stupidly lucky and luckily stupid. while one moment, you thank the heavens for keeping you in dark all this time for you don’t know if you can handle facing the truth; the other, you wonder if things would have been different if only you knew. 

your thoughts are laced with irony, there’s a sense of indecisiveness in your actions. your words are uncertain. 

you don’t know anymore. 

“what did i do to deserve this?” and you cry harder, a few centimeters closer into his arms, a consoling hand on your back that feels warmer. you’re spilling tears on his jacket, he doesn’t seem to mind. the city noise fades into the background as your ears fill with the loud silence along with your soft sobs. if someone was to see you like this, you both will be on the headlines the next day. besides, you don’t have an explanation as for why you were crying relentlessly in jungwon’s arms. you’re concerned, but he doesn’t seem to care. so, you don’t know why you worry about media.

you never knew why riki worried so much about them.

“i’m sorry i can’t help more than telling you the same words over and over again,” his words aren’t much louder than yours, almost just as muffled, if not more. “shit, i’m so fucking sorry for not being able to help,” he holds you closer, his voice shaking, you’re scared he might just be crying on his own, over matters that aren’t even his to being with.

“are you stupid?” and you pull away, sniffling, an awkward chuckle falling off your lips at the sight of wet patches on his clothing. “you’ve helped me more than anyone else, won,” 

he awkwardly brushes off the strand of hair in front of your eyes. “i wish i could do more,” 

jungwon doesn’t take credit. well, mostly, he does, but for some things, he doesn’t, and those things are the ones that count the most. perhaps, it’s how a leader is supposed to be. he shares his efforts and achievements. anything he does, it’s for the group, it adds into the accounts of all seven members. you don’t know how that logic is applicable right now, but it sure does has an impact on him. 

jungwon is so used to sharing, he doesn’t remember how it feels to have something that belongs to him and only him. it’s not a bad thing. you’d never know how it feels to be in his place, but sometimes, it feels like jungwon has forgotten how to live for himself.

“what did i do to deserve you?” those are the words that water the flowers blooming in his heart. you take a step behind, turning to the city scape again. wind strikes cold on your tear stained cheeks, you rub it off on your sleeves. “seriously though, you’ve always been there when i needed you, always down to listen to my complaints and endless rants about riki. i don’t think words can express how thankful i am,” 

and jungwon is looking at you— eyes ever so starry, inexplicably in disbelief and desperately in love. “and i don’t know why you helped me so much,” 

“because i like you,” and words slip off his tongue like they’re the water flowing down the stream. there’s a pause, a look of surprise from your side, guilt pouring on his part. you could feel your heart trying to beat out of your chest, you don’t know the last time you’ve felt this way. “not the very best time, is it?” 

but jungwon brushes the silence off with a forced laughter, or rather, tries to. it’s the least he can do to cover up his mistakes. the last thing he wants is to make sure his unplanned confession doesn’t make him look like a backstabber, as if he was trying to get his own way to you through your misery. “don’t think so much about it. it’s just a crush, it’ll go away. you should be focusing on your boyfri—”

fluttering gazes, a step taken towards him involuntarily. you kiss jungwon— a decision made out of impulse.  

“does that make it seem like i’m using you?” you pull away, and now the guilt was for both of you to handle. emotions are playing their part, mind out of order, logic off the terrace of your label that you are currently standing on. right or wrong, it’s hard to differentiate.

nothing makes sense, yet everything in his moment with him fits together like a puzzle piece. 

so, his hands are cupping your cheeks. “you can use me all you want,” and your lips are back onto his. 

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n : YNWON NATION HOW DO WE FEEL

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

I have a cute one!

S/O and Skeleton going for the first ultrasound of S/Os pregnancy!

Undertale Sans - He goes full scientist mode to hide his anxiety. You never see him like this before, immediately checking the screen and asking a million questions to the doctor as you're just standing there, wondering if he feels ok. Sans is a bit excited but also a bit terrified. It's an interesting mix. You can see he's trying really hard to stay his old neutral friendly self but man, he's just so nervous omg.

Undertale Papyrus - He's more interested in how the hell the whole thing works honestly. His ADHD saw shiny weird machines that could literally see through your body, that's crazy! Can you see inside of his body too?! The doctor looks at you for help as they're trying to explain that it will probably not work on a skeleton??? He doesn't have any organs? They think? He's also excited about the baby, but really, if you can't check his belly, can you at least try it on his skull? He wants to see the inside of his own skull!

Underswap Sans - He starts to hyperventilate. Ok, you were pregnant, it's cool and all but it was not real in his mind before that moment when he actually saw the baby right in front of his eyes and can't be in denial anymore. He's slightly panicking now, as he's realizing that it's really happening and that it's too late to go back. He wants to cry so bad.

Underswap Papyrus - He's a crying mess, he can barely see the baby. His eye sockets are crying uncontrollably. He's so happy, and he knows he's overreacting, it's even worse than then you announced to him you were pregnant but he can't help it lol. You take him to have ice cream after the ultrasound so he can recover.

Underfell Sans - That's actually the second he sees the baby that he realizes that it's not a joke and that he's really going to be a dad. You suddenly hear a loud sound as poor Red's soul can't take it and makes him pass out on the floor lol. He's fine, just a little too in shock to answer at the moment. The doctor mocks you telling you maybe you should ask for an additional doctor while you're giving birth because they have a feeling he's not going to take it well.

Underfell Papyrus - He keeps a brave face during the whole exam and he's god damn proud of him. Yeah, because inside, he is screaming and panicking right now. He's using all of his soldier's skills to stay perfectly neutral on the inside. He's crushing your hand though, so you know something is not ok. But Edge refuses to meet your eyes because he's too scared he will burst into tears if you ask him if he's fine. He's going to need a moment after that.

Horrortale Sans - He's nervous. Not about the baby, but about the fact he's in a hospital and that the door is closed, and that you're on a table, and that a doctor is torturing you right now and he is slowly panicking. Thank Asgore, you asked Willow and Toriel to come. They're waiting outside of the room, ready to intervene if Oak suddenly attacks the doctor for a too-brutal gesture. You're not too serene either. He's relieved the baby is fine but he's even more relieved the second you leave that horrible place behind.

Horrortale Papyrus - That's three times the doctor asks him to shut up because his sniffing is so loud you can't even hear the baby's heart. He's trying so hard to control his feelings but he can't help it, he's too happy and excited and emotional. He crushes you into a hug when you get out of the room. He can't wait to be a dad.

Swapfell Sans - So that's what you meant when you said he was going to meet the baby. He's not going to lie, he thought the doctor would rip the baby out of your body, check it, and put it back in your belly so he's kinda relieved when he realizes it's actually not gore at all. A small part of him is still disappointed he couldn't see the baby for real though. It's too long, he can't believe you still have a few months to go. How many more do you need to grow a baby? That's so boring, he prepared the room weeks ago!

Swapfell Papyrus - He's strangely quiet, just staring at the screen. His mind is completely empty. He wanted to make some jokes to ease the mood, but all of this vanished the second he saw the baby. He's completely hypnotized, and even a little sad when the exam ends. He still can't believe he's going to be a dad. He can't wait.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He doesn't get it. Everyone is getting excited in the room, but all he can see on the screen is a weird-looking giant bean. Where's the baby??? That can't be the baby, right? It looks ugly as hell. It doesn't look like a baby at all? Stop cheering this thing, that's horrible??? He doesn't say a thing because it obviously makes you happy but he's really concerned right now. He doesn't want to be the dad of a weird bean???

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He needs mental support so bad but the doctor asked him to stop climbing on the table to hug you. So he kinda panicked and randomly jumped on the doctor's back for a hug. He apologizes afterwards but he can't help it. There are too many thoughts inside his head, he doesn't know what he's supposed to do!

[deesseshesca]

Mystery reading pt.2

Where is life going …

Good afternoon, pretty souls, today we are checking on this bitch called : LIFE. What’s good ? What’s up ? What’s popping ? I’m talking CAREER, FINANCE, LOVE maybeeeeee s.e.x.

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I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else. 

TW:SA

PILE 1 

Life: 

9 of wands, Devil, 2121

Check in: You guys may be one of the rare individuals that actually aspire to be a porn star. Like you could not wait until your 21 (I also feel like you are freshly major) so you completely enjoy your craft. Before you were in your dream field you worked jobs like Hooters. 

Career, Finance, Social life…

There’s new people trying to enter your life, I am not saying that any of them are rotten souls but they are energy suckers. Like guys who enjoy misery and are slaves to a victim mindset. So be sure to set a certain distance with them. The real enemy comes from your family. Some of y’all are not actually close with your family (like a healthy distance) But since they are not approving of your lifestyle they may take it as a weak link.It can also be someone you consider as your family.  I’m sensing somebody is going to set you up for you to get SA. Keep an eye on everything you work for and anything you hold dear to your heart. Don’t worry this person is going to tell them themselves. So don’t act out of character trying to find that person, let them reveal themself to you. If you have any bad vibes, real or overreacting, take your distance. Better safe than motherfucking sorry. Don’t give anyone you don’t trust access to you. Keep to yourself ,you gotta play the fool to catch the fool.

SONG: Freak Nasty - Megan Thee Stallion

Romance…

Justice, 10 swords (reverse), ‘’I did not think you would walk away !’’

Don’t worry they are not the enemy. Someone you walked away from is coming back. I’m hearing ‘’Which one …’’. Girl/Boy, quit playing with me. LOL. You are out here standing on big business good for you. The most toxic one. I’m sensing a smirk coming from as I'm writing. The Fate is giving y'all a second chance since y’all both had an update. Back then you allowed his nonchalant behavior that made you feel like an option. Because you always knew he/she cared for you but was emotionally available. Now you have so much self love for yourself (Ok, little mama/papi, is conceited…GOOD FOR YOU !). The first time you stood on business was with them. They were maybe the reason for your healing journey. Until this they reminisce about the time you let them go with admiration. HER/HIS POV:The one that got away. Now they are emotionally mature and available. They dealt within their heart blockage and are praying to the Gods for your coming back in their life. Last time y’all saw each other was in high school. Now you are going to have the last word in y’all relationship. You are going to walk him/she like a dog in a loving manner. 

SONG: Big Ole Freak - Megan Thee Stallion

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PILE 2 

Moon, 9 Pentacles.

Check in: You may be on your moon cycle. If you are an owner of '  ‘’d’’, you may wake up more often with a boner lately. 

Career, Finance, Social life…

Before we get into it, I'm a fan. Teach me your ways. You guys are successful, independent and mature. Furthermore, you are self-resilient, self-disciplined while having a lot of patience and determination. Which must have been needed on your path towards the betterment of your situation. I don’t think people realize how hard it was for you to get there. You had to always bet on yourself even in the face of adversity. You guys faced many setbacks. Some of y’all lost it all at the same time. You lost your job, your house and car at the same damn time. Now you are the standard in your industry. Business wise nobody does as good as you. But you do not have a support system. You don’t have friends, you have friend trauma. You don't have a family, you have family issues. You don’t have a partner, you have a list of men/women who fuck you over. You may feel isolated as you keep leveling up. Must be exhausted with all the baggage. Is not like you don’t want help, there's nobody around to give you a shoulder for you to cry on. Imma need you to step outside. It may still be cloudy but it stop raining. Put yourself out here, the right people are on their way. But they need to see you, if you want to build a community. Go on a solo date, go out to the movies, museum or get a new hobby. Believe me the wheel turned in your favor. 

SONG : Ex for a reason - Summer Walker ft JT (From the City Girls)

Romance…

10 pentacles, 3 pentacles (reverse), ‘’I’m tired of the silent treatment ! I want to sit down and talk about this once and for all !’’

Look at that … my cheeky pile 2. Y’all already find your match made in  heaven. It might be hella new. Like y’all are only on your 3 dates with them. They are your dream come through. Perfect height, pretty/handsome, rich/driven, smell super good and on top of that gentle. If you are a woman, I see him taking off your heels so he can bring you to your car. Carrying you like a bride. If you are a man, I'm sensing her rubbing circle on your back. Heads up there is a chance of it all falling down. If boundaries are not set and people are too busy wearing rose tinted glasses. There’s going to be multiple situations where the person you are dealing with will go completely closed off. I'm sensing them ghosting you for as long as 2 weeks and crawling back while apologizing. They did tell you that they are dealing with a very toxic family. But it is going to frustrate you. Not because you want the attention. Awww pile 2, is because you want to feel needed. You want them to let you in. You want to be as much of a safe haven as they are for you. Is like they only love you when  they are happy. But you had a good example of love in your life and you need intimacy. So you want it all with them. The good, the bad and the ugly.Y’all are each other's first love. The way they love you pile 2 is crazy. They don’t just love you, you are literally the definition of love for them. They might not know it but trust me they are getting there. You guys need to have a serious talk where you don’t let yourself get lost in their gentle manners. They just need to learn. I feel like theyhad a super comfortable life, borderline rich f*ckers until something happens that sets them back all the way down. They don’t know how to cope and need to focus on providing for their family. Their family may have a law problem. On your side, you are use of life f*ucking u over and over. You find a healthy way to deal with it. If you don’t want to deal with them, let me tell you something….they are never going to move on from you. NEVER. They might never marry. Where your Fate has somebody else in store. If you make it, y’all going to be a real life fairytale.The real issue is that he doesn't know how to communicate vulnerability. Babe give him a shoot.

SONG : B.I.T.C.H - Megan Thee Stallion

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PILE 3 

Hierophant, King pentacles, 

Check in: I love this for you. Out here spending daddy money. I’m talking to a social elite. You guys were never ugly but you never used to tap into your full potential. Everyone knew you guys had so much potential since you have 2 pretty parents. Yet it took after highschool, well into college to finally give yourself the proper TLC. Journal, gym and maintenance day on repeat. Made you go from a 5/10 to a 20/10. You guys are daddy’s girl/boy. He will literally do anything for you. When he sees water in your eyes he loses his shit. 

Career, Finance, Social life…

You used to live in a small town and look exactly like your mom. You love your mom a lot and it will always be that way but it became a bit toxic. You felt like if you were to change that your dad may not love you as much. Since he adores your mom and you look like her. That’s why you left to finally listen to the fire inside of you. You dye your blond hair, brown. You got a tattoo and piercings. (You even pierce your tits/tip but you are keeping that one private, hihihi) You change your wardrobe and are acting just like your father. Which was meant to be . When I'm sensing, your parents are giving, Bad boy x Good girl. For a while you try to be cutting perfect but hell nah. Now you're living your truth and nobody can deny your se* appeal. SUCCESS, SUCCESS,SUCCESS is on his way for you. Your dad just gave you an opportunity in the business and you blew his mind. Y’all might be the only boy/girl in a family of girls/boys. That success was more expected coming from them but you outdid them. He might actually reconsider your position in the family business. Because you are naturally business savvy.  The opportunity given to you might allow a serious love offer. Until than enjoy your best life.

SONG: I like him - Princess Nokia

Romance…

10 pentacles, Chariot (reverse)

You have many options. You may have your fav ' ‘’d’’/coochie block rn because they mess up. If you are white, your type is the complete opposite from you (look wise only). You might like them tall, dark skinned and tatted. If you are black, blue eyes, brown hair and handsome/pretty. If you are a women he is the only that d*ck you down properly. If you are a man, she’s the best cooch you ever enter. Go ahead and unblock him/her. Get those blissful moments before school start again. When school starts y’all are completely locked in, and they will mess up again. Before school starts and their next mess up, might as well indulge in it. 

SONG: MY TYPE-SWEATIE

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[magic-hcs]

*digs in pocket and takes out random pieces of candy and a quarter dropping it in your hand*

I'll take the scenario

Syrup confessing to crush during movie night coming right up! I really like how this has turned out!

Warnings: Syrup wishing the ground would swallow him but the ground doesn’t oblige, second hand embarrassment maybe?

Syrup: US Papyrus

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

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Syrup: Ever had the feeling of impending doom just waiting around the corner to strike you down right there where you once stood? Yeah…ain’t that just a mood, heheheh...heh.

Oh man, Syrup is so screwed.

Why, just why. Why? Why him? Why now? Why star forsaken now? Couldn’t it have happened like next week? Or next month? Or better yet, some time into the future when he got his schedule semi free. Or even better, how about never that would be great! But nope! It had to be today - or more accurately yesterday night at 23:57, but hey, who’s counting?

Syrup that’s who.

He drags his hands down his orange flushed face, groaning out loud into his hands. Just his luck, ammi right? How is he going to be able to face you now? Maybe he could call in sick- nah he couldn't risk it, what if you decided to take care of him since Sky is on a little trip.

Say the cat died or something- that will never work, he doesn’t even have a cat.

What if he said he couldn’t make it- how so can’t he make it, the movie is at his house!

Not to forget, who in their right mind cancels movie day just a few hours before said movie day?

Syrup throws the blanket over his head and tugs it down his face as he groans again. He stares at the fabric of his blanket in utter defeat.

Welp. Better get it over with and accept his unavoidable fate while he’s at it. ‘He who fights against fate to avoid it will end up making it a reality’, or however the saying goes. Syrup peeks his head out from underneath his blanket, taking a glance at the clock. 1:00 AM it reads. Eight hours left to get a semi good wink of sleep and to get his emotions in check.

…

Oh, Syrup is so screwed.

***

The moment the doorbell rings Syrup can practically feel his life’s clock start to tick his last living hours. He robotically walks to the door, almost tripping over his own shoes as he wrings his hands. Syrup swallows, feeling his soul jump with nerves as he opens the door. And there you stood.

“Hi Syrup, ready for our movie date?”

And of course Syrup’s reaction is the epitome of chill by gracefully choking on the air he sucked in at the mention of a ‘date’. Having completely forgotten that is what you have always called the movie hangouts the two of you share. Very smooth indeed. “oh, oh! oh yeah, the watching of movies! born ready, yeah.”

Someone, dust him now, please.

By some sort of miracle, you haven’t just turned around and left the disaster that was Syrup to his internal screaming. (Yes, he’s overreacting.)

The rest of the day went okay-ish? Syrup definitely embarrassed himself a few times but it wasn’t anything ‘ground, please suck me up and never spit me out again’ kind of embarrassing, so that’s a win. What wasn’t a win was that Syrup was hyper-aware of your presence near him. Every touch sent electricity through him, every look or smile left him stuttering over his own words. Where was his star’s forsaken poker-face when he needed it for once? In the end, Syrup was at least glad that he couldn’t smell. To put it simply, movie date was going alright.

Until it wasn’t.

He hadn’t meant to, it just crawled out his non-existent throat and tumbled right past his teeth before he could grab it and beat it to silence. You were laughing at how Remi tried to guide Linguine to cook. There were pieces of popcorn in your mouth as that melodious sound leaves past your lips. Syrup had always found laughter a beautiful sound. So full of life, of joy, of subtle stories of one’s life and soul being told in little pieces of tones and volumes.

And yours, oh, yours was Syrup’s absolute favorite to listen to and to see the open-mouthed smile, not caring about being too loud or looking particularly graceful. It’s so natural, so you. And he loves it. Syrup had said it without ever meaning to let it slip past his teeth. You had looked at him, the aftermath of your giggles, smiling. He had meant to tell you that he loves your smile.

“i love you.”

Your eyes had widened. Realization hits him a second too late. His entire face gets enveloped in a deep orange, his freckles disappear among the flushed hue. The movie is still playing in the background, long forgotten as the two of you stare at each other.

and oh, how Syrup wishes to be swallowed by the ground never to be seen again.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.

[0asterous0]

Prologue, Part two.

"What's for breakfast?" - Previous chapter.

Grian sighed heavily. He was not ready for so much enthusiasm this early in the morning, but that’s what it’s like with Ren. He would know, they’ve lived together for 3 years now. And yet, Grian was not gonna lie, that was one of the things about Ren that he loved and appreciated the most. 

“What’s for breakfast?” Grian asked, taking his seat by the table.

He’s taken aback by Ren’s little, almost unnoticeable, shiver. The other smiled, taking the full plate of pancakes and putting it down in the middle of the table. Grian hadn’t even noticed that Ren was tense before his shoulders finally fell back, getting comfortable. Was Ren scared of something? Did he think that Grian would be angry with the whole clock thing? Why would he…

Ah, yes, he’d not been very nice to him this past week, had he? Grian didn’tremember the last time they had fun together. They had been very distant lately.

…

Grian had been very distant lately. 

“I decided on the sweet approach today! It’s Monday, and we will need more energy!” This actually made Grian chuckle slightly. 

“Are you sure about that? I guess I need some energy, but you? Isn’t this energy enough for the day, big guy?” He dropped two large pancakes on his plate and reached for the syrup, while Ren giggled and took a bite while his tail swayed behind him.

“I’m working with kids, Grian, theater kids, you won’t believe how much energy you need around them! It’s better now after we finally finished our Winter play, but with the new semester comes a new play! We haven’t chosen what to do for the end of the year, so the kids are buzzing with excitement!!” 

Grian couldn’t help but smile at that, Ren sure loved talking about his students; my dramatic kids, he called them. He just started working in that exact high school when they first met in a cafe, and even back then he would come around all smiling. He never told him any names (“Teacher thing, sorry!”), but he loved talking about their plays and how some of his students were destined to be stars on the big stage. (“You should have seen the emotions! The acting! The love for the theater! I’m telling you, Grian, all of them will be big names one day!”). Grian hopes that Ren will find the courage one day to get on the stage himself, because if anyone holds love for it, it’s him. Sad how society forces people like them into hiding. He doesn’t need to be the center of attention, but Ren deserves it. 

“Good luck with that, I guess. Don’t let the kids bite, they can be cruel,” Grian said before thinking about it, immediately regretting the choice made. He bit down on his lip and looked up at Ren, hoping that maybe he didn’t notice, or it didn’t affect him much– but noticing a drop of sadness in his eyes, all that hope vanished. 

“Pff, yeah, I would know,” Ren responded with a painfully fake chuckle, his ears trying to hide in his hair. Grian tried to avoid looking at them like he always did when the subject was brought up, but it’s hard to stop your eyes from wandering around. He always hated thinking about that, remembering how people can be cruel, especially to mutants like Ren and Grian himself. People could argue as much as they want, saying that this is not true and they are overreacting, but the mistreatment was always there– and sometimes it was written right on the face.

His roommate was one of the kindest and purest souls Grian has ever met. Looking at him, no one would have guessed that there were people actually disliking– or even worse, hating– him. Always so optimistic, always so helpful. He never understood why some people were so cruel to him, leaving behind scars both physical and emotional; even after so many years, Ren still hides himself and his ears away from the others.

Ren wouldn’t need to hide his ears like that if they weren’t so hideously clipped. 

He shivered.

“I… I should go, I’m opening the cafe alone today, so I need to be there earlier,” he quickly and forcefully pushed the final bite down his throat and turned around to leave, even though he felt like he was going to throw up because of the sudden tension in the room. This always happens. The second Grian starts to spiral into this- this episode, he always dragged Ren down with him; why couldn’t he just… be normal? 

“At least wash your face before leaving!” Ren called out from the kitchen, which stung Grian even harder. He shouldn’t have to be reminded about easy stuff like that, he should be taking care of his hygiene himself, not Ren. He was an adult after all. 

As told, Grian splashed his face with water and brushed his teeth before changing into his pink shirt and black jeans uniform. Soon enough, he was out of the apartment, going down the familiar streets of Boatem. The past four years in this city had been very nice so far. Yes, there were sometimes bizarre things going on around (“I’m sorry, there’s a cult here dedicated to the moon?” “Yeah! They’ve been around for a while.”) and, being one of the biggest Hermittopia cities, it attracted a lot of villain activities too. Still, it was very nice.  

He grabbed his coat before leaving because, sadly, it was still very cold outside with January just rolling out the calendar; and he didn’t regret it, considering that it started raining when he was only ten minutes out the door. As if the day couldn’t get any worse. Thankfully, his coat managed to keep him and his uniform somewhat dry.

He was running down the familiar streets he got used to after moving here. Streets that he could probably navigate blindfolded. He remembered walking down these streets years ago, trying to find every single small alleyway, hole in the walls, the broken fences, checking the heights of the buildings while calculating how long he would need if, someday, he had to drop everything and run. Now, the only thing he was running from was the rain.

He was at Double Hearted in seven minutes, the clock ticking at 8:23 when he unlocked the door to the cafe and went inside. This meant he had exactly 37 minutes for himself before he had to open up the doors for the hungry and completely soaked-in-water customers. Grian always loved being here alone, it was very calming to have a cup of coffee with sweets and just sit near the window in silence, watching the passersby. Sadly, most of his time here he spent working, just preparing drinks for others non-stop. Leaving his coat and personal belongings back in the staff room, he went back to the front and began taking the chairs off the tables to put them down– when suddenly, someone knocked on the door. It made him jump and let out an annoyed sigh. The time of opening was written on the door and it was closed, why can’t people just wait till-

Oh wait, was it time for opening already? Grian looked towards the clock on the wall, hoping that he didn’t miss the opening time when he saw that nope, it wasn’t time yet! 24 minutes left! He still felt sympathy, looking back at the pouring rain outside. He couldn’t see the face of the person because of all the water dripping down the windows and the glass door, but he could see the form of them shivering out in the cold.

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'-.° Masterpost - Next Part °.-'

[logs-of-the-whole]

LOGS OF THE WHOLE

Log 1.5 - Finally Coming Together

"But maybe if we reasoned our rhymes, This dissonance could disappear"

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{ "Mind? What do you need?" } There was no response back before Mind pushed his way in, Sitting himself next to Heart but made no attempt to look in his direction. Mind eyes didn't leave the ground, they didn't show sadness or guilt but more so acceptance.

Soul gently closed the door before making their way back to their chair. None of them spoke, not for a good couple minutes at least, an awkward feeling filling the room as the silence lingered in the air. It was Mind's voice that cut through the silence first, [ "Apologies for pushing in so quickly. " ] He simply stated, with no further attempt at speaking any longer than that, not yet atleast.

{ " It's fine, " } [ " You two can continue talking. " ] { " Well you do know you can say something too - " } Heart spoke up, cutting Soul off once again, ( " You never answered my question Soul, why won't you just tell me how you feel? " )

Mind nodded, in agreement with what Heart had asked, there weren't many times that Mind would agree with his more emotional counterpart but this time, he did. { " Well I- I just.. " } Soul let out a sigh, { "It's just hard to, it's either whatever I say gets extremely overreacted to, or I don't get anything at all ! It just makes it less, nice, I guess I could say.. " }

Guiltiness filled Hearts expression, meanwhile, Minds own stayed more impassive. Heart couldn't help but worry so much. That was what he was made for—he was the emotional side, and that was his job. His logical counterpart still did care for his brothers, a little more than he'd like to admit, but it was just harder for him to show it. Both looked at Soul, nodding after Soul finished talking.

[ " Soul, " ] Mind started, taking a breath before continuing, [ " You do know that we have reasons for why we react the way we do, right? " ] They let out a sigh, of course, they knew, they'd known for so many years that there were reasons, but they just wished there weren't. { " Yes, yes Mind I do. " }

[ " Then why dwell on it so much, why keep your thoughts hidden from us because of things that can't change? " ] They looked down towards the floor as if trying to come up with a reply to Mind's words, but none came. [ " And not one response, not one reason as to why. " ] Heart suddenly stood, looking down at Mind, ( " Mind be easy on them! They don't need a reason, we just need to- we just need to try and help them! " ) The Moon grabbed The Suns arm lightly, surprising Mind with the contact. [ " And how can we help them if they're being so goddamn stubborn, they won't speak of anything because of how we simply react to it. " ] ( " Mind! Just LISTEN! - " ) { " Cut it out you two. " } Soul now stood up from their chair, their voice standing the loudest out of the 3, they walked over towards the other two and then looked them both in the eye once. { " You see this? This is just ANOTHER reason as to why! You both just bicker ALL DAY and never is there a time when peace stays the whole day, It's tiring. }

Heart and Mind sat stunned for a moment, before Heart spoke up again, now sounding a bit guilty, ( " Well, I guess we do fight a lot, and we never do think about what you're feeling about the whole thing.. " ) { " You guess? You guess?? " } Souls temper was quickly rising with every word that was said, but a bit of stress still backed it up, making it easier for the feeling to cling to them. ( " Soul- Soul. " ) He stepped forward and brought them into a hug ( " Soul, all you needed to do was to tell us to stop, why didn't you do that? " ) The Stars sat in The Moon's embrace quietly for a minute, they hadn't felt this in so long, and they hoped they wouldn't lose it. Soul hugged Heart back, their arms tight around him. { " I don't know. I don't know Heart. " } They muttered. [ " You don't know a lot it seems. " ] Mind stood, his focus on the two hugging each other, [ " But I do give credit for letting us be, it would be much worse right now if you didn't let us fight and watched us like some stalker. " ] He joined the hug, wrapping his arms around Heart and Soul. A smile slowly crept onto his face, it had been too long since all 3 had been this close.

{ "Heh.. I guess so, " } Soul chuckled, the hope they had once lost filled their body once again, { " This is nice we.. we should do this more often " }

( "We should. " ) [ " ... " ]

All three siblings sat in the hug for a long time, not once did any pull away. It might not have been, but this was the closest thing they had been to becoming Whole once again, It seemed that peace had finally come to be, and Soul had a feeling that this would stick with them for a long time.

Please interact / Reblog ! Don't have to though.

[writingsbychlo]

I love you and this game sm

Oooh how about phantom 👀

I love YOU!! also, this was gonna be funnier at the time but I was feeling angsty tonight, and I also remembered that I fucking hate pranks/practical jokes, and I wrote it the way I would react tbh. lol. anyways, enjoy y'all

A scream tore from your lips, your heart rate racing up a notch to the point of almost uncomfortable gasping as you clutched at your chest. There it was, again, the flickering of the faelights, the whispering in your ears, the touches that made you spin and spin until you were dizzy. 

You were going insane. 

Or, you had been. But there was only one explanation for it. You’d always been one to believe in the afterlife, that souls were never really gone, only changed. It came with being a healer, you suspected; knowing the energy that flowed through a person, feeling it under your palms. How could you believe it was truly ever just gone?

That had to be what this was. A ghost, a phantom, a spirit. Someone you hadn't been able to save, here to take away your time because you hadn't been able to give any more. Briefly, you wondered who. If you’d know them. If you’d recognise their face and their name, remember what had happened, or whether they were just another face in the endless sea of people you’d failed during the wars.

Your bottom lip wobbled, the lights flickering again as your throat stung and your eyes began to water. Slipping shut for only a second, you resigned yourself to it, found comfort in them, knowing that maybe they weren’t here to hurt you. Surely, they’d have done that by now? Maybe they were just reaching out, tethered to you somehow, having died under your hands, your touch the last they ever felt.

Maybe it wasn’t malicious at all, and you were overreacting. With a steadying breath, you cracked your eyes back open, blinking away tears and turning towards the window, to look out at today’s drizzling grey clouds, and catching sight of your reflection.

And that’s when you saw it. 

The flash of a shadow behind you, barely there, a playful little whisper in the form of a hand, melting away back into the shadows of the floor so fast that had you blinked, you’d have missed it. Had you tried to turn to spot it, it’d have been gone. But you knew that shadow, knew the playful flick of its tail, the fluttery shape, the swirling. 

That was one of your mate’s shadows. Azriel. 

A huff of angry breath left your lips, brows pulling taut as both relief and slight sadness washed over you, a confusing mix of feelings that you weren’t really being haunted but still felt lonely and vulnerable, and he was to blame. 

Your feet were carrying you before you even knew it, tracking him across the House of Wind without even having to touch that bond, just following the deep-bellied laughter of him and Cassian. Any other day, you’d have smiled at that sound found comfort in it and wondered what the joke was. 

Turns out, it was you.

“Asshole!” You yelled as you rounded the corner, seeing the pair sat before the fireplace, and at your yell, their laughter only increased. You picked up the first thing within reach, Azriel’s sketchbook, and hurled it at the back of his chair, letting it clatter to the floor as they both stood up.

“Well, well, well. Look who finally caught on!” Cassian snickered, and Azriel elbowed him, not bothering to stop his own laughter as mirth shone in his eyes, and he didn’t bother hiding his amusement.

“You’re a jerk! You’re both jerks!” You yelled, reaching for another item, blindly picking up a book from Nesta’s pile. Your arm reared back, both males’ wings flexing as they prepared for your blow, but it was never allowed. Instead, the book was snatched from your hand, and Nesta tutted, placing it back on the pile neatly. 

“Why are you throwing my books at our mates, and why are you yelling?”

“Because they’re assholes!” Your chest heaved, brows pulling tighter again, and while Azriel’s laughter finally began to settle as he walked over to you, only chuckling now, Cassian was only increasing. He had his head between his knees, bent in half with laughter that shook his whole body. “They’ve been driving me to the brink of insanity for fun!”

“It was a practical joke, and a fucking hilarious one! It's not our fault you’re gullible as fuck!” He defended himself, and Azriel cooed, reaching out to place his hands on your hips, and you were quick to bat them away. That only seemed to amuse him more. 

“Aww, c’mon, baby. It was funny!”

“It was not!” You seethed, turning to glare at him, hoping the wobble in your lip didn’t show. He only pouted at you, clearly still believing your reaction to be an over-exaggeration. 

“What exactly did they do?” Nesta pressed.

“We… we…” Cassian wheezed between words, slapping at his knees again, and you crossed your arms over your chest. Azriel dipped down, lips puckering to press a kiss to your head, and you swerved away from him, eyes narrowing on him as he grinned playfully. “We made her think there was a ghost!”

He burst out laughing all over again, Nesta’s gaze flicking from her mate, to yours, who only shrugged and chuckled some more. Finally, her gaze settled on you, eyes narrowing slightly. Lifting a hand, she settled it on your arm, her lips pursing a little. “You mean, the healer, who openly believes in the afterlife and the continuation of one’s soul, you made her believe that a spirit was coming to get her?”

You offered Nesta a tentative smile, heart-rate finally calming down. At least one person got it. Cassian didn’t, he braced himself on the back of his chair as his knees shook from laughing. 

“You’re truly upset about this?” Azriel finally said, a tilt of a smile on his lips, but his brows pulled in a little bit. 

Nesta scoffed.

“I thought—” The words froze in your throat, you felt vulnerable saying them out loud now, especially with the pitying way Nesta was looking at you, and the way Cassian was still laughing. 

“Cassian!” Nesta snapped, his laughter quickly falling short at the tone of his mate’s voice, but it didn’t mean you couldn't still see it in his eyes. You’d have to do something about that.

“You thought…” Azriel pressed, finally being allowed to touch you as he settled a hand on your arm, swiping his thumb comfortingly, at last realising that perhaps he’d fucked up a little bit. You get it, it was a joke. Perhaps, just not a joke very well thought through for someone of your beliefs. For Rhys, it would likely have been hilarious.

“I thought,” You growled, eyes finding Cassian as you pulled your arm back. “That maybe it was the thing at the bottom of the library, that perhaps it had gotten out again.”

Your hissed threat was enough to make the last humour in the war lord’s eyes sputter out, widening in shock instead. “That’s not funny! Did you really think that? Do you think that can happen?”

“Oh, she doesn’t just think it. It’s only a matter of time.” Nesta clicked her tongue, Cassian paling a little further, and she crossed her own arms. “We lost another floor in the library last month. It’s growing, louder now too. Sometimes, we can tell it’s angry, and we don’t go on any of the floors above it. It’s climbing out again.”

“That’s not funny, Nes, are you serious? We have to get out.”

Your eyes rolled, but you felt a little better. At least you had gotten your revenge on Cassian.

Azriel, however, was going to have to stew in it for a little bit. He leaned down, moving slowly to leave a kiss on your cheek, and when you pulled away once more, he whined, hands shooting out to catch you, and failing miserably as you evaded him. “Nuh-uh, Az. You made this bed, now sleep in it. Or, better, the couch. You and your right hand can have fun out here for a while. I’ve got my phantoms to keep me company now, obviously.”

“My love…”

“Let’s go, Nes!”

[bloggingboutburgers]

Saw the Vent art and I felt it in my soul.

I haven't seen anyone put it into words before and it hurt a bit but it was healing to see it visualized and to see evidence that I'm not the only one who struggles with this. Though this also makes me think that I could add tags to my works that tell whether or not a piece is Safe for Romance/Sex Repulsed people.

Thank you for being so open and honest about fandom experiences! 🩵

Thank YOU for listening to them open-mindedly and responding positively tbh!

Truth is, I've really really not been doing well lately because of stuff like that, so I needed to draw vent art to express stuff, but... Also in a way to kinda test my feelings out, because truth be told, when I posted this, I pretty much thought there was a high chance I was gonna be burned at the stake. Everyone's told me so much for so long that it's all in my head that I had no idea if I had any validity in feeling this way, or if I was gonna be told I was overreacting again.

But I'm glad I went for it anyway, because even though the people I wanted to see this (so maybe they could understand, because I'm pathetic like that) might not necessarily have, this seems to have open a way for a fair amount of people to be sad and angry together with me, and... Yeah like you said, it hurt but it was healing.

We don't know each other that much, me and you guys, and we can't exactly replace for each other those feelings of community we keep missing out on, but... Y'know, for what it's worth, thanks for being sad and pissed with me

Made me feel just a little bit less nuts, so yeah it helped

[convexicalcrow]

False didn't want to know. She'd heard, of course, about the skulk. About Cub. About the skulk spreading all over his base. It brought back memories she didn't want to think about. Not- not memories about, well. Well, okay, maybe memories about Cub spreading skulk all over the place, but also - more so - well. Her, really. Her sister. Sister? God, she wasn't really sure what she was anymore.

But that was two worlds away, right? She was- she would be fine. Away from her.

-

In spite of herself, she went to Cub's base and perched high on the mountainside, looking at how far the skulk had spread. It was- horrifying, really. And no one was really stopping it, or feeling concerned about this. Was False the only one worried? Was she just overreacting? Yes, of course she was.

But-

-

Gingerly, she flew down closer, seeing the straight roads and the blue fire and the deathly silence the skulk brought, even when this wasn't the right biome. It just ate sound completely. Even the fires sounded soft, muted, as if they were actually fifty blocks away. It was weird. Especially given the building styles Cub had used for the rest of his base. Sure, you could argue that the dark skulk made the bright colours all the more vivid, but there wasn't any hint of a coherent style anywhere.

It just felt-

-

She left, of course. She didn't like how it felt, being so close to the skulk. She got back to her base, focused on the circles, the dark oak, just the-

She had to pause as she caught her reflection in the water, and saw- her. It startled her so much she threw her sword into the water, breaking the reflection. No. No, she wasn't- she can't be. Right?

-

The water felt- odd. Her briefcase felt weird. Oddly heavier than usual. A new river had appeared, perhaps? Maybe that was it. Yeah. Maybe she didn't see someone else's hands as she cut down more dark oak, placed down more copper, set the portal tower on fire as if some great calamity had-

-

The fire was what triggered it all. She fled into her starter house, hiding under the blankets like a frightened child. No. Nononono. Fire danced in her mind. She had thought she'd repressed all those. Blasted them out of her mind the same way she'd done to-

But all she could smell was burning. Hear explosions. See the carnage left behind in the wreckage of her tower. Underneath her base. All the people who'd died because of her. It was- no, she was responsible, she killed those people!

And yet, when she stared at her own hands, they dripped with blood. After all, who locked her in there in the first place?

-

False returned to the skulk. Sat on the edge. Reached out to touch it a little, feel the sticky veins clinging to her skin, as if hungry to devour her soul. She wasn't sure it would be any good for it, but perhaps that was beside the point.

-

"Hey False, you okay?"

She looked up to see Cub landing before her. She shrugged. "Oh, you know." She gestured helplessly.

"It's not the skulk is it? Bringing it all back, hey?" Cub said.

She shook her head. "No, no, not- well. Sort of. You know. Just- wasn't expecting all the skulk, that's all."

"Yeah, it is maybe an odd choice, but I dunno, I think it looks better than the grass here, don't you think?" Cub said, coming to sit beside her.

"Yeah, I guess so. Makes the colours pop, that kind of thing," she said.

"Yeah! You see it!" Cub said. "It makes them so bright, I love it!"

-

"Hey, Cub, do you ever think about the crossover? And what happened there?" False said, staring at the ground.

"Every now and then, sure. They were good times, good times," Cub said.

"Even though I saved you from the skulk?"

Cub shrugged. "I mde my peace with it. What about you, though? I heard there was some kind of imposter over there? Another False?"

False brought her knees up to her chest. She frowned. "It's complicated."

"Oh, was Scar right when he said it was a clone or something?"

"I mean..."

-

"Was it Area 77? Or before that?" Cub asked.

"I don't think I even remember anymore. But probably. I-I didn't mean to, like. She-she was just meant to be like-"

Cub rubbed her back softly. They were sitting on his bed in his starter house now, having needed to retreat from the night. False leaned against him, reaching for his hand. Cub linked their fingers together.

"I dunno why I find it so hard to talk to anyone other than you about this. It's not like you even really understand, but- I dunno. You were there, I guess. You saw what was going on there. You know. You get it," she said. "You know what it's like to be kept in the dark."

"Hm, maybe."

She was right back in Falsewell then. Cub - well, he looked different back then, but his energy had never changed. The two of them standing by the motel, trying to catch a glance of anything inside Area 77. Wondering.

-

She'd started crying as the fire returned. Cub offered to help. Maybe she held his hand tight as he used some of those Vex powers to make her forget. Maybe it didn't quite work, but maybe it was enough to dampen the flames.

She'd do it again, of course. If she ever came back, if she ever found her here, she'd do the same again. She had to. She was too dangerous.

There was no way she could get here, of course, there was no Grumbot, no Rift, no way to connect to that world, but-

-

"She's probably so lonely, isn't she? Stuck there on her own?" she murmured into the darkness. Cub's body was a heater that she needed right now.

"Maybe, maybe. You'd still leave her there, wouldn't you?"

She nodded.

"Well, there you go."

[reasonsmandy]

You're the most beautiful flower

Daisy Jones x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — i really liked the prompt list for requests so maybe something angsty with 8 and 31?

✧.* summary — You never had a passion for working at bar you worked, but when you met Daisy Jones, she made all your shifts worthwhile.

✧.* warnings — Mention of anxiety and trauma.

✧.* word count — 2.6k

✧.* 🎙️ — Daisy's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — my first time writing for Daisy and I just fell in love... Hope you enjoy it 🫶🏾

Your job wasn't the most pleasant, and honestly you were there just to save enough money to continue following your plans in the city of LA. Dealing with drunks late into the night wasn't easy, but you had to keep up so that's where you spent most of your nights.

The bar was dimly lit, with a distinct smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke that lingered in the air. You could hear the sound of glasses clinking and the faint hum of the jukebox in the background, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter or shouting. You had been working the late shift for hours, and your feet were sore from standing on them all night. You leaned on one hand on the counter, blinking for a long time, trying your best to keep yourself awake. Most of your colleagues had already left and finished their work, now you were waiting alone for some living soul to show up.

The bell above the bar door makes you wake up from your nap, a woman with red hair enters the place, capturing your attention. You had never seen such a beautiful woman, she smiles when she notices you at the counter and you smile back at her. She approaches you without taking that smile off her face, when she gets closer you can see those green eyes better and when you receive that deep look on you, butterflies in your stomach grow.

"Hey there," she says, her voice low and husky. "Mind if I sit here for a bit?"

You shake your head, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness. This woman was different from anyone you had ever met before, and you couldn't help but be drawn to her.

She leans against the counter and pulls a cigarette pack out of her pocket, offering it to you. "Want one?"

You hesitate for a moment, then shake your head again. "Can't do that working."

She shrugs and brings one of the cigarettes to her mouth, lighting it. "Fair enough. I'm Daisy, by the way. Nice to meet you."

"Y/N" you say, your heart beating a little faster as you take in her striking features. You couldn't help but feel a little starstruck - this woman seemed like she was from another world.

…

There were a few hours left for you to open, so you needed to organize the bar so that it was perfect until that moment. The place was illuminated by the rays of sunlight that remained in the sky, these rays directly illuminated the stage where Daisy was lying with her notebook, the sunlight made her look more beautiful, and you didn't even know that was possible.

Daisy felt that she needed to impress Teddy Price anyway, she spent days and nights writing several different lyrics but nothing ever pleased her. Again she crumples up another sheet of paper, frustrated she throws it on the floor huffing, making you laugh.

"You find it funny, uh?" Daisy rolls her eyes with a smile on her face. "It's frustrating, Y/N I can't write anything decent!"

"I'm sure you're overreacting, your lyrics are great." You approach her, taking a seat next to her.

Daisy follows you with her eyes, lying in your lap when you sit down, still looking upset about her writer's block.

"Alright alright, let me see it." You extend your hand, asking permission to take the notebook.

Daisy looks anxious, as if giving you this notebook makes her extremely vulnerable. You take note of her unease and try to reassure her.

"Hey, it's okay," you say gently. "I won't judge you or anything. You can trust me."

You shifted your gaze between the letters in front of you and the woman's face. Watching you with her most valuable object the redhead felt fear, flashbacks of such bad times where she was constantly invalidated sinking her like a tsunami, restless she sits biting her fingernails nervously waiting for your words.

No matter how hard she tried to pretend that she didn't care, that she was indifferent to anyone's opinion, she always looked for that validation, that feeling of finally having done something deserving of recognition.

"So?" Daisy kept moving her hands, tapping her pencil against the stage floor. "Damn Y/N, speak up!"

You look up from the notebook and see that Daisy is practically trembling with anticipation. You can see how much this means to her, how much she craves validation.

"This is amazing," you say, smiling warmly at her. "Truly. You're an incredible writer, Daisy. You should be proud of yourself."

As you speak, you see Daisy's anxiety start to melt away. She looks relieved, grateful, and a little bit amazed.

"Really?" she whispers, looking almost stunned.

"Really," you say firmly. "I'm not just saying that. Your talent is undeniable."

Now that you observed her better, perfectly analyzing every detail of her face you could see that your words had an impact on her, her eyes filled with tears and some even escaped her eyes.

"Hey princess, why are you crying?" You can't help the instinct to take her hands in yours.

"Nothing is that..." She quickly wipes her tears away with her right hand, keeping the other in yours. "I'm not used to that."

She held your hands again, she didn't need to say much, you knew perfectly what it was like not to be understood, and she finally after so long felt safe around someone. She takes her gaze down to your clasped hands, smiling at your touch.

"You're amazing." You reaffirm.

As you hold Daisy's hands and tell her how amazing she is, you can feel a shift in the air between you. There's a tension there, a connection that you can't quite put your finger on.

Suddenly, without warning, Daisy leans forward and presses her lips to yours. It's a soft, gentle kiss, but it's filled with a raw emotion that you can't ignore. For a moment, you're frozen, unsure of how to react.

"Daisy..." you say softly, unsure of what to say next.

"I'm sorry," she says quickly, her cheeks flushing pink. "I shouldn't have done that. I just...I don't know what came over me."

"It's okay," you say gently, reaching out to take her hand. "It's okay. You don't have to apologize."

Daisy looks relieved at your words, but there's still a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.

"I'm just...I'm not sure what I'm feeling," she admits, looking down at her lap. "I've never felt this way before."

"That's okay," you say, your heart going out to her. "It's okay to feel unsure. And it's okay to take things slow. We can figure this out together."

Daisy nods, her eyes meeting yours again.

"Thank you," she whispers. "Thank you for being understanding."

"Always," you say, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Always."

You are dispersed from your conversation by the sound of the bell above the door, you both drop each other's hands in fright, taking your gaze to the door. You turn to Daisy and wink, getting up to attend to the customer, she smiles back at you, opening her notebook once again to try one more time. If her lyrics had made that smile appear on your face, she would make the best song in the whole fucking world just to see it again.

…

Since that kiss happened you can't get it out of your mind, all you could think about was Daisy, and when you weren't thinking about her you were thinking about her talented voice, or the way her eyes sparkled every time she had a new idea for lyrics, you couldn't stop thinking how I felt to be by her side the way you felt complete having her hands on yours. The Way she made you feel complete.

And with that the thought of having her away came, since the kiss she had been distant, she almost never came to the bar and when she did she was completely high. You knew how it was to be confused like that, you've been there before, but although you knew that she needed her time you felt so frustrated.

You cleaned the bar tables for the second time, trying to occupy your head and not think about her again, but it wasn't working… everything you looked at reminded you of her, the stage, the chairs, the drinks. That was her safe haven with you, being there together had become a routine and one you missed now that she didn't show up anymore.

You felt like you were in the dark. Not hearing from her for so long was torturous. You had tried looking for her at the apartment, but she weren't living there anymore. You couldn't help but think that she didn't care. It was a feeling you knew all too well, but it didn't make it any easier to bear.

The dialogues on your mind are interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing in the place, you went towards the device. You answer the establishment's phone as you always do, holding it so you don't yawn from tiredness.

"Miss Daisy Jones gave us that number." The voice on the other end of the line says, making you feel butterflies in your stomach hearing that name. "She is in jail and needs someone to come get her, she gave us the name of a woman called Y/N. Is this the right number?"

"Fucking hell Daisy…" You whisper, soon asking for the address of the place to meet her.

…

You told your boss that due to an emergency you needed to leave early, he said you would have to make up that time tomorrow. And even though you hated having to pay hours, the only thing that crossed your mind was what the fuck had happened to Daisy.

You run towards the police station and after some time solving what was necessary you can see her. She looked a mess, and it squeezed your heart, she had a band around her wrist that made you frown in question.

Daisy leaves the cell with tears in her eyes, you knew it was time to be there to help your flower. Immediately you hug her, missing having her around, feeling her touch.

She doesn't say anything right away, just escorts you out to your car, as soon as you're both inside she can't hold back her tears and breaks down. You turn to her, pulling her close to you, stroking her hair as she lets it all out.

"It's okay pretty girl, it's okay." You whisper, kissing the top of her head.

Once she's calmed down, you take her face in your hands.

"What's going on?" you ask worriedly. "You disappeared…"

Daisy shifts her gaze forward, and you let her shrug off your touch. You feel a tightness in your chest. Seeing someone you love so much in this condition breaks your heart.

"I'm trying to understand…" you let out with a sigh.

"I'm a mess Y/N" Daisy says after a long time. "And I don't want to bring you into my mess, you know?"

You turn to her with concern in your eyes, letting her know you were there to listen. She looked so exhausted, like she was dealing with a whirlwind of things at once.

"Ever since that happened I can't stop thinking about you." She confesses, and your heart misses a beat. "And I tried, I swear I tried to forget it all in every possible way. But how could I ever really let go of you? You're the most addictive drug I've ever tasted, And look, I have experience a lot."

You can't contain your laughter at her joke, she laughs along with you still looking at the horizon.

"I'm sorry for disappearing, I don't know how to deal with my feelings." She seemed to be having a lot of trouble opening up to you. "I just know that I can't get you out of my head, and I have no idea how to deal with this, this has never happened to me before… And I really care about you Y/N, I'm so afraid of fucking this up"

She finally takes the courage to look into your eyes, she smiles, and fuck... How you missed seeing that smile, involuntarily you smile back at her.

"Daisy…" You say tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I haven't stopped thinking about you for a second, and I understand your fears, I feel them too. I tried to pretend that your absence doesn't affect me, that I didn't miss you every day, that I didn't feel a tightness in my chest when I saw the hours passing by and you didn't walk through the door of that shitty bar, but I couldn't... I can't pretend that I'm not in love with you, so, I hope you know I won't give up on you."

After some time, Daisy wipes her tears and looks at you with a shy smile.

"Can we get away for the weekend?" she asks. "I need to clear my head, and I want to catch up with you."

You nod without hesitation, feeling a surge of excitement and anticipation. You don't know where you're going or what you're going to do, but you trust Daisy completely, and you know it will be an adventure.

The next day, you hit the road with a backpack and the radio played all the hit songs. The wind in your hair, the sun on your face, and the promise of freedom and fun ahead of you make you feel alive like never before.

As you drive, Daisy tells you about her life now with The Six, how she's been writing songs like never before and how excited she is to go on tour. You listen with awe and admiration, marveling at her talent and resilience. She also updates you on the other band members, how they're doing, and telling you how each one of them are.

"I miss them actually," she admits. "But I can't go back, not now. I need to clear my head, be alone with you, if that makes any sense." She laughs, and you hold her hand.

You nod in agreement, feeling a pang of empathy and pride. You know how hard it is to follow your dreams, especially when they take you away from the people you love.

When you reach your destination, a cozy cabin in the woods, you're greeted by a breathtaking view of the mountains and the lake. You and Daisy unpack, make a fire, and cook some simple but delicious food. You talk, laugh, and dance to the music, feeling carefree and happy.

As the night falls, you lie down on a blanket outside, watching the stars and the moon. Daisy snuggles close to you, resting her head on your shoulder. You wrap your arm around her, feeling her warmth and softness. You don't say anything, but you don't need to. The silence is filled with the sound of your breathing, the beating of your hearts, and the rustling of the leaves.

This is what it means to be alive, you think. To be with someone you love, to feel the beauty of nature, to be free from the worries and pressures of the world.

You turn to Daisy calling her attention to you, she takes your face between her hands and kisses you, a calm, slow and gentle kiss that carries the love that between you only grew. You rest your forehead on hers, still keeping your eyes closed, feeling every sensation that this woman gave you, afraid that this paradise will slip out of your hands.

"You're the most beautiful flower." You say smiling, kissing her again.

Daisy smiled between the kiss, feeling butterflies dance in her stomach, finally being with the one she loved was the best feeling in the world.

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Pretty demon

summary: what happens when a demon accidentally manages to mess up her paperwork,get summoned by her human, and ends up falling for the said human?

or

you manage to summon a pretty demon through a doodle during chemistry lecture but she's too noisy and all you want to do is sleep.

warnings: not proofread, mention of hell, demon!Irene, mention of torture, etc.

we've all heard stories of demons and how they wreck havoc and terrorise poor people but are these stories actually true?

Irene begs to differ. she wishes being a demon was as fun and easy as these "stories" made it out to be.

while puny humans are busy making rumors about demons Irene, an actual demon, has to sit in her office the whole day filling paperwork and showing the new souls around the pit of hell.

it's so irritating listening to newcomers cry and whine about not wanting to be tortured. well, good for them cause the only torture they'll be receiving is sweeping the floors till they get a promotion to do some higher level of work.

he'll, just like earth, has a hierarchy when it comes to jobs. the newcomers are assigned jobs like cleaning and sweeping.

once promoted the newcomer then becomes a guide demon. now their job is to help newcomers settle in and make sure the cleaners are doing their work properly.

next comes the worker demons, they are the ones who do minor paperwork regarding the life cycle of their assigned humans and make sure the human doesn't die before their time.

on the top of this hierarchy, are the... well... demons. yeah, their unit doesn't really have any cool name. they are just there to do paperwork and loads of paperwork to make sure the earth and hell are in balance and their human is well.

fortunately, they don't have to visit the earth to check on their human. unfortunately, a little hitch in the paperwork and they could end up being stuck with their human.

the latter wasn't actually a thing until one fateful day a sleep deprived demon, running on caffeine, managed to mess up and ended up getting summoned by their human.

three guesses who the demon was? it was our dear Irene of course! little pookie managed to get summoned by a girl who was just aimlessly drawing weird stars during her chemistry lecture.

Irene couldn't help but scowl at the girl who was slouching in her seat while peacefully doodling. she wanted to kill the human right then and there but an accidental death of her human would just result in more paperwork for her.

so begrudgingly, Irene waited for the lecture to end to finally approach the human, partly because she didn't want to disturb and partly because she found the doodles interesting and wanted to see more.

it seemed like the universe wasn't on Irene's side today because as soon as the lecture ended, her human just got up and left, not even noticing the demon hovering over her.

usually you would never catch Irene doubting herself but when her human didn't even glance her way she couldn't help but whine and throw a tantrum.

she sneakily followed her human back to her home with a sad pout and a few occasional whines as her human was yet to notice her presence.

it wasn't until Irene shouted out of frustration the her human finally took in her presence. Irene expected the human to be scared or maybe overreact but to her utter shock, her human reacted the opposite way.

"can you shut up please? look, you're pretty and all but I'm really tired and could really use some sleep right now. give me three hours and then you can whine and shout all you want. keep yourself entertained till then, okay?"

Irene could just nod to her human's words as she obediently sat down on the couch, arms folded on her lap, and watched her human enter a room and shut the door behind her.

Irene huffed, realizing how she had to somehow spend three hours without her human. she laid down on the couch and made herself comfortable.

she couldn't help but think back to the one sided conversation that just took place. her thoughts were all about how her human had called her pretty and that made her face turn into a tomato.

she squealed into a pillow, kicked her feet and curled her toes at the thought of her human calling her a pretty demon. it was so unlike her to act like this but she couldn't help it.

Irene wasn't sure why her heart was beating so fast or why her face was hot, or why her insides felt like they were on fire. but she did know that this new feeling wasn't enjoyable in the least.