#you can tell that I'm normal about mc if you haven't noticed it before

[ink-ghoul]

( dont think about minecraft types of players and power scales, don't think about minecraft types of players and-

Okey so I consider that adventure players are the most limited ones, they have 1 purpose and 1 only, to live an adventure tailored by other beings, the things they can break, craft or explore are controled. But this limitation results in other strenghts, they are great fighters, traceurs and explorers

Deciding where to place spectator players is a difficult one, because you could consider their lack of ability to do anything a con, but being able to fly free with no physical restrains, with access to see everything it's a very powerful thing

Survival is just as you know it, survival players are resource managers, builders, they have great will and appreciate the effort of the craft, the respect for the grind™, in their arsenal they have access to top enchanted gear

You could place creative players above survival, their access to infinite resources sure seems like a menace,but here's a thing, creative players lack strenght, an experienced survival player can still break blocks faster than a creative one with the proper tools, maybe killing a creative player is near impossible, but for sure you can escape from one

/op players are a different tier, this is where you start seeing really world-changing abilities, changing the weather to their advantage, the time of the day, summon any beast at their will, and they can basically kill you from anywhere anytime without effort, by just knowing your name

admins are a tricky thing, they can either abuse their power or be the benevolent forces that keep their worlds in peace, checked in place and making sure things run smoothly, being admin doesn't always represent a ruling role, it's more of a maintenance one. On top of being /op they also have access to The Console™ that can change the reality itself and how things work in the world

etc etc and so on

[midnight-bay-if]

~Hello~🤗

So, how would the ROs react if in an argument, the Mc got scared and flinched/pulled away (not necessarily out of fear or trauma, just a normal startle reaction).

Bye!

S: They didn't mean to do it. It's a rare occurrence in which S will raise their voice at all. They tend to veer towards ending arguments with telling glares rather than verbalise them. Today should have been the same, but exhaustion and personal frustrations had built up. They see you flinch, and instantly, their heart breaks. They were never meant to be this, another carbon copy of their parents.

With that cringe-inducing stray thought, S closes their eyes and takes a deep breath. Then, they shake their head, discarding the anger. "I apologise, MC, for my rash words. I would like to continue this conversation calmly, if and when you are ready."

Rain: They can't believe it. They can't even remember what made them so mad, to begin with. All they can think about is you recoiling from them, the slight flinch of fear repeating in their mind. Tears gather in their eyes as shame takes over. "I'm sorry, MC. I didn't mean to do that to you. How about we curl up over hot chocolates instead?"

Taj: They are too blinded by their anger to notice at first. Their voice has gradually gotten louder for the past five minutes; they haven't noticed you pulling away at the same rate. The tension culminates when, with frustration balled into their chest, Taj raises their hands, ready to rub their face, but the motion is too aggressive, and it startles you. Taj realises that, at that moment, you believe they are a person capable of hurting you. That scares them.

So, they walk away. They aren't calm enough to explain themselves just yet, so they do the only thing they can. Once the tension has died, they return to you with your favourite sweet snack and a letter. Words are hard for Taj in the moment; writing down their thoughts is easier. "Here, Koel," they mutter. "Read this. And, I'm sorry."

N: In any other circumstance, N would feel proud of having made someone flinch by merely raising their voice. But this time, it feels different. This time, they feel something akin to shame. Which is absolutely preposterous, mind you. Still... It wouldn't do to have you upset with them over such a minor infraction... "Now, my dear, this is unbecoming of us, don't you think? How about we skip this unpleasantness and relax with a nice bottle of wine?"

If you do not seem amenable to the suggestion, they will drop the pretence and soften their voice. Somewhat, at least. "Do excuse my abominable behaviour, MC. It is too easy to forget I am no longer battling the wills of other demons."

Umbra: How could they? What right did they have to do that to you?! They saw it. THEY SAW IT! The fear was there, momentarily perhaps, but it was there. They're monstrous.

Umbra spent so long convincing themself they could do better; be better for you... It made them lose sight of what they are. The kindest option left would be to leave you entirely, but they have never been that selfless. How do people usually go about taking back the hurts they've caused. In their panic, they can't remember. So, instead, Umbra lets instinct take over.

With tears in their eyes, they fall to their knees before you and reach up to grasp at the hem of your shirt with their eyes firmly set on the floor. They do not deserve to look at you. "I don't know what came over me, MC. I'm so sorry. These dirty hands have no right to be so close to you, but I'm too afraid to let go. Please, forgive me."

(I'm so sorry these are so long. But I hope these are okay, haha.)

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

I haven't seen it yet but full hc for the m6 with an MC on the ADHD spectrum

The Arcana HCs: M6 with an MC who has ADHD

~ @themushroomgoesyeet hope you like these! I'm writing half from personal experience, half from what I've read and heard. Please let me know if there's anything that need correcting! ~

Julian

ADHD is a less familiar subject for him, if only because his areas of specialty so far have been contagious diseases and battle wounds

He's also not really one to judge you for difficulty keeping a sleep schedule, self-medicating with caffeine, or spending days on end obsessively learning everything you can about a specific subject

What's abundantly clear to him, though, is that you do not deserve to live with the guilt that comes from your own brain hijacking every commitment and interest that it doesn't prioritize

He knows what it's like to feel guilty for something that wasn't your fault, and he doesn't like seeing you live with it

The way he sees it, he's even more to blame for his shortcomings than you are, because you're actively working against your own brain and he's just ... sad (you'll have to tell him that this is not true)

This is going to become one of those shared challenges you tackle together as a couple

He'll write down all the bad effects of too much caffeine to motivate him to reduce your combined intake

You remind him to go to bed with you at a decent hour and call it "poetry time" instead of "bedtime" to trick both of your brains into not thinking of it as the end of the day

Asra

They love you. They love you so much. They never, ever want to get in the way of your preferences and vision

He enables you maaaybe a little more than he should

Staying up late is a great idea! Spending the entire day on your current fixation with no break to go outside or talk to people? Hey, don't let them ruin your fun ~

Thankfully, he cares about you far too much to leave you to engage in anything genuinely self destructive

Once the amount of caffeine you've consumed goes from "inadvisable" to "concerning," once your sleep schedule goes from "not ideal" to "dysfunctional", they'll step in in the gentlest way

Another cup of coffee? Let him get you some soothing tea. Another all-nighter? Snuggle him first, let him help you meditate a bit and see if you don't get drowsy

Nobody can combat executive dysfunction like this magician

All it takes is them feeling the slowly building dread through your bond, and they're lovingly poofing you off of the couch/floor/counter and into a very ticklish hug

His lifestyle is heavily ADHD coded as it is. He remains completely unfazed by the roller coaster that your brain can be

Nadia

To her, you are the best possible version of her opposite

She has a hard time changing between trains of thought. You reboot yours every time you walk through a door!

She sometimes forgets to slow down and appreciate the small things in favor of the bigger picture. You, on the other hand, are constantly pausing to notice them

And don't get her started on how much she admires your capacity to learn so much specialized knowledge in such a short period of time. It's truly astonishing and she adores it

However, she can tell that leaving it unchecked and untreated will make it difficult for you to function in the Palace's normal setup, much less follow regular routines

Quick to find a specialist in your condition and set up a few sessions with them, coming up with ways to work with your diagnoses and exploring medication options that you like

Insanely good at helping you keep your mind on track and regulate your attention and focus levels, even when it means pulling you away from a task that's about to eat up half your day

Likes to idly study the chaotic way you manage your personal spaces and try to figure out what the method to the madness is

Muriel

What, you think he's not used to living with a chaotic being that'll start three projects in a row before randomly walking out and not reappearing for several hours? Please.

Truthfully, there are some small things that annoy him. He likes predictability, and your base state of functioning is taking the next random tangent. That's not easy to not worry about

However, he knows that living with him takes plenty of patience as well. As long as you two can be patient with each other's quirks, and respectful when you lovingly intervene, that's what matters

He still loves hearing you ramble

He likes watching your eyes light up, listening to the excited lilt of your voice as you infodump all the new specialized knowledge you've gobbled up

That aside, he does love learning. Each of your new fixations is a new field of education for him by proxy

He's also someone who thrives on habit and routine and isn't afraid to put his foot down when your wellbeing is involved

He will scoop you up in his arms and lovingly carry you to bed when the bags under your eyes get too prominent and you start to nod off mid-sentence

Portia

Portia looks at you like you hung the moon. Portia thinks that every magical thing you do is mind-blowingly amazing. Portia assumes that all of your little quirks and non-habits are just you being you

Hey, if finding one specific food and eating it and only it for days on end is something you want to do, cool! Maybe it's secretly satisfying some magician's craving!

You're going to think about one thing and one thing only and learn everything there is to know about that thing? That's some badass scholarly behavior right there.

Well - except for the part where you forget something exists as soon as it's not in your hand anymore, or where time really does seem like a social construct, or where you somehow get physically and mentally stuck in one spot without being able to move

That looks ... miserable

Nobody can manage chaos like she can. She'll help you snap out of it, she'll remind you to eat and sleep and take your meds, she'll regularly ask when last you went outside or took a bath

And when you mess up - when you miss an event, or fall behind schedule, or leave things to pile up until they're too much - she'll be right next to you with an encouraging smile and plenty of grace

Lucio

This works either really well or really poorly, depending on the day, how he's doing, how you're doing, what you're both supposed to be doing, what the weather's like ...

It's unpredictable, but that's the fun of it!

Much of the time, your strong points support each other. There are few feelings Lucio hates more than boredom, but with a brain like yours around, there's always something new to try or think about

Few things cause the kind of bone-deep discouragement and guilt that constantly missing things does, but nobody values the importance of trying again like he does

On the other hand, sometimes you accidentally enable each other

Lucio's still learning the self-regulation involved with choosing to do something unpleasant and important over doing something enjoyable and completely useless

And if your brain decides that said pleasant thing is the only thing it's going to function for, well, not getting sidetracked is almost impossible. Good luck to you both

Thankfully, you both have a lifestyle that allows for unusual schedules and working styles. As long as you have each other to keep trying growing, you'll never get stuck for long

[dualityvn]

If it isn't too much could we get a little story about the boys being jealous from Mc bumping into their ex (Mc ex that is)

All His (GN!MC x Keith)

You and Keith are walking home hand in hand. You stopped by his workplace after running an errand around the time his shift would end. And now you get to return together.

The weather is nice, which makes the walk pleasant. And you get to listen to Keith telling you about his day. Apparently, he got a fun order today.

As he's about to tell you which flowers he picked for the center of the arrangement, you notice someone familiar walking towards you from the opposite direction. You try not to visibly cringe at the realization. You want to think of an attempt to go unrecognized, but it's already too late. He saw you.

"Y/N! It's been so long!" your ex says as he stops in front of you, forcing you and Keith to a stop as well.

"Oh, hi," you say a bit awkwardly.

"You haven't been answering my texts."

Oh no. He'd always been the insistent type. Part of you had hoped he'd notice you're holding hands with someone, take a hint and go on his way.

"Excuse me," Keith cuts in before you can respond, probably having noticed that you're not very happy to see this person. "I don't believe we've been introduced."

"Right. This is Keith, my boyfriend. Keith, this is Andy, my ex." The word "ex" comes out as if it's painful to pronounce.

Neither of them seem to take the information well. Andy's eyes go wide, while Keith's features subtly harden.

"Oh, you got a boyfriend." There's a poor attempt at sounding casual and not at all disappointed. It fails miserably at convincing Keith.

"They did."

Keith slips an arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. "Now that you know this, perhaps you'll stop texting them."

The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. The normally timid and sweet florist is doing a pretty good job at intimidating the other guy.

"Chill, man. I wasn't trying-"

"You weren't? Then what business do you have texting them multiple times?"

Keith regular soft and gentle features are now held in a stern gaze that could make the sea freeze over. Andy doesn't enjoy it much. He holds his hands up.

"If you're gonna be like this, I'll go. It was nice seeing you, Y/N."

Keith doesn't take his eyes off him as he walks around you two and goes on his way. You feel like you can breathe again now that he's gone.

The rest of the walk isn't as pleasant as it started. Keith doesn't continue his story about flowers. His grip on your hand is a little tighter, though not enough to hurt you or feel uncomfortable. His features have softened, too, but a small frown remains as he stares at his own feet.

"Has he been bothering you for long?" he asks, just as the two of you reach the door to the apartment complex.

"Huh? Oh, he sent a few messages a few weeks ago, but I ignored him."

"Why didn't you tell him you're seeing someone?"

"I didn't really want to talk to him. I just hoped he'd give up. If he didn't, I would've just blocked him."

Keith doesn't say anything else as you two make your way to your apartment. Once inside,  you both busy yourselves with different tasks. You know by now that it's better to leave Keith alone for some time when he is angry, even if not with you.

Half an hour later, you notice he is still quieter than normal, so you join him in the kitchen, where he's started making dinner.

"Are you still upset?" you ask.

"What? I'm not upset." He looks at you with mild offense.

"Yes, you are. You still have your jealous face on."

"I- I have a jealous face?"

The fact that he can stutter and sound surprised means he's at least calmed down to a great extent.

You laugh. "Keith, you're the only one for me. Andy is just some idiot that I couldn't care less about."

He sets down a spoon as you walk up to him and place a hand on his cheek. The frown on his face relaxes and a tiny smile replaces it. Only to return a moment later. 

"I don't like how he talks to you, like he still has a chance."

"He doesn't."

You pull him in for a kiss. As soon as he notices what you're trying to do, his slips his arms around your back and attacks your mouth with his. Most of his kisses are gentle, but this one is desperate and possessive, like an angry cry towards anyone and anything that might want to take you from him.

He presses his forehead to yours when you break away from the kiss. Greed glistens in those blue eyes.

"Will you block him? And tell me if you run into him again."

"Alright, I will. But you have nothing to worry about. I'm all yours."

He kisses you again, softer this time and lingers there for a moment before speaking. "I'll never get tired of hearing that." More kisses trail down your neck.

"Hey. Weren't we going to make dinner?" you remind him.

The attack on your neck stops, followed by a small sigh. "I suppose we shouldn't skip a meal. Alright, let's do that first. But afterward..."

You give him a sly smile in response to his unvoiced question. It satisfies him, because he turns back to the counter.

[writingriver001]

Due to technical issues (I can't use Tumblr properly) I accidentally posted my draft earlier, panicked and deleted it after crying. So I don't have the actual ask to respond to, but I screenshotted it.

Whoever requested this I'm in love with you thank you. I love last legacy requests, especially with my bbg Felix (l'm so normal abt him.) I don't think I wrote him very well, but I don't know how he'd really react in a break up. I don't like to think about it because he's already lost Rime.

Anyway, I couldn't figure out exactly what to do.. So l'm doing a couple of mini scenarios for different situations in which they might break up.

Also, I do want to apologize. I have a six or crows request, and an obey me idea (of mine) but those are quite long and I am still slightly ill so I haven't gotten round to them yet. I'm doing this because it's small and simple, although it has taken me multiple days to do 😅

Anyway, to the scenarios! Writing these made me cry.

Felix & (Gender neutral) MC breaking up

Scenario #1 MC breaks up with him because they are dying and don't want to hurt him. (He doesn't know) I couldn't figure out how to end this so that's up to how you imagine it.

MC stared at Felix as he sat at his desk, that focused look they had grown to love etched on his face. Their heart ached in their chest, but this was better. It was for the best.

"Love... We need to talk." Their words are quiet, voice trembling, but Felix notices.

He looks at them, confused and worried. "What's wrong? Are you okay MC?"

MC takes a deep breath, the carpet suddenly be coming very interesting. "I can't do this anymore Felix."

His face fell and he shakes his head in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

MC closed their eyes, the ache in their chest worsening, but the doctors words echoed in their mind. They powered through, tears forming in their eyes. "It means we're done. I can't be with you anymore."

Felix's eyes widened in shock, and they are sure they can see his heart break. "Why? What did I do wrong? Can it be fixed? Tell me, I'll make it work, I promise-"

They shake their head, fighting back the urge to run into his arms, apologize, tell him whats really going on. "No. I'm going, I'm sorry."

Scenario #2 Felix breaks up with them because they are returning to their own world. I don't really like the way I ended this, but whatever, I feel bad for taking so long so I'm not gonna rewrite it 😭

Felix and MC stood facing each other, the pain clear in both of their eyes. Felix had to make a difficult decision, one that would break both of their hearts.

"I have to break up with you," Felix said quietly, his voice shaky. The familiar pain of losing someone was creeping into his chest.

MC's face fell, "What? Why? I'll only be gone a day or two."

"No. Time moves differently in our worlds. A few days for you will be years and years for me. By the time you return, I will be dead." He regrets his decision, seeing the pain in their eyes as they realised the situation.

"Oh." Before Felix can speak, they whisper. "But I don't want to lose you."

MC watched as he stepped closer, his hand finding it's way to their cheek and wiping tears away before kissing them gently.

It was short, too short. But at this moment in time, would any kiss be long enough? If only they could stay, and have all the kisses they want.

A harsh warmth appeared behind them before they could say anything else MC was pulled backwards through a portal to their own world, their screams falling upon deaf ears.

I hope these weren't too awful! I actually had a third one, but I already took too long with these so I didn't include it. Xx

[misc-obeyme]

Hello ^^ for your prompt event, can I request Asmodeus and 21. Surrender?

Hello there!

Okay I haven't had a chance to write for Asmodeus too often and I really wanted to write something fluffy and sweet, so this is what ended up happening. I really love Asmo's character so I'm hoping he's not too OOC here! Either way, I'm glad someone requested him so I had a chance to write him!

Thank you for participating!

GN!MC x Asmodeus with prompt Surrender

Warnings: none that I can think of

There was something happening between you and Asmodeus. Everyone was aware of it. You knew this because of the little remarks the brothers sometimes made about the two of you. Their words were filled with implications, but nobody had said anything directly.

As for you, you weren't sure what they were talking about. Asmo flirted with everybody, it was part of who he was. You couldn't deny that he had been clear with you about his own feelings. He often said how much he cared about you. But hadn't all the brothers said as much to you in their own different ways?

You refused to read into all the times Asmo had been there for you. The way he always seemed to know if you needed cheering up or the way he laughed with you when you were having a good day. It was like he was always in sync with your moods. He always knew just what to say and exactly what to do.

Still you were fairly certain that this was just how Asmo was. He always knew what was going on with his brothers, too. So it wasn't like he was focused only on you… right?

Either way, you couldn't deny how he made you feel. Whether he was aware of it or not, you certainly knew just how fast your heart raced any time you made eye contact with him. You noticed the way he smiled when he saw you. Like he was looking at the one thing in the whole world that brought him joy.

Most of the time, you kept these thoughts to yourself, holding them safe in the back of your mind. You let the butterflies flutter through you without responding, let yourself take a calming breath before speaking again. You would worry about this another time, you always thought.

So it was another normal evening in the Devildom and you were sitting in Asmodeus's room. He had said that he wanted to try using some new products on your hair and since you trusted him with such things, you agreed.

He had been doing all kinds of things to your hair while you were watching him in the mirror. You watched the way he carefully touched the strands, made sure to only apply things that he thought would actually work with your hair type, and how he carefully chose the cutest clip to hold chunks of it out of the way.

Your heart swelled at the look of concentration on his face. He suddenly seemed aware of your gaze and met your eyes in the mirror, smiling brightly at your attention.

"What do you think, MC?" he asked. "It's really coming together, isn't it?"

You smiled. "It looks great."

Asmo rested his hands on your shoulders, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "Darling, you didn't even look at it."

You blushed, knowing he was right. "Um…"

Asmo could have taken the chance to say something about how he was so gorgeous you couldn't stop looking at him. That would have been expected. Instead, he said, "You seem a little preoccupied tonight. What's on your mind?"

Once again, he knew exactly what to say. Something about the cozy atmosphere, there in his room, with his hands on your shoulders, and his lips beside your ear, caused the wall you'd been stuffing your feelings behind to break. You knew you had two choices. You could attempt to rebuild it, and fast, or you could surrender.

You twisted around in the chair to face him, looking up earnestly into his eyes. "You. You're on my mind. You always are," you said, the words tumbling out of you.

Asmo's eyes went wide with surprise. He could tell that you weren't flattering him or flirting with him. You were serious. He took your hands, lifting you up out of the chair before putting an arm around your waist. "MC, you're my everything," he said, leaning in to press his forehead to yours. "I hope you know that by now."

"Oh, Asmo," you said, putting your hands on his cheeks and letting out a soft laugh edged with tears. The overwhelming feeling of sweetness that bubbled up inside you at his words caused the first few tears to run down your cheeks.

Asmo gently kissed the few stray tears away before pressing his lips to yours. You could taste the tang of salt water mixed with the light floral flavor of his lip gloss. Your arms tightened around him and he pulled you closer in response. And although you finally gave in to your own feelings, you knew that in the end both of you would surrender to each other that night.

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[yjano]

Who I am now?

Part 16.

Pairing: Jake x Mc.

Genre: Angst, comedy, dark romance.

Warnings: Strong language, angst scenes. 18+ content can be found.

Words: 10k.

Author's note: This story contains mature topics and is not fully related to the duskwood game. A different parallel with different personalities. I want you guys to prepare yourself for this chapter. It was a tricky part to write so don't rush in reading it.♡

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Mc focus.

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"So what's on today's agenda?" I asked excitedly, slipping into a free seat at the dining table.

"I'm glad one of us is cheery," Nymos muttered under his breath, paving butter onto a piece of perfectly browned toast. Sam hummed in agreement, halfheartedly massaging his forehead. Lex, sitting by me, gave up on breakfast and just let her head drop onto the glass table, creating a dull thud...

I frowned at their state.

"What's up with all of you?" I asked lightly, helping myself to a piece of toast piled high onto a plate. Lex's body was still slumped forward.

"Whilst you stayed in like a smart kid, we were out partying like crazy." Lex drawled tiredly before narrowing her eyes at something on my neck.

"Though it looks like you and Jake had a little party yourself."

I stopped my mid-chew at her words, looking at her confusedly.

"Huh?"

"You got a hickey on your neck."

I froze completely. because Lex was right. There was a purpling bruise the size of a penny marring my warm tone skin, located just below my jaw and looking utterly eye-catching to the intrigued three friends who grinned at me. This hickey was caused by none other than the one and only, Jake Dalton.

"The real question here is what base they got to." A sleepy Nymos pointed out, lazily prodding the butter knife at a startled me. I glanced over my shoulder, thinking about escaping from the smirking friends.

Nymos slyly smirked with his eyes lidded but glinting shamelessly with curiosity.

"So Mc, tell me what base you two got on to. Jake has always been stingy about letting out his sex life details."

"That's because I believe sex is a private thing that's done between only me and my partner." Jake smoothly stated, walking into the kitchen and passing by the table where we were all sat at. Jake blinked at Nymos blankly. "Meaning that, unlike you, Nymos. No one needs to know what we do except Mc and me."

"What do you mean by 'unlike you, Nymos'?" Nymos retorted. "For your information, I'm very protective about my sex life."

In the process of raiding the refrigerator, Jake snorted at Nymos comment, looking up and quirking an eyebrow.

"You, as if you haven't told Sam about the things you've done with your partner."

"You told Sam about my kink?" An incredulous Lex asked Nymos her brows drawing together in disbelief. Sam put a hand on his mouth to hold in laughter.

"Is that why you kept that maid costume in the back of your wardrobe?" Nymos asked slowly, his tired eyes widening in realization.

"Oh my god, you two are horrible at keeping your sex life to yourself." Sam rolled his eyes tiredly and bit into a piece of toast with a grin on his face. Jake and I were stunned because Nymos and Lex publicly talked about their sex life.

"Horrible," Jake repeated, laughing and agreeing with Sam.

I was too mortified to comment so I was sitting there, awkwardly heating up like crazy and glowing a bright shade of red. I gulped down mouthfuls of apple juice, noticing Jake shooting me a small smile as he pulled out a milk carton from the fridge.

Now, normally, I'd flash a friendly smile right back but today. I felt incredibly shy after last night's deeds. I looked away and hurriedly gnawed at my crunchy toast. Jake looked away to pour milk into his bowl of cereals whilst smiling knowingly about my behavior change.

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Jake focus.

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We were under the lush foliage surrounding penthouses, lying beneath the multiple evergreen trees and gazing up at the sight of sunlight poking through the dozen branches. We interlocked fingers with each other.

I was laying beside Mc on the ice-cold bonnet of the jeep, I was smoking the last of my cigarette, staring up at the trees beautiful is what I thought. Beautiful is what I think of the accumulating moments spent with Mc.

Beautiful is what I think every time I look at my girlfriend. Every time she speaks, laugh, frowns, cry. Mc's just so incredibly beautiful. I concluded, tilting my head down slightly to look at her sleeping peacefully on my bicep.

Flecks of gold and amber seemed to embed themselves into her skin, making her slightly tan skin tone all the more attractive as she was laying there with me on the bonnet of the jeep, under the warm sunlight.

Her thick, dark lashes lined her closed eyelids prettily and her dark hair fell delicately over her eyes, her pink mouth was parted slightly and I could hear her inhaling and exhaling deeply, indicating that she was fast asleep.

So fucking beautiful.

I looked away to stub out my lit cigarette on the gleaming paintwork of the jeep. crushing the flame and marring the dark coat of the jeep with a small burn mark. I dropped the cigarette butt into the now empty plastic container.

I turned to look back at Mc and in the midst of internally cooing at how well she slept, I tilted my head down slightly to press the utmost softest kiss on her parted lips, tasting strawberries and cigarette smoke, I pulled away seconds later, aiming to not wake her up from her seemingly deep slumber.

Sighing contentedly, I gazed up at the patches of the sky peeping through the branches and smiled to myself, feeling utterly relaxed and calm. Something I hadn't felt much the past year.

My peaceful thoughts were abruptly halted when my phone rang, the loud, dissonant chime alerted me about an incoming call. Hurrying to not startle Mc awake from her nap, I answered the call without taking a glance at the contact name displayed on my screen.

"Hello?"

"It's been nearly two months, hacker boy. I told you to take your time but damn, I didn't think you'd take this long. What's up? Is there a problem?"

I've been blatantly avoiding Dan these days, I was stunned at the audio of his sudden grainy voice on the other side of the phone and gulped hard, removing the device from my ear so I could read the caller I'd imprinted on the screen of my phone. The thing is. Dan figure it out it was me who took Mc away. He allowed me to have my moment but he insisted to get her back home.

"Nothing's wrong." I coughed out as soon as I pressed my phone against my ear again.

"Are you sure? you took a lot of seconds just there to answer me back so simply." Dan mused.

"I'm just a little busy that's all." I hurriedly replied, clearing my throat loudly.

"If nothing's wrong then where's Mc? Where are you?" Dan asked, I heard Jessica's voice from behind. I sighed and bit my lower lip, stressing out slightly.

"You should let her go come now. Give it some time and catch Richy." Dan ordered after Jessica's voice disappeared.

I held my breath, peeking at Mc.

No.

No, no.

Say something, Jake.

"Uh, I need more time."

"Look, Jake, you either bring her back or I'm coming myself to beat your ass."

"Fine." Wait, no-

"Alright, you better keep your promise." Shit.

Groaning at my weak attempt to talk to him about my and Mc's new relationship. I sighed, looking back up at the evergreen trees and suddenly they don't look so majestic to me. They're no longer just trees, they're tall beasts that loom over and seemingly entwine their hands over and around me, entrapping panicked me and closing off any possible escape route.

I will have to send her home. Powerless I ducked my head, reaching up with a hand to claw at my dark hair, frustratedly tugging at my thick locks.

They can't take my happiness away after only just finding it. That's too cruel, too cruel. I can't go back to how I was, I can't go back to hating myself, to distancing friends, to drinking and smoking away precious hours. I can't. I want to, no, need to stay with Mc. I don't wanna leave her side. I don't want to.

I don't want to become alone again. I felt sick.

I don't wanna lose a loved one again. Don't let me lose another. I now felt, truly sick-

"Jake?" Mc's voice broke me out of my suffocating thoughts. Shocking me into tearing my widened eyes away from the evergreen trees to look down at Mc.

My Mc looked so effortlessly beautiful lying there on my arm with her soft hair sticking up in tufts. She smiled at me lazily, completely oblivious to my heavy heart and desperate thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?" She yawned before nuzzling into my side and playfully swinging her leg over my body latching onto me. The simple feeling of Mc grounding me down pulled my panicking self back to the present moment, pulling me away from my rather hurtful past and the painful memories.

Mc wordlessly wrapped her arm closer around me before burying her face into my shoulder, receiving her daily dose of my scent.

"You're freezing," She mumbled. Recovering from the feeling of sickness coursing throughout my entire body, I breathed out heavily.

"Yea," I mumbled against her hair, closing my eyelids and trying to enjoy my happiness's warmth.

"Hey, babe?" Realizing just how much I needed Mc to touch me to awaken me. I curled my arms around Mc's waist, firmly holding onto her little frame.

"Mm?" She hummed, smiling against my shoulder.

"Just wanted to say I love you."

"W-what?" A startled Mc pulled away slightly to stare up at me. "You can't just suddenly drop that bombshell on me." She exclaimed. "I have to be ready when you say that."

I confusedly chuckled, getting distracted from the miserable dark cloud that hung over the future of our relationship.

"What do you mean 'ready'? You don't need to be ready to say I love you, just say it if you feel it, Mc."

"I have to be ready, okay? Saying those three words is a big thing, It's something precious and special. You can't just go around flinging it at me and expect me to say it back so easily." Mc whined, embarrassed by how inexperienced and extra she was being.

"That sorta stuff makes me shy so you gotta give me a heads up, Jake."

Now full-on laughing, I gently pushed Mc's too-long fringe out of her distressed eyes, totally disbelieving her demand to give her a 'heads up' when she says I love you to me.

"Alright, baby." I choked out, struggling to hold back my laughter after seeing Mc at me laughing.

"Am I allowed to say the three words now or do I need to give you a five-minute break? Or maybe a ten-minute break would suffice?"

Mc, growing beet red with embarrassment, shook her head.

"No. I am ready now."

"Okay." Grinning, I leaned in closer to an increasingly hot Mc whispering. "I love you, Mc."

Mc reddened and mumbled "I love you more." She nervously refused to meet my eyes.

"That's not possible." I hummed in reply, taking one of her hands and lifting it slightly up into the air above us. I smiled, pressing our cold palms against each other and locking our hands in place by entwining our fingers.

"Yes, it is possible," Mc murmured, squeezing my hand, "My feelings are proof."

"Oh?" I arched an eyebrow at her. "Then what about my feelings?"

Mc chuckled as we both gazed at our interlocked hands hovering in midair.

Things like Mc glowing crimson with embarrassment, her warm hugs, saying 'i love you' one more time. Holding hands together. This is all I lived for. These small moments, feelings, and expressions. They all make my heart swell, making me momentarily forget about the thought of leaving her.

I gave her hand a small squeeze and started up a meaningless conversation with her joining in brightly and smiling widely at me.

Smiling back at her, I listened to Mc attentively. I decided to ignore the fact that I'll have to leave her for the day and spend every moment I have with Mc today and fix up a fucking solution for everything. I have to protect her from Richy.

~

After driving back from the forest to the penthouse. Mc was sitting on our shared bed in between my thighs. She stared at my hand tattoo in awe.

"Pretty," She murmured, using the pad of her thumb to trace over the detailed curves and lines.

"Yeah?" I hummed, momentarily tearing my eyes away from the tv screen to look down at my beautiful girl wedged in between my legs. "I'm thinking about drawing up a few more designs and getting them done soon too." I mused, chuckling at how easily entranced Mc got with my tattoos. Mc hummed, nodding slowly.

"But what about you? Do you wanna get a tattoo done?" I patted her hip, motioning her to turn around on my lap so she'd face me. Her hands curled around my neck. I lightly grazed my fingertips over her exposed thigh.

"I'm scared of needles." Mc hummed out, growing hot under the feeling of my hand resting carelessly atop her upper thigh.

"And I have lo-low pain tolerance so it wouldn't work out." She stuttered, gulping.

"If you had high pain tolerance, would you want one?" I asked, half interested in her response and half just wanting to hear Mc stutter again. Now when I pressed my fingertips into the flesh of her thigh playfully. I smirked when Mc fumbled around more, mumbling out ineligible words and getting embarrassed before finally choking out.

"Y-yeah, probably."

"Oh? What would you want? Where on your body? Do you want it colored or just plain black?" I asked ruthlessly. Call me sadistic because I am finding it pretty enjoyable to see and hear Mc become so flustered at the simple feeling of my hand on her thigh. I focused solely on getting her even more winded.

"Colored ones sound nice," Mc breathed out, "And I think'd want it on my thigh. pretty flowers on my thigh. Ro-roses for example." She mumbled. Her words finally made me stop my actions and curiously regard her, a little startled by her exact wishes.

"Roses, baby?"

"Yeah, I want to have roses trailing up my leg. Small ones."

The gears inside my head started whirring when I conjured up a rather pretty mental image of Mc's soft thigh covered in inked roses. All of them messily trailed up her thigh and curved towards her lower stomach.

I was mesmerized by the fucking thought and found my right-hand itching to grab a pen and paper and draw it up before showing Mc, wanting to know if it was what she had had in mind. But then an idea struck me.

"I'll give you a tattoo," I said suddenly, making Mc frown at me slightly.

"Huh?"

Without answering her, I leaned away slightly so I could reach the bedside table to my left easily. I pulled the small drawer out, revealing the little content inside. A box of condoms, lemon-scented hand wipes, pocket tissues, spare batteries, and finally, a pen, a branded pen that I know is water-based and won't harm Mc with its ink.

"Baby, lie on your back for me," I instructed distractedly, hastily biting the cap off the pen and scrawling something on the back of my hand to see if the pen worked.

Mc sent me a questioning look, before laying on her back hesitantly. With a cap still wedged between my teeth, I grinned at her reassuringly before shuffling forwards to sit in between her legs and lifting the pen to Mc's exposed thigh.

"Wow, you're actually gonna give me a tattoo."

"Of course," I paused momentarily to rifle through the pockets of the leather jacket, searching for my phone. "And major bonus. It's going to be painless." I announced, finally grasping my mobile phone, bringing it out, and unlocking it. I chucked it lazily in her direction. Mc caught it before it landed flat on her face.

"To distract you," I said, ducking my head, refocusing on her thigh, and bringing the pen to skin.

"Why do I need the distraction?"

"One, you're gonna get bored because it's gonna take an age to doodle a shit ton of roses on your skin and two," I pointedly glanced upwards at Mc when she squirmed a little at the press of the cold nib against her flesh.

"And two, you're going to start to fidget if you're not focusing on something so have a go at the games on my phone. See if you can beat my high score." I said my last statement so cockily that Mc narrowed her eyes in a silent challenge.

"Oh, let's see, Dolton."

-A few hours later-

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Mc focus.

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Two hours later I still haven't mastered Jake's level on the highly addictive game.

I was sitting curled up on our bed. I one-handed enthusiastically played the game on Jake's phone whilst running my other hand through Jake's dark locks as he was napping on my untattooed thigh.

Sam, Lex, and Nymos were out to pick up lunch from the restaurant featured inside a nearby restaurant. The entire penthouse suite was quiet save for the sound of Jake's slow breathing and the soft sounds from the game.

It was peaceful and calming in my opinion and I wouldn't dare move from the comfortable position I was in.

One because I'm too engrossed in beating Jake's high score. Two, I don't want to smudge Jake's drawn artwork and risk having multiple black streaks ruin my "tattoo" and three. The warmth that emanated from Jake was way too comforting to retract away from easily.

So when the doorbell of the penthouse suite rang loudly and urgently, once, twice, thrice. I groaned out in irritation, reluctantly pausing the game and setting Jake's phone to the side. I gently pushed Jake's head off of my thigh and set the guy's lolling head on a nearby pillow whilst being careful not to wake him up from his seemingly deep slumber.

Why are they even ringing the doorbell?

I padded away from the bedroom space to the stretch of the hallway leading to the main entrance of the suite.

They all have those door keycards so why use the doorbell?

I hurriedly unlocked the latch and swung it open because godamn, judging from the person's incessant need to press the doorbell, my guest is eager for me to open up the door.

"Lex I swear-"

"Oh, thank god, it's you. Listen, I gotta tell you something real quick." A relieved Ikari breathed when her eyes flit around her surroundings, looking hesitant to be standing there before the penthouse suite, before me.

I stared at her stunned and rather confused. My brows knitted together with confusion when Ikari wrapped a small hand around the diameter of my wrist and hastily tugged me out of the doorway of the penthouse and into the small free space before the main entrance. I frowned at her actions.

"What do you want?" I asked slowly, carefully easing my wrist out of her freakishly strong grip, staring at her with a hefty amount of apprehension in my narrowed eyes.

What does she want? Why does she want to talk to me? Should I go and wake up Jake and-

"I need to warn you about Jake...I don't want you to be put through the same torture I had to face when I dated him. You don't deserve it, no one deserves to date Jake and to be faced with that. His terrifying abuse." She gasped out, her small hands curling into shaking fists, her shoulders similarly shuddering.

"Wait what?" I disbelieving gasped out. "Abuse and torture? Just what are you trying to say?"

"Jake, he may look all nice and good and great at first but let me tell you. He's not like that at all he's a demon." She burst out, unsteady hands flailing up to clutch at the material of her plain tee looking as if she was facing some sort of internal pain.

"He'll hurt you, call you names, will lock you up, and force you to do things." Ikari choked out, looking upwards at me and immediately catching me off guard with her eyes now wet with oncoming tears. "You need to run, you need to run away now."

"What? What the hell are-"

"He's so scary, he gets incredibly possessive and won't let you go anywhere without him following you. To public places, to meetings with friends and family, to everywhere." She took a sharp drag of air before continuing. "He once told me that it's a paranoia that one of his group's rivals will take me away and hurt me. But he was the only one hurting me. No one else, just him."

Ikari looked as if she was on the verge of experiencing a mental breakdown on my doorstep.

"I don't how the hell I managed to get here without breaking down." She commented, laughing mirthlessly through her tears. "I feel like I'd throw up if I have to see his face again."

"I, what, wait-"

"I'd have a new bruise decorating my body every day, you know." She whispered almost inaudibly as she was staring at the hardwood floorboards in a tearful trance-like state.

"I- no." I gulped with my fingernails digging into my palm and creating small crescent-shaped indentations as I was listening in on her traumatizing experience.

"No." I shook my head. "Jake would never do that. He's not like that at all. You're the bad one. You broke Jake's heart." I responded with my tone accusatory and disbelieving but there was a telltale hint of hesitation in my words. Ikari shook her head frantically, fat tears rolling down and staining her cheeks.

"Whatever they told you about me. It's all wrong. I didn't break Jake's heart and I never intended to break Lex's heart. I was just trying to save myself!" She sobbed, her chest now wracking with every breath she took.

"I tried to save myself from Jake. They're the ones lying not me, I promise you!"

"This doesn't make any sense!" My hands grasped my hair with growing frustration. "Why would Jake, how? I don't understand." I bit my lip, looking at her with hazed uncertainty in my eyes.

"I just wanted to run away from Jake to save myself, to free myself."

"But why would Jake act all nice now? Why lie to me about you?" I breathed out, dropping my hand from my hair.

"He's weaved all these lies and acts together to get you to feel love and sympathy for him, the fucking psycho." Ikari tearfully hissed out.

"No," I chewed on my lower lip. "I believe in Jake. He's the good guy-"

"No! why don't you understand?!" An exhausted Ikari cried out, fresh tears flowing freely down.

"He's not a good guy! He's abusive and disgusting. I thought he was protecting me, loving me but no. He's so fucked up, so fucked up that he's beyond even repairing."

"I don't know what to think." I swallowed thickly. "He's sweet and nice"

"Didn't you see the way he fought that guy Richy?" She asked imploringly.

"Didn't you see the way he repeatedly beat his head against that truck? He's violent and one day, he'll inflict that same violence on you. There's gotta be another moment when you've witnessed his violence." She pleaded when she noticed me biting my lip. She knows that I have seen another act of violence caused by Jake.

Unwillingly, I think back to when Jake had killed that thug, witnessing the very murder which had conceived that terrifying nightmare to follow onwards.

"Yeah, I've seen it," I mumbled weakly.

"You know what he's capable of and you're still here? Still, dating him? I know you're feeling confused and disarrayed by all this sudden information but Jake is truly bad for you. You need to escape while you have the chance." She begged relentlessly, grabbing ahold of both my hands and squeezing them with desperation as she locked teary eyes with me. "Every night, he'll hurt you physically, mentally, and sexually."

"I-"

"Just do it, godamn it! I can't see someone else unknowingly fall into his trap!"

"...Wow, you fucking disgust me."

Her head shoots upwards.

"W-what?"

All traces of hesitation and uncertainty was wiped off my face, leaving only a mirthless smile on my mouth and a quirked dark eyebrow.

I straightened up from my previous slumped posture and cocked my head to the side slightly. I gazed down at the girl. Ikari stared wide-eyed at me. I folded my arms over my chest and switched my lighthearted expression for one of contempt.

"Yeah, you fucking disgust me. Lying about something as horrifying as that just to get me to break up with Jake? Wow, how low can you get?" I chucked, shaking my head in disbelief before suddenly quirking my lips into a small grin.

"But hey! 8 for the acting skills. You nearly got me there but it's a shame that you didn't think this through clearly." I laughed quietly, lazily shaking my bangs out of my eyes.

Her slightly confused expression suddenly dropped, one of newfound amusement replacing it as I continued speaking.

"What did you say again? 'I'd throw up if I had to see his face again'? But oh my, how did you remain so calm and collected during the fight between Jake and Richy?" I questioned, feigning surprise. "Remember, you just strolled right up to them and didn't look anywhere close to throwing up or experiencing a mental breakdown upon seeing my boyfriend's face." I playfully taunted with a small, amused smile interlacing my features. Upon realizing that I had her fake person sussed out. Ikari brushed her hair out of her eyes lazily, laughing softly.

"Alright, you got me. Jake seems to have chosen you well, huh?" She commented dryly as she procured a clean tissue from her jeans pocket and used it to pat at her wet under eyes, deftly picking up the thin smears of mascara off her porcelain skin.

"Mm, I guess he did." I mused out loud before swiftly turning around. "Well, nice meeting you and seeing your little performance, Ikari, but I'm sorta busy at the moment so you'll have to excuse me." I nicely faked a smile before fishing out my keycard from the inside of my shorts pockets to open the now-closed door. I was about to unlock the door, swiftly enter the room, and pettily leave Ikari out on our doorstep but she quickly said words that stopped me from waving the keycard over the small sensor built into the door.

"Damn here I was thinking that you're probably nothing but a brainless bitch- But," She chuckled. "Guess I should've thought better of Mc Estrada."

I wasn't particularly surprised by her knowing me but I was rather surprised by my actions. I swiped the keycard over the sensor and using one foot to prop open the heavy oakwood door, I looked over my shoulder at Ikari who was staring at me.

"What are you trying to do? Get rid of me because you can't bear to see Jake happy. Or because you're just desperate for his attention now that he's distracted?" I asked a little too stiffly for my liking.

Fuck, I was meant to be all suave and cool.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Is it bad that that might be the reason why?" She laughed at me. "Need for attention? Boredom? Jealousy? Whatever the hell it is, it's telling me to get rid of you, honey, and you being smart just makes me wanna get rid of you more."

Though she was wearing a sweet smile on her features, the tone of her words was laced with sheer confidence and contempt.

"Oh yeah? Sorry honey, but I intend to go nowhere." I bit out.

"Ah," She sighed, fake sympathetic, "But remind me who you are again? You are the girl who's been missing for oh, nearly two months... right? What? Did you think I'd come here without a backup plan? My college drama classes might not have worked on getting you to leave but I'm sure the entirety of the Duskwood police force will me help out on this. Why don't you make it easier for us and just give up Jake by tomorrow, hm? Do us all a favor."

Whilst she spoke, I rigidly stepped inside the penthouse room and turned around so I could lean against the doorway and glare hard at her.

"Do your worst, Ikari," I spat out, "Jake and I are ready for the worst."

"Oh, we'll see about that, Mc."

I caught her beaming at me before slamming the door shut in her face. Maybe slamming it a little too hard because Jake woke up from his nap.

"Mc, who're you talking to?" He called out groggily from their bedroom, the sound of slow shuffling indicating that Jake was moving around.

I swiftly swallowed the growing lump in my throat and without thinking properly I spilled random words.

"Just room service. They got the wrong room."

I was not entirely sure why I lied to my boyfriend.

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Richy focus.

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Fucking hell.

I hissed gingerly applying an antiseptic cream to a stinging cut on my lower lip. I looked up at the mirror, at the bruises and cuts that decorate my fine features.

Well, what did you think he'd do?

I mentally rolled my eyes at my thoughts.

I sighed heavily, moving away from the mirror and walking out of the rather spacious bathroom.

Nah. Maybe it's for the best to stay away after all, I don't wanna face the wrath of hulk again, and let's not forget his twin brother that was eager to kill me.

I was soon brought out of my boredom seconds later when the sound of quick footsteps, my supposed girlfriend walked into our shared bedroom.

"I'm pissed," She muttered briskly as she entered the bedroom, huffily kicking off her high heels with pure irritation radiating from the entirety of her body.

"Well, hello to you too." I hummed out, lazily glancing at her rather disheveled appearance. But I decided that tv is more important than Ikari. I flickered my eyes back to the large screen, unsubtly ignoring her.

"I talked to Mc today." She sneered, angrily untying the hair tie that secured her loose ponytail in place. The word 'Mc' caught my attention.

"Wait, what?"

I sighed internally, I knew she'd try something with Mc.

"You didn't do anything, right?" I asked whilst narrowing my eyes at Ikari, mentally praying to the lords above that she hadn't done anything that'd inflict Jake's violent wrath on me.

Please, say you didn't do any damage.

"We just talked. I didn't do anything," She grumbled out, facing away from me and running a hand through her short, dark hair to untangle any knots.

However, my mental praise to whatever god is up there soon dissipates when Ikari looked over her shoulder at me.

"At least, not yet." She hummed with a smirk playing on her face. Knowing the look on her face means trouble which no doubt will affect me in some way shortly.

"Mc Estrada will regret being a smart ass and calling me pathetic for 'wanting Jake back now that he's so taken' which I so fucking do not want."

I raised an amused eyebrow at her.

"And just what exactly do you have in mind for her?"

It is funny for her to assume I'd let something happen at Mc.

"The entirety of the Duskwood city police force. Hm, and maybe national news too."

"Huh." I rolled my eyes, knowing I can get exposed too. "I don't think I like the sound of that very much."

(While writing this part I listened to Help round the corner by coldplay. It's up to you if you'd like to listen it♡)

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Jake focus.

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Soft, warm, pleasant, treasure, comforting, beautiful, good, and favorite. Those are a few of the many words that randomly popped into my mind when I was thinking about Mc. When I listened to Mc talk about something animatedly and with such fervor. I didn't realize I wasn't actually listening to her but simply staring at her. When Mc smiled at me and suddenly my entire being comes to a standstill. When I am touching her, kissing her, like when our lips are slick with saliva and we are utterly breathless with our hearts beating rapidly and chests racking with every forced breath taken. Only Mc seemed to reduce me to this state so easily.

Both of us pulled away momentarily to stare at each other hazily through lidded eyes as we hurriedly chased after our breaths. Utterly breathless, Mc grinned languidly at me as she adjusted herself a little more comfortably on my lap, and just like that, just when I thought I had regained my breath. My breath just whooshed right out of me, leaving me to dazedly look up at my beautiful, beautiful girlfriend.

Mc chuckled softly at the look on my face as she lifted both hands, lazily cupping my cheeks and caressing smooth skin with a barely-there touch, fingers grazing over cheekbones and a strong jaw. I caved into her touch almost immediately, allowing her to trace her fingers on my facial features.

"Where's this from?" Mc asked quietly when her thumb snagged over the small scar in my skin just under my eye. She glanced at the scar decorating my skin and run her thumb over the scar again.

"Happened when I was ten. I fought with Nymos for the phone."

"Who won?"

"Me, of course." I puffed out my chest a little.

"Of course." She laughed, still distractedly thumbing at the scar. "And tell me, Jake," She hummed. "Just how did you win?"

I looked less smug now.

"I ratted out him to mom."

"I thought so," Mc commented, grinning lopsidedly as she dropped her hands from my face.

"Mhm..." I murmured, sounding distracted. I tried to sneak my hands up Mc's t-shirt and feel warm, smooth skin beneath my fingertips. "I bet you were a troublemaker too."

"No, I was an angel," Mc stated defiantly. She allowed me to have my way and slip my fingers under her shirt and wander my hands coming into contact with her body.

She continued to carelessly chatter about her childhood and I mindfully reveled in her warmth as I gently pressed my fingertips into her waist, drawing her closer and mouthing relaxed kisses up Mc's neck.

Mc stuttered and faltered in her sentences when I pressed a deliberate kiss just above my made hickey, the sensitivity of the bruised skin kicking in.

"Jake." Mc whined quietly, "I was getting to the best part of the story."

"Who told you to stop?" A corner of my mouth curled up into a knowing smirk, I glanced at her with lidded eyes. "Go ahead and continue."

"Can't continue," Mc muttered grudgingly, although she tilted her neck slightly, giving me better access. "Because you're distracting me."

I simply grinned, tickling Mc's side to have her unwillingly giggle and paw weakly bat at my hand for me to stop with the unrelenting assault.

"Stop!" Mc burst out in between laughter. "Not fair, Jake! It's not fair!" She squealed, and with great difficulty she dragged herself out of my grasp, deftly rolling over to her side of the bed before I could recapture her and mercilessly tickle her to death.

I laughed at her when I saw Mc glaring at me and clinging to the edge of the bed, determined to be as far away from me as possible but not wanting to meet the hardwood floor with her body just yet.

"Not fair, Jake," Mc repeated less frantically as she watched me laughing loudly.

"Sorry baby but I couldn't resist," I said shrugging lazily with a shameless grin on my face. Mc rolled her eyes and reached for one of the pillows strewn over the king-sized bed, throwing it at my face, causing yet another rebuttal of my laughter.

"Thanks for the pillow," I chuckled, placing the cushion beside myself on the bed, and patting it thoughtfully.

"It reminded me to be a killjoy and get some sleep if we're gonna be a part of Sam's cheerleading team tomorrow," I said with an accompanying yawn.

Mc frowned now, faked annoyance dissipating as she sat up and climbed back into my readily open arms.

"It's only 11:30 pm." She hummed, and comfortably re-situated herself on my lap. "The night's still young." She mused as she lightly brushed a thumb over my scar.

"Yeah, but I-" I suddenly faltered as Mc's words sank into my mind. My brows furrowed the slightest bit. I turned my head around to confirm if her statement of the time was true. My eyes latched onto the little digital alarm clock sitting atop the bedside table. I suddenly tightened my grip around her, seeing that Mc was correct. 11:31 pm now.

"Jake, it's only 11:31 pm. What's the problem?" Mc commented confusedly, noticing the way my entire body had stiffened beneath her upon checking the time. "Jake?" She prompted quietly when  I didn't respond.

At the sound of Mc's softened tone, I reluctantly tore my gaze away from the alarm clock to look at my concerned girlfriend with a frown.

"Fuck, Mc. I've fucked up. Fucked up so badly. Shit, shit. Mc, get up," I cursed, loosening my grasp on her sides. "We've gotta get moving now."

Mc reluctantly detached herself from me and sat heavily on the center of the king-sized bed with a lost look on her face. She watched after me after I hastily pushed myself off the bed, moving across the room, lacing my fingers with my black hair, tugging on my locks with frustration.

"Fuck, how could I have forgotten?" I asked myself in a mutter, looking around frantically for my backpack and leather jacket.

"Forget what?" Mc asked, sliding out of bed and padding over carefully to where I was standing in the center of the room. "Jake, speak to me what the hell is going on?"

I didn't reply. I was too immersed. in the search for my backpack.

"We're staying here for Sam's race, right? So why do we need to go now? What's with the sudden rush now?"

"Because Richy's coming after you!" I responded exasperatedly, noticing and moving away from Mc to grab my backpack from off the couch.

"And we need to leave before he comes." It was all I said, walking back over to the bed, unzipping my bag with haste, and messily rifling through the contents. I can't tell her about Dan knowing about this. He's her closest friend and Jessica too. So using Richy as an example was good enough. 

"Richy is after me? But why do we have to ru-"

"Fuck, Mc, just stop asking so many fucking questions!"

She shut her mouth, staring into my widened eyes. I looked pained immediately after having said those frustrated and angered words to a startled Mc. I stuttered in my movements, cursing under my breath.

"Shit, I'm sorry but seriously, baby. We need to move and you standing there and questioning me like the FBI isn't helping, okay? So help me out here and please move." Although apologetic, my words were still laced with urgency and restrained harshness. Mc shook her head slowly.

"I'm not moving until you tell me why the hell Richy is after me." She said, attempting defiance. I in response sighed heavily and turned my body to face Mc wholly.

"Jesus Christ," I muttered under my breath. "He wants you. He was the danger I told you about. He's the reason I kidnapped you. He's here but me being a fucking idiot, forgot about it until now. But it's okay." I said more to myself than to Mc, "Because we can still run now and get away far enough from here. Yeah."

I resumed packing crazedly, picking up the pile of neatly and freshly laundered clothes, resting in the half-full wardrobe, and shoving whatever else I can inside the bag roughly. Mc blanched at my briefly spoken explanation. She stood there frozen whilst I stridden over to the bathroom, grabbing our toothbrushes and toothpaste and any other necessary toiletries.

On one hand, I feel like I am physically torn between choosing to either protect Mc and hurt myself or keep myself happy but potentially seeing Dan coming to get Mc in a hard way.

Neither option was particularly easing for me and I find myself feeling trapped, feeling so pressurized that I feared I was going to make a brash, sudden decision and severely regretted it afterward. On the other hand-

"Stop packing, I... I don't want to run."

At her stammered words, I abruptly stopped shoving a t-shirt into my backpack and jerked my head in her direction, regarding her as if I'd just been stunned.

"What?"

Mc's constricting chest heaved a sigh, she walked over to me and stood in front of me. Wordlessly, she leaned over a little and pries my fingers off the t-shirt in my hands.

When the t-shirt dropped onto the bedsheets in a crumpled mess of cotton, Mc entwined her fingers with mine, squeezing my tattooed hand comfortingly.

"Stop freaking out on me." She whispered, taking my other hand and also holding it. "And calm down, okay? I don't think I wanna run anymore."

"But you don't understand, Mc-"

"But I do understand. Richy is after me and he wants me. He wants to take me away and hurt me right?" Mc cut in quietly, looking me in the eyes. "Huh, seems like no one wants us together." She mused, chuckling as she continued.

"Ikari came by today when you were sleeping. She threatened to call the media and the police if I didn't break up with you by tomorrow morning."

"What?" I intercepted sharply with immense anger already culminating beneath my skin, "Why didn't you tell me about this? This just adds to the list of why we should leave right now. before that fucking-"

"Jake, I'm saying this for the third time in a row now," Mc stressed exasperatedly. "I don't wanna run away." She enunciated slowly, feeling my grip loosening around her hand.

"Why not? Don't you want to stay together?" I pressed my lips, staring at her. Mc shook her quickly.

"That's not the reason why. If we were allowed to, I'd never leave your side, Jake. I'd feed you chips while you do push-ups to those annoyingly loud gym playlists on your phone. I'd dance with you in the rain whenever and wherever, and I'd hold your hand through numerous tattoos. I'd bandage up your stupid injuries after you get into stupid fights with people. I'd- I'd do whatever for you." Mc blurted out with a beatific smile on her face.

"I'd even run away with you but, but... But what's the point?" Her smile faltered. "What's the point of running when we're going to get caught soon? Richy, Ikari, my duskwood friends, the police, the media, and the FBI. They're all after us. Me and you, baby. We've been against the world for nearly two months and I don't think we're gonna last any longer than tomorrow."

"What are you saying? I should just stand there and watch Richy take you away. No- listen, fuck them all, okay? I'm not letting go of you." I mumbled out in a decisive but quiet tone, slipping my hands out of her grasp to wrap my arms around and draw Mc close to my chest, holding her tight.

"I've only just got you."

"I don't wanna let go of you either," Mc murmured, ducking and burrowing her face against my neck, inhaling my scent.

"But remember our promise? The one we made when I was drunk off my ass and crying on your shoulder? About sticking together until it was necessary for us to part? I think now is the time to." She breathed out.

"But it's okay though because it's only temporary until we sort out everything." She promised in a barely audible tone.

"I'll handle my friends and police and you deal with Richy, okay?"

"Only temporary?" I looked uncertain.

"Only temporary," Mc assured.

"Okay then," I murmured begrudgingly. "But I'm coming back for you as soon as I've dealt with that fucker."

"I'll be waiting." Mc hummed softly, a smile present in her words.

~

We took the bus into the city, deciding that public transport would be much more inconspicuous than a sleek, black jeep speeding down motorways when the police will soon most likely check the CCTV cameras dotted around the city for any inkling of my whereabouts. Having taken the rather grim decision of traveling by public transport.

We were sitting at the back of a barely occupied bus, huddled together to keep the risk of freezing to a minimum. I tried not to inhale the muggy scent of sweat and greasy fast food that seemed to layer heavily over the interior of the bus. The rest of the few passengers seemed to be in similar conditions, warily but tiredly drawing their winter coats closer to their chests and rubbing their palms together.

I draped my shoulders with my leather jacket and draw Mc closer to my warm body whilst murmuring that Mc was an idiot for not thinking beforehand and grabbing a hoodie before we left. Mc laughed in response and reached for my hand, interlacing our fingers together in gratitude.

"Thanks." She grinned, side-eying me carefully.

"You're welcome," I mumbled, distractedly staring ahead of me. My eyes were looking as distant as they had been on the day Mc had first met me sitting beside her now. Her bright grin faltered at the sight.

"You know," Mc started. "This is quite fun. It's like we're on the way to the deserted island."

"Yeah with the girl I kidnapped and with whom I'm currently trying to run away from the damn police and FBI," I replied in a sarcastic mutter. "Mhm, exactly my type of fun."

Mc sighed inwardly at my response, feeling pretty dismayed at her failed attempt to properly construct a conversation with me.

"Uh, Jake. Do you remember when we first met?" She asked hopefully. I glanced at Mc.

"Of course," I said with eyes blinking at her hesitancy. "How could I forget seeing you suddenly scream like a baby after just seeing my gun?"

Mc rolled her eyes at my words.

"I was being threatened by a gun," She muttered. "I think my screaming is justified."

"Mm." I hummed, still looking at Mc, uncommitted.

"And what about when I kicked you in the balls? Do you remember that?" Mc tried again.

"Remember thinking I was a demon and then passing out in the middle of the road?"

"Remember saying I was that kinky for being tied?" Mc fired back.

"Remember climbing out of our motel and onto the convenience store next door only to sit there for five minutes and sulk before coming back in as soon as I mentioned food?" I returned with my eyes to Mc's delight, glinting with amusement.

"Oh? Remember hugging me in your sleep and then getting embarrassed?"

"Remember you trying to run away from me but only ending up tripping over your own two feet, landing face-first into concrete, and causing yourself to have a nosebleed?" I challenged, narrowing my eyes as intimidatingly leaning towards Mc slightly.

"Remember being too afraid to climb up that fairground's inflatable slide?" Mc was not afraid to challenge me, similarly tilting her head forwards, closing the meager distance between us a little more.

"Remember me having to pick you out of a ditch after you somehow managed to fling yourself in after seeing a tiny spider?" I commented with the corner of my mouth tugging upwards.

"Remember being shown up by that bratty fuckboy?" Mc swiftly replied, casually hooking a finger under the v-neck collar of my shirt, drawing the amused me closer.

"Remember being almost kissed by the same bratty fuckboy?"

"Hey," Mc breathed with her eyes twinkling under the bus's tacky fluorescent lights. Our faces were now millimeters apart, causing our respective noses to bump gently against each other.

"Remember our first kiss?"

I blinked at her before regaining myself, a corner of my mouth tugged upwards at her words.

"Remember me helping you dance in the rain because you sprained your ankle?" I asked quietly, smiling with my eyes distractedly flickering toward her lips. "And you insisting to later share beds because I was going to catch a cold sleeping on the sofa?"

"And remember getting this done randomly in the middle of the night?" Mc chuckled softly, gazing downwards and lifting her index finger to carefully trace my tattoo with a feather-like touch.

"Holding hands and later stumbling down the roads to the apartment, half asleep?"

"Remember going to the beach and sitting around the fire at night?" I mumbled, still distractedly glancing at her mouth, making the aforementioned grin.

"Remember the night we confessed to each other? Me sitting under that tablecloth like an idiot and you looking as if you were stunned?" She mumbled, I laughed quietly at the memory.

"Remember sharing granny's car with her bunnies?" I asked, causing Mc to duck her head slightly and laugh at the memory.

Grinning, I watched my girl laugh. Watching the way her eyes form dark crescents with crinkles lining them and the way her teeth bare adorably into a rectangular smile.

So fucking cute.

I thought before abruptly cupping the side of Mc's face with my hand and leaning forwards to kiss her hard on the mouth.

~

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Mc focus.

.

"Hi, I'd like to book a room for the night," Jake murmured with the surgical mask strapped around his mouth, using it to hide his identity.

"Name?" A woman muttered, voice raspy after smoking a tiring amount of cigarettes throughout her lifetime.

Whilst Jake gave his details, fake ones, of course, and slid a couple of monetary notes across the sticky surface of the desk. I stared at Jake's side profile, randomly thinking back to when we first met.

In my bedroom, Jake looked utterly attractive in tailored black clothes, and his dark hair swept off his forehead effortlessly, revealing cold, hard-set eyes which now look at with me so much love. I found it incredibly endearing.

I wore a small smile behind my surgical mask now as I reminisced these past two months which seemed to have passed by in a blur, a blur which I know I've spent well with Jake, spent well-ticking items off my bucket list, spent well meeting new people like Lex, Sam, Nymos and experiencing new things. I discreetly as possible, slipped my palm into Jake's.

Jake, still speaking to the receptionist, gives my hand a small but incredibly reassuring squeeze. Smiling to myself and feeling lightheaded. A feeling I always seemed to feel when I was around Jake. I squeezed his hand with an equally small but effective squeeze.

~

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Jake focus.

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"So the plan is that after I leave, you go down to the lobby and ask the receptionist for the phone and call your bodyguard or the police, or whatever. You don't have to go down soon after I leave though, take your time, and maybe sleep a little before going down, okay? Don't rush yourself if you don't feel ready." I said, unlocking our assigned motel room and pushing the door, holding it open for a weirdly quiet Mc to walk through.

"So-" I started but goy abruptly cut off by Mc suddenly placing her hand on my chest and pushing me back onto the too-thin mattress with considerable strength that caught me off, guard.

Furrowing my brows at one of the mattress's springs uncomfortably wedging itself against my lower back, I tried to sit up to question her but Mc, once again abruptly gets there before I could get up. She hastily climbed over my spread legs and seated herself directly, comfortably, on my crotch.

I was more than just 'caught off guard' I stared up at Mc with widened eyes, astonishment clear on my features as I watched a red-faced Mc gaze at me, she gingerly pulled her top over her head, revealing a bare skin for me to distractedly marvel at.

"Baby..?" I ventured out quietly, placing my hands on Mc's thighs which sat aligned, by my legs.

"Will you..." Mc breathed visibly growing more flustered by the minute as the grip on her thighs tightened.

"Will you... will you make love to me?"

~

"I love you, love you so much, Jake," Mc chanted breathlessly. "Love you so much."

"I love you too, baby." I whispered, trailing my fingers over Mc's honey-colored thighs in a barely-there touch, teasing a breathless "Please" out of her pink mouth.

A corner of my mouth tugged up slightly at her wrecked state.

"Beautiful, so fucking beautiful" I eased gently into her, taking Mc's hand and interlacing our fingers, lifting our entwined hands to my mouth to press soft kisses onto her taut knuckles. "So beautiful for me."

"Only," She gasped with her lips parted. "Only for you." She smiled with her glistening sweat on her forehead, her tousled hair, and flushed cheeks.

"Only for me?" I asked softly, leaning forward and planting delicate kisses onto her eyelids which flutter shut, salty wetness escaping her eyes and rolling down her skin onto the white pillowcase below.

Lovebites, swollen lips, frenetic heartbeats.

"O-only you."

~

"Mc?"

"Mm?" A drowsy Mc hummed, laying there utterly still, her eyes hazy and body aching in a manner she seemed to be contented with slowly drifting off to sleep.

"I gotta go now," I murmured into the early morning silence of the motel room.

"I have to be there and put Richy in jai when cops will arrive..." I trailed off, no doubt checking the time on my phone screen. "A couple of hours left, so I gotta go now, baby. Is that okay?" I asked, tucking Mc under the starched bed sheets.

"Mm." Mc hummed. "I'll be waiting for you." She managed to utter comprehensively before sinking further into a deep slumber.

I, amusedly watched my adorable girlfriend weakly battle with sleep and leaned over to her.

"Good night, princess, "I whispered into her ear before kissing Mc's forehead firmly.

Feeling reluctant in detaching myself from Mc and the warmth of the bed, I dragged my unwilling body away from her and padded over to the bathroom, my heart growing heavier and heavier with every footstep I took.

Still, I forced myself to clean myself up a little in the small bathroom conjoined to the bedroom walls, using the square space to stand there, staring at myself in the slightly grimy-looking mirror. I tried to encourage myself to walk out of the bathroom, out of our motel room, and out of Mc's life.

Without evoking any loud emotion that could wake up Mc and then have her, too emotionally break down just like how my emotions seemed ready to do.

I just didn't want to let go of Mc so easily, but, to stick to our promise of temporariness. I hurriedly dried my face off with a nearby rough textured towel and promptly walked back into the room. I seek out paper and pen to hastily scrawl a goodbye message for Mc to wake up to and smile, rather than cry at my lack of presence.

Finding a ballpoint pen and a fast food restaurant receipt in the bedside drawers, I set to scribbling out a small message before tugging my black hoodie over my head and slipping my socked feet into beat-up boots, ready to leave the soon-to-be crime scene.

I hovered by Mc uncertainly before crouching down so our faces were level. A weak smile made its way onto my face as I scanned her sleeping features, feeling awed by her unbelievable ability to look so tranquil whilst sleeping.

I wished I felt how Mc looked like she felt but knowing that was impossible, I raised from my haunches and with a sigh, I placed my scribbled note onto the bedside table, then I walked away from Mc. Heading straight for the door without once longingly looking back over his shoulder.

~

I stepped out of the motel, escaping the nauseating smell of fried onions and the overwhelmingly suffocating heat with a tired sigh escaping my lips. My breath formed small clouds in the icy air and breathed out through my mouth in an attempt to keep myself calm and collected.

Who wants to break down completely in front of a sleazy motel and a shitty fast food drive-thru where drunks loiter around, wheezing out crude remarks as they loudly clink their beer bottles together.

I stand outside the rundown motel with a cigarette burning between my lips. I faced an internal battle within myself.

A part of me, my mind, told me to stop moping around and start moving back to the penthouse to prepare to face Richy and put him in jail but another part of me, my heart this time, ached painfully, reprimanding my actions and demanding me to step back into the motel and take Mc as far away as possible.

Right now, my heart overpowered my mind. Seeking Mc more than rationality but Mc's own words grounded me.

'It's only temporary.'

Her words were firm and promising to me, now I was standing there, drawing smoke into my lungs and blankly staring at the worn-down pavement.

Feeling nothing but helplessness, I shakily ran a hand through my dark locks. Conflicted I forced my feet to move one after the other along the littered pathway despite my heavy heart weighing my body down and making me utterly reluctant to move. I managed though and walked away from the motel slowly, leaving Mc, my heart, treasured memories, electrical bursts of warmth, and early morning butterfly kisses behind.

~

"So what did you say to her?" Lex asked, chewing on her lower lip, driving a silent me back to the penthouse after having Lex wake up from her sleep with a phone call.

"She was sleeping so I left her a note," I muttered now, looking out of the window of Lex's car with something akin to lose in my eyes. "I told her I'll be back but..."

"But?" Lex questioned quietly, glancing at the suddenly quiet me.

"But... That's not going to happen, is it?" I asked Lex softly. "I'm not going to be able to come back to her."

~

I slipped into my penthouse room with a facial expression unreadable and my posture hunched, I warily padded over to the edge of my unkempt bed. The bed I and Mc had laid in just a few hours ago, smiling, laughing, and feeling happy. Now feeling anything but happiness, I sat heavily on the bed and ducked my head downwards, staring at the hardwood floorboard with slight tears prickling my dull eyes.

~

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Mc focus.

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Waking up an hour later after Jake's departure, I finally allowed myself to cry into my pillow, marking it with salty tears and grasping tightly onto Jake's quickly scrawled note, the fast food receipt crumpled in my grasp but I didn't care. I was too endorsed in crying over my heartache despite having Jake repeatedly 'promise' to come back for me in between muttered adoring words said as we were laying in bed earlier, breathless as he leaned over and gently pushed my hair out of my dazed eyes.

Choking back sobs, I sat up in bed and drew the scratchy bedsheets closer to my body in an almost protective demeanor, gingerly unfurling my fingers to reveal the balled-up note in my hand and through tears that mar my vision. I unfolded the paper, smoothing out the wrinkles shakily and hastily wiping my tears away with the back of my hands and once again I read the message Jake had messily written to me.

"I'll be back for you, baby." I mumbled out, voice cracking at 'baby.'

I started to cry again.

~

"Hello? Who's this?" Jessy's weary voice met my ears, startling me slightly. I blinked at my best friend's voice which I seemed to have forgotten so easily over a mere span of two months.

"Jessy?" I whispered into the mouthpiece of the phone, holding the grimy handset of the phone tightly and breathing heavily. I tried to calm my breathing, finding myself on the verge of perhaps bursting out into tears once more, feeling utmostly miserable and exhausted with the past hour's emotional events.

"Mc? Is that you? fuck- Dan it's Mc!" Jessy's previously worn-out tone dissipated as one full of shock replaced a tone that Jessy used now to fire questions at me rapidly.

"Where are you, Mc? Do you know where you are? What city? Or fuck, what country? Are you in danger? Hurt? Hold on, I've got the police with me, we'll track your call so stay on the phone, alright? I've missed you so much Mc!"

And then I started to cry, fat tears rolled down my cheeks, nose unattractively runny and mouth parted as desperate sobs escaped the confines of my lungs.

But I was crying not because I missed Jessy too, or because I was glad she was coming to get me. No.

I was crying because I just remembered that I forgot to tell Jake before he left, that I loved him.

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#5

Riddle Explain to Mc his dorm rules: And rule 34 is-

Mc: *start laugh*

Riddle: Mc what fun is in Rule 34?

Mc: Oh Riddle you could never understand that without context. And I'm not going to give you context. The work of a health education teacher does not belong to me.

Riddle: Mc rule 45 forbids keeping ä secret from me. I demand you reveal the secrets of rule 34.

Mc: *hysterical laughter on the floor* I'm going to take that sentence out of context

3,039 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

#4

Mc: *Sits on the grass and pat's Malleus' head*

Malleus: *Lie on Mc's lap and purr*

Leona: MC! What are you doing? Why are you petting that lizard when you haven't petted me in weeks?

Mc: But Leona that Lizard purrrrrrrr's. You don't purr.

Leona: Mc don't be stupid lizards don't purr.

Malleus: *smiley and purr louder*

Leona: What the-

Malleus: Ever heard of magic? It's really useful sometimes. *Purr harder*

Mc: So you don't purr naturally... I feel like I have been tricked.

Leona: Wait so you think that purring dragon was normall?

Mc: Yeah. That's the first dragon I've ever met.

3,223 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

#3

*At the dorm leaders' meeting*

Vil: So Mc what were you thinking of doing this weekend?

Mc: Smash

*everyone stares at Mc*

Leona: *instant waking up*

Azul: *blushes* Oh with who

Mc: With my friend.

Riddle: *is Red* You what-

Mc: Smash with friends

Vil: *almost choking on tea*

Azul: *almost choke's too*

Malleus: *whisper to Kalim* Kalim what is smash?

Kalim: I have no idea...

Leona: *laugh really hard*

Mc: What... Why are you acting strange? I just said that- Ooh. Pervert's. I meant I'm going to play Smash bros with a friend.

At this point, all the dorm leader's are relieved. Even Malleus and Kalim who don't realize what's going on.

If you're wondering where Idia is, he left as soon as the meeting officially ended

3,376 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#2

A Twst request where female reader gets hugged by them and they can feel their chest without knowing they were a girl, with the dorm leaders + Rook, Floyd,Jade.

Rest of them are here...

Malleus is worried. Are you all right? Mc, you know that this is not normal. The dragon boy is innocent. Then it hits him. Mc is a female? Oooooh. Malleus is a little hurt when you didn't tell me earlier. His tail wags excitedly. This would be a good fake excuse to get him to marry you. Dragons are greedy and don't like sharing.

Leona just wanted a goodnight hug. Well, now because of that goodnight hug, he can't sleep. Leona thinks about two things 1) How did he not notice your gender? 2) Do you think he's an asshole? Leona would try his best to show respect to you. But at least he knows what others don't. This is going to be fun.

Riddle would be really red. He never would have expected this. Riddle is now even more sorry for attacking you during the overblot incident. He would try to stay matter-of-fact. But it's hard if you can't form sensible sentences. Definitely won't tell anyone.

Azul would have had a crush on you even before this information. It must be hard to be the only girl on campus? What if he helped you? Azul will be happy to make a contract with you. You just have to start dating him. Isn't it easy? Azul just tries to hide his shock.

Kalim wouldn't really get it. He is such an innocent boy. He doesn't even suspect that you could be a woman. Instead, he's scared. You must have a serious illness. He tells you to stay put so he can get Jalim. Jalim surely knows what's wrong. You need to explain the situation to him. Now Kalim is a bit red.

Vil would be shocked. How did he not recognize you female? Are you so unfeminine and take such poor care of your appearance? This won't work. No way. Guess who gets Vil's beauty care lectures for the rest of the day? That's right you will. Vil is surprisingly strong.

Idia.exe will never work again. He would already be shocked by the hug. But then he felt your breasts. Mc didn't you have an accident in alchemy class that changed your gender? Say it's the truth. Idia is shocked when you say it isn't. He needs time to recover.

3,582 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Mc: *pat Leona* Why you don't purr?

Leona: Mc lions don't purr... That's what cats do. Now be more quiet. I try to sleep

Mc: *looks disapointed* Oh...

Ruggie: *Walks nearby and notices that Mc looks sad* Oh hey mc what's wrong?

Mc: * points at Leona while stroking his head * That big cat doesn't know how to purr

Ruggie: Oh yeah lions don't purr... But hyenas do... Maybe you want to test it?

Leona: *instand waking up*

Leona wasan't happy

3,660 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

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[celiosal]

Ok so how do the obey me brothers deal with their s/o been gone all day, they’re in their room and not coming out. When the boys do get into the room on their own, they find s/o in bed with human sickness. And it’s so bad they can’t move from the bed and can’t tell what’s happening around them?

Ailing Treatment ! #1

pairings - obey me (older) brothers x reader synopsis - very ill MC who's been holed up in their room.

writing contains : fluff, established relationship, mentions of sickness, gender neutral (lmk if I made a mistake!), possible ooc, slight hurt/comfort? (just barely).

[you're here] >> part 1 | part 2

a/n - this is such a cute ask 🥰 sorry if it took long, enjoy!!

LUCIFER

Lucifer had been worried sick. He noticed throughout the day that you weren't in RAD or breakfast today either.

He checked everywhere when it hit his mind to come to your room, the one place he hasn't searched for.

He opens the door and there he sees you covered by a bunch of blankets and pillows. Your breathing was slower than usual and you were practically shivering despite being covered in all that.

"MC, love? Are you okay?"

You recognized the voice immediately, but you couldn't move an inch nor could you speak.

He walks over to you and lays the back of his hand on your forehead. It was way too hot to be called 'normal'.

"Hey MC, relax a bit okay? I'm going to get some medicine for you alright?"

He quickly leaves the room. He creates a portal to the human world before rushing in.

...

It was only 3 minutes later when you heard the door open again.

Lucifer sets the medicine on the nightstand, then helps you sit up just a bit. He places the pills in your mouth before holding a glass of water to your lips.

You swallow the medicine, then Lucifer lets you lay back down. He grabs an ice pack and lays it on your forehead. Then he plays some soft music in the background.

"You're going to be alright, you can take the week off so you can recover. Now go to sleep darling."

MAMMON

Mammon felt lonely all day, where were you!? He didn't see his s/o at home in the morning and during lunch.

He was being bullied by his brothers as usual and wanted to talk to you about it. The first place he thought was your room. He didn't see you anywhere else so the reasonable place is there.

He rushes in and sees you pale and unwell. He starts panicking, what if MC got a deadly disease and would die?!

"mammon..?"

"Yes it's me, are you okay? Do you need anything?!"

As you open your mouth to speak, only coughs come out, then some sniffling. Your vision was cloudy and you could hardly see anything.

At this point, Mammon was on the verge of tears watching you in this state. He dashed toward the door and ran out to get Lucifer.

When Lucifer came in, Mammon was already holding medicines and a few plushies he just bought.

As Lucifer was treating you, Mammon stood by and held your hand softly. His thumb caressing your skin. He had pleading, watery, eyes as if hoping that you'd survive (spoiler alert you do, it's just a very bad ill).

When Lucifer finishes, he backs away and leaves the room. Mammon nearly pounces on you, he pauses for a moment, forgetting that you were supposed to be taken with care, then lays in the bed with you slowly. He cuddles you with his face buried in your neck.

As the medicine kicks in, you can move your arms slightly. You wrap them around Mammon and kiss his forehead, giving him reassurance

"Hey, don't cry okay? I'll be fine see?"

"I know I know, I was just scared.. I love you more than grimm itself.."

LEVIATHAN

At first, Levi didn't realize something was wrong. Until he started talking to himself, then noticing that you weren't there as usual.

He sent a text to your D.D.D. asking if you could come over to his room.

2 minutes pass and no reply. You haven't even read it. That's when he knows something is going on.

He leaves the room to search for you. Frantically looking around The House of Lamentation.

He finally finds you holed up in your room. You're sitting on the edge of the bed with a blanket draped around your body.

You're sneezing and coughing badly. He looks around, trying as hard as he can to remain calm for your sake. He's stuttering slightly due to how he fears for your safety.

"MC, lay down.. I'm going to look up how to treat you, s-so go rest."

You nod your head slightly. You try to lay down slowly but flop down instead due to your lack of balance and sense. Leviathan quickly wraps 2 more blankets on top of you.

Still focused on his D.D.D. looking for a cure. Luckily, he was able to find an easy treatment.

He was about to go out when he feels a hand tug on his outfit. He turns around and swears his heart was gonna burst.

You were looking at him desperately, telling him that you want him to stay.

"M-MC, it's only for a bit okay? I'll go get you s-some warm food and a refreshing drink."

He softly grabs your hand and lets it rest on your sides. He then runs out to the kitchen as fast as he could.

Quickly creating warm (devildom) chicken soup. He grabs some warm water and runs back. He didn't spill a single drop while doing so.

He sets the tray down and gives you a heated blanket to replace the normal ones.

He holds your head up slightly before feeding you some of the soup. He's blushing madly doing so watching as you eat the soup he made for you.

He repeats the process until the bowl is empty. He sets your head down to relax your body and sets the drink on the table.

You're looking up at him with puppy eyes, he can easily decipher that you want him to lay down with you.

He hesitantly nods then lifts up the blanket before going in with you. You turn your body slightly and bring your face to his chest. He hugs you while you find comfort in him.

Dozing off in his arms, recovering ever so slightly each second

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[cactus-stories]

Hello there!!! since I noticed that you also write smut for obey me ,in your opinion how the demon brothers give hints to mc that their in the mood to have sex?

Thanks you and have a great day💗💗💗

Hii! This is my first ask, I'm so nervous TwT but I really liked your request, so I'll do my best!

TW: nsfw

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Lucifer:

Oh, don't worry, you'll know.

Because of how much work he has, the signs that he's overworking himself have also become signs for you to do something about it.

But, when that's not the case and he's just in the mood, he'll usually call you into his office and tell you that you two are going out somewhere nice for dinner.

Maybe he'll buy you some nice lingerie? Jewelry? Who knows? It's always a nice surprise with him.

Mammon:

He'll get possessive. Usuallly he's his clingy self, but he gives you as much space as you want. But when he's in the mood he clings to you like a koala.

Will bring out the big guns and start calling you his treasure, putting a great emphasis on the "mine" part, especially when you're around other people.

If you guys are cuddling, he'll start nibbling on your earlobs and neck, giving you his signature chuckle+smirk when you complain. (P.S.: He's completely aware it makes you melt.)

Levi:

Poor boy has no idea how to act. How could he show you how he's feeling without exploding in shame before?!

He'll definitely try sending some more risqué messages, but nothing he can't play off as innocent/as a joke if you reject him.

When you two get comfortable, though, I feel like he'd be one to send you those sensual panels from manga, nothing explicit but enough for you to get his point across.

If you guys are hanging out together, he'll ask if you wanna sit on his lap while you guys play, wrapping his arms around your hips and holding you close.

Satan:

Through the date he'll be a bit more flirty than normal, he'll offer you his coat on the way back and be sure to open all doors for you.

My man will send you an innocent invitation for a date. Maybe going to a cafe, a picnic, showing you different places you haven't been to before.

Will make sure that it goes all smoothly, compliment how cute you look wearing his coat, and then drop the bomb.

"I'd like to see how you look wearing just that"

Asmo:

Let's be honest here, he's always in the mood.

But when he wants to make it clear to you that he's in the mood, he'll have an entire routine.

Prepares his best bath bomb, massage oils and lights some candles with your favourite scent.

He'll invite you to a spa night and because it's you guys, one thing'll end up leading to another for sure.

Beel:

He'll send you pics of him after working out, either on the changing room of the gym or after showering at home.

You can feel him looking at you more intently than usual, and if you look back, you'll notice him licking his lips, before giving you a sweet smile.

Other clear sign is when he invites you to watch something in his room and Belphie isn't there. Usually he uses the excuse of wanting to sleep in the attic, but you know the real reason.

Belphie:

He'll be blunt with you. For him, there's no point in making it more complicated than it has to be.

Will ask you via message to meet him in the attic to "cuddle". He'll be waiting for you half-awake, a lazy smile on his face.

Will pull you close to him and start kissing your neck/shoulders, humming happily as he grabs your hips and squeezes them.

[sammytheotakunerd]

𝑴𝑪 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒑?

Chapter 1: Part 3: "Mentality and grades"

A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't posted anything, just had a tough week, that's all.

Summary: What if MC from MC is too kind and MC from the original universe swap souls? Would it be a blessing in disguise? Or would it be just blatant disaster?

๑ ⋆˚₊⋆────ʚ˚ɞ────⋆˚₊⋆ ๑[~start of chapter 1: part 3 "Mentality and grades"~]

Another day with the brothers ignoring you. It's ok. You tell yourself. Nothing was ok. Nothing was normal at all! But you're dead set on your goal as of now.

You needed to fix your reputation while figuring out how to switch back to your original alternate universe.

To be at least truthful here, you were uncomfortable the whole time at class yesterday. If this is what your version has to deal with every day, then you really would need a medal.

A medal for being the kindest, patient, and nice person in this cruel world. Maybe they really are an angel.

But do they really know that I'm Lilith's descendant? Maybe they don't judging from their faces.

You ate your food, but the portion was big. You were also getting full, and you didn't want to be bloated before going to RAD. "Hey Beel, do you want some?" You asked the orange haired man to which he excitedly nods and pulled your plate away from you.

You noticed Belphie staring disgustingly at you. He was looking as if you just fed poison to his twin. Now what. You pretended to not notice Belphie's weird stare and just smiled as 'usual'.

"Th-mfgh-ank-" Beel said in between eating. "Pls refrain from eating and talking Beel." You lightly scolded Beel. You tried to sneak a look at Belphie.

But would you look at that. he's sleeping. I should've expected this.. You thought disappointedly. Not at him but for yourself.

But there's no time for this. You've always hated miscommunications troupes. Maybe he thought you're bad..?

Probably You're really thinking too hard about this. You have your first plan and that was to save your reputation first. Problems with the brothers can be fixed later on.

How can you fix it without proving yourselves first? It would take a really long time, but Simeon and Luke are here. You know that with them you'll have your sanity back. At least for a bit.

The angels are like refreshers while the brothers are the salty asf meals.

"MC some with me to my office." Lucifer's voice was too damn cold. But it was effective on having his words ring consistently in your mind.

What the fuck. This was the first time you're going to talk to Lucifer after you swapped. "Right.." You can only obey.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

Lucifer's office gives you nostalgia. The way the both of you drink tea, you calling him nicknames, and YOU being the absolute favorite. The one that almost never gets scolded as much because of the famous words: ✨Favoritism✨

You know that you're the favorite and take full on advantage on it. Just not as much. Lucifer is kinda like a ticking time bomb, so you hopefully didn't want to get caught in his bad times.

"I hope you know why you're here MC." Lucifer said so disappointingly. "Huh?" Woops, wrong move, Yikes! He looks pissed! SHIT You may look calm, but on the inside, you're practically screaming at yourself.

It was instinct, ok?

"Let me remind you again on why you're here, MC L/N." Oooooohh, he's using the FULL NAME tactic! You're a bit taken a back. Maybe this is to get poison on your wounds, or was it salt? But anyways, you've never been scolded by Lucifer. Not like this.

He'll give you your punishment and that's it. Maybe I've been spoiled too much, AUGH Mentally groaning won't help.

"You're here because as of late-" Fancy words, I like it~ Cheesy words while saying it mentally isn't going to help. But you can't help but wonder what did this version do to annoy Lucifer, WHO, quote on quote, "Loves you (And that's why he spoils you-)".

"-Your grades are declining." What. That's it? You've never really had a hard time about this. Sure, you had a hard time in the beginning. But a thought crossed your mind. Oh? Maybe it was because Solomon was teaching me magic the same time. But if we're looking at the Solomon here.. Yea no. Poor you.

You had to be patient with their attitudes, and you also needed to maintain your grades. You in this world sure has it rough. You could say that you're lucky.

"How are you this stupid?" Your focus is on Lucifer now. You were shocked but the muscles in your face won't move. You really had adjusted so much.

You pretended to look shock at the next, looking so shocked at what he said too. "W-what?" You said, purposely stuttering so you can give out that your 'shell' shocked.

Lucifer stared at you in disbelief. "You had all the time in the world to do this! I will give you one more chance. Don't mess up Lord Diavolo's reputation." you don't know what to say. Maybe; "Ok."? No, that'll be a too straightforward answer. It'll blow your cover.

You decided to be confident. "I can make my grade higher than Satan's." Straightforward and you don't like it. And it's pretty obvious Lucifer didn't like it too.

"You've been saying that for the last month and there are still no improvements." Ok, bad part on your version in this alternate universe. You can understand Lucifer's annoyance but why now? Talk about bad timing.

Lucifer turned away and just sighed. He really looks so tired. "Then fine. I'm giving you one last chance to fix your grade at the end of the quarter." He turned to look at you. "Fix it now or else." You could only think about what he would do to you.

But getting afraid when you've already made it this far is just.. annoying.

๑ ⋆˚₊⋆────ʚ˚ɞ────⋆˚₊⋆ ๑[~start of chapter 1: part 3 "Mentality and grades"~]

Taglist: @candydreamer122

[yamanorakuen]

In a pickle

I'm sorry I haven't been able to post any requests but I'm really low on time, in the process of writing other things and just frankly tired.

However, last night I thought of this short little story and I couldn't get it out of my head so I'm writing it down.

Fandom: Obey Me!

Pairing: Diavolo x reader (x Barbatos)

MC: Gender-neutral

Words: 1800

Warnings: Suggestive. I wouldn't recomment this to anyone below 15.

Read the fanfiction below!

It was a pleasant Saturday afternoon when you received a message from Barbatos.

Barbatos: Can you come to the castle? I've ran out of ideas on how to get the young master to eat his pickles.

MC: Why is it so important that he eats them?

Barbatos: Young master's meal plan needs to be balanced. Furthermore, pickles are full of vitamins and bacteria that are good for the gut.

Barbatos: Please, we need you at the castle. Young master is in near hysterics after he found my latest pickle surprise.

MC: Okay, okay, I'm coming right away.

So with a sigh, you left the House of Lamentation and made your way towards the castle.

Standing in front of the tall castle doors, you knocked determinedly. You already knew Barbatos could probably tell it was you from the way you knocked as you visit the castle rather frequently.

Shortly afterwards Barbatos opened the doors with a hint of nervousness in his usually sombre deep green eyes.

"MC, do come in." he ushered you in, placing his hand firmly on your back.

"Where is Lord Diavolo?" you questioned as Barbatos lead you by gently pushing you through the castle corridors.

"He's still in the dining room, refusing to budge. You will see soon enough what I mean by that." Barbatos sighed. He was clearly stressed out.

Eventually you made it to the large and extravagant dining room of the castle. The table was laid with many mouthwatering dishes and fancy dinnerware. And there sat Lord Diavolo, well, more like crouched on the dining chair, hugging his own large frame, a shattered plate and some food on the floor next to him.

"The traitor has made his return." Diavolo snarled, glaring daggers at Barbatos.

"Young Lord, I must ask you to calm down, it was only pickl-" Barbatos was swiftly cut off by the forementioned demon.

"Exactly! It was pickles! I hate nothing in the three realms more than pickles!" he cried out with desperation.

"They are good for you, My Lord. I only have your best interests in my mind." Barbatos sighed yet again, shaking his head.

"If you care about what's best for me, why do you try and trick me into eating the food I despise?!" Diavolo looked like he was about to throw the grand hell turkey sitting on the table at his butler at any moment now.

"Um, please calm down, Lord Diavolo.." you chimed in, hoping to diffuse the heated situation.

"MC!" Diavolo gasped, only now noticing your presence. He quickly composed himself, sitting down normally, "I apologize for having to see me in such a ungentlemanly state." he mumbled an apology, his cheeks blooming a beautiful red.

"Uh, it's okay!" you quickly forgave him with a nervous grin, feeling the situation grow more and more awkward every passing second.

"Do something." Barbatos mumbled into your ear, gritting his teeth.

"What am I supposed to do?!" you whisper-yelled, your gaze rotating between the two demons.

Barbatos replied, "Young master has a soft spot for you. If anyone will be able to calm him down or even eat his pickles, it's you."

You took a deep breath, a risky yet intruiging plan forming in your head. "Please don't hold this against me." You muttered to Barbatos.

Barbatos threw you a curious glance before simply nodding.

You fixed a sultry gaze and Lord Diavolo and walked closer to him with your hips swinging teasingly. You saw his adam's apple bob up and down as his eyes widened ever so slightly, unable to tear his eyes away from your nearing form.

"MC..?" He managed to splutter.

"Shh, shh, it's alright now.." You spoke to him soothingly, putting your index finger on his lips. He looked up at you in awe, his amber eyes sparkling.

"What are you-?" he tried to ask you when you slyly pushed his chair back and made your way gently onto his lap. You caressed his warm cheek with adoration, your gaze never faltering.

"You're such a strong, powerful and handsome demon, My Lord", you grinned, licking your lips, "You have nothing to fear."

Lord Diavolo's eyes drifted to your moist lips for a second, "'I know.." he agreed absentmindedly, his big hands finding their way onto your waist.

"So why wouldn't you at least try a pickle for me? The pickle cannot be stronger than you, Diavolo.." you breathed out, wrapping your arms around Diavolo's neck, your face so close to his you could feel his quickened breathing on your skin.

"Uh-huh.." he nodded with a dazed gaze, "Will I get a reward from you if I manage to eat one?" he asked, so tempted to just throw you on to the dining table and kiss you absolutely everywhere. That's just the effect you had on the demons around you.

You chuckled, "If you're a good boy", you got closer to his ear, "I guess I could make it worth your while." you whispered into Diavolo's ear, feeling a shiver run down his spine.

Diavolo was just putty in your hand, not moving as his hands trembled slighlty from holding back from you.

With another dark chuckle, you took one of the pickles from the table. You felt Diavolo's body tense up at the sight of the green monster of a food.

"Be a good boy for me, won't you?" you gently pushed the pickle against Diavolo's lips, but his mouth remained sealed, "Come on, just the tip?" you winked, watching the blush grow darker on Diavolo's cheeks.

Diavolo shyly gave the picke a small lick, a disgusted look forming on his face right afterwards as he pulled further from you. You needed to work harder to get him to take a bite.

You felt something hard pressing agains your ass, so you ever so slightly grinded your ass against the hardness. Diavolo left out a surprised gasp and you realized that that was your moment to strike.

You quickly pushed the pickle into Diavolo's mouth, who froze and just stared at you with wide eyes, refusing to bite down.

"Good boy... Now you just need to finish..." you spoke huskily, running your free hand through Diavolo's red hair. Diavolo just shook his head, unable to speak due to the circumstances.

"Hm, want me to show you how to do it?" you smirked before you wrapped your pretty little lips around the girthy pickle. You kept your eyes on Diavolo, who was looking at you with growing interest.

You tried to speak despite your mouth being filled, only scrambled words coming out of your mouth, as if you were gagging onto something. With a challenging and heated gaze, you took more of the pickle into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing around it. Diavolo's grip on your waist suddenly felt tighter.

And you pulled slightly back before taking even more of the pickle in, hooking Diavolo even further into the moment before...

You took a large bite of the pickle before pulling back, chewing it with grace, letting a little bit of the juice run down your chin as you smiled wickedly at the demon prince.

"It your turn, handsome", you said after swallowing, "Remember, I promised to reward you afterwards.." you reminded him, licking your lips again.

This time, Diavolo nodded enhusiastically before taking the smallest possible bite of the pickle in his mouth. You removed the rest of the pickle, making sure he swallowed the whole bite.

Diavolo swallowed with a thoughtful look on his face, "That must have been the sweetest pickle I've ever tasted."

"Does that mean you liked it?" you snickered.

"Goodness, no! It was still disgusting... But more bearable than usually." he admitted with genuine surprise in his voice.

"Hm, maybe I'll try and feed you more often~" you shrugged before getting up, Diavolo's grasp on your having loosened due to his surprising reaction to pickles.

"Hey, where do you think you're going? You promised to reward me!" Diavolo shouted after you, shifting uncomfortably at his seat.

"I'll reward you.. Tonight. I just have to grab something from the House of Lamentation!" you replied cheerfully, walking back to Barbatos. During all this time he had just stood there, watching you, but now he had found a silver tray from somewhere and was holding it in front of his crotch, avoiding your gaze.

"Do you need help with something else, Barbatos?" you smiled at him and brushed away a stray strand of his hair. His breathing hitched at the contact.

"N-No, thank you for your service, MC." Barbatos quickly replied, trying so hard to keep his composure.

"No problem! You know I love to serve.." you trailed off for a second, biting your lower lip seductively, "If you need my help, you know you can call me any time.." you spoke lowly and winked at the demon butler, brushing your arm against his arm as you walked past him, out of the dining room.

Barbatos hated to see you go, but loved to watch you leave, his eyes glued to your swaying ass in a trance. Lord Diavolo creeped up to him, also looking after you with a forlorn look.

"MC is really something else, aren't they? Maybe I should just give them an A from seductive speechcraft as default?" Diavolo chuckled.

Barbatos turned to look at Diavolo, not having noticed him walk up to him. Both men were deeply aware in of the state they were both in but neither of them spoke up about it.

"Young Master, may I join your reward ceremony tonight?" Barbatos asked very quietly, not sure if he actually wanted Diavolo to pick up on his question or not.

Luckily or unluckily for him, Diavolo had an amazing sense of hearing, "What?! It's my reward for eating a pickle!" he scoffed.

"You only ate a small bite, not an entire pickle, My Lord", Barbatos reminded him, "Furthermore, both MC and I worked hard together to get this result. I pulled my own weight."

"You haven't done anything to sway my opinion, that was all MC." Diavolo shook his head in disapproval.

"I've tried to get you to eat pickles for hundreds of years, My Lord, just let me have this one victory." Barbatos smiled forcibly.

"Well, then you're just a loser." Diavolo blew a raspberry at Barbatos, causing the butler to gasp.

"Where are your manners, Young Lord?!" Barbatos complained, horrified of Diavolo's childish antics.

"W Diavolo, L Barbatos!" Diavolo proclaimed, "And I'm getting lucky tonight, no cap! Maybe some Netflix and chill..."

"Stop talking like Leviathan this instant. It is highly inappropriate for a prince." Barbatos cut Diavolo off.

"Oooh, someone is salty!" Diavolo chuckled, "But seriously, if you want to join... I guess we can ask MC." a dark grin formed on his face.

Barbatos raised his eyebrows in amusement, "I'm positive they won't say no, my lord."

[inhuman-obey-me]

📅 and barbatos? And mc involved yes please!

"I'm waiting on the day you don't want me tomorrow." - Barbatos x MC

There's something a little bit off about Barbatos today.

For one thing, the normally impeccable butler did not notice that your stop was nearing until only two minutes before the train stopped. There was the fact that he just slightly scuffed his shoe while walking into the busy marketplace. And then, he almost forgot one of the teas he'd come to buy until you reminded him that he had the list right in his hand.

When he can't remember where he placed the train tickets on your way back, even though he had just handed them to you moments earlier, it's undeniable that something is up.

As you settle into your seats, he sets immediately to preparing a cup of tea for you from the thermos he took along for the trip, but you interrupt him, cutting right to the question. "Barbatos, what's wrong?"

The abrupt question has him so taken aback that a single drop of tea actually falls outside of your cup, a mistake normally unthinkable for him. "I'm sorry? Whatever do you mean?"

You put your hand gently over his to stop him before he can turn away to search for a handkerchief to clean the spill. "Hon, we've made this trip at least a hundred times, haven't we? But you've been making little slip-ups all day like we've never done this before. Something's obviously on your mind, so tell me -- what's wrong?"

He hesitates, clearly embarrassed to have been caught in the first place. "My apologies, MC. I had hoped this would just be a nice date between the two of us, but it seems I was not as good at hiding my worries as I'd thought. I'm afraid it's just what you said -- we've made this same trip so many times before, haven't we? My duties serving the young master keep me busy so often, I always seem to only be able to take you along with me on my same old errands, and I fear you'll soon become bored. It isn't as though you don't have your choice of more exciting suitors, with the brothers ready to whisk you away on far more interesting adventures at any opportunity. I'm waiting on the day you don't want me tomorrow."

It's such an unexpectedly mundane worry to hear from the lips of one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom that you almost have to stop yourself from laughing. Instead, you pull him close, giving him a teasing peck on the cheek before nuzzling his forehead.

"What, is that all? Come on, the great and powerful demon who commands space and time can't tell? Barbatos, I'm here to stay. I love you. I'll stay by your side as long as you'll let me."

[imagines-she-writes]

When you love the wrong brother

Pairings: oc x Hank Loza

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, implied smut...usual Mayans stuff.

Jade was lounging on her sofa at home, some replay of a sitcom playing in the background. She couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety pitted deep in her stomach. It had been a week since Jade had heard a word from her friend with benefits Angel Reyes. This was a normal occurrence, she was busy with work and Angel had club stuff to deal with.

Their friends with benefits arrangement was simple...they both had an itch to scratch and were both consenting adults so why not use the other to scratch that itch? Jade knew it would end badly. For her crush on Angel was growing more and more the more they benefited each other. She knew it was hopeless. He'd never willingly pick her over all the other girls that threw themselves at the Mayan.

Jade shook her head to rid herself of the negative thoughts that began to creep in. As if on cue her phone rang. Her heart raced at the name flashing upon the screen.... Angel 👼

"speak of the devil and it shall appear" she answered.

"hey querida...it's been a minute..."

"could say that...club stuff I get it"

"yeah...anyway there's a party tonight at the club house and I really want you to come"

"ohh I dunno Angel I'm pretty busy..."

"pfft please all you're doing is laying on the couch bored"

"How did...never mind" she mumbled.

"please come...there's something I gotta tell you...it's super important..." Jade could almost see the puppy dog eyes and pouty lips over the phone.

"Fine... I'll be there .."

Once the conversation ended the uneasy feeling returned to Jade tenfold. Despite trying to put Abit of distance between her and Angel her resolve was weak and he knew that.

Sighing Jade made her way to her bathroom to shower and get ready for the upcoming party. The more she thought of tonight the more her stomach aches with anxiety and the intensity of it is new to jade. Settling on her favourite pair of blood red jeans and simple black tank top paired with her new biker boots. Her hair was in simple waves with light make up. Not too over the top. " That'll do" she sighed grabbing her purse.

Pulling into an empty parking space Jade could see there was the usual group of bikes and cars plus some she hadn't seen before. The smell of BBQ and beer assaults her nostrils. Walking upto the club house Jade hears the sound of music pumping through the stereo and various groups of chatter, billiard balls click clacking against each other.

The first person she see when she opens the door is Hank. His smile stretches across his features upon seeing Jade. He engulfs her in a bear hug. "Good too see you jade..you look great"

"Thanks..you too Hank....so do you know what this big surprise is?" Hank shrugged his broad shoulders in response.

"haven't a clue...drink?"

"read my mind" Jade and Hank made their way through the sea of people to the bar.

"Prospect...two beers"

"Steve..good too see you how ya been?" Jade enquiries at the newest prospect.

"all right thanks" Hank quality admires the woman standing next to him. No matter their position in the club or outside or life in general Jade had this open kindness too them, a respect almost. Hank admired that about her. Most girls would only be interested in the fully patched MC members or those with titles, but not her.

"Earth to Hank.."

"oh sorry was miles away.." Jade chuckles.

"Tell me about this girl you been talking too.."

" Not much too say...just helping her through a hard time.. she's coming to my mom's for Thursday dinner though"

"ooohh must be special then..."

"Shut up.. " Hank blushes as Nail's appears at his side. She eyes up Jade. Jade notices a familiar ring upon her finger. It can't be can it?

'Hank, I'm gonna go find Angel let him know I'm here" Hank nods as Jade wanders through the sea of people. He barely notices Nails standing Infront of him. He watches amazed in awe that Jade stops and speaks to every one she passed before finally getting to her destination.

Angel stands up from the couch engulfing her in a quick hug. "Glad you could come Jade... wouldn't be the same without you."

" Well, you said it was important so here I am..."

"I'm glad, wouldn't be the same without you."

"well what can I say? " Jade replied taking a sip of her beer. "I'll be back ok? Just gotta use the bathroom"

The earlier feelings of unease and anxiety return with a vengeance. "Jesus, calm down jade" she mumbled to herself. Leaving the bathroom jade enters the main room of the club house. People are gathered around listening. She makes her way to where Ez , Gabby & Hank are standing watching Angel.

"We're engaged ..and we're having a baby!" Angel shouts in happiness. Jade feels like the life has been knocked from her lungs. She feels hot. Angry.

Shouts and hollers erupt around her deafening her, but not enough so she can't hear her angry broken heart beating furiously. Gabby stares at Jade her own heart breaking at the scene Infront of her.

Ez is the first to speak. He sighs. "I'm sorry Jade, I had no idea.." jade was rooted to the spot.

"I need to go..now" she mutters

Hank looks heart broken. He had developed feelings for Nail's, but he was beyond pissed at how carelessly Angel had discarded Jade without so much as a second glance.

Jade grabbed her the crate of beers and left the clubhouse. Stray tears falling freely ,she hastily wipes them away and downs one beer then another.

"Here you are... I was looking for you"

"Piss of Angel, go back to playing happy families with your fiancée"

"Jade, c'mon I thought you'd be happy for me"

A sarcastic laugh escaped her lips. "It was only what 8 ? 9 days you was in my bed with me....now you are getting married too another girl who's having a baby? .....humour me Angel....do you love her?" Jade's voiced cracking at the end of the last sentence.

Angel shrugs his shoulders " I don't know.. I guess"

"you know what's funny? I actually thought for some silly stupid reason you might just like me back they way I like you....jokes on me though right?'

"Jade, please don't be like this" Angel went to grab Jade's shoulder. "Get off me. You don't get to touch me any more" she shrugged the offending hand off her frame leaving a dejected looking Angel standing on the porch. Back in the club house Jade returned the crate of beers to their rightful spot.

"Sorry Steve, just really needed a few drinks"

The prospect gave a small smile "S'ok Jade. Angel's a dick, you deserve some one much better" The unpatched member's words made Jade choke back a sob just a Nail's came into Jade's field of vision.

"Aww poor little Jade. Actually thought that Angel liked her....what's the saying?....always the bridesmaid never the bride" she smirked.

"Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean I won't hit you"

"Try it and see what happens....why are you still here anyway? No one wants you here...no one wants you at all...."

"Enough!" Hank demanded with authority.

"Ohh Hank thank god your here...."

"Cut the crap....I heard every thing. I thought that you and I had something special...guess I was wrong...don't bother turning up to Thursday night dinner. You aren't welcome. And by the way Nail's... I want Jade here she's always welcome here" Nails scurried off in a mood to Angel's side who eyes both Hank & Jade.

"I uhh have to go" Jade sniffed.

"C'mon. Let's get outta here. I need some space."

Hank lead the heart broken girl over to the parking lot. He gave her the spare helmet from his bike.

"what? I hear pancakes and ice creams are good for broken hearts" a small smile made its way to Jade's features. She clips her helmet on and before she knows it they whizzing down the Santo padre streets. Once Hank has parked the bike he leads Jade to a small 24 hour diner. "This place has the best pancakes in Santo padre."

"I'll have to take you're word for that el pacifcador"

"Si ma Bella dama" Jade shakes her head in confusion.

"my Spanish is shocking...which is embarrassing considering I live in a border town"

"Just Abit" Hank teases as they take a seat..."I'll have to teach you. I'm an excellent teacher"

"I'm sure you are" the waitress approaches their table with a warm smile.

"Annie good to see you"

"You too Hank, how's your mom?"

"she's great thank you....oh this is my friend Jade"

Annie extends a hand for Jade to shake. Jade has barely touched the older woman's hand before Annie drops her hand like a hot stone.

"what? What's wrong?" Jade asks panicked.

" You my dear girl are in love with the wrong brother" with that Annie hurries to make the order she knew Hank & Jade wanted without asking.

Jade's brow furrowed. "What does she mean? In love with the wrong brother? I mean Ez is nice and all but I would never look at him like that"

"Annie and my mom have let's say... special gifts? They can see aura's and all that stuff"

"Oh ....I see"

Annie repeats with the order of coffee pancakes and ice creams. "See..."

' I get it now'

"I'm guessing Nails was the girl?"

"Was being the right word....I dunno. I just thought maybe she different? Like I dunno she might just like me for me" Jade reached across the table and took the Mayans hand and gives it ap gentle squeeze in understanding.

" Well, here's to us rejects then eh? "

" I know Angel is my brother but I'm angry. Angry he did this to me. To you. I'll get over it eventually...so will you Jade."

"I hope so...I was dumb enough to think I could be some ones first choice but as usual always the bridesmaid never the bride...fuck... I'm so stupid Hank I should know by now that I am always the last resort, that some one might actually like me for me." In a bid to lighten the mood Hank urges Jade to try the pancakes.

"Damn these are good....know where I'm coming to get my pancake fix from"

Later that evening Hank and Jade strolled together back to his bike. "I suppose I should get you back to the clubhouse so you can go home"

"Yeah...it's been a day"

On the return journey Jade cuddled just that tiny bit closer to the Biker. She could smell his cologne and the smell of leather and whiskey. It was a heady combination.

Hank had been such a sweetheart to Jade tonight. How could Nail's do this to him? Rage filled her thoughts at what she wanted to do. Hank was such a gentleman and Nail's knew how he felt.

' Thank you , Hank for everything" Jade returned the spare helmet. Shaking her hair back into place.

"No, thank you. It was nice to have Abit of time away from all this" Jade agreed with him.

'Yeah...well I'll guess I'll see you around?"

"Sure....just not so long next time?" Jade gave a small smile and pecked a kiss on Hank's cheek.

Hank watched as she drove away into the night.

"well you don't hang around do you?"

" I'd back off if I were you Reyes"

"Or what?"

" You Dont want Jade but you don't want anyone else to have her either. You knew how she felt about you...Nails knew how I felt about her but you both went and done what you did....fuck you don't deserve her. You're both welcome to each other.

Back home Jade ran through all that had happened tonight. It was like she was in some awful dream. But she noted that now the deep feeling of anxiety and worry from earlier had gone, and that the time spent with Hank it never came back like it did with Angel.

The thing that Annie said kept playing on her mind.

"The wrong brother, Gabby like what dies that even mean?" Jade asked. Jade and Gabby met at least once a week for lunch or just a coffee if their schedules wouldn't allow.

"I don't know but I think you know deep down what she meant"

" I do? Cos it's been a week and I'm still not any clearer.."

" Maybe it's Hank?"

"we're just friends Gabby. We are helping each other through this"

"That's how Ez and I started out..."

"yeah yeah..."

" There's a carnival in town tonight you should come...get out for Abit. Ez will be taking me ... something about the club offering security detail I was half asleep when he told me"

' maybe I'll see how I feel...I don't think I'm ready to see the club just yet'

Gabby frowned. "It's not healthy this hold he has over you''

"I'm just trying to protect myself Gabby, it's still really raw... I'll think about it"

Later that afternoon Jade was at home dancing around to the music coming through her headphones and did not hear the knock at her door.

"Jesus Mary and Joseph! Hank you scared me what the fuck!"

"Sorry... I was knocking for ages...nice moves by the way" he grinned

"Shut up.... What are you doing here? Isn't the club on security detail at the carnival?"

"we are but I wanted to ask you to come with me...that's if you want too of course"

"ohh I wasn't going to go...did Gabby send you?"

"Maybe..or maybe I just wanted to take a pretty awesome girl out for a few hours of fun".

Jade thought she was going to melt with how sweet Hank was being. "Well how can a girl say no to that? Lemme change and sort myself out real quick"

When jade returned gone were the short PJ's shirts and over sized shirt. In its place where a pair of denim shorts and black tee shirt that reads "eww David" and her converse

"Eww David?" Hank asked puzzled.

"Schitts creek?"

"Not a clue mi dulce" jade rolled her green eyes.

"seriously you've never seen schitts creek?" " No I don't watch much TV..maybe we can watch it sometime"

"Duh...like I'd let you be my friend if you wasn't gonna let me"

The ride on Hank's bike was quick . The sounds of carnival music , rides and laughter filled the air. Hot dog and candy floss wafted around her.

For the first ten minutes Hank and Jade strolled around together on Hank's security round. They stopped at a stall . "Aww look how big this stitch is!"

" Spoze I'll have to try win you it now huh?"

"Maybe...."

After handing the cash over Hank took aim with the pellet gun. " Score 100 you get the big stuffed toy 50 is medium sized"

With ease Hank fired the pellet gun scoring 100.

"here's your prize" the attendant hands Hank the large toy Jade admired earlier.

" stuffed animal for the lady"

Jade blushed furiously. " Thank you... although I think it was a done deal you fire guns on a near daily basis" Hank shrugs causing Jade to chuckle.

The pair walk around the grounds of the carnival before they find the rest of the MC in the beer tent.

"Why is it every time I see you two, your always eating?"

"I'm a growing boy" Gilly says between mouthfuls of hot dog and cotton candy.

"Yeah growing outwards" Bishop adds.

"Well when is Jade gunna make me some Mac and cheese? ...."

" I swear all you men think about is pussy ,food motorcycles and beer"

Taza laughs at Jade's assumption of the MC, she wasn't far off. The group of chatter us interrupted by club stuff. The men leaving the post of the beer tent. Jade hears a scoff behind her. "Ignore her" Gabby advises.

"Ya know Gabby, once I marry Angel, we will be family..."

" you're no family of mine"

" well I will be...I am wearing Marisol's ring after all and not Jade"

"Nails you don't deserve to wear Marisol's ring. She'd be turning in her grave, god rest her soul"

"c'mon Gabby let's go... I don't think I can bite my tounge much longer".

Jade and Gabby leave Nails in the tent, not wanting to be around the person who caused so much heartbreak.

" Are you ok?"

" I'll be fine..... eventually. let's have a walk about"

"ohh let's go in here" Gabby pulls her pal into the fortune tellers tent.

" isn't this A bunch of hocus Pocus?" She asks skeptically.

"Maybe ...maybe not... It's just Abit if fun"

" Fine..don't say I don't do anything for you"

Jade sits at the table. Madame Starr at the opposite end. She takes Jade's hand in hers and studies her lines in her palm.

" oh Sweet girl... Your heart was bruised... You thought he was the one. He hurt you, I sense he hurt someone else too."

Jade sat froze in her seat. " There's a man...a brother. You love the wrong brother. He's you're one true love. "

Jade bolts from the tent Gabby hot on her heels.

"Jade! Wait!"

Out of breath Gabby catches up with her friend.

Tears that jade tried to hold in erupted. Gabby engulfs her into a hug., Soothing her . " It was Hank wasn't it?" jade nods.

" How can two different people say the exact same thing?"

" Maybe he's who you are meant to be with..."

Jade wipes her face. " This is so fucked up"

" Yep....but look how Ez and I met"

The girls wandered back to the main throng of the carnival. Hank instantly smiling at the sight of Jade approaching.

" All sorted?"

" Yeah, just some punks trying their luck...is it cliché to take you on the Ferris wheel?"

" I love a good cliché" she grins.

Once the pair are in the confines of the cart the view at the top is beautiful. Reds, pinks and oranges blending into a inky sky. Hank just wants to lean over and kiss her.

" Say cheese!" Jade scoots closer to Hank who smiles as she captures a photo of them together. He doesn't move his hand from her waist even when the ride starts to move again.

" Thank you Hank... I've really enjoyed myself tonight".

" Good..good.... Say do you wanna come to dinner on Thursday? " Jade was speechless. Thursday dinner with Hank's mom was a big deal for him.

"mom will feed you way to much food and embarrass me"

"I'd love to Hank. I'll see you Thursday" Jade pecks a kiss to Hank's cheek.

Thursday came around quicker than either Jade or Hank thought.

" Mom, this is Jade.. jade this is my mom"

"Lovely too meet you Mrs ..."

"we don't stand on ceremony in this house. Just Lilly will do"

Lilly went through to the kitchen. ' I'm glad you came Jade.."

" Thanks for inviting me. I'd probably be eating cereal watching schitts creek"

" Yeah I'm still gunna have to watch that. Coco showed me some clips, seems quite funny"

" it is... Don't make plans for this weekend"

The conversation flowed between all three at the dinner table.

" I like you Jade. You have a good heart. You will be good for my Hank"

" Mom!" Jade nearly chokes on her drink.

" ohh uhh we...aren't .."

" Not yet ..but you will be"

Jade could see Hank visibly cringing.

Three people! Jade texted Gabby once she was home.

Over the next few weeks Jade found herself hanging out more and more with Hank. She found herself making sure she had his preferred beers in, Hank would cook for them at his place whilst they watched shirts creek. They would ride out on Hank's bike when ever they could. Hell Hank even participated in face masks and manicures with her.

One evening Jade was over at Hank's place. In what had become their norm, cuddled on the sofa. Not once had Jade thought of Angel, his betrayal. She felt happy, content.

' This is nice'

"hmmm....it is...can I...no never mind" Hank shook the thought from his head. Jade sat up.

" No, tell me''

' I wanted to kiss.." with out either realising their heads moved together lips ghosting over the others. Jade's fingers curled around the back of Hank's neck pulling him closer into her. They only pull away when they both feel the burn in their lungs from lack of oxygen. Jade bites her lip and takes Hank's calloused hand and leads him to the bedroom.

" Are you sure..we ...I " Jade silences him with a kiss walking back wards she lands with a soft thump on the bed. Hank and Jade spend the night under the covers, he worships every curve and angle on her body. This wasn't just sex. It was love. Pure unadulterated love making. It was slow and passionate, not the quick fumbles of days gone by.

In the morning Hank finds Jade cuddled into his side. The memory of last night comes flooding back to him. He drinks in the sight before him. He knows this is where he is meant to be. Jade grumbles as Hank moves from the spot in the bed.

" I'll be back...coffee?" Jade hums in her sleep.

~ 3 months later~

"Are we really doing this?"

" yes we are. You are the one I am meant to be with Hank. I was blind too see it before but it was and always has been you".

" Well Jade Alexis knight, will you marry me?"

" Yes. Yes I will" she beams. Hank slips the white gold band onto Jade's slender finger, and leads her into the small chapel in Vegas. No big fanfare just one witness each and it was done.

" You may kiss your bride" Hank smiles the biggest smile jade has seen and presses his lips to hers.

" Iove you Hank"

Jade parks in the lot of the club house. Nails rolls her eyes as she sees jade approach.

" what are you doing here? You have no business here anymore"

' I do actually...my old man"

"old man?"

Hank appears at his wife's side. " Yeah she's my old lady" he pulls Jade's hand up flashing the wedding rings adorning them.

Hollers erupt around them from the MC.

" You sly old dog... congratulations..." Bishop says bro hugging Hank.

" you do know you gotta go through this all again for the MCs sake right?" Gilly adds

"yep.... I love you Hank Loza....my first and only choice"

" For real though.. where's my Mac and cheese?"

Holy moly I let this run on but for real Hank needs love too!

[sukiitoru]

A mistake

Chapter one: ignorance

Chapter two: realization✵

Chapter three: monster

Chapter four: ancient

Chapter five: truth?

Chapter six: history

Chapter seven: family

Chapter eight: cure

(this will be a short series I haven't decided how many chapters yet but i hope you have a good time reading if you have any suggestions please tell me thank you for reading)

Mc is non-binary pronounce is they/them

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The morning came well can we even call it morning it was still dark but this is the devildom nothing is normal

The voice of crows making noise woke up mc they whine wanting to sleep more but when their alarm starts ringing they get up yawning softly

They rub their eyes softly pulling their hair from their face their hair appears to get even longer which makes mc sigh

'i have to get a haircut soon' they sigh pulling their into a bun (their hair have grown longer to the point of it being long enough to be in a bun)

They go into the bathroom to take a shower putting their hair in a bun after drying their hair and washing their face

looking at themselves in the mirror their eyelashes have grown longer their lips are pale their cheeks are flushed

They looked sick but they didn't feel sick at all their eye burn a little but it's nothing major

They sighed maybe some lipstick can fix their pale lips some makeup wouldn't be so bad

They finish wearing their clothes and put on some lipstick a light shade so it won't be too noticeable cringing while looking in the mirror they still looked weird....

But what can they do they don't have much time and they finish getting ready then getting out of their room going downstairs to have breakfast

Getting into the dining room mc noticed the gloom atmosphere but they won't forgive the brothers that easily

"good morning luci" mc greeted only looking at Lucifer before sitting down on their seat next to Lucifer

"good morning mc- are you alright you look sick?" Lucifer asked taking his glove off to feel mc's forehead to notice it's a little too warm than usual

"no I'm okay i promise my face just looks weird for some reason I'm fine tho" mc answered quickly taking Lucifer's hand off their forehead while smiling softly

"okay....if your sure but if you feel sick at all come to me okay? I'll take you home right away" Lucifer says still a little worried about mc their a human after all his human he promised himself he'll never let them get hurt again after that accident

"i promise don't worry luci" promised mc smiling softly at Lucifer and starting to eat humming softly at the good food since they came to the devildom the expected to not like the food but it was always good somewhat similar to the human world food

They finished breakfast but were still hungry they were craving meat... delicious meat.....meat.....f̶l̶e̶s̶h̶ they shake their head quickly what were they thinking about

"luci do we have any meat?" Mc asked looking at Lucifer feeling their stomach grumble

"oh no mc beel finished all of it we'll have to buy some later were you craving some I'm sorry i'll get you some later okay?" Lucifer apologized patting mc's head gently

"it's okay I'll be going now I'll be meeting Solomon to finish our potion take care luci Don't stress yourself too much" mc says getting up and smiling softly at Lucifer walking out of the dining room and going towards their own room to wait for Solomon

They sat down on their bed getting bored after a while to start feel too warm for their liking they can't even handle the material of their clothes on they take off the jacket of their uniform and start to fan themselves with their hand

It feels too hot too warm too closed off they get up quickly opening their window sticking their head out of it finally able to breath normally

The ringing of their D.D.D made come back to reality mc took their D.D.D only to see it was Solomon calling they answered the call quickly wondering why Solomon took so long

"hey sol is everything okay?" Mc asked quickly worried about Solomon the man in question chuckled softly before answering

"I'm okay dear mc don't worry something just came up and I'm afraid I won't be able to come and finish the potion we can do it tomorrow i apologize"

"oh it's alright thanks anyways sol be careful take care I'll see you tomorrow" mc says after saying their goodbyes mc closes the call

They sigh softly they can't help but feel disappointed deciding to go on a walk to get some fresh air

While walking towards the door they see mammon standing Infront of the door waiting for them when you saw them he lit up and you could see his imaginary tail wagging like a puppy

Mc ignored him and walked out of the door mammon trailing behind them like a lost puppy mc ignoring him anyways

Mc started to walk towards the forest near the house of lamentation mc started to feel hungry again

They were hungry really really hungry they wanted to eat meat they shook their head again what were they thinking they're acting like beel

They kept on walking in random direction suddenly stopping when they heard a noise from the trees they looked up and saw a crow looking at them while tilting it's head mc tilting their as well copying the crow

The two of the stared at each other for a few minutes before the crow went down and stood on top of mc's head

Mc smiled gently at the crow starting to walk back home noticing that mammon wasn't fallowing them anymore

They just shrugged and continued to walk home they decided to hide the little crow in their jacket the crow snuggling into them and not making a noise while mc was walking towards their room

When mc got inside their room they locked the door and took the little crow from their jacket the crow standing on their shoulder

"hmm what should i name you little guy?" Mc says looking at the crow who snuggles into mc's cheek mc giggling softly after

"hmmm how about koko?" Mc asked the crow who chirped mc giggling after and petting the crow who was very friendly

"okay now i have to do my homework you be good koko don't give me trouble please" mc says settings koko down on their bed gently petting the crow before going to the table and sitting down to do their homework

Koko kept on whining for a little but stopped when mc continued to ignore the crow it made a little nest of the blankets and took a nap while mc was working

Mc smiled gently while doing their homework

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With Solomon

"what did you need lord Diavolo?" Solomon asked standing Infront of Diavolo and barbatos who called him to talk about something important

"well i heard from Lucifer what happened with the potion and i wanted to make sure no one came in contact with the potion" Diavolo asked Solomon getting serious

"yes i know i made sure no one did come in contact with it don't worry I'll be searching for an antidote just in case" Solomon answered Diavolo they both knew how dangerous that potion was and they can't risk anyone

"of course that's why i got you this book i hope it will help now be very careful we don't want anyone getting hurt" Diavolo says while barbatos gave Solomon a heavy book with a dark purple colour

Solomon took the book nodding at barbatos and said his goodbyes to both Barbatos and Diavolo before leaving going back to the purgatory hall

When he got home he went to his room and started to search for a proper antidote for the potion and he didn't get anywhere

They was no antidote in any of the books he read he sighed and softly shut the book leaning back in his chair

"that's enough for today I'll continue tomorrow i hope I'll be able to find an antidote fast let's just hope for the best..." Solomon sighed before getting up from the chair and going to bed

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While mc was sleeping with koko beside them they gently stirred in their sleep then cuddled more into their pillow

They opened their eyes gently to check the time on their D.D.D only to see it was only the middle of the night sighing before closing their D.D.D before going back to bed and going back to sleep snoring softly

Failing to notice the shining jewel like red eyes in the corner of the room

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Thank you so much for reading any support is highly appreciated 💙

This is my writing please do not repost copy or claim as your own

[cheri-translates]

Headcanon - When he realises that you aren’t taking care of yourself

Original title: 当他发现你不好好照顾自己

Original writer: 池离子 (chi li zi)

[ VICTOR ]

Working overtime at night, you finally complete your work and return home fatigued. You haven't had dinner, and only drank a cup of coffee and took a bite out of a sandwich in the afternoon.

You slump on the sofa, so tired that you don’t feel like moving an inch. The shops have closed. Because you’ve never had the time to eat at home, there’s no food available. Your tummy grumbles, but you don’t have the energy to search for food.

"Ding dong."

"Ding dong ding dong."

Who is it...

You drag your tired body to open the door, and what enters your line of sight is Victor’s expressionless face.

"Ah... Victor. It’s already so late... what’s up?”

"You’ve only returned home at this time?”

He seems a little angry.

"I was working overtime... How did you know? Were you squatting downstairs or something?”

Before you even finish speaking, your stomach grumbles inappropriately. 

This is so awkward.

"You haven't eaten?"

You nod.

Victor squeezes into your house, walks straight into your house, and takes off his coat before draping it on the sofa.

"What are you doing?"

"Cooking dinner for a dummy."

"Ah, wait...”

You try to stop Victor from opening the refrigerator, but it's too late.

Victor opens your refrigerator, which isn’t even powered. Inside, there are only two bottles of glucose supplements. 

You watch as his face darkens. 

“You don’t have food at home?”

"Nope...”

"Snacks? Biscuits?"

"...nope...”

“How do you normally settle your meals?”

“I... would buy bread from the store. But I didn’t have time this morning so I skipped it... it’s too late now and the stores are closed. And I didn’t have time to cook.... and the food I make isn’t even nice!”

Victor takes two steps towards you, clasping your waist with both hands, and frowns.

"You’ve become thinner.”

You respond happily. "That's great!”

Victor releases his grip on you, puts on his suit jacket, then walks over and takes your hand.

“What?”

"Forget about the rent for this apartment. Come back with me. I’ll cook three meals a day for you. And I’ll pick you up at night.”

"A certain dummy can't take care of herself, so I’ll take care of her."

"Resign from your company. Come to work at LFG. The salary is high, and you’ll get to send your boyfriend to work.”

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[ GAVIN ]

You’re truly a careless person.

You’d fall down on the street, crash into trees while walking, knock your head against low walls, hit your elbow when you lift your hand, and bump your toes against furniture when doing household chores.

As such, your body always has bruises. Sometimes, they appear without you even noticing.

Today, you accidentally cut your fingers while slicing vegetables. While cooking, you were also scalded by the hot oil, resulting in blisters. 

Ah, what a dismal life.

Doing some mental calculations, you realise that today’s the last day of Gavin’s mission, and the day he returns home.

Rinsing the blisters on your arm with cold water, you continue dealing with the dishes in the pot. 

You’re going to prepare a table of food for Gavin! That boy must be incredibly hungry after working outside for so long. 

Click.

You hear the sound of the door opening, followed by a voice in the hallway.

"MC--”

“Hey!” You respond. “You’re back! You came back at the right time - dinner’s ready!”

Gavin changes into a pair of slippers, removes his outer uniform, and heads to the bathroom to wash his hands. You’re currently serving the final dish of stir-fried cabbage, and the table is all ready.

Gavin sits across from you, meticulously eyeing the dishes before him. Without any hesitation, he delivers praise. “Smells good. You’ve worked hard.”

“Hehe, go ahead and eat. I’m really confident in my cooking skills!” While speaking, you hand Gavin a pair of chopsticks. 

Taking the chopsticks from you, he catches a glimpse of the blisters on your arm, and the band-aid wrapped around your finger. 

“What happened?” He asks frantically, setting down the chopsticks and taking your hand in his. 

“This one was due to hot oil... this one was when I was cutting vegetables. I’m okay now!”

You slowly extricate your hand from his. Gavin looks really worried. He stands up and walks to you, carefully looking you up from top to bottom. As expected, he discovers two new bruises on your calf. 

“And this?”

“The one on the left was caused by the corner of the bed... the one on the right was because I bumped against the corner of the table...”

Gavin’s eyes are filled with worry, and he hugs you.

"Why are you so careless... why didn’t you tell me over the phone?"

You pat him on the back.

“You already have many things to worry about! I can’t make you worry about me too... Besides, you don’t always tell me when you get hurt either...”

You feel the arms around you tighten.

“I’ll tell you next time... so you have to tell me too. I’ll try to accept fewer missions, and spend more time at home with you. Okay?”

“Good, good! Commander Gavin must make sure that I don’t get hurt again!”

"Mm.”

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[ LUCIEN ]

It's late at night. Walking out of the elevator, you stand at your door, looking for the keys to open the door to your house.

"Click."

The door opens, but it isn’t yours, but your neighbour’s.

"Little Butterfly.”

It’s Lucien. He opens the door, half of his body out as he peers at you.

"Lucien! Good evening!"

"Why did the Little Butterfly return home so late?"

"Ah, I worked overtime..."

Lucien shuts the door and walks out, standing in front of you. He has changed out of his usual white coat and white shirt, and is currently wearing loose home clothes. Feeling his stare on you, you rub your head in embarrassment. 

“W-what’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”

“Have you not been resting well? You’ve got heavy dark circles...”

“Ah, this...” you look at him in embarrassment. “It looks really bad, doesn’t it... I’ve had too much work on my hands these days, so I’ve been having trouble sleeping at night since my mind’s filled with work even though I’m obviously tired...”

Lucien takes your hand.

"Come."

"Huh? Where are we going?”

"To my house.”

You’re pulled into his house, and a sweet-smelling aroma wafts over to you, making you feel drowsy. 

"There’s a spare pink toothbrush and toothpaste on the counter. There’s a set of pyjamas I’ve been wanting to give you. I’ll bring it over for you. Sleep at my house tonight, okay? This aromatherapy assists with sleep. I promise that you’ll have a very good sleep."

You’ve stayed over at Lucien's house before. The previous time, it was because it was too late and you didn't bring your house key, so you had no choice but to knock on Lucien's door for help.

You brush your teeth and put on the one-size pyjamas he bought you. The fragrance and warm light in the room make you slump on the bed very quickly.

Lucien covers you with a thin quilt. The heater is turned on, making the place especially warm and cosy.

You feel him sitting at the side of the bed, a warm hand on your back, patting your back and coaxing you to sleep. 

"Little Butterfly... don’t go back... live here with me, and you can sleep well every night..."

"Mm... mm..."

Admist his gentle voice and gentle tapping, you fall asleep.

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[ KIRO ]

You’re on your period, but the company’s affairs are getting busier and busier. Every day, Kiki can see your pale face as you shift between various departments. 

By the time you get home, the heater has stopper operating.

You’ve always felt cold easily, no matter what time of the year it is, and whether you wear shoes and socks. 

At the end of a busy day, you collapse on the sofa while covering your stomach, but it just hurts more and more. Because your hands are cold, it's perhaps more accurate to say that your stomach’s covering you.

"Click--"

You heard the sound of the door opening.

"Miss Chips!!"

Kiro's energetic voice drifts over.

This is your home, but you gave Kiro a key, and he occasionally stays over at your home without notice. He just finished filming a drama today. After rushing through a dinner with the producer, he bought a lot of snacks and visited your place.

"Ro Ro... ooh..."

You lie on the sofa and stretch out your hand to him. He tosses down the bag of snacks, grinning while giving you a hug.

You tousle his short blond hair as he nuzzles against your chest. When he reaches out to grab your hand, he ends up grabbing a cold object.

Lifting his head, he sees that it’s ndeed your hand.

"Miss Chips, why are your hands so cold..."

He releases his hold on you, then covers your hands with his. Unfortunately, they aren’t sufficient to warm you up.

"Want to take a bath? Maybe your hands will feel a little warmer."

You frown.

"I don't want to! I'm so tired... also, my stomach hurts so much. I... can’t take a bath right now.And my feet are so cold..."

Kiro tilts his head to look at your feet. Soon after, a pair of thin socks are pulled onto your feet.

"Miss Chips... why don't you lie down on the bed? You’ll feel warmer under the covers..."

"I’m tired-”

Even before you finish speaking, Kiro’s arms reach behind your back and knees. He lifts you up steadily, and easily carries you to the bed.

After he covers you with a quilt, you watch as he hurries out. After a short while, he returns with a cup of hot ginger tea and two warm water bottles.

Placing the cup into your hands, he heads to the end of the bed, placing a warm water bottle underneath your feet. Once you’ve finished drinking the ginger tea, he hands you the other water bottle. 

"Miss Chips... if you don't feel well, let someone else handle the work. Don’t tire yourself.... I’ll come over more often next time, to make sure that you’re taking good care of yourself.”

Soft blonde hair once against nestles against your chest. 

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[ SHAW ]

You’re almost late, and you’re rushing to the company. The scorching sun beats down on your pale face. 

All of a sudden, darkness overcomes your vision.

When you regain consciousness, you find yourself lying on a hospital bed. A noise is at your ear, but you’re still in a daze and unable to comprehend what is being said.

Turning your head towards the sound, strands of lavender hair occupy your vision. Your eyes widen. It’s Shaw.

“Hello, hello? Are you deaf? Can you hear me?”

Mustering the final bit of energy you have, you return his words.

“Lower your volume. I’m not deaf.”

Shaw purses his lips.

“You’re still in the mood for jokes. You scared me to death. If I didn’t see you collapsed on the street while skateboarding to class, you might still be lying there right now.”

"Thanks...”

Shaw leans in closer, staring at your intently.

“Mary Sue, the doctor said that you have low blood sugar. Didn’t you have breakfast?”

“I didn't have the time... I worked overtime till late yesterday, and didn’t get enough sleep. I was almost late this morning, so how could I have time for breakfast...”

Shaw ponders for a while.

“That’s not right. If you’re fainting like this, it’s not because you didn’t have breakfast. You didn’t eat last night, did you?”

You nod.

“It was so late... I was so tired, so I skipped dinner...”

"Tch.”

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Once you’re discharged from the hospital, Shaw moves into your place.

In the mornings, he’d shake you till you get up, and you’d enjoy the breakfast he prepared. At noon, you’d receive the snacks he buys for you, garnering envious glances from female colleagues. When you work overtime at night, he’d appear in your office with his skateboard and a bento box. After returning home from a long day of hard work, he’d retrieve a small cake from the refrigerator like magic.

“Shaw, stop feeding me. I’ve gained five pounds.”

He spins you around twice, pinches your tummy, then chuckles.

“That’s just right.”

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