#toasty x mc

[sunny-arts-blog]

A birthday gift for @sounomnom!! <333

[choocokookie]

OH SHIT THE BRAZILIAN FANDOM EXISTS!!! ummm how about... what it's like for the bloomic LIs to like someone who is... quite a bit shorter than them (about 1.50m). it can be sweet or nsfw, whichever you feel like!

Haha, yes, we exist! It is quite a small fandom, however, it is delightful to be around. Well, I really liked writing this piece... but I couldn't come with anything NSFW that was interesting to post at the blog. So, I will keep this one 100% SFW. Hope you still liking and thanks for the support <3

cw: gender neutral reader

Nightowl isn’t the tallest man alive, however, whenever he is near you it is impossible to not see his grin growing wider and wider at his lips. What can he do? You are just so adorable near him, he deeply adores to involve your delicate body with his arms and rest his chin over your head.

Teasing you is one of his favorite hobbies… After all, seeing your puffed cheeks and angry expression is too much for his heart, who warms up whenever he is able to rip out from you this kind of behavior. But don’t worry, he will never go too far… he may be a teaser, but he is not a cruel man. He just loves to provoke you, to watch you being slightly mad with him.

However, right after those moments of the man being quite mean, he will compensate you with comfortable cuddles. Owl will bring your body closer to his, so close in a point both heartbeats seem to be linked. As he rests his chin over your head, you know plenty well that it is impossible to escape from his embrace at this point… but it is ok. You know it is just his way to share his love with you, and honestly, you absolutely adore it.

Quest figure is so different from yours on an almost comic level. His tall and strong body is the complete opposite of yours, who is small and delicate… Whenever you two go out in public, it is impossible to not attract the attention from curious people. Saying that those people don't bother the man would be a lie, however, having you by his side can make all this situation way better.

The brunette is so kind with you… just like he is afraid of breaking your figure. As he holds you against his body, you can notice quite well how gentle he is trying to be with you, how much this gigantic man loves you to the point that he is scared of somehow harming you. And oh dear, it is so adorable. Your lips cross all his face, spreading sweet kisses all over it as you openly say how much you love him with all your heart.

Cuddling with him is such a good feeling… you feel so small in his grip, so protected. It is just like nothing could ever touch you again and somehow cause you any kind of harm. He is just like a big and comfortable bear, who is there to give you the affection you just crave so much.

It is almost impossible to not feel small around Toasty. A naturally tall person like them would already make anyone feel just so short, however, you are a very special case… Whenever they need to talk with you, you can notice their figure slowly curving itself until the point they are finally able to properly speak with you.

Kissing him is always a hard task, so, whenever you two want to share this sweet affectionate moment, you need to get on the tip of your toes… and it is just so cute. He never thought much about the height difference of his partners before, however, seeing you trying your best to be able to feel his warm lips against yours is something that can bring quite a cozy feeling to his heart.

Whenever you two are changing innocent touches with each other, laying over the soft bed, you can feel their chin kindly resting over your head - just like Nightowl does. In their embrace, you can realize how skinny your boyfriend is… even tho, you just love to feel so close to them at this point. You feel so small and loved by your lover.

If you taught Nightowl was a teaser, it is because you haven’t heard what Xyx enjoys making with you. At any chance he gets, he grabs an item and places it on a topper shelf, holds it right above you and intentionally avoids your kisses raising just a little bit his head. It is so adorable to see you all mad and embarrassed, doll… one of his favorite pastimes when you are around.

Don’t tho, he is more than ok to after such moments of teasing finally rewarding you with the affection you crave so much. He gently presses his lips over your neck, as he asks for you to forgive this poor man… And being completely honest with you: it is not like you can stay mad with him for such a long time. You love this man and the charm he carries with his personality… he is just so delightful.

When you come back to home, tired from your exhausting work, who seems to steal little by little your soul, you just wanna throw yourself in his hugs - and Xyx doesn’t mind even a bit with it. He firmly holds you, like he is afraid of you running away from your touch… but he isn’t rude or anything like that. The way he hugs you shows love and affection… an affection that makes his heart at least a little bit warmer.

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

Torrid (Geo x My/Any MC/Reader) (Part 2/2)

TO ALL THE MANDIVIDUALS AND TO THE ANONS FROM ALL THE PLANES, I GIFT YOU THE SECOND PART OF THIS GEO x MC ONESHOT.

A/N: So, I know this was meant to be out a week ago and I am SO SORRY TO EVERYONE! I have health issues.

This is an original work, made and thought up entirely by me.

PART 1 LINK: Gelid (Part 1)

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Torrid: very hot and dry.

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Your eyes ached; the darkness of their lids shielding you from the dim lights that threatened to shine past its pitch darkness, morphing the dark shrouds into muted cacophonies of flame-oranges and honey-yellows.

“Hnn…”

You wonder, briefly, if you’re even still alive. The torrid birching of summer had cooked your flesh, fried your mind-circuits and seared your soul…but this didn’t feel like summer.

Your body feels toasty, as if a warm spring breeze was gently caressing its balmy palms over your unmoving form. Gently soothing and healing the harsh burns that summer’s scorching ornery had devastated upon you.

You notice, in your comatose state, that the light has started to grow more radiant, more luminous, more intense; as if a match had been struck inside the gloom and murk of your consciousness, illuminating the umbra in chandeliers of twinkling lights.

You felt yourself gradually commencing the tedious process of reaching the gates of hypnopompia, whilst somewhere far away, a faint beep started piecemealing its way into your mind. Its annoying chiming reverberates in your skull.

Beep…Beep…Beep…

You feel a wave of irritation slash through the numbing murk, shattering the calm into sharp, serrated shards; their whetted edges piercing and dragging their points into the fogged veils of your somnolent state.

If you weren’t waking earlier, you are now.

But your eyelids felt so heavy, so leaden. How could you possibly slip out of your subconsciousness’ anteroom if your body wouldn’t abide by your minds’ commands?

The beeping was becoming more domineering over the murked blur of the quiet noises that encircled your head. 

What in the absolute fuck is that shit?

…am I dead? That’d make a lot of sense actually.

The noise began to pulse in your ears, slowly punching your brain-fogged mind into a state of configuration. 

You should open your eyes, lift the accursed flesh-lids that curtained them and let the radiance of the world puncture your pupils and blind you.

Aight…MC…you got this girlypop…you got this.

1…2…wait. Nah, that’s fucking stupid. Whoever actually gets up when they count to three is too self-controlled. 

What motivates you. That is the query. 

Geo…? Geo would whoop my ass for sleeping in.

God he’s fucking awesome.

You hiss, before gingerly opening your weaker eye.

Then you immediately shut it, because, well, your pupils are so used to the shadows that the overhead flare-bright lights have probably blinded them. You wince, a scalding pain begins its fervid assault on your eye socket. 

Owie.

You think you swallow. Your throat distinctly — and painfully — aches from the force. 

You faintly grimace.

As your cerebrum continues its reboot, your physicality and its wounds become more obvious to you. What once was benumbed progressively became blisteringly arid, parching your skin and clawing at the dried walls of your esophagus.

You think you hear a voice; a heavenly harmony that continues to cautiously pry you from the darkness. A siren, come to guide you towards her island, towards your doom.

But…waking up wouldn’t be your doom, right? 

Well. It would be if I happened to be in some psychotic lunatic’s basement. That’d suck.

Either way, you had to assert dominance over your stubborn body. 

Okay. Baby steps…baby steps.

You agonisingly slowly begin to open your eyes, aiming to at least squint. Any sign that you were alive was good, especially if you get to hear that beautiful voice again.

Your eyelids pried open a crack, the dazzle of the overhead whites and yellows immediately abusing its power over your weakened eyes.

No…c’mon MC. You’ve got this.

Fortunately, eventually, your eyes began adjusting.

Marvellous. Now…gotta sit up.

You tried to move your arms, testing whether moving them was even a possibility in your current state. You move your focus to your hands, making attempts to flex them or to inch your fingers around, to get a feel for your surroundings.

As soon as your hand left your side, it felt horrifically cold, as if some wraith had exsanguinated all the warmth from your soul and left your body a frore husk. You shamefully retract it into the comfortable cocoon of…blankets?

Oh my god…blankets! I love blankets. Blankets are wonderful.

You felt a surge of joy fill your heart, its unnervingly swift pounding now serving as a steady background drumbeat to the endless, unbounding bliss that you now felt. Alas, the realisation that you needed to alert someone of your consciousness quickly became the priority in your mind.

You also just happened to acknowledge you didn’t have a clue where you fucking were.

You draw in a deep  gasp, a thinly veiled storm of frustration suddenly onslaughting your mind, pelting your brain with orders to fucking do something. 

“H-. Hell…Hello…?”

Your voice comes out faint and rasped, as if your voice box had rusted to near-irreparability and your tongue had been encased in lead.

“Oh?! Oh my goodness!”

Your ears perk up.

It’s that voice…the pretty one.

The silhouette of a woman comes into view, her head blotting out the ceiling lights and leaving her face anonymous under the shroud of darkness.

“Oh my…I’ll alert the doctor, please relax for now!”

              .  .  .

The next few hours passed by in a blur of boring examinations, excessive interviews with some wacko journalists — who were curious about why the famous, privileged, alleged ‘sex-fiend’ Geo Oogami was seen with you in his car (you were so discombobulated with their choice of nickname that water spouted out your nose like it was a fountain).

Now here you lay, stultified, annoyed and exhausted. The emotional toll it had taken to recall why you decided to lie out in a hailstorm was…immense. You cried multiple times in front of the nurses and doctors, who were demanding every piece of information that they deemed necessary for healing you. Also the consistent beeping of the nearby heart rate monitor was pissing you off, but you understood its pricelessness.

As expected, you had hypothermia, and would have to remain here for at least a week under supervision to ensure your organs and bodily tissues hadn’t suffered any long-lasting or permanent complications.

You were thankfully allowed to read books after about a day, so now at least your crippling, (and very lethal) boredom had a temporary fix.

“MC?”

The angelic voice called out again. The woman – Timea was her name, if you recall correctly — stood in the doorway, before swiftly entering and checking your vitals. After deeming your current state as satisfactory, she turns to you.

“I hear you have a visitor.”

You blinked. You? A visitor? Who the fuck would visit you?

What the shit?

You sit up, the sheets rustling under your weight as you turn to look at the doorway.

And from the unseen depths of the corridor, painted in gilded light, a wild Geo Oogami emerged, his icy turquoise eyes staring right into yours.

You swear you forgot how to breathe.

May God Himself preserve you because if this hypothermia doesn’t kill you, the asphyxiation will. Frankly, you don’t exactly care, you’re too busy gazing upon the angelic, elegant face that belongs to the man who sits at your side. 

“...Why.”

His voice was like a gong, short and straight-to-the-point; yet so firm and demanding that it left you stunned.

His eyes were filled with a thousand shards of broken glass, each one having once belonged to a mosaic birthed of the stars themselves. Maybe the mosaic was like his heart, cold and sharply-edged, yet so beautiful you couldn’t help but look at it with love.

Wouldn’t that mean his heart is shattered though?

“Why what?” Your query seems to have stilled the air, stilled the molecules in the entire room. Geo looked like he’d been frozen in time, before his face turned bitterly ornery.

“Why the fuck did I find you sitting practically naked in the middle of a storm, then have to watch as you die in my car, then have to pay over 10 grand in fines for speeding you to this bloody hospital?”

His voice was far more hiemal and frosty than whatever you’d felt during that storm. It was as if 0° Kelvin itself had been personified, given a permafrozen heart and the voice of a cold wind-whip. You shiver slightly, but how could you not? Like before, you were now in the direct vicinity of the princeling of winter himself. A very unhappy one, at that. 

It was never a good idea to provoke or challenge the wintry wrath of Geo Oogami. Unfortunately, you weren’t exactly the wisest person to have ever lived; a hot burst of annoyance flashed before your eyes, splattering your peripherals in a thousand shades of crimson and scarlet.

“I had my reasons. There’s nothing you need to concern yourself over.” 

The scattered shards in his irises seemed to form into serrated points, each one aimed directly at you, as if his eyes themselves wanted to carve you into pieces.

“Need not worry…? Need. Not. Worry?”

He paused, a small vein prodding under the skin of his temple. You gulped.

“Are you demented?”

He was malding now, a spine-chillingly livid anger in his eyes.

“You could’ve died in my car, under my watch, and it’s not something to be worried about?”

“Aren’t I a nuisance to you either way? What difference would it’ve made if I died?” 

The words are caustic for the walls of your mouth, leaving a bitter coating on your tongue. You’d thought this way for years, yet having your thoughts be thrown into the expanse of the real world, in front of a real man was…different. Especially considering the fact you idolised, respected…maybe even loved this man.

His face was a vial; a potion concocted of shock, disdain and woe slowly morphing the fury into a condensed cloud of sorrow. One that was now waiting to let loose its tears, to pour rain onto the barren soils of the earth beneath.

“How dare you.”

And so, Winter himself looked you in the eye, piercing the veil of whatever hallowed thing was keeping your emotions safely hidden. The aquamarine depths seemed to be slowly exsanguinating you of reason, of any form of logical function. You wanted to drown in them.

Aight. MC. Stop staring at him, he already resents you, he doesn’t need you to fawn over him like that.

You decide to survey the room you were in, it would be easier than continuing to peer into the unknown depths of his eyes. 

White walls. White tiled floor. A couple of pretty paintings. Some fake plants.

A slender bejewelled hand firmly latched onto your chin, steadily, almost like the arms on a clockface, he moved your head towards his.

His hand feels tense, his gelid fingertips bruising the warmth of your flesh. To your left, the bed seems to sink, as if a weight had been strapped unto it.

You still don’t look at him, instead opting to (cautiously) check out his thighs. They were covered by his usual dark pants, the brown fabric ripped and torn in a multitude of places.

God he’s so beautiful. 

“You are as much of a nuisance to me as I am unstylish — not in the slightest.” 

His voice was monotone, yet — unlike earlier — within its melodious notes was a soft melancholic chime; as if his voice had revamped itself into the epitome of dejection and despondency.

You were as astonished as he was uncomfortable.

Then you felt yourself lose every manner of self control as you began to sob your ghastly heart out.

Fucks’ sake MC. Can’t do jackshit right can you?

You feel a few torrid tears leap over the cliffs of your eyelids and crash onto his pale flesh. His eyes follow the wet trails down your face, before smearing it across your cheek.

You felt yourself losing grip over your mind again, trying to catch onto the grains of whatever cognition you had.

Whatever your brain had repressed from that horrific night was flooding through your consciousness, sweeping you off your feet and leaving you stranded on an island in the storm that was your eternal, unbounding sorrow.

But you supposed that’s one of the reasons why you loved Geo oh-so much. He was cold, hard logic; an anchor for your restless, maladaptive thoughts. His chill soothed the hot anger that pulsed beneath you, both from your fate and at the world for stuffing you into a school where you’d never thrive.

But destiny had its ways, you suppose; for even the most treacherous, onerous and dolorous of winters will eventually (and willingly) surrender to the balmy nature of a newborn spring.

“Whatever it was that led you to commit such a stupid act…I hope you can one day entrust me with the context and reasons.” 

“That almost sounds like you care, Geode.”

“Hm. Perhaps.”

You feel his hand, rings and all, land atop your head; before gently, softly, stroking your hair. The tears still fell down your face, but the despair slowly fell muted as you gingerly placed your head on Geo’s shoulder and closed your eyes. 

If you’d had your way, you would’ve squished him to death, but you couldn’t afford to push this. Whatever this was.

“Promise me something, MC.” 

There’s that monotone voice again…

You give a small thumbs-up in affirmation.

“Promise me that you’ll come to me before you resort to such an extreme act. No matter how stupid it may be to you.”

He lowers his hand, it now lurking near yours; and you feel a small ray of confidence shine through the murk of your paranoia.

“...okay.”

And now, cautiously, almost as if fate Herself was puppeting you; you felt your hand grasp the slender fingers of him.

Touch him, partake in a quick, fleeting moment of heavenly contact.

To your surprise?

It wasn’t short, or brief, or sudden.

It felt more purposeful than every breath you’d fucking taken, hell even Geo looked a tad astounded by the prolonged contact.

Your soul feels a little lighter now.

Maybe the enigmatic winter himself would learn to accept the dawn of a flowery, dainty spring. Maybe he’d even accept himself. And hopefully you’d accept yourself too.

[iameliseposts]

Hi, this is my first time ordering here. So I hope I get this right, Can I request headcanons of Deuce x (Fem) Reader Where Reader confesses his feelings for Deuce with a romantic Christmas song? For example: Baby, It’s Cold Outside, All I Want For Christmas Is You etc🎇🌠🌌

Have a merry christmas✨❄️🎁💘

All I Want for Christmas is To Confess Deuce x MC

Thank you for requesting! And you asked perfectly. I chose to have MC confess with ���All I want for Christmas is You.” So I hope that’s okay. Also, none of the lyrics are mine. I hope you enjoy and Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!!

You had prepared for this

And you meant prepared

After getting this enchanted piano for a pretty cheap cost at the school store, you were finally ready to confess your feelings for Deuce

This enchanted piano plays itself, damn, what a steal!

It was nearly Christmas and this time of the year is perfect

The pure white snow and the gray exterior of Ramshackle meshed into the perfect romantic aesthetic 

It was cold, but the nerves of confessing kept you decently warm despite the trash heater Crowley set up in Ramshackle

Deuce had decided to drop by this year to keep you company

He also offered to bring you back to his place

You told him you would consider it

You didn’t want to intrude on his Christmas, especially if he rejects you

But you did really want to spend Christmas with someone so special

Grim just wasn’t enough-

Deuce knocked on the main door and you opened it up

Right on cue, the piano began playing 

You realized Deuce was cold and brought him in

You sat him down on the couch and sat across from him

Ok, it was now or never!

And you were gonna confess now

“I don't want a lot for Christmas.”

Deuce tilted his head to the side in confusion, how cute!

He asked why you were singing

Though his cheeks were red, you wondered if it was because he was cold or he was being shy

“There is just one thing I need.”

Deuce asked if you wanted him to buy you something, but you shook your head

He took this as a sign to wait

“I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree.”

Deuce gazed into your eyes, awaiting what you had in store for him

You took a breath to calm your nerves and looked him dead in the eyes before finally confessing

“I just want you for my own.”

Awh, he blushed the prettiest red

He tried to speak, but you held a hand up

You wanted to get your feelings off your chest first 

“More than you could ever know.”

Deuce felt like he was on cloud 9

You knew of his delinquent past, but you still stuck by him?

And you gave him such a romantic confession??

He was pining for you for so long, but this confession makes it all worth it

You held out your hand

“Make my wish come true.”

Deuce immediately took your hand 

Compared to your own cold hand, his was so warm and cozy

Like a comfortable toasty fire

“All I want for Christmas is you.”

And that was all the self-restraint Deuce had 

He tackled you into the biggest hug

His actions spoke louder than any words

You were definitely going back to his home with him after this

[leviathans-watching]

HI PRETTY!! i was wondering if you could write an imagine for the brothers of an mc who is all bundled up, cheeks red, mittens on, etc, when its snowing and the brothers finding it cute? i literally cannot wait for winter oml summer is so mid

the brothers seeing mc all bundled up for the cold

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated g | m.list

a/n: hello!! i'm not a huge winter fan but i did my best so i hope you enjoy! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or req so come say hi

please reblog <333

➳ lucifer watches as you pull on another layer, wrapping a scarf around your neck until it covers half of your face. “are you sure you need all of those layers?” he asks, and you shoot him a glare. the effect is somewhat diminished by the thick hat pulled low over your forehead and he resists the urge to smile. “yes,” you say, exasperated, words muffled by the aforementioned scarf, “i don’t think me becoming a human popsicle would reflect well on the exchange program.”

➳ mammon doesn’t understand how your teeth are chattering. it’s not even that cold! “to you, maybe,” you mutter, shaking another pack of hand warmers, “but humans aren’t meant to be exposed to the frickin’ elements for that long.” mammon laughs, tugging you close to his side, a feat considering the large, puffy coat you’re wearing. “don’t worry,” he says, “i’ll cuddle you when we get back, get you all nice and toasty.”

➳ levi surreptitiously takes a photo of you, inwardly squealing at your cuteness. you had dragged him out to play in the snow, something he’d never done before, and your excitement was infectious. “isn’t this great?” you ask, breath fogging into the air. “the cold air makes me feel alive!” levi grins at you, watching snowflakes drift onto your shoulders. “i’m glad you’re having fun,” he says. “winter might be my new favorite season.”

➳ satan looks at your pleading face. “what do you want?” he asks, sighing. you crack a rueful smile, gesturing down at yourself. “i can’t put my boots on,” you explain. “my snow pants are in the way.” satan raises a brow. “so you want me to do it?” you nod, and he sighs again, before kneeling down to help you. you giggle the whole time, but he can’t find it within himself to be too out of sorts, as the slight of you all bundled up is one that’s going to stay with him for a while.

➳ asmo can barely see you under all of the winter gear you’ve put yourself in, and he knows there are several more layers of sweaters and long-sleeved shirts beneath your coat. “that ensemble is so not cute,” he sighs, looking you up and down. “couldn’t you have at least gotten a matching set?” “no way,” you laugh. “i needed the thickest stuff they had which meant buying independent pieces. i’m sorry, but you’re just going to have to live with it if you don’t want me to freeze!” asmo tilts his head to the side, considering. “ugh, fine. i guess it’s not too bad,” he finally admits, “but that's only because it’s on you.”

➳ beel watches you blow on your hands, rubbing them together to stimulate blood flow. “are you alright?” he asks, and you sigh. “i forgot my gloves at the house. feel how cold my hands are!” you thrust your hand out at him, and beel grabs it, jolting at the sensation. you’re much colder to the touch than you normally are. “that won’t do,” he says, “come over here and put your hand in my pocket.” you do as he says and he covers your hand with his, already planning on switching sides in a few minutes to do your other hand.

➳ belphie groans at the feeling of cold wind on your cheeks, but your eyes are bright. “this is so fun!” you exclaim, trying to adjust the earmuffs covering your ears. your mittens get in the way and after watching you struggle for a few moments belphie wordlessly steps forward and moves them back into place, reviving a bright smile in return. “the cold sucks,” he says, and you laugh. “don’t be like that. we can go in and wrap ourselves in blankets soon.”

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[atzfilm]

d*ck the halls (m)

pairing; s.mingi x j.yunho x f.reader

genre/w.c; smut, friends to lovers, 4.2k

summary; spending the night at your shared cabin changes everything, especially when the power turns off and you’re freezing

content; double penetration, cursing, little prep, mc is close to yungi’s height but still a few inches shorter, fingering, anal, slight mxm content (mostly focused on mc), dry humping, spit, cheesy confessions, dirty talk, nicknames (baby, lovely)

a/n; this is part of the 12 days of christmas collab with @hongism​ and @choijjongho​! <3 hope you enjoy and ive had lots of fun writing in this collab hehehe thank u for agreeing to do this with me besties :((( ily THERE ARE TYPOS BE WARNED I DID NOT EDIT.

12 days of christmas m.list

“Right around the corner,” Yunho nudges you from your seat. You let out a low yawn, stretching your arms as you peer through your barely opened lids. Sitting on top of the hill is your shared cabin. It’s covered in snow from the recent blizzard that the small town just had, decorated in holiday lights that Mingi and Yunho did just a few weeks ago. The three of you pitched your savings into this vacation home, using the revenue to pay off the mortgage and for extra funds. It’s something your trio has always wanted to do, and you’re glad that around the end of the year, you spend time with your best friends and enjoy the quiet mountains. 

A loud snore from just behind you interrupts your fantasy. You frown, glancing back at Mingi passed out, mouth wide open and arms thrown to the sides. You were back there with him until one of his flailing eyes punched you directly in your eyeball, your arguing forcing Yunho to put you back into the front. No matter if it’s been ten years, you still can’t stand Mingi. Sure, you’re best friends and all, and maybe you hanged out with him every chance you got, but he’s still your enemy. Just in a different way.

“Finally here! Please wake up Mingi, and don’t argue,” Yunho glares at you as he parks, opening the door. He shuts it as he stretches,yelling about finally being able to be alone. You ignore his blissful shouts, turning around and throwing your throw at Mingi.

His eyes shoot open, flicking around before they land on you. He looks a mess, dried drool on his cheek and hair a mess. Still, he’s your Mingi. No matter how annoying and irritating he is. “Here?” his voice is rough from rest, rubbing his eyes. “That was quicker than I thought.”

“Because you were passed out majority of the time.”

“Don’t be mad at me, you’re the one who wanted to talk to Yun–”

“You were snoring in my ear, Mingi. Loud and proud. Pretty sure you spit in it with the choking,” you shiver. “Just grossed myself out.”

Yunho knocked on the window, throwing open your door. 

“Hey–”

“I sensed the arguing. Let’s go already, you promised to make hot chocolate,” he grumbled, tugging you from your seat. You roll your eyes, letting him pull you out. It’s freezing outside, and you thank yourself silently for the coat you threw on your body halfway through the drive. Mingi trails behind the both of you, grunting as he pulls the bags.

It’s the roles you’ve put yourselves in; you’re the vacation cook, Yunho is the driver, and Mingi is the carrier of bags. He protested at that last one, but when you said that you’d do it instead, he quickly backtracked. Not because of you being weak or anything, he just can’t cook. The last time he touched the stove, you had to grab the extinguisher. That’s why he’s banned from even turning the knobs. 

“My turn to take the big suite,” Yunho hums happily, swinging open the door. You turned on the heat with your phone (you love technology) so it’s already toasty inside. Even though Mingi is the designated carrier, the three of you together bring the bags into their rooms. 

You watch the milk on the stove warm, holding the chocolate bar in your hand. Jazz from the radio in the living room is playing, the sounds echoing off the walls and into the kitchen. You watch as Yunho walks in with his reindeer pajamas, flopping onto the barstool. He wiggles his eyebrows at you. 

“Tell me you brought yours,” his eyes sparkled. You hate the pajamas with everything you have, but you’d never upset Yunho. You point to the empty chair, said pajamas sitting there, waiting to be placed on your unwilling body. “Mingi forgot his.”

You snort, “He just didn’t want to bring them. Luckily,” you reach into your bag, pulling out his, “I brought them myself.”

“What will I do without you?” He makes kissy noises and you gag, tossing them to him. 

“Don’t mess with the chef while she’s cooking. Might feel tempted to throw some hot milk on you.”

He gasps dramatically. “You’d never!”

“I would. Willingly. No remorse. Wouldn’t even shed a tear.”

“Can you two not be weird for two seconds?” Mingi walks in, frowning. You frown, turning back to your milk. It’s boiling now, so you break off a part of the bar, slowly dropping it in. Mingi appears behind you quickly, head resting on the curve of your shoulder. You know it’s probably uncomfortable for him to do since he has to crouch slightly. You nudge him away, flicking him with your finger.

“Back off giant. Unless you want this to taste like ass.”

“Ass? Never tried that before. Well–”

“God Yunho please tell him to change into his pajamas or I’m gonna have to beat his ass.” You groan. squeezing his arm slightly. He pulls away unwillingly, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. You grab your slipper to throw at him but he’s already running down the hall. Yunho gives you a sympathetic look, a slow smirk on his lip as a laugh escapes. 

“You two are awful.”

“We’re your best friends, you chose us. So what does that make you?”

“Can’t hear suddenly,” you murmur, ignoring his laugh as he disappears down the hallway. Once you hear the door close, you sigh, rubbing your face. “Idiots.”

“I heard that!”

Three cups of hot chocolate later, the three of you are sitting in Yunho’s bedroom watching Polar Express. You hold your breath as the train skids across the frozen lake, Mingi and Yunho hushed on either side of you as it cracks. Just as the train barely makes it to the other side, the television shuts off. 

“Yo what the fu–”

The lights in the Christmas tree turn off, and everything else around the room. You groan, throwing yourself back against the pillows. “Why did the power have to go out right at the good part?”

“Every time we bring you somewhere, something bad happens. I think you’re cursed,” Mingi mumbles. You hit the back of his head with your pillow and he whines. throwing his at you. You tussle back and forth as Yunho makes his way out of bed and downstairs to check the power. 

You can already feel the slight chill in the air, the heat not working either. You bundle the blankets around you, the other uncovered part of your body being your face. You blocked off your peripheral vision, Mingi’s head popping up in front of yours as he raises his brows. 

“Cold?”

“You know even a little breeze makes me feel like ice,” you reach out your fingers from between the blankets, pressing it to Mingi’s. He jumps, widening his eyes.

“Sheesh.”

“Yea, exactly.”

Yunho opens the door, frown lines on his forehead. “No luck. The power is out all over. We just gotta keep ourselves warm until it turns back on,” he glances aronud the room. “Um… I know you don’t like sleeping with Mingi–”

“No.”

“y/n…” Yunho whines. “I don’t want you to die from the cold, and Mingi can’t sleep alone. He’s a big baby.”

“I’m sitting right here.”

“Please,” Yunho gets on his knees, pleading with you. You try to glance at Mingi from the corner of your eye (the blanket preventing that, of course), before nodding slowly. “Thank you.”

“FYI, this is because I don’t want you guys to see my toes falling off.”

“That’s too descriptive, really didn’t need that image in my head,” Mingi slides underneath the blankets. “Keep those thoughts to yourself.” He faces you in his blankets, Yunho walking around to rest on the opposite side. You haven’t been in the same bed with them since you were kids, your heart racing slightly. Things are different when you’re adults. Being in between the both of them, their bodies pressed against yours–

You push those thoughts away.

“The last time we all slept in the same bed was that sleepover at Yunho’s house. Don’t you remember? San peed on the blankets,” you snickered, slowly unwrapping yourself from your blanket. You cover the three of you with the king size, lying back against the sheets. 

Mingi laughs loudly. “And now he has that strange tradition around Christmas time. How time flies.”

“He probably wouldn’t if he peed again. Unless they’re into that kind of stuff,” Yunho murmurs into his pillow. 

You rest your head against yours, their legs brushing slightly against you. You let out a slow breath, not knowing which side to turn to. Yunho seems to catch your dilemma, chuckling softly.

“I know you sleep on your left, just tell Mingi to stop staring at you so you can sleep.”

Said man coughs. The bed shakes as he violently gives you his back. You can only roll your eyes, thanking Yunho softly as you switch to rest on your left. You notice the slight space they leave so that they’re not touching you. Their body frames are large enough to warm you underneath the blankets, but still, you can feel the slight breeze filtering in and out the room. You shiver, fingers clutching on the blankets tightly.

“Still cold?” Yunho asks softly. “I can cuddle you if you want.”

“Don’t be weird.”

There’s always been a line between the three of you. They’re attractive, you found that out once you all hit puberty. They were your first kiss and your first introduction into adulthood, but they’re your best friends. There was nothing ever stated out loud, a silent agreement that you wouldn’t dare mess with. Inner, lingering feelings aside, you couldn’t break the promise. And that included touching that wasn’t necessary, and straying eyes that wasn’t mentioned. That’s just how it is, and how it always will be. So cuddling, that’s already a boundary that shouldn’t be crossed. You’re not sure that you want to, even if you’re cold.

“y/n,” he moves closer, now only breaths away from touching you. “I’m just trying to make you more comfortable, that’s it. I promise I won’t hump you.”

This makes you laugh out loud, turning to look around at him. There’s a wide grin on his face, arms open. You stare at him for a moment, before letting him embrace you. He hums as you settle yourself within his hold, his hand rubbing up and down your skin softly. 

“You’re always cold,” he murmurs against your forehead. “You should thank me for being your own personal space heater.”

“Shut up and go to sleep,” Mingi says loudly, kicking Yunho’s leg. Yunho lifts his head to glare at him, before dropping it back on the pillow.

“He’s upset he can’t hug you,” Yunho whispers. “You know how affectionate he is.”

You snicker, tucking yourself further into Yunho’s chest. It’s not weird, hugging him like this. A bit strange since you avoid touching either of them unless it’s to bother them. You’ve never been this close, the smell of his aftershave and natural scent swirling in your nose. It’s comforting, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Thank you, Yunho.”

“Mhm.”

Before you know it, you fall asleep.

You’re awaken by a low moan in your ears. You try to move to see what’s wrong, until you feel a hard lump against your backside, rubbing against your ass. You try leaning up, but his arms are wrapped around your waist, pressing your body against his hard on. You can’t tell who it is, too scared to even move an inch. Opening your eyes would be a tell tale sign, but taking that step… you’re terrified. Maybe if he would just loosen his hold–

“y/n…” Mingi’s voice resonates within you, the deep tone ticking your ear as he slightly thrusts his hip against your ass. Your heart drops. Mingi. He’s the one behind you. You feel his body slowly pushing against you, his moans shaky. He couldn’t be awake, you know that Mingi wouldn’t try anything like this on you while you were sleeping. He’s too kind and caring to violate you that way.

And yet, here you are. You can feel your heart pumping as his grip on your body tightens, hips moving faster against your ass, hardness pushing against the crack. You reach back, grabbing Mingi’s arm. 

“Min, wake up,” you murmur, voice slightly panicked. He doesn’t stop in his movement. The bed shakes and you hope that Yunho isn’t awake. Your hand slips between the reindeer pants, slowly making its way to your covered heat. Right as you make your way to slipping into your panties, a moan stops you in your tracks.

“Fuck.”

Your eyes immediately flick open, gaze meeting the man’s in front of you. His cheeks are flushed as he bites his lower lip, eyes hooded as he stares into yours. Yunho is wide away. You pull your hand from your pants, but he stops you, hand on your wrist.

“Keep going.”

“Yun…” your voice is shaky, eyes wide. “I–”

“Want to see you touch yourself,” he says, eyes flicking down. He slowly pulls the blanket down, the cold air hitting your skin and leaving you bare against the sheets. Mingi hasn’t stopped in his pace, hips buckling against you. “Please.”

“Mingi isn’t awake. I can’t.” You shake your head, hands shaking. His hold on your wrist loosens as he slides up your arm, hand cupping your chin. He rubs your cheek slowly, saying nothing for a moment. He wipes the tears that are on your cheeks, a slow smile crossing his face. “What if he hates me after this?” You whisper.

“Mingi likes you.”

You blink. “What?”

“Mingi likes you. And I like you. Fuck y/n, we’ve been in love with you for so long. You think we would just act like this around a best friend? We have matching pajamas, we have matching jewelry. We’re roommates, we haven’t dated anyone in years. We like you.”

You stare at him in shock, not noticing how Mingi stopped moving. “But… what about that date you went on?”

“It…” he sighs. “It was me trying to forget about you. It was stupid. I shouldn’t have even gone on it knowing how I felt about you. But I don’t want you to feel forced to do anything. We, don’t want that. Just because we like you doesn’t mean we’re not best friends. We just didn’t want our friendship to turn to shit because of our feelings, so we just waited until you would say something. Maybe mention it.”

“It was hard,” Mingi’s voice whispers into your ear, startling you. “Ah, sorry. It was just… fighting with you all the time was fun, but I do like you, y/n. And it was getting harder and harder to keep it all in. I didn’t mean to hump you, I swear,” his hold on you loosens, but you grab his hand, placing it back where it was. “y/n?”

You look at Yunho, rubbing small circles into Mingi’s palm. “What does this mean then? I like you both, but what does this mean? How can we…”

“We’ll figure it out,” Yunho murmurs, pressing his lips lightly against your chin. You feel Mingi’s hands slowly tug down your pants, touch light as a feather. “As long as you want us, we’ll figure it out.”

“So do you?” Mingi says lightly pecking the curve of your neck. “Do you want us?” Yunho’s hand stops at your thigh, lingering just outside your arousal. Mingi’s hand has stopped as well, his large palm resting against your bare ass. There’s so many things you need to talk about with them, so many that are critical to what happens after this, but right now, all your mind wants is for them to be inside you.

“Yes, I want you.”

“Fuck yes,” Mingi pulls down your pants and panties without second thought, fingers dipping into your pussy. His hardened cock rests against your lower back as he slowly rubs up and down your slit. “You’re so wet already, can’t wait to be inside you.” His finger slowly rides up the curve of your ass, stopping at your puckered hole. “Don’t you want me here, y/n? Don’t you want me inside you?”

“Mingi…” you moan, hands clawing at the sheets. Yunho watches as he slowly inserts a finger into your ass, your body shaking. He leans down, covering your mouth with his to distract you from Mingi’s probing. 

“You’re so pretty like this, lovely,” Yunho says softly. “You feel so warm.” He slowly inserts two fingers into your pussy easily, “So tight.” He slowly pushes them in and out, whispering praises against your mouth. “Want to feel my cock inside you, stretching you out while Mingi makes love to you from behind? I can’t wait to hear your moans, lovely. You’re already so pretty just like this.”

His fingers pick up the pace, moving quickly in and out. Your body trembles as Mingi presses his two fingers in your ass, Yunho in your pussy. It’s so much, your mind is clouded with their touch, hips rocking back and forth against their fingers. You can feel your body heat up with your climax approaching quickly. 

“Guys, I’m about to c–”

“Cum for us,” Mingi kisses your earlobe. Your body trembles as you reach your high, fingers digging into Yunho’s arms. Yunho cups your core, smiling into your lips.

“I knew you’d look pretty cumming on my fingers,” He lets go off your pussy as you whine, until you watch as he slips down his pants, his cock slipping from between the fabric with ease. You knew that he was big, sometimes catching a glimpse of him throughout the years, but you’ve never realized how big. Your eyes watched as he coated his cock with your arousal, hands wrapped around the length as he slowly pumped himself. 

Mingi takes this chance to dip his fingers into your pussy, causing you to jump. “Got to make sure I go in easy, alright? I’m not as big as Yunho, but I am pretty big.” You hear him spit into his hand, the sound of it slowly rubbing against his cock. “We don’t have to do this, you know. Just tell me what you want, baby.”

“Want you in my ass,” you whisper, turning around to glance back at him. You’re shocked at the look in his eyes, cheeks red and eyes dilated. He grins as you take him in, lips slowly pressing against yours. He turns you back around, fingers gripping your hips.

“Then take it like a good girl,” He presses his cock against your hole, spitting again to make sure it slips inside. You groan, Yunho rubbing your clit as he slowly pushes into you. It doesn’t hurt a lot but it still stings, Yunho’s distraction enough to let your heart settle. 

“God you’re so tight, I can barely fit in there,” Mingi mumbles, fingers digging into your hips. “Can’t want to fuck you good baby.” His cock is fully inside, hips pressing against your cheeks as he slowly kisses the back of your neck. “You’ve done so well for me.”

“Ready?” Yunho distracts you, cock rubbing up and down your folds. “We can wait until Mingi is down–”

“No, no. Want you two at the same time. I want to feel you both inside of me,” you tug Yunho’s hips closer to you, his tip resting at your entrance. “Want you to cum inside.”

“Yunho put your cock in her already.” Mingi lets go of your waist and grabs Yunho’s, his hand on his cock as he aligns him and pushes him inside. You gasp at how easily he enters, Yunho bottoming out quickly because of your arousal. Mingi lets go of him, wrapping his arms around your waist as he slowly moves out.

Their pace is slow at first. Mingi out, Yunho in. Until it slowly syncs up, their hips pounding against your body as you moan loudly, one hand covering Mingi’s and the other holding onto Yunho’s body. Yunho rubs your clit quickly, cock pumping in and out of you without regard. 

“You’ve wanted this, didn’t you? I saw how you looked at me, watched you as you tried to hide how horny you were when we were watching that movie last week. Wanted to fuck you so bad right there. I wanted to see you cumming on my fingers, moaning my name over and over until you lost your breath,” Mingi groaned as you clenched against his cock. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you?”

“Shit, Mingi please. She’s squeezing my cock,” Yunho murmurs. “I can feel Mingi inside of you,” he whispers. “I can feel him every time I rub against your walls. Can feel him filling you up so good, lovely.”

Yunho rubs against your clit, his breath quickening as he pumps in and out of you. Mingi matches his pace, your body being thrown forward and back against them as they move inside of you. Your pussy begins to clench, throbbing as Yunho presses slightly harder into your clit. You gasp, unable to say a word as you cum on their cocks.

Mingi is the first to spill inside of you, the hot ropes hitting against your walls. He presses himself into you as his body trembles, whispering something that you can’t quite hear. Yunho follows soon after, his groan almost inaudible as he slowly pours into you, some of his cum spilling out onto the sheets. You three are quite for a few minutes, until Mingi slowly pulls out of you, leaking against the sheets.

“It smells like hot chocolate and sweat,” he murmurs. You hit his shoulder and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, for both. They were pretty sweet.”

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Yunho murmurs, rolling his eyes affectionately at Mingi.

[sailxrmxrs]

i’m so sad bro, like tears in my eyes kinda sad 😭 wanna hug owl, or toasty or x so bad rn fr,,, anyways, how are youuuu?

oh no! i'm so sorry to hear that you're not doing too great right now. sending you so much love and so many hugs !! i hope that your day gets better soon and that you're feeling okay. i can't do much, but what i can do is write some little headcanons for the lis comforting a sad mc. i hope these offer a little comfort while you're feeling the sads! much love, anon ♡ (also i know you didn't mention quest but i've added him in there too for extra comfy vibes) apologies that they're on the shorter side, it's late and i'm sleepy but i wanted to write these as soon as possible for you !

♡ nightowl ♡

When you text Nightowl about how badly your day had gone, expressing just how much you wanted to crawl under the covers and sleep, he's immediately calling you. As he starts talking to you, listening to what happened, you start to realise he sounds a little out of breath but don't think to question it. He's called you while working out before, so it wouldn't be out of character for him to do it again. He stays on the phone with you, talking about his own day to distract from how yours had gone. It's not until you notice Nightowl's voice is getting quieter, as those he's scared of being heard, that you begin to question things. When you ask if everything's alright he simply instructs you to open your door. Of course, you're racing to answer it now that you know your favourite person is waiting on the other side. And, as expected, when you open the door Nightowl is standing there with his phone in one hand and a bag in the other.

"I've got a special delivery right here with your name on it, cutie," he declares with the biggest grin on his face. "One bag of snacks and one incredibly hot and thoughtful boyfriend to enjoy them with." You're both laughing as you pull him inside, arms wrapping around him and soaking in his presence. Then suddenly you're being swept off your feet and carried off to your bedroom. Snacks are deposited next to you and Nightowl is right there with you, excitedly leaving kisses all over your face and ensuring not a single spot goes untouched. It's as if he possesses a magical touch that simply eradicates any and all negative feelings, able to cure you of your ailments and restore some semblance of yourself. An evening you'd written off as ruined is all of a sudden made perfect again, all thanks to Nightowl.

♡ quest ♡

When you arrive home from work, the long day having completely caught up to you, everything seems to fall apart at your feet. It's like there was a layer of glass so paper thin enveloping your entire body, sheer will keeping it from shattering. Then, the moment you stepped into the comfort of your home, the small cracks that dotted it broke apart and left shards of glass at your front door—along with it, your resolve and any ability to hold back any tears. Quest usually got home from work not long after you but a mishap with the office's internet meant they'd all been told to leave a little earlier so he was able to come greet you at the door. Upon seeing you, Quest instantly pulled you in close for a warm hug, his arms wrapping around your body as he gently rocked from side to side. Then he pulls back ever so slightly, fingers softly moving stray hairs from your face while he smiles in that caring way that warms your insides.

He lingers for a moment in the contented quiet, simply admiring your face before he questions. "Feeling better? Come on, I've already made a start on dinner." And he's leading you to the kitchen, prompting you to take a seat on the counter so he can talk while he works, returning every once in a while to kiss you so your lips tingle as he pulls away. He may not be able to turn back time and erase all that made you sad or hurt you, but he can certainly do everything in his power to turn it into a fuzzy memory of the past, long forgotten in place of Quest's tantalising kisses and over the top singing to whatever music he has playing in the background.

♡ xyx ♡

Xyx struggles with words sometimes. Being emotionally vulnerable is hard, even after how far he's come. So when he comes into the room about to ask what you want to eat for dinner and sees that you're crying, eyes puffy and cheeks blemished red, Xyx takes a second before his brain spurs into action. He'll happily sit and listen to you talk it out, but doesn't always know the right words to say back. What if he makes this worse? There's nothing he could want less than making you cry even harder. And so he's cradling you to his chest, a hand leaving sweeping strokes down your back while sobs wracked your body. His cheek is laying atop your head while his other hand wraps around the back of your head, staying there until you feel yourself calm, the intense wave of sadness now lessened to a gentle ripple—still present though far less obliterating and all-consuming. Once you pull away from Xyx's hold, his hands fall to hold yours, his grip firm as he looks into your eyes with an earnest question.

"How are you feeling? Is there anything else I can do?" He's not entirely sure how to navigate situations like this, unsure of what is exactly the best course of action to take. But he figures that asking you what you need right now is a good first step. And he listens. Listens so intently that he's quiet for a good while, taking in all that you offer and making sure to act on it. If you feel like eating your comfort food, he'll make it, order it, whatever needs to be done to make sure you have it. Need a distraction? Then he's got Cat at the ready and a new series on the tv waiting to watch all night, all while cuddling with you and not leaving your side.

♡ nakedtoaster ♡

Toast gets home from a long day at the office, exhausted and ready to collapse on the sofa for a few hours before he heads to bed with you. They're taking off their shoes, leaving their things by the door and calling out to you to let you know of his arrival home. Usually you'd come to see him, ready to jump into a tight hug or you're shouting back a "welcome home!" before telling them you were just doing something in the kitchen. But tonight was different. Tonight your response was half-hearted and tinged with a layer of sadness that cleaved Toast's heart in two. It set his senses alive as he abandoned all thoughts of the usual routine, entirely set on finding you; there was nothing more important to them than you, especially when you were upset. When he found you sitting on the sofa, bundled in a blanket with a tear stained face, Toast near crumbled at the sight. They crouched in front of you, hands gentle as they roamed your thighs just above the knee and left soothing circles.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here. I've got you." His voice is gentle and calm and everything you needed in that moment. A pure reminder that they love you and will always be there the moment they know you need it. For the rest of the night he's holding you close, listening if you feel like talking, but most of all just being there with you whether it's in silence or deep conversation. Anything you need and they will do what they can to provide it.

[wafermelons]

come back, please.

characters: belphegor x gn!MC

genre: angst

warnings: no comfort, alcohol drinking, strong language

note: idk i just like angst

"come back here, MC..." belphegor groggily called out to you, eyes half lidded and mind fuzzy, "let's go back to our bed, hm?"

"come on belphie! i wanna show you something!" you whisper-shouted happily. the rest of the brothers were asleep (or at least you assumed), so you were trying to be as quiet as possible.

"you said you'd follow me when i told you i wanted to show you something earlier," you huffed, waiting for him to make his way to the foot of the staircase where you stood.

"i know but... i'm just so sleepy... i didn't know you meant to show me in the middle of the night," he yawned out, dragging his cow pillow behind him as he finally reached you.

one hand on the railing, another holding his to guide him, you made your way up the stairs. "i promise you'll love it, belphie," you said, your eyes sparkling. your excitement could barely be contained, but you didn't want to be loud. or else lucifer would force you back to your rooms.

you reached the trapdoor that would lead you to the roof, "we're here belphie!" you said, unlocking and opening it. a gust of cool air blew onto your skin, sending slight shivers down your spine.

belphegor reacted to the sudden gust of wind, now a little more awake than before.

"you wanted to show me the doorway to my own home's roof?" he teased, tilting his head with that smug little face.

"oh just come on," you said, climbing out of it. the demon followed behind you, throwing his pillow out first for you to catch as he climbed up the ladder.

the roof was shaky from the tiles and being slanted, but luckily you made your way to the landing on the side.

"look," you said, a content smile on your face.

the view of the whole devildom was beneath you. the iridescent lights glistened and danced in the night. the lights from the city weren't harsh upon your eyes, it was welcoming and warm. similar to that of a gentle flame in the winter to keep you toasty.

you glanced toward belphegor, him staring at the night life.

"i set up a bunch of pillows and blankets in case you wanted to fall asleep with me under the stars," you told him, holding his hand and pulling him to the little nest you made.

"aww, you made this just for me? you like me that much?" he teased, laying and making himself comfortable in the plush, multicolored cushions and quilts.

you huffed and rolled your eyes, not answering him. you laid yourself next to him, immediately getting engulfed in his arms and him using you as a live pillow.

you sighed, a smile on your face and curling into his touch.

"yeah, i do like you that much."

>>>>>

3 years later, and that like would turn to love. but that love would also turn to hate and hurt. though, what was a relationship if not to hurt? didn't that just show how much you loved them?

you sat at the table, a quaint little cafe. it was cozy, the food was wonderful and the staff were all kind and patient with you.

yet, despite the comforting atmosphere of the cafe, your heart was no where near that of which the cafe felt.

you picked up your phone once more, reading the time. 1.48 pm. he was an hour late.

you clenched your jaw once more, staring at the empty chair in front of you and sending a message to belphegor once more.

'im here belphie!'

'are you reaching soon?'

'where are you?'

'belphie?'

but message after message, call after call, still, the demon did not answer you.

you frowned, staring at the ignored calls and the little 'delivered' indication. it was your anniversary with him. he couldn't have forgotten, could he? you even reminded him the day before.

you planned the whole day out, you wanted to go to a cafe for lunch, have some pastries and tea. later going to a festival that featured special rides and snacks. then you would go for dinner under the stars, you even booked a time slot because the place would usually be packed.

well, that was the original plan at least.

you sighed, feeling your lip tremble.

"he couldn't have," you whispered repeatedly to yourself, staring back at the vacant seat right in front of your eyes.

you heart tightened ever so slightly. you dressed yourself up for this day. was it all going to waste? you had already paid for the festival tickets, you even wanted to go to the workshop at the festival where people would make custom jewelry with magic.

you'd have to call the restaurant you made the reservation at to cancel, which you felt bad for since it was already so hard to get a time slot. you could even feel the other demons in the cafe wondering if you had been stood up.

they weren't really wrong.

you shut your eyes, not wanting the pain in your chest to get to you.

"excuse me, sir/ma'am? are you alright?" the waiter who had been assigned to you asked, him bending down slightly with concern and worry in his eyes.

you looked up and gave him a closed-lip smile, sighing through your nose and nodding, "i'm alright. actually, i think i'm done here. i'm sorry for wasting your time-"

before you could continue and stand from your seat, you heard the soft jingle of the front door and noticed your favourite angels walk inside.

"MC? what are you doing here?" simeon asked, luke making his way over to you and noticing your crestfallen face depsite your futile attempt to hide how you felt.

you forced a small smile on your face, luke standing next to your seated self, "are you okay, MC? did those demons do something again?" he huffed.

you sighed, "i'm alright luke, simeon. i just... was about to leave."

simeon put his hand on the backrest of the chair opposite you, pulling it out slightly as you met his eyes.

"is this seat taken, MC?" he asked.

your lips flattened into a small line, remembering the demon that was supposed to be seated there. you wanted to refuse, but hey. a friend is offering to keep you company while your asshole of a boyfriend couldn't even bother to answer your texts on your anniversary.

you shook your head, "take a seat simeon."

"thank you, MC." simeon said, sitting down in front of you. he called the waiter over to ask for another seat for luke.

with the chair brought and luke in his seat, the waiter brought the menu to the three of you so you could order food.

"MC, why are you here by yourself? i know those demons are insufferable but i'd rather you be with them than all alone." luke said, showing his worry for you being on your own in the devildom. not that you don't already wander out on your own sometimes.

"you don't need to worry about me luke," you said, giving him a reassuring smile, signaling he needn't worry about your safety.

simeon, trying to change the subject. "have you heard about the festival nearby, MC? luke and i were planning to go after this."

you looked up at simeon, letting out a soft sigh. that was the festival you and your lover were supposed to go to, "yeah, i have."

"well, are you going later? i've heard it's spectacular. if you don't have any plans after this, we could go together. i actually bought a ticket for solomon but he has some sorcery things to do today, so we have an extra slot!" simeon explained, holding up two adult tickets and one child ticket in his hands.

you stared at him, mouth slightly agape. reaching into your pocket, you felt the couple tickets you bought earlier, practically having no use now.

"you know what? sure. i'll gladly join the two of you."

>>>>>

the three of your's laughter rang in your ears. luke was seated on simeon's shoulders, all three of you having a stick of cotton candy in hand as you walked past the ferris wheel together.

"can we please go on the ferris wheel, simeon?" luke begged, patting the top of his head to get his attention while using signaling to the attraction with his cotton-candy-holding hand.

"of course luke, it'll be night time soon so we could see the stars from the very top." simeon answered, walking to the ride.

you smiled, about to follow the pair onto the ride until you felt a small vibration from your back pocket.

you pulled your phone out, reading the notification from the lit up screen.

'i'm at the restaurant. where are you? hurry up.'

a message from belphegor.

>>>

i decided to allow you guys to decide what to do for this part.

will you go and see what belphegor has to say at the restaurant?

or

will you enjoy the rest of your evening with the two lovely angels?

[nemir]

“obviously not.”

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» pairing; xyx x mc

» word count: 2,761 words

» content; heavy angst, relationship problems, cold shoulder, selfish MC.

» an; yall reeeeally wanted a part 2 to THIS. y’sure about that? 🤭

You weren’t quite sure just how long it had been since you last spoke with xyx. The days all seemed to meld together, between this and work. You could hardly tell if you were coming or going half the time, and most nights you had come home and just sank immediately into bed. In a way, it was a bit of a blessing. At least you weren’t thinking too much about what had happened; you didn’t really have time or the brain capacity.

But there was still that gnawing feeling in the back of your mind. Even when you did manage to get online, you didn’t see his messages in chat. You assumed they were probably just buried by other conversations, and you could only scroll back so far before everything would start to lag. Still, it was enough for you to be concerned, which you finally brought up to Toast, about a week and a half later. NakedToaster: i mean i’ve talked to him a few times but NakedToaster: not much besides typical hey how are ya, when are you getting in-game. that kinda stuff. MC: oh... I see. but his messages are showing up for you??? NakedToaster: he hasnt said much in general in the past little while so i couldnt rly tell you. we have our own channel lol but i can see them there. NakedToaster: maybe the server’s just acting up or something? wouldnt be the first time tbh MC: i guess so. ugh. i just hope he’s doing alright NakedToaster: well NakedToaster: he’s been having a pretty tough time with his latest client NakedToaster: the case has been bad so far. NakedToaster: not that you needed me to tell you that lmao MC: oh.. uh, y-yeah haha, that case. i know he was stressed about it from the beginning. Your hands were shaking over the keyboard. You didn’t even know about this new client. He never mentioned anything of it to you. His voice rang through your head, ‘oh right, because you never fucking asked’. MC: well, thanks toasty. im glad to know he’s at least... semi-active. i guess ive just missed being online at the same time. im sure i’ll catch him soon. NakedToaster: np ✞——————❆——————✞ He wasn’t a fan of lying, but he would do it to protect one of his best friends. Toast absolutely knew what was going on. He knew the day it happened. He was in the middle of a dungeon when xyx had messaged him. xyx: have you ever noticed how much [MC] talks about themselves? NakedToaster: LMAOOOO xyx: ... Oh. They knew xyx was being genuine, and quickly followed up with questions. What do you mean, how long has this been going on, what’s happening? Of course, xyx being xyx, it was hard to get every detail but he wasn’t going to push it. It was clear he was upset, and that’s all that mattered to Toast. So Toast did some digging of their own. He had casually brought it up to Quest one night, making sure not to mention xyx at all. NakedToaster: idk, someone mentioned it to me so i thought i’d ask. i honestly dont pay enough attention to tell myself Quest: Hmm.. Quest: A quick look through the logs doesn’t give much, honestly. But truth to tell.. We all kind of talk about ourselves a lot, don’t you think? Quest: Well, ha ha, some of us. :^) NakedToaster: i mean u have ur reasons lol Quest: Right. Quest: If anyone talks about themselves too much, it’s nightowl. LOL NakedToaster: LOLLLL Quest: Honestly, it’s probably just that [MC] feels comfortable enough around us to vent, y’know? I can’t blame ‘em for that. But if there are anymore issues, make sure to let me know! It wasn’t the response he was really looking for, but he still brought it up to xyx in a call - something that was once a rarity and was now becoming an almost nightly occurrence. “I know I should’ve asked you first, but I figured if anybody would’ve noticed anything, it would’ve been Quest.” “Nah, you’re fine mate. I, uh.. appreciate it. I wouldn’t have been able to ask him myself. Prob’ly wouldn’t have.” xyx chuckled a bit nervously, scratching idly at his arm. “What, uh, what did he say? Outta curiosity.” Toast frowned a bit and leaned back in their chair, arms crossing. “That he hadn’t noticed anything. He even went back through the logs a bit. Just kinda chalked it up to them feeling like this is a safe space to vent, and that nightowl does it all the fucking time - which he isn’t really wrong about, I guess.” Xyx’s arms fell to the desk with a grumble, “It’s not the fucking same! Nobody’s hung out with them as much as I have, not even close. It’s a near constant! Toasty, they don’t even know the name of my client.” “Wait, what? But they said you talked to them about the case-” “They never fucking asked.” Of course, there was client confidentiality in place, so it’s not as if xyx could go into crazy details, but not even to ask the name, or a vague idea of what was going on. Nothing. But even then! Who else was he supposed to vent this shit to? “There was a day where I just put the camera on Cat and fucked off. They didn’t even realize.” Toast didn’t know what to say or how to react to that. He was just staring at xyx, disgust clear on his face. Xyx shrugged and slumped back into his chair. “I blocked them. I just couldn’t handle it.” “You- wait, what? Oh my god, that makes so much sense. They were wondering why they weren’t able to see your messages in chat.” ✞——————❆——————✞ Another week and a half went by. You were really starting to get nervous now. There were times, before, where he’d disappear and go offline for a day or two but he always came back. You knew he needed days and some time to himself, that wasn’t an issue. But this... this was different. You still weren’t able to see any of his messages in chat, and he was constantly offline. You even called in sick to work and stayed online all day, just in the hopes of catching him. Nothing. But you didn’t want to reach out. You were afraid to, in a way, because you don’t want to pressure him or make things worse. It hurts to just... leave it, but you did. For a time, until you finally broke and sent him a quick message in the private channel you two are in. MC: heyy. i hope you’re doing okay. i miss you.. i’ve been thinking a lot about what happened and i feel fucking awful. You’re right, i’ve been incredibly selfish and.. i really hope that you can forgive me. i want to make this right, but i’m not going to make any moves until you’re ready. i’ll be here when you are. xo His response came a week later. Finally. It was a single sentence, “i read your message.” He absolutely did. Read it out loud to Toast, too. Toast, after hearing everything, had only become increasingly bitter toward you - something you picked up on as time went on. Xyx is one of his best friends, and you really hurt him. It wasn’t something they were going to so easily forgive. So when xyx read your message, Toast rolled his eyes so hard, they gave themselves a headache. It took xyx a while to type out a full response. He’s hurting. Between work stress, health stress, Cat stress, and now this? It had clearly been eating at him for a while. He doesn’t know if he can handle this, on top of everything else. When the two of you went into this relationship, it was a beautiful thing. It had a very promising start! But.. as time went on, xyx started noticing and picking up on things. Things that started to irk him. At first, he tried to play it off; if anybody understood needing to vent and not really having a safe outlet to do so, it was him. He knew that you just wanted him to know what was going on in your life - you were long distance, after all. And sometimes he would vent as well, though it was becoming a rare occurrence. He didn’t like to talk about his feelings that much, which was no secret. But you had managed to pull things out of him, and he did appreciate it, in a way. It made him realize that, yes, he can be vulnerable around people because he is cared about, and people want to make sure he’s okay. It made him realize that he was capable of feeling love, and giving love in return. He’ll forever be thankful for that, but... This had been going on for so long, and you never even fucking noticed. You never took the time. Even when he tried to bring it up, it was just met with you either talking over him, or trying to relate to everything he was saying then going into a tangent of your own. “Oh well, have you tried this? It worked for me!”, or “Yeah, that happened to me before! Here’s the entire story!”, and the ever classic “I TOTALLY understand what you’re going through!” But instead of letting him talk and finish what he was saying, you took over the entire conversation. You went on your own diatribe about how you were feeling, how you handled whichever situation (or didn’t), about your experiences. And by the time you were done talking, you didn’t even have the decency to apologize for hijacking the conversation, or worse still, ask him to continue with his story. You just jumped to a completely different topic, and xyx was left holding onto those feelings, never to be brought up again. MC: can... can we call? xyx: no. im not rly feeling up to it MC: i understand, and that’s okay! (you know this worked before!) i just feel like something like this would be easier if we could just... talk. xyx: (it took him a few minutes to respond. he kept backspacing ‘i’m sorry, but no’) i really dont want to. xyx: this already sucks. i dont really want to make it any worse for myself. You were waiting for the “or you”, but it never came. But he was typing! That’s a good sign. MC: okay, that’s fine!! i’ll just wait until you’re finished typing! You were trying to sound hopeful, and you hoped it was coming across. You still would have preferred to have this talk over voice but this was better than nothing. At least he was talking to you. xyx: its my turn to talk now. there’s a part of me that wants to give you the benefit of the doubt - i guess that’s second nature to me. but my head just keeps screaming not to, that there’s no way i could, or should. i need you to know that you’ve hurt me. and yeah, im sure it wasn’t your intention, but impact over intention. you still did it, and continued to do it. it was as if... honestly it was as if you didn’t even realize it but then i say to myself, well no, how could they not? it was fairly obvious, at least to me it was. and, y’know, maybe i could have tried to speak up more but there was no point. i feel like, if i had brought it up, you’d find some way to make it about yourself and that was quite honestly the last thing i wanted. this will hurt to hear probably, but not out of any sort of sympathy or compassion to you, but because i was sick and tired of hearing it. every single day, there was something new. something that happened that you had to tell me about. we didn’t even be on the subject of it, but you’d somehow find a way to make each conversation about you. i know i don’t like talking about my feelings or my problems that much. i can do without it. but that doesn’t give you free reign to just... make everything about you. when you do that, it makes me feel like you don’t care. about me, or how i’m feeling, or what’s going on in my life. hell, you hardly ask about Cat anymore! the one thing i’d be more than willing to talk about, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to stop being the centre of the universe for five fucking minutes to ask how my pet was doing. how am i meant to take all that? i can almost guarantee that if the roles were reversed, you would’ve thrown a fit over it. but i didn’t. and the only reason why i didn’t is because i care about you and, deep down, i wanted to make sure that you were okay, because honestly? for a while there... you were the one constant in my life. you didn’t leave, you treated me like a human being. you were nice, understanding.. you even listened. but you... you don’t anymore. and you haven’t for a long time. and, look, i really don’t want to hear anything about how i didn’t try either, or some other bullshit narrative, because i honest to god did. but half the time, i couldn’t get a word in edgewise, or what i did say was brushed aside. do you have any idea how that feels? the one person who cared about me most, who even went so far as to say they loved me - and who i loved, just dismissing everything i try to say. that fucking hurt. i felt better when i got into my accident. i keep wanting to apologize for some stupid reason. like i’m the one who fucked up here somehow. i must’ve just gotten used to not caring about myself or how i felt that i just.. kept letting it happen, thinking it would get better.. always fucking thinking everything will get better, but it never does, does it? ive been shown that time and time again. makes me feel like a prat for getting my hopes up, but that’s what i get, i guess. why did i let myself think this time would be any different? ultimately, this is the end. i can’t keep going through with this. i’ve learned a lot of valuable things from you that, i’m sure in time, maybe, i’ll get better about. and i’m staring with this. i’m not.. i can’t keep putting myself in these situations and staying there. this.. this isn’t serving me anymore. that’s something you used to tell me all the time, right? “if it doesn’t serve you, get rid of it” so, that’s what i’m doing. i hope in the future you’re able to find someone who will want nothing more than to hear you talk all day. i dunno. maybe you should just get a pet instead. you don’t have to worry about leaving the server or anything, i wouldn’t ask you to do that. but, i won’t be either. but i will be blocking you. again. i suggest you do the same. i mean, in the end it’s your choice, but.. yeah.  uh... have a good one. You saw it was a huge chunk of text. Paragraphs worth. Your response was a simple, “oh! that’s a lot, heh, give me a minute to read through it!”  You wish you hadn’t. You had an awful, gut-wrenching feeling when you saw the wall of text pop up that it wasn’t going to be good. You were cursing yourself, unable to tear your eyes from the screen even as the tears welled, and your chest felt like it was going to implode with how tight it was feeling, the way your entire body was trembling. You should have just stuck to your guns. It felt like you had the wind knocked out of you completely by the time you finished. All manner of liquid and nastiness was pouring from your face, but you couldn’t stop. You dropped your hands to the keyboard, hoping and praying that you still had time to send a message. MC: xyx, no wait, please!! i want to talk to you about this, please. BloomBot: Oops! Your message could not be sent.

[heavensickness]

blooming panic x isekai manhwa AU lives in my head. Disgraced and framed knight Quest. Mysterious and charming Duke xyx with a lavish lifestyle and strange hobbies (and a pet tiger). Genius but lazy imperial wizard Toasty. Charming, playboy crown prince nightowl who prefers art to politics/sword fighting & his stern aide onionthief who is a lowborn climbed up the social ladders with his nail and tooth and nags nightowl about his responsibilities all the time. nightowl's mom as the strict and cruel queen. MC suddenly reincarnates into this world while returning home from their office. OOOFFF

[nyxoholicwrites]

hii i absolutely LOVEE ur works!! hehe may i request domestic mc and toasty just making sweets together 🤲 mwehehehe also i hope u have a wonderful day/night!! <33

Hello anon! I'm happy to hear that you enjoy my fics!

Ofc you may! I am here to deliver after all

I am so happy that you requested toaster bc they have my whole heart and I haven't gotten the opportunity to write much for them so I AM READY <3

Awee thank you! I hope you are also having a wonderful day/ night!

Now, let's get baking shall we?

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice

NakedToaster x GN! Reader

Prompt: What better way to spend the day with your beloved than baking sweets?

TW: The ending is a bit suggestive but nothing explicit, the rest is up to your imagination hehe

It was a cold winter evening, snow had embraced the whole city, covering every street and corner with its cloak. The lights of each building burned bright, the whole city had a certain warmth to it, thanks to them, all felt right. Behind the closed door of their shared living space, the sounds of an enemy being slain could be heard, and a victory was claimed.

After a tiring week of working at their respective jobs, the couple had decided on staying in for the weekend, enjoying one another's company. All of the collected exhaustion left their bodies the minute they had laid in their bed and slept till their heart's content. The whole day was spent playing the critically acclaimed MMORPG FFXIV, their screens burned bright and their levels soared higher, no chatter between them was needed, other than a few helpful hints from Toasty, for a comfortable silence filled their room as they basked in the time they spent together.

Usually, during their famous raids, xyx would join the couple, never failing to tease the two every time an opportunity presented itself. And, although they never did mind his company, today was their day, and being the good friend he was, he respected their wish and left them with a suggestive remark. His words never failed to make the calm and collected Toasty burst in a crimson blush, but, before he could retaliate, xyx had made sure to log off quicker than they could summarise why FFXIV is worth paying $14.99 a month.

Eventually, Y/n rose from their desk, wrapping their arms around their pink-haired lover as he couldn’t help but jump in surprise from their sneak attack. “ Y-y/n! Where did you come from?!”

“ The other side of the room, I know, I am also shocked.” Their teasing remark made his eyes roll as he returned their dose of sarcasm with his own, “ Hahaha, very funny, did you need something?”

They couldn’t help but smile at them, they fondly gazed at Toasty, glancing at how adorable they looked, which was nothing new, but it was always important to remind them of said fact. Quickly, they smothered his face with kisses, unable to comprehend their sudden affections, his blush from beforehand had darkened into a deep crimson. They practically short-circuited at each kiss that decorated their visage, luckily, Y/n didn’t wear any lip product or they would have surely died at the sight of all the marks left behind.

“ I was thinking, why don’t we bake something? We haven’t made anything sweet in a while and I have been craving something sweet other than you.”

For those familiar with the Mortal Kombat franchise, Toaster was now experiencing a ‘ FATALITY’. “ I-if I agree, will you promise you won’t tease me anymore?” Although their facial expression was painted with a mischievous grin, they crossed their fingers behind their back, they never could resist teasing them with every chance that appeared, but for now, they would settle down with their mischief. “ Alright, I promise that I won’t tease you any further.” Remember kids, lying is a-ok as long as you get to tease Toasty along the way.

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After they prepped all of the bowls and utensils, the couple finally got to work. Beforehand, they searched through their cookbook, looking for an ideal recipe, something quick, something easy, something that would fulfil their sweet desires. There were many rather difficult desserts, some had a cooking process of two days which, in all truth and honesty, wasn't something their lazy attitudes were wanting to complete.

Just as they were about to give up, a certain sweet caught their eye, sugar cookies. The recipe filled their criteria and passed with flying colours and so, with decisive nods they quickly got to work. With a fast pace, they made the batter ready, mixing in all the necessary ingredients, and soon, the once empty oven was now filled with the sugary delicacy.

As they were pouring the icing sugar in the bowl to make the icing, it was not time to start their teasing, " Toasty, I have a question, after the cookies are done, can you take me to a bakery?" He slowly raised his eyebrow in confusion, a bakery? Why would they need to go to a bakery, especially in the evening? And as soon as they saw the confusion on their face, they knew they had won.

" Sure? But why would you need to go to a bakery?" With a slight grin, their long-awaited response left their lips, " Because I want a cutie pie like you∽" God, he can't catch a break today, can he? He groaned cutely as he blushed for the umpteenth time today.

Although the two have been together for well over a year now, they never failed to get them flustered, whether it was with their touch or words, simply being with them got them feeling like a teenager. That was one of the beauties of love, no matter the amount of time that passed, whether it was a month, a year, or even a decade, nothing failed to get you falling for them all over again.

As they snickered at his reaction, he finally decided to get revenge. Toasty was never bold with their affections, their love was always on display through countless gifts or an act of service, and although they were fond of their touch, it was mostly initiated by Y/n. But today was going to be an exception.

With a determined stare, they took a long stride to their beloved, before Y/n could question their intentions, their face was cradled between a pair of soft hands and their lips quieted as they were pressed against another pair. Their eyes widened in surprise and a crimson tint had spread itself over their cheeks, but slowly they leaned in and reciprocated Toasty's kiss.

The kiss was as addicting as the sugar that patiently sat in the bowl, but oh it was even sweeter than the latter. What had started as something sweet and innocent had soon heated into something passionate. They tightly held him in their arms as if they feared losing him, every moment was precious and they wished it could last forever.

They moved with such unison it felt as if they were two puzzles who fit perfectly once put together, and with each kiss, it was even more apparent. Before things could further escalate, the timer had soon buzzed a familiar tune and they broke away from their embrace, their breaths quickened to capture the air they had lost just moments ago.

" W-we really should get started on that icing now huh?" As they finally caught their breath, they ran to take the sweets out of the warm oven, shutting it off for the night, however, said sweets were the last thing they had planned for the evening. As they slightly dipped their finger into the icing sugar, they tapped it onto his nose.

" You know Toasty, I think I want my cutie pie instead ∽"

I will leave the ending to your imagination my dear reader∽

AN: I LOVE TOASTY SMM, probs gonna replay their route now

Hope you enjoyed the fic! Have a lovely day <3

[kookieswan]

Fix You

Jungkook x Loner!Reader (f)

Word Count: 474

Genre: College!AU, Angst (Eventual Hurt/Comfort and Strangers to Lovers if I continue this) Tiny bit of Fluff at the end.

Warnings: Mention to mental health problems, MC deals with some pretty intense depression and anxiety issues (although they aren’t directly mentioned, they’re alluded to), so this one might not be for some people.

Notes: This is really just a cathartic piece of writing for me to get some feelings out. I might expand on it, who knows.

Tags @parkdatjimin

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The warmth of the sun hits your skin as you walk silently along the trail, the nature around you almost as loud as your buzzing mind. You can’t decide wether to focus on your own thoughts or to just let everything drift into the background, to try an escape. There isn’t really an escape though, and there probably won’t ever be. Summers coming to an end.

Nothing changes.

College starts back up again. You wander into your first class uncertainly, a huge lecture hall where every face will remain unknown to you in the dimmed lights. Tripping over a step, you decide to sit in the back where you won’t be noticed. You like it that way. It has a nice view of the projection screen at least.

Nothing changes.

Group work is almost necessary when it comes to school, and is apparently a huge part of one of your classes. You meet the group and work with them diligently, but that’s all it ever is. Work, an environment that leaves little room for personal relationships. If there’s ever a meeting outside of class, you’re not aware of it. That’s fine, you’re used to it anyway.

Nothing changes.

You sit at home during New Year’s Eve, snow flowing from the sky freely as you sit in your toasty house. It’s empty except for you, but that doesn’t stop you from making an extravagant meal, with an unnecessarily expensive but nice glass of wine to sip on as you watch a holiday movie. The clock strikes twelve a few hours later and you realize that the holiday season has come to an end. Now it’s another month of silence.

Nothing changes.

Winter break has ended and you’re back on campus, the sidewalks slick from last nights snowstorm. It’s pretty at the very least, but not very safe. Glancing down at your phone, you don’t pay much mind to your surroundings as you go over you schedule to make sure you have the correct classroom. A mistake as not soon after you bump into something very solid. Very warm. Very strong.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Are you alright? I’m Jungkook, sorry I can be such a klutz heh.” Glancing up, you lay your gaze on some of the warmest brown eyes you’ve ever seen as the man turns. He peers down at you, wavy blonde hair falling into his warm brown eyes. His thin lips are curled at the end, large bunny teeth poking out.

“Hi. I’m fine. Sorry I bumped into you.” You pass by him easily, a normal interaction on a regular day, right? Wrong. He follows you deeper into the room and plops down right next your chosen seat, animatedly talking and asking you about yourself. You blink a few times before quietly replying, the smallest of smiles gracing your face.

Something changes.

[yourflxnnelcure]

GUESS WHO IT IS!! (its me its cam)

i come asking for asexual mc x blooming panic OR if u think any of the blooming panic peeps are on the ace spectrum 👁👁

CAM MY BELOVED‼️‼️ you are single handley giving everyone ace rep and I love you for it. I feel like this will be very similar to my ace mc last legacy post so I’m gonna give like two for each of the characters instead of a whole thing so I don’t repeat myself (because I am insecure and do not want to be slandered 😓)

okay so to start ,, toasty is the one that gives me Demi vibes

they aren’t the most sexual person but when they care about you and get to know you mf will do whatever you please ,, gotta give them that funky connection first ofc though

now for the ace mc headcannons ‼️

quest ever the respectful man def knows the most about the ace spectrum and what not

he’s so cool and chill about it like he dosent make it a big thing just oh! that’s cool! :)

he really just wants to get to hold you honestly and give you a few kisses because you’re so cute he can’t help himself

xyx dosent really fully understand at first but he’s also very cool about it ofc

he asks you questions and is always careful to ask what you’re comfortable doing and not doing before even trying to like hug you

he’s a big fan of kissing and if you’re comfortable with making out he will happily do that forever

mans loves peppering your face in kisses or kissing your knuckles while you guys hold hands

he’s content with any sort of affectionate you’ll let him show you

nightowl is like the most sexual li i feel like ? but even so he is also (ofc) very amazing abt it

he researches a shit ton to show you he cares and def buys you all the ace flag shit he can ,, pins, flags and hoodies galore

when he first meets you he kisses you and then pulls away all panicked and is just ?!?! I am so sorry is this ok

you laugh and kiss him again because he’s dumb and deserves it

since i think toasty is on the ace spectrum he probably already knows tbh

they’re just oh yea that’s dope me too! you guys both are very good at showing ur affection in non sexual ways

just you seated on his lap while he games and you braid his hair <3

the other lis tease you guys whenever toasty accidentally makes a sexual joke or comment and you play along but both of you know how content you are with the way your relationships going

gross. theyre all in love 😒

[otomes-and-tears]

♦  You spin me round (like a record)  ♦

► tags/warnings: Background NakedToaster x MC, MC has female pronouns

► words: 1189

► summary: 

Opening the box was her first mistake. Inside there were two things: A smaller, white box with a transparent lid, that housed a bright pink fidget spinner and a note, that read:‘

‘‘It has begun. Get ready, LovelyLola, there is no stopping it now :)’’

► a/n: My entry for the Bloomic server’s 2k celebration ♡

I can’t believe that this is my first fic for this fandom lol

► Masterlist

It was a bright, summery day when the first package arrived on MC’s doorstep.

It was a box, too big for the contents inside it, with the familiar smiley Amazon logo.

It was odd— it was mailed to her, with her full name and address correctly typed out on the standard-issue sticker, but she doesn’t recall having made any recent purchases that would warrant receiving packages.

Still, it was an amazon box, a gift, probably and she was curious about what might be inside it.

Opening the box was her first mistake.

Inside there were two things: A smaller, white box with a transparent lid, that housed a bright pink fidget spinner and a note, that read:

‘‘It has begun. Get ready, LovelyLola, there is no stopping it now :)’’

It was ominous. But as she picked up her fidget spinner, taking it out of its box and giving it an experimental spin, she thought “that doesn’t sound too bad for a prank!’’

That was mistake number two.

The following package arrived three days later after she had promptly forgotten about the gift and its (not so) mysterious sender. It was still the same-sized box, but this time, with two fidget spinners inside it.

The note this time was simply a smiley face. Two dots and a closing parenthesis. Not a whiff of ominous text or any semblance of an explanation at all.

That night, when she entered the server, MC attempted, in vain, to drill out information from her online friends which proved to be mistake number three.

The very next morning, right as she left for work, she found package number three. The box was a bit heavier this time— with not one, or two, but ten fidget spinners. All in various types of leopard print. It had a note this time, which said “Thought we might up the ante.’’

You see, this is where MC grew concerned.

The note confirmed the existence of a ‘’we’’.

Before, MC had assumed that it was a result of Toasty messing with her.

He had sent her things before— new headphones after he had complained about her audio quality in calls, a steam gift card with just enough money to buy final fantasy XIV and paid for food delivery after she mentioned during a call that she was hungry but too lazy to cook. It was just one of those things they did as a couple in a long-distance relationship.

Her address was something that he’d long been privy to. She even knew theirs and sent them a package with gifts and a handwritten letter for Toasty’s birthday, months earlier.

She had suspected that one day, he’d use this knowledge from evil, but she didn’t quite expect Xyx to be involved in it too.

That surely complicated things. While Toasty might be influenced by MC batting her eyelashes and asking him, nicely, to stop, but Xyx would likely only make the torment worse.

Still, it couldn’t hurt to try, right?

The packages stopped for a while.

At first, she was apprehensive— the second package took three days to arrive, after all. But after a whole month, she had presumed that they had simply grown tired of the joke and wrote it off as a thing of the past.

They laughed at her expense, she has gotten thirteen fidget spinners out of that ordeal, Xyx and Toasty could tease her over it on the server and she wouldn’t have to worry about finding new places to store her collection of fidget spinners.

It was perfect. Everybody wins!

Believing that it would last was mistake number four.

The fourth box arrives, two months later, just a few days shy of MC’s birthday. It’s sitting innocently on her front porch.

It’s small, and just like the first parcel, it only contains a fidget spinner and a note:

“The worst is yet to come, doll :)’’

The message fills her with utter dread.

Xyx had Toast had months to plan.

She was terrified of learning what they came up with.

It didn’t take too long for MC to find out.

A mere hour later the doorbell rings, and she’s face-to-face with a new package.

MC closes her door and prays that one of the neighborhood porch pirates snatches it before she has to drag it inside.

She cracks the door just enough to take a picture of it— the box is considerably bigger than the others before it, and visibly heavier.

[LovelyLola has entered the chat]

Nightowl: H

Nightowl: E

Nightowl: L

Nightowl: L

Nightowl: O

Nightowl: you’re right on time!

June: Please tell him that the ocean isn’t a soup I’m begging you.

LovelyLola: @nakedtoaster @xyx CAN EITHER OF YOU EXPLAIN THIS? LovelyLola: [picture]

NakedToaster: ???

NakedToaster: it’s your birthday gift

xyx: it’s a box

xyx: looks like its made of cardboard

NakedToaster: you should open it

LovelyLola: i wont

LovelyLola: i know what’s inside.

xyx: and what would that be

LovelyLola: FUGDETSPINNERS

LovelyLola: **fidget spinners

xyx: fudgetspinners

LovelyLola: shut up

LovelyLola: quest back me up on this

June: Quest isn’t online

LovelyLola: June!! you’re a sensible human being…

NakedToaster: just open the box

LovelyLola: NO

June: Maybe you should open the box

LovelyLola: NOT YOU TOO

Nightowl: don’t open the box

LovelyLola: THANK YOU NIGHTOWL

LovelyLola: YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE HERE I CAN TRUST

NakedToaster: I promise you that it isn’t a fidget spinner.

LovelyLola: ….do you promise?

NakedToaster: i promise

LovelyLola: reallyreally promise?

NakedToaster: i promise

MC sighed. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her beloved partner, more that she knew him well enough to expect something.

She opened the door, slowly, carefully, as if the box was a wild animal, set to attack her, and dragged it inside.

It wasn’t an amazon package this time, she could tell by the lack of logos and the brown-ish tape used to close the lid of the box. It was also even heavier than expected and the effort necessary to bring it inside made her curse at NakedToaster and xyx so many times she half believed that their ears were burning from it.

She grabbed the box cutter from the counter and made quick work of opening it up, not wanting to delay the inevitable any further.

As expected, they were fidget spinners.

Hundreds of them, all free of the little white boxes with transparent lids that came with the previous fourteen of them.

So many that one fell just by MC opening the box.

For a moment she could only feel horror. How much money had xyx and NakedToaster spent on this? How many were even on the box? What the actual fuck would she do with so many fidget spinners?

As she stared at the contents, she noticed a small, white, envelope just barely peeking out from in between possibly hundreds of colourful, plastic toys. She reached to grab it, not caring about what toys fell.

MC was just desperate for an explanation. Any explanation at all.

The envelope had her nickname engraved on the front, with a small but neat cursive.

She opens it up to reveal the note inside:

…That was completely blank.

[leviathans-watching]

How about Lucifer and cuddling near the fire bc it’s cold?

cuddling near the fire with lucifer

includes: lucifer x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated g | m.list | holiday prompts m.list

a/n: this was so cute omg i hope you like it!! thanks for requesting <33

please reblog mwah

“this house has no freaking heat in it,” you complain, debating putting on a second pair of socks. “you stupid demons who can withstand extreme temperatures.”

lucifer looks up from his tablet, the firelight dancing across his face. “are you cold, mc?”

“yes,” you say plaintively, rubbing your arms. “i’m freezing.”

“you should have said something sooner,” lucifer tsks. “i’ll turn the thermostat up for you.”

“that’ll take too long.” the manor is so large it’ll take forever for things to be sufficiently warmed up. “i’ll surely freeze by then.”

lucifer, at this point just fondly amused by your complaints, eyes you. “well. the fire is plenty warm. if you’d like you can come sit with me.”

“is that even a question?” quick as a flash, you’re around the couch, in front of the fire where it’s already noticeably warmer. “let me under there,” you say, gesturing to his cloak.

lucifer does as you demand, lifting it up for you to settle under. you’re practically in his lap, but neither he nor you mind, so you continue to get comfortable, snuggling deeper into his side. lucifer runs hot, something that bothered you a little in the warmer months, but now, you’re so, so grateful for it.

“why didn’t i do this sooner?” you ask rhetorically, making lucifer snort, something he only does around you. “i’m never leaving this spot.”

“that’s fine with me,” lucifer replies, drawing his cloak tighter around you. “by all means, stay as long as you’d like.”

you get lost watching the fire as lucifer continues to work on his tablet, probably answering emails or something. whatever it is, it’s unobtrusive and he’s calm enough doing it you figure it’s not a problem. the fire pops and crackles delightfully, and you’re once again struck by how similar things from the human world and devildom sometimes are. the fire is the same flickering orange, reminding you of sitting around a campfire in your childhood.

you see lucifer put a mug to his lips, and with great effort, free one of your arms so you can make grabby hands at it.

“what.” lucifer raises an eyebrow at you. “you want some?”

“please?’ you ask, doing your best puppy dog eyes, knowing even if you didn’t, he’d let you have some anyways.

“fine.” your fingers brush as you take the mug, sending a spark of warmth arcing through you, making you smile. he's just drinking normal tea, some devildom blend, but it's good enough for you.

“thank you,” you say politely, handing it back like you’re not a complete menace to him. by this time, your little pocket of air is toasty warm, both by the fire and your combined body heats, making it easy for all of the muscles that had been tensed up due to the cold relax. you pillow your head on his shoulder, the (maybe) faux fur on his collar soft and comfortable.

you're kind of glad the house was cold, now. it allowed this to happen, didn’t it?

leviathans-watching's work - please do not repost, copy, or claim as your own

[shookspearewrites]

Any Day Now, Leonardo x MC

Good evening my ducks! Please have this lil Leonardo ficlet thingy that I wrote bc I had Leo brain worms 🥺

Tagging @alby-rei and @leonardhoee bc I know that Leonardo is their big fave eee~

Warning: Pregnant MC and also brief, non-explicit mentions of sexual activity. Please do not read if you could be uncomfortable with such content!

- JJ x

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Leonardo Da Vinci:

One hot June night as the moon rose over le Comte’s mansion, MC slept peacefully on top of the warm duvet which was simply too toasty to snuggle into in the summer heat. The mansion’s resident lady smiled softly as she dreamt, her beautiful hair strewn about the pillows, finally free from the confines of the neat bun which she often wore. MC found sleeping during the Parisian summer near unbearable if she were to wear her nightgowns so, as she did on many nights, she found herself sleeping in just a pair of panties and one of her husband’s shirts.

There came a gentle, quiet knock at her bedroom door and a warm, loving call of her name but, there was no reply. Leonardo Da Vinci walked into his wife’s bedroom, closing the door behind himself as carefully as possible as not to wake her. The vampire strode over to the four poster bed where MC lay and sighed deeply as he kicked off his boots and lay down next to her, his large hand absentmindedly trailing across the expanse of her heavily pregnant belly, the shirt that she wore having ridden up to expose her tummy. Leonardo soon found himself propped up by pillows as he stroked his wife’s baby bump, unable to tear his gaze away from where his hand caressed her smooth skin. MC sighed contently in her sleep as her husband’s hand ran smoothly over her bump, “Ah cara mia,” Leonardo smiled as he traced a heart shape onto her skin, “You work miracles, you know?” He knew she couldn’t hear him, too busy relaxing in delicate slumber but, Leonardo didn’t care - He felt so much adoration for MC that he couldn’t seem to keep the words in his mouth.

The pureblooded vampire shifted to lie on his chest, his head resting in his hand and propped up by his elbow as he now looked directly at his wife’s baby bump, leaning his head down slightly to press two or three little kisses to her belly, making the woman hum approvingly in her sleep. “Our little tesoro is due any day now, huh?” Leonardo grinned when he imagined holding their child in his arms for the first time, his heart skipping a beat at the thought. He chuckled warmly, allowing one of his warm hands to go back to stroking MC’s bump gently, “Now will you be bambino or a bambina, hm?” He asked, his voice a warm whisper, ”You’ve kept us waiting for so long, mia gioia - Are you as excited to meet your Mama and Papa as we are to meet you?”

MC groaned in her sleep, her hand flying to her belly when her baby kicked her which made her husband smirk before his own large hand soothingly rubbed the spot where the baby had kicked. “I guess I’ll take that as a yes, then, little one.” Leonardo pressed a few more kisses to MC’s bump, warm and sweet before his gaze trailed up to see her beginning to blink her pretty eyes open, “Scusa, cara mia, did I wake you?”

“Hm?” MC grumbled softly, slowly sitting herself up against the plush pillows, “No, its fine, Leonardo - Baby just kicked a bit too hard.”

“Oh cara,” the vampire replied as he quickly moved to lie next to his wife properly and wrap his toned arms around her as well as he could without squeezing her bump, “Our little tesoro is just excited to come out, I bet.”

“You think so?” The lady brushed some deep brown hair from Leonardo’s face where it’d stuck to his forehead in the summer heat, her lips curling into the sweetest of smiles as the couple gazed at each other, “Well, with such a handsome father, I don’t blame them.”

“And with such a beautiful mother, too,” Leonardo mused, leaning forward to kiss MC’s lips softly once and then both of her cheeks and the tip of her nose, “ ‘Can’t see why they wouldn’t be excited to meet you, mia dolcezza.” His hand once again found her belly, stroking it tenderly and smiling softly until that smile became a wicked smirk which he shot MC’s way, “We made this baby together.”

“We did,” MC giggled, resting her hand on top of her husband’s and caressing his knuckles with the pad of her thumb, “I had a lot of fun doing that part, you know?”

“Oh I know, MC,” Leonardo chuckled lowly, slipping his hand around to MC’s behind and squeezing it firmly, smirking wider when she squeaked in surprise, “Mhm, you shrieked just like that. I like that, cara mia,” he purred, “Maybe one day we should make another one just so I can hear it again?”