#I DON'T KNOW WHY I JUST WANTED MC TO BE SAD OKAY

[romance-rambles]

modern clarence | true love's kiss

The one where you kiss the merman awake, and in return, he wipes away your tears. Meanwhile, William is both oblivious and confused.

2.3k, alternate scene in clarence's azure island route, angst + humor, reader is mc, series: none

WAITING IS A TERRIFYING GAME.

You take Clarence's hand in yours, desperately trying to think of anything but the half-coherent fears buzzing around in your ear. They whisper the same thing over and over again, deliberately circumventing the semi-comforting words of the young medic who had teased you earlier.

He is fine now, but what if.

What if, what if, what if—

Amidst the constant chanting, you make a note to throttle your boyfriend. Honest and deliberate communication can come afterwards, once he's realized how much he worried you. It's a good thing you've developed a habit of listening to your instincts—what if you hadn't been waiting for him on the beach? What if something far worse had happened to him?

Gnawing at your bottom lip, you curse his usual tendencies—so very Clarence that they remind you that this is the man you fell in love with.

"Wake up, or I'll go date William instead," you threaten, in a hushed whisper.

Your voice cracks early on, though it's not as though its trembling quality could lend itself to a threat anyways. Leaning over, you brush his wet bangs out of his face lovingly. Then, your hand slides down with a gentle carress and cups his cheek, wiping away the water dripping from his hair.

With color slowly returning to his lips, you can allow yourself to appreciate his handsome face in an effort to pass the time. Now, you can almost imagine he's asleep, much like the princess in Sleeping Beauty—quietly awaiting the true love's kiss that'll wake him up.

CPR, that is, you correct yourself.

Due to your mistake, your cheeks take to burning, as though the shame flooding through your system will temper your own tendencies. You dare not accept the reminder of the medic's words that your brain helpfully offers you. Instead, you barrel onwards, as if it never existed.

"Ten seconds," you murmur. It sounds like a promise. "I'll kiss the merman—ahem, perform CPR in ten seconds."

A bit too faithfully, unfortunately.

With a grimace, you squeeze Clarence's hand gently. The humor behind your blunder had briefly calmed you down, but as your countdown begins, you find yourself back at square one. You really will throttle him.

In lieu of reaching for his neck, you pull at his cheek gently, just enough that it soothes your worry. Not once does he stir—and perhaps that's what emboldens you. Slowly, the distance between the two of you shrinks, and you are so preoccupied by the almost hypnotic hold your repetition has on you that you don't notice.

But when you do—

I can count his lashes, you realize, blinking away the familiar burning sensation in your eyes.

By now, you've lost track of where you were—both in terms of the countdown and your surroundings. There are people on the beach, but, perhaps, having sensed your volatile emotions, they do not dare cross over to the little spot on the beach you have to yourselves. You start counting again, expertly dodging the temptation of kissing your beloved.

10, 9, 8...

When you reach the final number—zero, not one—you reluctantly let go of his hand. And, mirroring your other hand, the newly-freed one comes to rest on his cheek. The mole underneath his eye disappears under your trembling thumb.

When you hit zero, you finally allow yourself to kiss the merman.

SOMEONE IS KISSING HIM.

This, Clarence surmises even without opening his eyes. They're touching his face too, as if even the rarest of treasures are incomparable to him, even as they tremble against him. He knows, instantly, that it is you.

Who else would touch him so lovingly? And who else has touched him so lovingly?

When he opens his eyes, Clarence is rewarded for his guess by the sight of you leaning over him.

Your eyes are closed; unshed tears cling to your delicate lashes, quietly asking him to do something about them. There's little time to be flustered. Yet, paradoxically, it is the best time to be flustered. Your lips are soft and they taste of your favorite chapstick—the one you obsessively put on when you're stressed.

Somehow, though he doubts the formula changes every other day, it tastes sweeter each time he rediscovers it.

For a moment, he closes his eyes, lifting his hand up in the air, just above your arm. His cheeks are still warm, and his ears even warmer, when he rethinks his move and finally fulfills the request.

You open his eyes, startled by his gesture.

"Clarence?" you sputter out weakly, once you've established some distance between them both.

He has half a mind to point out the irony of the moment, before you go ahead and wipe your tears away. His gaze fixes itself upon your hands, clad in the same protective gear as his own. The warmth he felt from your touch would've had him believing otherwise, if he did not have his sight to fall back upon.

Hoping to find something to occupy himself with, he reaches for his glasses. They are, of course, not there—he'd replaced them for contacts before he went diving.

Thankfully, you seem oblivious to his blunder as you wring your hands, desperately looking for an excuse.

"That's, um—"

The black diving suit you're wearing contrasts sharply against the gold and orange of the evening sky. It was early in the afternoon when he dove into the waters, and then—the gears begin to turn in his head, reminding him of how he'd collapsed into your arms. Some leniency, he thinks, is deserved.

"CPR," Clarence says slowly, feeling a sharp twinge of pain in his head as he sits up. "Is that not what you were doing?"

You look at him, clearly bewildered. Soon, as scarlet blooms across your cheeks, you're diving into the crook of his neck with a groan. There's some kind of inside joke he's missing, but he can't find it in himself to worry about it too much.

"Don't," you say fiercely, "ever do that again."

As you adjust yourself against him, your body now pressed up against his, your grip on his diving suit tightens. Coherency leaves him that same moment—all he knows to do is wrap his arms around your trembling form and softly call out your name.

At some point, he'll tell you all that he's learned. About your mother. About the strange python he'd encountered, the one that seemingly shared his voice. But for now, it is just you and him, bathed in the rosy hue cast out by the sun, and—

"Thank you for waking up."

WHEN YOUR SNIFFLING SUBSIDES, CLARENCE begins to delve into the series of events that led him to stumble into your arms. You listen intently, only ever interrupting him to offer your own conclusions.

That is, until he admits he'd like to face anything and everything in his path with you.

Your sentiments are well-practiced; your only argument, compelling. It's true—you are his lover, and you do occupy an entirely different tier within his heart. There is no one else he'd trust more to watch his back. You cannot do that if you're not by his side.

You offer him your pinky and he links his own with it.

"Okay," he says softly. "I promise, my lover."

Your eyes narrow fondly at him. Slipping your pinky out of his grip, you throw your hands around him. It seems you're still shaken up by the experience, and Clarence—having already put himself in your shoes and concluded that he'd act no differently—can understand why.

"Okay," you repeat. You've both changed out of your diving suits, having exchanged them for your usual summerwear somewhere in between the two events. "I'm going to hold you to it."

"Alright."

His assumption that his agreement marks the end of their conversation soon turns out to be false. You hug him tighter, leaving your soft hair with more opportunities to tickle his cheek. After a momemt, you sheepishly admit:

"It, um, wasn't CPR."

Clarence can feel his cheeks warm up again. You're faring no better, though it'd be easy to miss with the way you're hiding your face. It's hardly the first time you've kissed each other—though the heightened emotions make for what is perhaps one of the most unforgettable ones yet.

"I know," he admits.

"Okay," you say, clearing your throat. The words come out rushed and awkward. He thinks back to when you rendered him speechless in the Student Council's clubroom and wonders how he could pull off the same thing. "Glad we had this talk."

When he can't think of anything witty to add to the conversation, Clarence simply admits the truth.

"I liked it," he says. You inhale sharply, and he thinks he might've pulled his objective off through sheer, disarming honesty. "Though, next time, I'd like to do it when we're both happy. I...know it's my fault, but—I dislike seeing you cry."

You call out his name, and next time comes faster than he was expecting.

PERHAPS IT'S DUE TO THE recent revelation you bestowed upon him that William can't help but take note of the distance between the two of you. Your hands are still intertwined, though, proving the truth behind what you'd said to him earlier.

He has—

He has a lot of questions. Like, actually, a lot. As in, actually, he'd spent the entire time preparing a quiz worthy of the Student Council President.

Because if it's true, then he's calling dibs on being the best man at the wedding. And William sure hopes it is because he's already made plans to become Uncle William to any of your future children, whether they're of the human or cat variety. The ship has sailed for yours and Clarence's current, combined brood of cats, but he'll try hard regardless.

His progress with Beanie was looking quite promising when he'd visited you before the trip, after all. He's tentatively excited about the play date he's scheduled for himself after the trip.

The only problem is, he can't really wrap his head around it. How? And why? Is Clarence even capable of seduction?

As he plops down onto the sand, now much cooler than it had been in the morning, William makes a show of scolding Clarence. The scary dark mage of the Student Council doesn't need to know that he almost burned a misshapened circle through the rug in his room. Besides, how often does he get the upperhand?

Never.

He nods decisively. Right, never.

Thanks to the setting sun, your faces have taken on a reddish hue. And while the fear of potentially losing Clarence—one he can relate to—has rendered you unable to speak without introducing a shrilly note to your voice, the guilt of leading you to that point has left Clarence unable to go a sentence without coughing politely into his clenched hand.

It must've been bad.

You must've been downplaying it when you texted him. It'd been a short message, straight to the point. For a moment, William almost convinced himself it was Clarence before he remembered that the president does not text without proper punctuation.

(And for a small, small fee, William thinks he could be persuaded to remember that scene a bit more clearly—so long as news of it does not reach Clarence's ears.)

"Alright," he says, temporarily putting his plans for a pop quiz on hold, "I think it's time we went back to the hotel. I'm exhausted, Clarence. Do you know hard it was to stare at my phone for so long?"

To William's surprise, his fellow Student Council member smiles faintly. It's a bit strange looking at him without glasses on, as if something is just undeniably wrong with the very fabric of time and space itself.

"Thank you, William," Clarence says, and the pink-haired boy is left to blink confusedly. Something really is wrong. "I'm sorry to have worried you."

"Worried?" he sputters out, his own cheeks growing warm. "I—okay, maybe I was a little worried."

"A little," you echo. Your intentions are hardly as sincere as your boyfriend's—and gah, that's still weird. "Just enough to want to go looking out for him in my stead, right?"

As the couple begins to smile, now looking eerily similar to each other, William hurriedly stands up. The colors of the setting sun don't cling to their faces nearly as much as they once did. Whatever awkwardness was between them seems to have vanished, almost instantaneously.

He can't help but think that his upper hand is no longer his.

"Anyway, I'm starving!" he says, pointing in the direction of a nearby restaurant. The two of you have already changed out of your diving suits, so he figures it won't take too long to get served. "Since this is all Clarence's fault, I think he should pay!"

The man in question chuckles and easily agrees to William's request. Then, as another reminder of his new relationship status, Clarence looks over at you, and William swears he can see hearts in his eyes.

Squinting, he wonders, Should I have been worried about you instead?

Clearly, something spooky had happened when his fellow student council member went to look at the totems. That means—and the pink-haired student shudders at the thought—there's clearly some truth to the legends. And if magic is real, then—

Maybe the dark mage of the Student Council is not Clarence, but you.

"Are you coming?" you call out, cutting through his thoughts. You and your boyfriend are both standing, with an expectant look in your gazes. "I thought you were starving."

He squints at you for a moment. At your kind smile and much gentler countenance, compared to the guy you've decided to date. So what if you tease him sometimes? It just means you feel close to him.

Yup, that sounds right. Having made his decision, he nods to himself and says:

"There's no way!"

When he finally joins his waiting friends and they ask him what he was mumbling about, he only assures them they have nothing to worry about.

#fics by aya #lovebrush chronicles #lovebrush chronicles x reader #for all time #for all time x reader #clarence clayden #clarence clayden x reader #lovebrush clarence x reader #lovebrush clarence #lbc clarence #lbc clarence x reader #rambles from here on -> #um. i can explain (no i can't) #I DON'T KNOW WHY I JUST WANTED MC TO BE SAD OKAY #she's already panicking when clarence wakes up then calms down because there's time to get out of their clothes #here? she's a goner. SHE'S GONE. he stays asleep/fainted for longer and she's kissing him thinking please please wake up #which is. why she's crying. that's my excuse and i'm sticking to it #also william is there because i needed someone to um. point out that they're embarassed. #was originally not going to make the “i kissed you” scene but. um #GAJSJSHSHS I JUST WANTED THEM TO BE EMBARASSED #btw i can't recall if. they have kissed before. but you can't tell me they haven't #i think all the boys are supposed to get their first kiss w the picturas but. it just does not make sense for clarence #considering the scene and the pictura #therefore he has definitely kissed mc before

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinking about dream daddy again and god brian makes me so mad

#random thoughts #dream daddy #HIS ROUTE ISN'T EVEN ABOUT HIM #okay so the thing about the fleshed-out routes is you can tell a lot about a character depending on how many people are around #like with craig his first two dates involve at least one of his kids and a lot of social interaction because he's so overworked #so his final date where you just spend time with HIM one-on-one hits a lot harder #while with joseph he surrounds you with people but takes little periods of time to be alone with you to make a move #before instantly surrounding you with people again so you don't have enough time to question if he just made a pass at you #which is why his final date with you on the boat hits so hard: he purposefully isolated you in a place you could not easily leave #so he could make his move #and with brian... all his dates involve daisy in some way #which would imply he's trying to maintain some sort of distance? but he's not. he actively wants to befriend you #daisy and amanda keep tagging along... and for what? #they're eventually sidelined anyway! each date involves a moment where daisy and amanda are gone and you get a moment alone with brian #brian is the dad whose kid is the most present in his route and it says. literally nothing about him #make it so your character keeps inviting brian out and brian keeps making it a 'bring your kid and make it a playdate' thing or SOMETHING #maybe he's been raising daisy by himself for so long he's a bit rusty on how to interact with someone he's interested in? #on the second date daisy and amanda could have stayed home. it would change nothing #have daisy be sick and amanda be otherwise involved (maybe imply they're both faking to get out of fishing/get brian and mc to smooch) #like i don't think i'd mind daisy being around so much if she wasn't such a nothing burger of a character #give her some flaws! have amanda think she's weird or creepy! show us why she has no friends! #why is brian's route centered around our mc's daddy issues. we don't know his dad. we don't give a shit about his dad. #brian's route's main conflict ISN'T EVEN ABOUT HIM??? WHAT THE FUCK #you're essentially forcing us to make a character choice based on a backstory you also forced on us. you fallout 4'd us. #like okay. there's a lot of 'here's a part of your backstory you didn't know about' in dream daddy but this specifically doesn't work #like the ska band? it's a jokey plot device that's kind of weak but also a bit whatever #alex? is an explanation for why you're a single parent. very sad. not very fleshed out. #mc's dad? IS THE FOCUS OF AN ENTIRE ROUTE?????? WHAT THE FUCJ #literally no reason to do that. it makes brian a flatter character whose whole purpose is to react to your daddy issues #GIVE HIM FLAWS. MAKE HIM THE ONE WHO TAKES THE COMPETITION TOO SERIOUSLY

[harunayuuka2060]

Vil: Would it possible to change your mind into liking me back if I tell you that I'm in love with you now?

MC: …

MC: I don't understand why you are asking me this, Vil.

Vil: It's a hypothetical question. Would you change your mind?

MC: …

MC: *smiles* You should know more than anyone, that I value commitment.

MC: I won't do anything to hurt Che'nya.

Vil: …

Vil: I see. He's lucky to have you.

MC: *chuckles* I honestly think it's the opposite.

Vil: …

Vil: Anyway, we will be having a trip overseas. You'll be away with him for a few months.

MC: Alright. I'll explain it to him. Is there anything else?

Vil: …

Vil: None for now.

Che'nya: Eh~ A few months? *sad frowns*

MC: Yes. I'm the one who assists Vil, so I have to go there with him.

Che'nya: *pouts*

MC: …

MC: I will call and message you often.

Che'nya: *pouts even more*

MC: …

MC: How about souvenirs?

Che'nya: *thinks* Hmm… No.

MC: …

MC: What is it? Just tell me.

Che'nya: Bring me with you. :3

MC: Not possible.

Che'nya: *whines* I can't believe you! You're just leaving your new boyfriend behind?

Che'nya: If it's already like this, I wonder what it'll be like when we get married?

MC: Che'nya-

Che'nya: I have needs, y'know?

MC: …

Che'nya: :3

MC: Should I stop taking you seriously?

Che'nya: Nooooo! But in all seriousness! At least pamper me before you leave~!

MC: …

MC: What kind of pampering?

Che'nya: :3

MC: Che'nya.

Che'nya: I promise not to leave marks! Or at least not that many. :3

MC: …

Vil: Why are you covered up?

MC: *has hickeys around their neck because of Che'nya* I'm cold.

Vil: ...

Vil: *doesn't want to ask further*

Vil: Anyway, you should know that we will be sharing a hotel room.

MC: Huh?

Vil: Dad made a mistake in booking the rooms.

Vil: Don't worry. It's a suite.

MC: ...

MC: I see. However, will you be comfortable sharing a space?

Vil: Yes. *smirks* Didn't we use to sleep in the same bed together when we were younger?

MC: I'm sure I always end up on the floor.

Vil: That's because you liked to move around.

Vil and MC: *chuckles at the memory*

Vil: ...

Vil: Let's enjoy this trip together, MC.

MC: *smiles at him* Yes.

Vil: *is clear to him... that MC is smiling to him as his dear friend and not someone who is in love with him*

Vil: ...

Vil: How the tables have turned.

MC: Hm? What did you say, Vil?

Vil: It's nothing. Let's go.

Vil and MC: *after arriving to the "suite"*

Vil: ...

Vil: It's a honeymoon suite.

MC: ...

MC: I'm calling the front desk.

The front desk: We are very sorry, but it's the only available room we have...

MC: Don't you have other options?

The front desk: Are you two not a couple?

MC: No. I'm his personal attendant.

The front desk: ...

The front desk: You can stay in our staff room-

MC: Okay. I'll do that-

Vil: Forget it. You're not sleeping elsewhere, MC, when you are a guest too.

MC: But Vil-

Vil: I said forget it.

MC: ...

MC: *to the receptionist* Are there no other hotels we could stay at?

The front desk: At this time of the year, hotels are mostly fully booked, but I'll do my best to get you a reservation.

MC: *smiles* Thank you.

The front desk: I deeply apologize for the inconvenience.

Vil: ...

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst chenya #twst vil #twst vil and mc series 1

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

It's always happened whenever they think no one's looking, the brief moments of respite when their attendant has the time to drift off to their own thoughts.

The brothers thought they'd enjoy those moments, of silence and respite, they're so rare, and MC's always got their hands full with one thing or another.

So...why do they look so sad?

It's not hard to notice them drifting off into their own thoughts, with a pain in their eyes so all-consuming, it almost hurts to look at them.

When MC's gaze clouds over, their eyes turn glassy, ready to cry, the smile falls from their lips, replaced with this slackened, vacant expression, barely holding in whatever it is that pains them.

But then, someone will snap them out of it, and it's like nothing ever happened, they go back to the smiling attendant, working their butt off to keep the brothers out of trouble, taking paperwork off Lucifer and Diavolo's plates, all while helping them all become more than what they were.

They know how Lucifer likes his coffee, they know Belphie's favourite kind of pillow, they keep snacks on hand for Beel and never laugh or poke at him for being hungry, they share Leviathan's delight and keep up with all his fandoms, they shop with Asmodeus and remind him that his beauty isn't just on his body, they've become Mammon's best friend and always seem to know when to start controlling the chaos, and Satan... MC was perhaps the only one who understood, apart from Lucifer.

When Satan raged, they didn't hide, or laugh at him for feeling, the avatar of Wrath had no idea what to do with someone who simply understood.

With everything they did, all the running around and being reliable, it was scary to see them... quiet. They're so used to seeing MC laughing, grinning, like they could whip all three worlds into shape, if only that pit of sadness didn't swallow them up.

Still, the brothers will ask, want to help, but asking only seems to send a lance of hurt to MC's heart, as they smile so sweetly with watery eyes.

"I'm okay, you don't need to worry."

"It's nothing, just a sad scene in a movie I saw."

"Huh? I'm fine!"

Solomon's the only one who knows what happens when the front door of Cocytus hall slams shut, when silence encompasses the building and MC feels alone behind four walls.

That's when the tears fall, that's when the truth whispers past their lips.

"I miss them, so much."

#obey me nightbringer #nightbringer has me feeling the angst #not me crying #obey me

[skyeslittlecorner]

I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCHH <33! Can I request the kings (satan, mammon, levi, beel & lucifer) when mc is very clumsy and one day mc tripped right in front of them while mc was trying to bring the kings a special dessert they made for them. They get really sad and start tearing up when the dessert gets messed up, so they secretly order 5 more of them to give the kings as a apology.

All your praises are so sweet - Every time I see something like this, I feel like Eligos being patted. Love you too guys

This is probably one of my favorite ideas. I actually burst out laughing when I saw it for the first time. Although not all kings will take the desserts, you'll see for yourself~

Satan would laugh if he saw this. He would help you get up and (still chuckling to himself) make sure you were okay. Dessert is everywhere, but so what? If you're that concerned about it, he'll help you clean it up by taking the cream off your cheek and putting it in your mouth. When he gets five more, it will make him laugh even more, and it will put him in such a good mood that he will even let his nobles taste it (only one bite, and then kick).

Mammon is so big that the entire dessert landed on him. When he takes some to try, he will nod his head in approval. “I would add some gold to it, Master.” He will wipe away your tears and cheer you up. Also, he didn't know what you brought him, so he'll order every dessert in the world just for you. When you see dining room full of delicacies, the only thing left for you is to invite Eligos, because it would be a pity that so many yummy things went to waste.

Beelzebub is truly delighted. You are dirty and delicious. What more could he want? He licks the cream from your body, assessing the taste of both this and your tears. They don't match the sweetness of the cake, so stop crying, baby, and come to him, bite his arm, do you see what these tattoos say? If you are able to walk after "eating", he will suggest baking with you. Beel is an excellent cook. Why not take advantage of it?

Leviathan huffs displeased when he sees you tripping and getting dirty. Where are your eyes? Well, those eyes are welling up with tears, so he will rub his hand over his forehead and help you get up. Go change and wash yourself, and don't hurt yourself on the way. He will forget about this little incident. And when you come back with other desserts, he will frown. And of course, he will take them and won't share with anyone. 

And let me add someone who fits this idea perfectly~

Amon is delighted. When you stumbled, he caught you in his arms and you both got messed up. If you just start crying, he'll coo at you and kiss you, so don't worry, you're so adorably clumsy, it was sweeter than that dessert. He will be the first and offer to make up to a hundred such desserts. Just make them with him, get dirty, continue being so sweetly clumsy... Although, seeing how happy he is, maybe you'll take care of the dessert in his pants first?

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb mammon #whb amon #whb eligos #skye's little talk

[nikirikistan]

My music bank partner

~ wonbin ~

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍!��𝒐𝒏𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝒙 𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒌'𝒔 𝑴𝑪𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌. 𝑭𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔?

Super Shy - NewJeans

The camera pans to show Wonbin. His hands were covering his face. "Wonbin, are you okay?" you asked, gently holding his wrists removing them from his handsome face. "What's wrong Wonbin?" "Something on your mind?" putting on a worried face.

He reads his script before hesitantly reading it out loud, "Wait a minute...while i make you mine". Some truth to that sentence.

Hearing him say that makes your heart race, but it also makes you sad since there is no chance of 'us' happenning.

You both say "Music cue" at the same time. Dancing to 'Super Shy' together.

Killin' Me Good - JIHYO

You've been mcing together for a few months now, and you're getting closer. You were excited to spend some time with him today. Except today, Wonbin has to be on set with the 'knowing brothers'. At the very least, you'll get to see him next week, you reasoned, attempting to see the bright side.

You were standing next to Jaehyun from 'Boynextdoor', who was Wonbin's replacement for the day. He is attractive, resembling Heeseung from 'enhypen,' of which you were a fan.

"You're killin me" putting your hands on your heart acting hurt. "What's wrong, what did i do y/n?" Jaehyun sulking.

"You're making me feel something new" you said with at smile. "Oh really y/n?" he asked, smiling at the camera.

"You're making me feel so brand new". "Oh, i should mc with you more then!" "Don't you guys think so?" He said waving at the camera.

Wonbin watching on his phone, Jaehyun waving at 'him'. He felt a tinge in his heart. Was he...jealous? At the very least, Jaehyun's a good guy...

Memories - RIIZE

You and Wonbin have completed interviewing all the groups. You're both alone in the shared waiting room, resting together.

"So how was it mcing with Jaehyun?" He pretended to be unbothered. "It was good, but i wanted to mc with you, the script was really fun." You stated. "Really?" he asked, knowing you were flirting with the male mc. Did that mean you wanted to flirt with him? he wondered.

"Did you watch it?" you questioned. "Yea, i did during my break" he admitted. "Was i okay?" "I'm not sure why i felt so awkward." "I guess i just got used to you." you admit, flushing slightly. He noticed. "I enjoy mcing with you." he added, blushing.

Wonbin came and sat next to you, facing you. "Did you listen to 'memories' ?" he said hoping. "Yeah, i did, it was so good Wonbin" "You did great" you added.

"Well...i made up my own script based on 'memories' for you." he explained shyly. "Really!?" "Are you gonna show me now?" you smirked. "Yes" he responded, preparing his upbeat mc voice.

"Y/n!! don't wanna waste all these feeling!" he exclaimed, while shooting you finger hearts and dancing. You chuckled. All these feeling? You thought. Does he feel the same? Nah, most likely not. "I gotta taste" he said. When he finished, you giggled, pleased that he had put on a little show for you.

"Wonbin that was so good!!" "If I had known you were going to do this, I would have written a script for you as well."

He grinned at me and nodded, wanting it.

"I made this just for you to confess something..." He said nervously. "What is it?" You said confused.

"I like you"

"..."

"y/n...i understand if you don-"

"I like you too Wonbin"

As you express your feelings, you approached him on your tiptoes. Face so close, both of you making eye contact. Your faces both so flushed. Room quiet only both of your breathing heard.

Slowly, he leaned in. You do the same. His lips were incredibly soft and gentle.

She's returning my kiss! Wonbin thought, "I could stay like this FOREVER."

You both seperated, a little out of breath. "So..." you said. "So..." he added. For a few seconds, there was silence, it felt like hours. He then reaches for both of your hands, which you allow.

"Will you be my girlfriend?". he said nervously.

"YES." you hugged him.

He hugged back tightly.

Both of you not worrying about your companies.

a/n: got motivated by one comment. glad someome likes my writing<3

#kpop fluff #kpop x reader #riize #riize imagines #riize fluff #wonbin #wonbin x reader #wonbin imagines #riize wonbin #wonbin riize #wonbin fluff #riize x reader #riize fluff x reader #Kpop scenarios

[lovetei]

hey , i saw ur profile and can i please ask for a favor , yesterday was the worst day on my life, i had a bad grade on my last exam for college and now i can't do what i want with my friends leaving me alone i feel like i can end my life anytime, so please if u can do the obey me boys comforting me or smth please and thanks

Omg hey, please don't say those, there are just times where everything and everyone are against you but who knows, maybe tomorrow or the next day will be the best day? Please be happy :( 🖤

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The characters comforting you after you experienced an extremely frustrating day

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Warnings: Hyperventilating, burn out, MC feeling sad in different ways, nose bleeding, unhealthy studying behavior

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

Lucifers day is the same as usual

Wake up, eat, work, eat, sleep, repeat

But the sleep part was immediately erased from his schedule when he saw you

It was already dark outside

And everyone else has already gone on their way home

And he expected you to have done the same as he already memorized your schedule

But when he saw you, sitting on a bench, alone, inside the garden of RAD

Crying and almost hyperventilating

His none existant soul almost flew away from his body

He ran up to you and sat beside you

Just what the hell happened?

He checked around you for any visible injuries or wounds but there's none

MC why don't you answer him?! He'll help you with literally anything just talk to him!

And then that's when you shakily handed him a piece of paper

He must say that the score is low

But definetly not something to worry about considering the amount of other works you excelled at

"Is it because your score at this test..?" He asked oh so softly, his voice so low and comforting as if any sudden surprise will shatter you

You just nodded innocently

To be honest with himself, this is unlike any other exam for him where he knows or at least he got the idea of what's the answer or what to do

He's completely lost

He never saw you cry this hard before

He can't say "It's okay..." As he pat your back because its obviously not for you

So he just turned into his demon form and hugged your currently vulnerable form with his large, black wings

Hoping that the temporary comfort of keeping you,

Hiding you from the world can help you.

Don't worry, MC.

He's right here...

MAMMON

Mammon's day is as usual too

He just went out to gamble for a few games and won large prizes

He's actually on his way to your room to treat you into something nice until he heard sobs,

Sobs from inside your room

And you're there on the floor with almost everything around you in places where they should not be

Just what happened to your day to make you feel this much...

After a few second of standing there shocked

He finally regained his composure and hugged you from behind

Preventing you from furthering any damage that may hurt you too

"MC CALM DOWN!" is all he can say because it felt like he'll start to cry too if he says more

He's glad that the moment he grasped you,

You just fell into him, cometely exhausted and still a crying mess

He asked what happened and...

It's because every went wrong..?

You got kicked out of your job...

You failed a exam...

Oh...

He doesn't know what to do except to hug you and pat your back as he whispered praises and comforting words in your ears

Saying your enough

You did much more than those exams

That you mean more

And that there will always be a tomorrow

Where he'll be there

Everyone will be there to assist and support your every decision

So just take a break and let him do the rest.

LEVIATHAN

He doesn't know how to react,

He doesn't know how to react when he saw you in his tub

Buried in his blankets and pillows

Trying to quite down your cries

Without even noticing that he's there

Standing beside you

"M-MC..." He stuttered out as his hand reached out to touch your cheeks

You're crying so much...

What do he do?!

He doesn't know what to do...

So without he thought he joined you in the tub and hugged you.

His tail slithering it's way around your waist

Pulling you even closer as if just wanting to merge with you

He then hide his face on your neck and said

"I... I l-love..." He wants to assure you that he's right there and that whatever happens he will stay at the same place

And wait for you

"You... I love MC... So p-please stop c-crying..." You don't even know who's having more trouble right now

You who literally have the worst day

Or Leviathan that is about to burst trying to comfort you

But you must say...

His breathing on your neck

And his warm body totally comforts you

The blue light of the room and the sound of water from the large aquarium adds up too

When you finally respond to him saying a small "Thank you, Levi."

He'll almost tear up.

Thank you for everything too, MC.

SATAN

He knows something was up with you

The pact mark, he felt it slightly burning up

He must admit

He likes the feeling of you being connected to him

But he knows you don't feel the same way.

Wrath isn't for humans at all

So he went around the house looking for you

And luckily he saw you enter the library

Fists clutched

Darkened eyes

And gritted teeth

He's surprised

The amount of burning he felt in the pact mark is definetly dangerous

And yet you managed to keep your calm demeanor...

He didn't dare enter the library until the mark warmed up a little

He also prevented everyone from entering it too

He waited patiently outside the library

Leaning on the wall doing nothing

And even though there is nothing to do for him, the burning sensation is enough to keep him busy

But the burning fire didn't warm up

It dissappeared

And that's not normal

Could you have fainted..?

He immediately stood up from the ground and opened the door

And there he saw you on the table

Books littered on the table until there's now space

And you sitting there with a bloody nose, crying, as you try to push yourself to study

The sight is enough to break his heart into pieces

He closed the door and locked it as he slowly walked to you

And even though he makes his prescense known, and you noticed him

You refuse to even look at his direction saying "Go away... I need this."

You don't.

Punishing yourself will not cause you any good.

He pulled out his handkerchief and gently moved your face to make you look at him.

He cleaned your nose and poured you a glass of water from the pitcher he filled up earlier and left inside the library

He just kept his handkerchief in your nose and tilted your head a bit until the bleeding stopped

He then carried you to the sofa, away from all those books

Before he sat on the ground and rested his head on your lap

Kittens do these to him and it always keep him calm

He hope he does the same to you...

ASMODEUS

He knows how to comfort people he knows

But he doesn't know how to comfort people he loves...

Do you want a glass of wine?

Skin care?

Should he brush your hair?

He'll do anything for you, just tell him.

He can't help but have his heart sink when you opened up to him about how witty your day got.

But now...

All he can do is take care of you.

Put you in the tub and take care of you like a royalty

Before putting you into the bed and laying beside you

His arms and legs entangled with yours as if he never wants to let go of you

He will tap your leg and pat your back until you fell asleep in his arms

And when you finally did

He can't help but cry himself too because

"How come I don't even know what they want to do when they're sad..?"

He loves you dearly, MC

Please know it and hang a little more there...

He'll make sure this life will be worth living for you tomorrow.

BEELZEBUB

What should he do..?

He doesn't know what to do...

He felt so bad that he doesn't know who to comfort you...

So without thinking he bent down a little and lifted you up before running away.

You kept on asking him where you two will be going but he just said "Trust me."

And here he take you to a roof top of a tall building

Him and his brothers seems to own this place as the staffs address him respectfully

You and him sat on top of that place and watched as the run set and as the stars become more visible

He loves these stars and he wants to show it to you

Hoping that the stars will magically make you feel better

He doesn't like seeing you like this, it makes him feel useless.

You know how to tame care of them when they're upset, mad and hungry

But he doesn't even know what to do for you when you feel those things

But if catching these stars will make you happy, he'll gladly do so just for you

But for now

Lay your head on his shoulder and say all of things you can't

And he'll be there to listen to your every word

And if you feel tired

Rest

Because tomorrow he'll be taking you to the sixth ring and show you all the things that might make you feel happy.

BELPHEGOR

He was asleep

But he woke up immediately when you threw yourself on top of his sleeping for sobbing

He can't help but panic when you started to sob the phrase "I failed my last test..!"

And no, he's not panicking because you might fail

He's panicking because he doesn't know how to make you stop crying too

Gosh, these brothers are hopeless

He'll sat you up on his lap and let you straddle him as he run his hand through your hair

He'll then lay you beside him and use a few tricks to make you have wonderful dreams

Things that makes you happy

Things that makes you calm

For short, him.

Once you're already asleep he'll enter a part of your memory and find why you're upset.

...

He's so sorry MC.

You need him all throughout the day and he's not even there...

When he saw the teacher who gave you a low score on this project

He'll give that guy a very secret gift

One that he'll remember for the rest of his life

One that will reassure him that the guy will never bother you

Ever again.

For now, sleep tight

And let him solve this issue his way.

#obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me angst #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc

[strawberry-cowmilk]

Reaction to mc saying she's pregnant? Like they had NO idea. It's their child, maybe she hide it with magic or something and they generally couldn't tell, if that is okay! It's okay if not,

I just think it's a cute conecpt, like just pretend barbs doesn't look into the future,

Again it's okay is not! No pressure,

Wolf !

Hi, wolf! Of course it's okay! I hope you like it

they find out mc is pregnant after hiding it

-> brothers and side characters x mc (no luke)

mc's gender is not mentioned, but is pregnant, not proof read (somebody lmk if the tag is wrong)

content warnings: pregnancy, mild angst

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Lucifer

he's a little offended (??) hurt (??) that you hid it from him, were you afraid of his reaction or was he scary?

regardless, lucifer loves both you and the child to death from the moment he finds out they exist

he's going to take great care of you (though he might come off as a little overprotective)

if you are standing up for a minute too long he will let you sit down

Mammon

oh no, you were play fighting just yesterday, did he accidentally hurt you or the baby?

when those worries ebb away, mammon is so happy he's telling everyone at rad about it

yes he's sad you hid it for a long time but the happiness is way stronger than the hurt

'mc I'm gonna go to the mall to get baby's first gold bar' 'mammon the baby isn't even born yet-'

Leviathan

of course you hid it for a long time, imagine you're the child and you find out your dad is a gross otaku

you're gonna have to calm him down

it takes levi a while to warm up to the idea, but when he does he's really excited for his baby

he's going to want to read tsl to your stomach as a bedtime story (if the baby is a boy he wants to name him henry too)

Satan

satan is kind of in denial, if you were pregnant he would have known right? why didn't you say something?

he's never thought about being a father, he needs a moment to let it sink and do research on babies

but he warms up to the idea eventually, and he'll be the softest you've ever seen

satan got little children's books and those cute music boxes for when the baby comes

Asmodeus

out of everyone, asmo would me the most upset you tried to hide it

but he loves you and the baby so he forgives you soon

asmo might not know how to be a father at first, but he's willing to learn and raise the baby with you

plus he's going to want one of those maternity photoshoots, but if you don't it's okay

Beelzebub

yes he's not happy you kept it from him but baby :))

beel would do anything to make you and them happy

he's really worried you're going to get hurt though, if you're cooking together beel does not let you pick up a spatula or get close to the stove

also beel loves to hug your stomach, it's basically what he does every night now

Belphegor

he's not happy about it at first because he honestly did not want a child

but seeing you pregnant, realising you'd make a great parent, it changed his mind

belphie gets the best pillows and blankets so you can be comfortable while sleeping

if the baby is keeping you awake belphie will try to calm them down

Diavolo

he understands why you hid it from him, imagine getting pregnant with the demon prince's child- oh no are you scared?

it doesn't matter whether you are actually scared or not, diavolo will take his time to show you all is well, he's really happy to welcome his child

he took a picture of you and your cute baby bump, made it his ddd wallpaper and stares at it when he doesn't want to work

Barbatos

it took him by surprise, but barbatos can adapt quickly

he's really happy to be having a baby with you, he's ready to give you anything you need to make the pregnancy easier

do you want tea, a massage or something else? barbatos has got you

he can't wait to meet his baby, he doesn't want to use his powers and spoil it for himself

Simeon

...so that's why you could eat solomon's soup last week without getting sick

he forgives you for hiding it, surely you had a good reason

simeon loves the baby so much he sings lullabies he used to sing to luke for them already, this man's face physically softens every time he sees the baby bump

but really, maybe you should stay away from food that randomly appears in the fridge that simeon didn't make

Solomon

he's a little upset but that's okay, in all his years he's never felt this happy

he can't wait to hold his little baby for the first time

being a human too, solomon knows plenty of stuff about human pregnancy so that's great

'simeon why are you stopping me I'm just going to offer mc a sandwich I made'

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #beelzebub obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #belphegor obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #tw pregnancy #afab!mc

[inhuman-obey-me]

Solomon + 🙊 please and thank you!

"I've never found a way to be honest." - Solomon/MC

You run your fingers over the leather-bound spines of rows upon rows of notebooks crammed too tightly into the bookshelves lining Solomon's walls. Centuries of magical experimentation are recorded therein, thousands of pages of the sorcerer's past efforts and investigations -- and the only tangible glimpses you've ever gotten into his life before.

"You know, you seem like the type of person who would keep a journal," you say, looking back inquisitively towards him. "Do you?"

"What, here, in the Devildom? Not out in the open like that where anyone could find it," he answers with a teasing grin. "Why? Would you like to read it?"

"Would you really show it to me?" You're pretty sure it's not a serious offer, but you perk up a little despite yourself. You can't help it; it's been over a year since he took you on as an apprentice, yet still he dodges your questions every time you try to learn more about him.

"For my adorable apprentice? Of course," he says, his smile never leaving his face, "if I had one to show. But I stopped writing them, oh, a couple thousand years ago probably, so I guess not!"

"Solomon!" you yell in frustration, lightly tossing a stray tome at him that he easily deflects with a flash of magic. "Just say that then! Can't you be honest with me for once in your life?"

"Honest, hm? I wonder," he laughs cheerfully, though there's an edge to it that you're not used to hearing. You can't quite pinpoint what emotion is hidden inside -- sadness, bitterness? Emptiness, maybe, or something else entirely. There's a shadow of something almost dangerous in his storm-colored eyes -- but he captures your hands in his and presses a deep kiss against your lips before you have a chance to understand what it is.

His breath is warm against your face, his fingers intertwining their way tightly through yours, and you can feel the wave of raw, unspoken emotion from him. You start to melt into him against your better judgment, begrudgingly letting your annoyance slip away under his touch.

Then, just as suddenly, he pulls away, that unreadable grin wide across his face again. "How was that? Was that honest enough?"

You could murder this man, if he weren't immortal.

"You know that's not what I meant!" You sigh, then add, "Solomon...why don't you trust me?"

He gives another soft hum in thought, brushing his lips lightly upon your forehead without meeting your gaze. "Trust is a hard thing to give away with all these angels and demons around us," he murmurs finally. "I've never found a way to be honest."

You frown, squeezing his hand in yours.

"Well, I want to trust you, Solomon. So I need you to trust me. Please."

He falls quiet, then kisses you again, softer this time, more vulnerable than the first. When he lets go, his face lingers inches from yours. For the first time, you see a hint of fear in his eyes. They stare deeply into you, as if searching for any reason to back out, any excuse to pull away. His muscles are tensed, ready to run.

But you have always been honest with him. He owes you the same.

"Okay. I will."

#anddd here's the reason for looking up solomon's room for that last post...literally just those first couple lines #obey me #obey me! #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me solomon #om! solomon #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon x reader #om! solomon x mc #om! solomon x reader #obey me fic #obey me drabble #writings #drabble #4000 follower celebration #mod chaos in the devildom

[daytaker]

greetings from clown anon, adored the fic very silly <33

i apologise if i’m filling up your inbox but may i ask for an mc that’s a mortician? that or is just desensitised to death and knows a lot about it, like i imagine whenever the brothers in early season 1 used to do like very specific threats mc would be like “uh actually that’s not how that works” essentially acting like a bit of a smart ass completely glossing over the actual threat

thanksies in advance (´∀｀*)

Clown Anon MCs - [ Clowncore MC | Death-Fixated Science Geek MC | LeVeyan Satanist MC ]

(I'll be real I have no memory of the specific threats and I was too lazy to go look for them but I will follow along the lines of the prompt anyway.)

I'm going to do this one in bullet point form. Hope that's okay.

(CW: a bit gross at times. not quite gore.)

Now I Am Become MC, Destroyer of Worlds: A Death-Fixated Main Character in Obey Me!

Read below the cut.

They're extremely curious about demon anatomy. And not in a kinky way. They want to see how similar the structure and layout of demon organs are to human organs. They want to get full body X-rays when those wings and tails pop up. They want to get it on video when they appear and disappear. Because what the fuck. Yeah, yeah, they get it, magic exists, but still, what the fuck?!

They fully expect Beel to keel over and die one day from overeating. There is no way any single individual can consume the way he does and survive. They're actually hoping that if he does, they'll be able to carry out the post-mortem and see what exactly was going on with that stomach of his. I mean, yes, they'll be very sad he's gone, but at least he'll have died as a martyr to science!

Dead shadow hog? Taxidermied. Dead fire newt? Taxidermied. Dead devil zebra? Brought home, dissected, taxidermied. The brothers don't really like to go to their room because of the constant dizzying stench of formaldehyde that comes from it.

Sometimes they'll just sit and stare at one of the brothers. If asked what they're doing, they'll simply say, "Observing." Reactions to this range from Beel's "Oh, okay," to Levi's "I'M GOING TO MY ROOM AND NEVER LEAVING FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE."

So Solomon's immortal, is he? How immortal, exactly? Is it just that he'll never die from old age? Could he die of a disease? Surely he could die from injuries, right? Has he tested this? Can they test it? Please?

....Please?

Wait, wait, wait. Satan came from where? How? Why? What the hell? Lucifer, take your shirt off, they need to do some investigating. Satan, you too. Lucifer, show them your back. No scars? Not even from ripping your own wings off? Hm. Satan, do you have a bellybutton? ...That's weird, you definitely didn't need an umbilical cord. And you're saying he came out full-sized? Stop telling them it's magic! Magic is just science that people don't understand yet.

Actually, all of you get in here and strip, this has been a long time coming. MC needs to figure out what the hell is happening here.

Why not?

Pleeeease?

Satan, let's talk about one of your murder mysteries! They do this exactly one time, and never again because MC kept interrupting to point out plot holes and inconsistencies. It was so annoying. It kind of ruined the genre for him for a little while.

Leviathan, MC wants to ask you about how you survive underwater. Levi--- Hey, where are you going? Levi?

They write their paper on comparative anatomy of demons, angels, and humans. Diavolo gets a little queasy after the first page and gives them an A. He doesn't want to read the rest, he trusts they did a thorough job.

#obey me #obey me hcs #dthc #hcs #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #ask response #clown anon #this turned into science geek without a filter mc but i think it still works #none of the brothers are dating this one #nope #no thanks #they'll pass #obey me lucifer #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me solomon #obey me diavolo #lucifer #levi #satan #beel

[periludic]

Hello! can you write a sick mc in step 1 of Ol2 and tamarack and qiu just stay by them to keep them company and treat them with treats while their sick I'd like for them to be crushes

" SICK "

📌 Pairing: Step 1 Qiu/Tamarack x GN!MC (Separate)

Qiu "Autumn" Lin

Knew you were sick before you yourself knew

Definitely not because he stares at you for long periods of time. haha.

Checks up on you the day after to see if you really are sick

And surprise surprise! You were!

He kindly asks your Mom if he can check up on you in your room, and of course, asked you if he was welcomed inside your personal space as well

Qiu sits down on the floor next to your bed and stays there for a while, asking about how you're feeling and if he could get you anything at all

After a while though, he stands up with the promise of coming back, before dashing out of the door, leaving you confused

But really, he just went back home to ask his parents if he can stay at your place for the afternoon and got a few snacks to share!!

And if you wanted anything you couldn't get in your house, he made a quick trip to town to get whatever it is you wanted

Watches over you like a hawk

If you dare make one teeny tiny pained noise this stinker goes into full panic mode

"Are you okay? You're not dying are you? I am sorry!"

Meanwhile you stare at him in confusion because why is he apologizing over you being sick as if it was his fault??

Speaks in a softer voice just in case your head hurts, and because he's really worried about you

Would not let you lift a finger, he's spoiling you today and there's nothing you can do about it

Well that's not entirely true, if you get sad or angry about him doting on you too much he would let you do whatever you please

But he's staying by your side no matter what

If you're upset over the fact that you're sick, he spends hours sitting below you on the floor next to your bed trying to stay as close as he could without making you feel uncomfortable telling you funny adventures he, Baxter and Darren had

"Qiu. Get away from me you'll get sick" "But :("

He definitely gets sick a day or so after, but does he regret it? No.

He'll go through anything for you <3

Tamarack Baumann

This girl is prepared

Came over to your house ready with medicine, soup her grandma made, a wet cloth, etc. etc.

Your Mom lets her come inside your room (with your permission of course) because for one, she's a busy woman. And two, Tamarack seems to know what she's doing

Frowns so hard when she sees you sick and uncomfortable

She cares about you so much it actually hurts her whenever you're in any kind of pain

Tamarack was in a state of panic when she first saw you miserable in your bed

"(Name)!! How are you feeling? You're not hurting anywhere are you?" "I feel like I am dying" "Nooooooo!!!!"

Will not leave your side unless you beg her to. What if you fall and explode while she's gone? What if you start hurting and cry?? WHAT IF YOU DIE AND SHE'S NOT THERE???

Yeah. It gets intense with her.

Compared to Qiu's soft doting she's in full on in doctor mode

Whenever you cough or sneeze a lil she's on her feet ready to get you anything

"What? What is it? Medicine? Water??"

You'll have to periodically remind her that you're not in that much pain and that getting sick is normal

Is ready to fan you herself if it starts getting really uncomfortable and hot because lets face it you probably don't have a working AC in step 1 yet

Will sing praises and reassurances if you get scared

The only time she leaves you is when you ask her to get something from downstairs or another room

Other than that she'd glue herself onto you if she could

You actually recover quickly after her visit, its honestly a miracle

Her Omi and Opa wouldn't mind if she stays over at your house until late into the evening

Even when you're feeling better, she'll still stay close to you

Would be offended if anyone tries to separate the both of you

You can't take her away from her precious neighbor!!!

#our life now and forever #qiu lin #tamarack baumann #olnf #olnf qiu #olnf tamarack #qiu lin x reader #qiu lin x mc #tamarack baumann x reader #tamarack baumann x mc

[rose-the-witch1]

PLEASE EXPAND ON THE MC SUMMONING LUCIFER ! PLEASE IT SOUNDS SO COOL

Also sorry if this comes off a s rude or demanding, feel free to ignore this!

[It's okay! I can see you're excited!!]

Lucifer blinked the last bit of magic away, calmly dusting himself off. He was a bit irked for being summoned right in the middle of dinner, but he could punish his summoner later when the price was right. He turned around with a soft smirk, prepared to ask what he could do, when he suddenly stopped.

There you were, eyes widened, jaw slightly agape as memories of the Avatar of Pride and his brothers came flooding back to you. It was overwhelming to say the least, but you didn't care. You quickly ran towards the demon and threw yourself into his arms, causing him to grunt upon impact. You thought he would be mad, but he was just as shocked as you were.

"MC? What in the Devildom are you doing here in this... rundown home? Where have you been?" Lucifer began to question, but quickly stopped when you looked up at him with sad, wet eyes. His gaze softened as he slowly rubbed your back.

It took a moment before you replied. "I don't know. I just woke up here one day, and now I've been forced into a prefect position."

Lucifer's jaw tensed as he listened. You opened up about pretty much everything. The overblots, the unbearable conditions of Ramshackle, how no matter how many cold showers you took you always felt disgusting. The demon's brows furrowed as you mentioned your headmage, Dire Crowley, at the root of it all. The way you described him, the demon couldn't help but be simultaneously in awe and disgusted by Crowley's prideful behavior. He could admire one who took after him, but to put you in a perpetual state of depression over your lack of magic, it plagued his heart with outrage.

Once you were finished bringing Lucifer up to date, you hid your face in his chest, voice cracking as tears formed.

"I just want to go home... I want to see you guys again..."

The demon of pride mulled it over for a moment, still stroking your back, before getting an idea. He smirked once again.

"Perhaps if it's you who summons my brothers and use your pacts to keep them in check, we could have a word with this Dire Crowley fellow and try to at least bring you back to the Devildom."

"You can do that?" You asked. Lucifer chuckled, which eased your mood a bit.

"Of course. And besides, I don't think you would want to miss our talk, I believe seeing him fumble at the sight of a demon or seven would prove satisfactory to you based on how you're feeling."

You grew nervous at the idea at first. You didn't want anyone to be hurt in the process, but then, why should you care? You've been forced to be Crowley's underpaid intern for so long, if anything the headmage had this coming.

Stuffing away your feelings of concern, you nodded and stepped away. Lucifer followed and stood by your side, gently holding your hand as a means to comfort and brace you for the next brother.

After making sure the circle had not been damaged, you cleared your throat.

"With this power, I summon the very face of Greed himself... Mammon...!"

#twisted wonderland #twst #obey me #obey me shall we date #twst x obey me #crossover #twisted wonderland x obey me #feel free to add on if you want!!

[danieyells]

Think about this idea! It's been almost a year and you didn't find the anomaly or how to solve your curse, most of the boys know but aren't really keeping track, a year is so far away and it slips away so fast but suddenly the MC one day starts skipping some classes or acting odd so one of the boys (for special angst one who has a crush on mc but didn't confess yet) ask them what is going on and they fall in the realization when they say "one week left"

I was trying to take a nap when i remembered this ask and this idea clawed its way into my head. So hey.

It's not quite what your idea was, but I hope you like it anyway, anon.

Frostheim.

Vagastrom.

Jabberwock.

Sinostra.

Hotarubi.

Obscuary.

Mortkranken.

Even the previously missing Dionysia ghouls.

You'd met and bonded with all of the ghouls in Darkwick, and even a few outside of it. You'd gone on missions. You'd even begun to get the ghouls to capture anomalies instead of kill them. The anomalies were being studied and discoveries were being made.

But none relating to your own curse.

The Gala came and went, the Laurel Crown awarded. The third years had moved on to become fourth years. You'd had many hard and tearful goodbyes. Promises to meet again that you hoped could come true. Some more firm understandings that this was goodbye, and wishes of good luck.

Soon the new first years would be coming and they would be assigned their houses.

Soon. . . .

"Dandelion?" The temporary Captain of Jabberwock leaned over to stare at you, a curious look on his face. Towa had been inconsolable for a while after Haru had left, and Jabberwock had been plagued by violent storms of snow and hail and lightning. Eventually it all calmed down. You hoped the quieter and natural atmosphere of Jabberwock could heal your stressing heart. All it did was leave you to your thoughts. Thoughts that must have shown on your face. Towa seemed to have had gotten over his own problems, and seemed back to his usual self. His arms looped around you, feeling like warmth and sunshine incarnate. No wonder plants lived him so much. "Here you go! A hug to make your sad face go away!"

You laugh weakly. But it doesn't take the dread away. You turn into him and smell the sweet and floral scent about him, clinging and trying to hide your woes so he wouldn't begin to feel bad again. You thank him, and he gives you a squeeze.

"That didn't help?" Somehow you felt bad for not reassuring him. "What's the matter? Do you miss Haru too?"

You did miss Haru. You missed all your friends and loved ones.

You were going to miss all of your friends and loved ones.

"Whaddyou mean? Tell me." He gave you a squeeze of encouragement. You choked back a sob, but barely managed to whimper out your woes.

"One week left. . . ."

"One week. . .?" In one week the new first years would arrive and be assigned their houses. In one week, it will have had been a year since that concert, since that anomaly, since-- "Oh! Your curse!!"

Part of you wanted to feel angry at how Towa didn't seem bothered by it. He cuddled you, petting your hair. "You're gonna die soon, huh?"

How blunt. He was like this a lot, dismissive about life. Sometimes it scared you, but in ways it was comforting to hear it said so straightforward. Yes, you were going to die soon. Someone said it. Someone acknowledged it. Someone remembered.

"That's okay! Everybody dies eventually!"

"But I don't want to die, Towa!" You cry, snapping your head up to look at him desperately. He parted his lips as of in surprise. "I'm not ready to die! I-- I--"

"Hmm." Towa looked at you with contemplative pity. "So you don't wanna die yet? You wanna keep living?"

You nod. Did Towa think so little of his own life that he couldn't comprehend wanting it to continue? Or was he just that unempathetic? Maybe you didn't mean much to him, and he didn't care if you were gone the way he cared when Haru left.

"Why don't you ask me for help?"

What?

"What do you mean?" You looked at him inquisitively. Towa smiled back down at you, beguiling, lavender hair framed by an inky black sky.

"Why don't you ask me to save you? So you don't die as soon."

You shook your head. "Towa, I was cursed by some anomaly--we never found another one like it, I--I can still remember its eye and nothing that erases my memory works to make me forget. Everytime I close my eyes lately I see it like--like it's coming after me, like it's getting closer. I see that eye in other people's eyes, I--"

"Do you see it in mine?" It's eerily still and quiet in Jabberwock today. You look in his eyes. It's easy, like nothing but you two exists right now. "Is it there?"

"No." You swallow. You don't remember standing. You don't remember Towa standing, either. "No, it's not."

"I can help you. I promise." Why was it so dark? The sky wasn't clouded, and Towa wasn't upset. You didn't remember it being dark when you came here. The warmth of the sun was your only comfort alone with your thoughts. "You just have to ask me. Ask me to help you."

"But. . .how will you help me?" As a matter of fact, it was midday when you came here, wasn't it? Why could Towa talk in the first place. "What can you do that no one else could? Wh-why didn't you say something sooner?"

"Do you want me to grant your wish? Or not?" You could see Towa clearly, but the deep darkness around you reflected no light in his eyes. It reminded you of being in the sunken ship disguised as an undersea palace, when those anomalies tried to keep you from leaving. You didn't feel cold like that time though. You felt warm. You almost felt safe.

"I. . .I. . . ." Something told you to run away. For a moment, you saw the anomaly's eye again. Towa looked irritated, and suddenly it was gone, as if frightened away. You heard thunder crack in the distance. "I want to live. . . ."

"Tell me what you wish for." He smiled at you. It was welcoming and pitying. Like finding a lost child. "I'll keep your safe."

His face was very close, your eyes locked in his. You felt weaker than ever with him holding you like this. The words spilled out of your mouth.

"I wish my curse was gone. . .I wish I could live. . .please help me, Towa. . . ."

Towa smiled and pet your hair. Then he stepped back from you. You clung to his sleeves, afraid of being abaoned to the emptiness around you. Between you, a pale plant grew to eye level, flowering before your very eyes.

"Eat it."

The plant moved itself to your mouth. You parted your lips, allowing it in, and closed your teeth and lips around it like you'd done with so many plants Towa fed you. It ripped itself away from you, and you chewed it. Your mouth was filled with complex flavors, sweet and bitter and painful and unfamiliar. Your senses were filled with something soft and numbing. But you still felt the strong press of Towa's lips on yours, pushing the flower down your throat. Somehow, you didn't gag from the pressure.

When you swallowed, a wave of nausea hit you. The sickly feeling was followed by electricity, jolting through your mouth and down your throat and up your spine, into your stomach and brain. You felt it travel to the tips of your fingers and pores, arcing across every hair along your body.

And then the sharp pain and blast of fog filled your head.

It felt like roots implanting themself through your whole body, as if replacing every part of your nervous system. You opened your mouth ask what was happening, but all that left you was a scream so loud it hurt your throat. Your eyes and face burned with your tears.

You dug your nails into Towa's arms as he pulled Way, and he watched on without helping as you began to vomit. It hurt. All of this hurt. You vomited burning and freezing mud, and what you vaguely grasped to be seeds. The empty world around you seemed to consume the mess, drinking it up and burying the seeds into the invisible earth.

As you heaved and gasped when it finally came down, you watched another plant grow. This one was familiar. It flowered quickly, and you remembered the flowers of the anomaly that cursed you. You saw them flower and grow, and you gasped, yanking your hands away from Towa to cover your eyes.

Not again, you didn't want to see the eye again.

It wasn't until you heard lightning and hail, feeling the fall of it directly in front of you that you realized you couldn't remember how the eye looked anymore. The memory was simply gone.

"Did you feel it? It was like being struck by lightning, right?" Towa's voice echoed around you jovially. "That means we're soulmates now. Because your soul is mine now. Our pact is sealed. And your curse is gone."

"Wha--ow. . . ." You snapped your head up, pulling your hands away from your eyes to look at Towa, only to shield your eyes from the bright, warm sun of Jabberwock. It burned, after being in the dark so long--and after the sensory overload after eating that flower. Looking down and shielding your eyes from the light, you saw something smouldering between yours and Towa's feet, surrounded by charred petals. "What. . .what did you do, Towa. . .?"

Towa made an inquisitive sound at you, tilting his head. He once again looked innocent. He once again couldn't speak under the light of day. He smiled and giggled, covering your eyes and kissing you again, humming happily against your lips. From being around him for over a year you'd already begun to understand him when he couldn't speak. He was reassuring you. You'll be okay, he says. You don't need to be afraid anymore.

"But. . .my soul. . .a pact. . .like a. . .?"

Like a demon?

Was Towa a demon?

He pat you on the back, silently saying not to worry. And then, he leapt into the air, off to somewhere else in the former safari area, leaving you to pull yourself together.

The eye was gone from your mind. You couldn't remember anything besides the flowers and their charred state in the beautiful green grass of Jabberwock.

You held your stomach, feeling it knot with nerves.

The curse was gone. You'd live. . .but now your life was in Towa's hands.

You began to leave Jabberwock, turning over in your head how you would tell Cornelius what happened. You'd made a pact with a demon to spare your life. . .but the demon was on campus. He was a threat. He had power. A lot of power.

The moment you started to consider telling them it was Towa, you screamed out in pain. Electricity ran through your very existence, not just your body but your soul too. A warning.

You caught your breath where you collapsed in the grass, one of the anomalous animals nervously sniffing at you until your rising startled it into fleeing. Right. You couldn't share who the demon was. But you could say there had been one and that your life was safe now. . that you were aware of.

Once your shaking legs were steady and the phantom pain subsided, you made your way out into the main grounds and towards the main building. It was probably important that you share the news. . .whether or not it was good.

#towa otonashi #tokyo debunker fanfic #I KNOW I SAID I SUSPECT KAITO BUT CONSIDER MY OTHER SUSPECT. . .TOWA. #tokyo debunker #danie yells at tokyo debunker #danie yells writing

[harunayuuka2060]

Ace: Ugh... Why do we have to look for MC?

Deuce: *is pumped up*

Ace: Hey, Deuce. Why do you look excited?

Deuce: Didn't Grim say that boss is working outside school? I wonder what kind of job they have.

Ace: Yeah. He did say that. But... *frowning a little* When did you start calling them "boss"?

Deuce: A few weeks ago. I requested to be taken under their guidance!

Ace: ...

Ace: So... Did they?

Deuce: N-No... They said that the idea was absurd...

Ace: Eh... Poor you. *then spotted them from a distance*

Ace: Isn't that them?

MC: *Cheka is sitting on their shoulder while playing with their hair*

Ace: Wait.

Deuce: That's... Cheka Kingscholar, right? What is he doing with them?

Cheka: I like you! Can't I hire you as my personal bodyguard?

MC: No.

Cheka: But you were so cool fighting the bad guys! Boom! Pow! Kick! Slam!

MC: Yeah, yeah. Who are your parents? Do you know their names?

Cheka: My dad's name is Falena Kingscholar! I'm sure you know him!

MC: Nah. Doesn't ring a bell.

Cheka: You don't know who my dad is?

MC: No.

Cheka: But everyone knows my dad!

MC: Well, not me.

Ace and Deuce: MC!/Boss! *running towards them*

MC and Cheka: ...

MC: What?

Ace: You're with the future heir of Sunset Savannah!

Deuce: Cheka Kingscholar!

MC: Huh. Okay. So what?

Ace: And the headmage is also looking for you!

MC: *clicks their tongue* Great. Now my day is really ruined.

Cheka: Don't be mad... I can give you money... *sad pout*

MC: Nevermind. Let's go.

The royal guards: We humbly apologize for our failure to properly safeguard you, Your Highness!

MC: *doesn't look amused*

Cheka: *still sitting on their shoulder* It's alright! I'm safe because MC came to my rescue!

MC: Ah, yes. Before I forget. Crowley.

Crowley: Yes?

MC: You were looking for me?

Crowley: Yes. Well... I was about to ask you to look for Prince Cheka because he had gone missing. I didn't expect that you had found him before I could even tell you.

MC: Tch. How are you going to compensate me for this? I missed an appointment. Mind you.

The royal guard: We're more than glad to give you a reward for saving our prince.

Cheka: Make them my personal bodyguard!

MC: I already said no to that.

The royal guards: ...

Crowley: Um... *whispers* MC? That's not how you treat a royal.

MC: Do I look like I care? And also, where's this kid's dad? Let me punch him. Freaking moron not teaching his child not to go with strangers.

The royal guards: ...

Leona: *laughs* What? Deserves him right!

Ruggie: Yeah... But MC is basically disrespecting a royalty.

Leona: Huh. They sure have guts. By the way, is Cheka still with them?

Ruggie: Yeah. He's refusing to go home.

Leona: So he's staying in Ramshackle right now? Nice. Normally, he would go straight here just to bother me.

Ruggie: Yeah... About that. I think besides from convincing them to be his personal bodyguard, he also wants them to date you.

Leona: ...

Leona: What?

Ruggie: Shyeheehee! He wants to set the two of you up!

Leona: Like hell! They're not my type!

Cheka and Grim: *fighting over MC*

Grim: I'm not giving up my hench-human!

Cheka: Nooooo! I want them to be my bodyguard!

MC: *getting pulled on each arm*

MC: Just split me in half. The hell.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst ace #twst deuce #twst cheka #twst crowley #twst leona #twst ruggie #twst grim #the affable delinquent

[libraryraccoon]

Leaving NRC hc

Okay, so, we all know that Yuu/MC have to fight, like, one time by month against Overblot of people.

And you can't tell me this haven't traumatized him.

And what if the MC is tired of that ? Overblot ? Being traumatized ? Crowley ? What if he leave ?

This is how i think Ace, Deuce, and Riddle will react if the MC leave without a word.

!!Male reader, he/him pronouns are used, headcanon, MC is Grim father figure (like in the canon)!!

MC was tired.

Not the "i'm tired, I need to sleep." But the "I'm tired I need to die."

He had traveled to another world, a world unknown to him. And no one told him what this world was, what it was like, he had to learn everything with the hard way.

And he hate this.

Hate that they didn't see that he's hurt.

Hate that he look his best even when he's not.

He hate that they all make attention at what he look like and not how he is mentally.

Hate having to live the overblot, only for some little problems.

They were traumatized, okay, but was it really a reason for traumatized him back ?!

Fuck ! He had all the reasons to overblot, to have a revenge, but he don't do it !

Twisted Wonderland was one of the worst thing that had happen to him.

Nobody give a fuck about what he live. And Crowley don't try to make him back home.

He was just tired.

Sometimes, MC was thinking about just.. leave.

Leave that place, or even leave that live. Not by killing himself, well, not always, but by making a new identity.

If Crowley don't help to find a way for his home, then MC will have to do his research.

And like that, MC and Grim (MC didn't want to abandon his child, he's a good father) had leave NRC without saying a word to anyone.

🂱𝔸𝕔𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕒🂱

•What ? You just disapear without a word ?!

•He thought you were kidnapped until the black mirror said no, you just decided to leave.

•He tried to find out where the black mirror had sent you, but the black mirror didn't respond. He threatened to break it but it came to nothing.

•He's in the denial.

•Every morning, he go to Ramshakle, wishing to see you in here, but nothing. It's the same in class.

•He would try to find you, but he don't find you, so after he cry for the rest of the night.

•He become more silent and stop smiling.

•Riddle stop screaming at him, and stop with the "Off your head".

•Trey try to make him feel better, but it don't work.

•He's always angry when people say things like "I'm sure MC is dead" and when he saw Crowley.

•He had slap Crowley one day, two days after you left (you can't tell me otherwise).

•Grim and you left, leaving a hole in his heart.

☃︎𝔻𝕖𝕦𝕔𝕖 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕕𝕖☃︎

•You left him ?

•No, he's dreaming, it's a nightmare, it's not possible.

•Denial #2

•He pray every night that you will come back.

•He hope to see you two in class a morning, and saying "All of that was a prank ! Got you !"

•Grim also left, and he was sad to see two of his friends leaving him without a word.

•Wasn't he good enough ?

•Tell him what's wrong with him, he would change it !

•He would do all if it mean you and Grim will come back.

•Even killing himself.

𖣔ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤𖣔

•Why ?

•He only want go know why.

•He know he wasn't a good person when you first meet, he know it.

•An Overblot wasn't the best thing for a meeting.

•But, you say it was okay ! You forgive him ! You even became friend with him after ! Was it all a lie ? Were you friend with him cause you were scare of what would happen if you say no ?

•Oh no ! Riddle is blaming himself now.

•He stay in his room, he don't want to leave it and hurt someone else.

•He stop all the "Off your head !"

•His dorm, especially Trey and Cater, are worry for him.

•His dorm search you, they want they're strict dorm leader, not the sad one !

Okay, It was short, but I it was a try.

#twisted wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst x male reader #Twisted Wonderland x male reader #riddle x male reader #ace x male reader #Deuce x male reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola x male reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade x male reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #Riddle x male reader

[wings-of-ink]

What if someone is very actively flirting with RO, making heart eyes at them, complimenting, smiling sweetly, etc. The MC looks at them from afar. They don't like it, they are jealous and upset, but they can't say anything because they are too shy and not sure if RO likes such attention from this person or not. So, MC just sends sad glances in their direction.

What will the ROs do? (if it's a crush stage)

Awe! Poor shy MC. I think it's safe to say that their feelings won't go unnoticed…I see this happening, in a tavern (because of course), with MC sitting alone at a table as they watch the bustle around them. There's a semi-similar ask, that you might also like linked below too!

Oswin:  He's annoyed at the attention from this person and is waiting to politely exit the conversation. While trying to maintain patience, his eyes find MC's, but they look away the moment their gazes meet. He can tell something isn't right, they look uncomfortable, distressed even. He leaves the other person without a word, taking a knee next to MC's chair. "It's okay, I'm here."

Zahn:  They don't mind being flirted with, but it's lost its luster recently since there's always someone else on their mind these days. It begins to nag at them while they have to force a laugh at the stranger's dumb joke. This isn't as fun as it normally is, it feels weird. MC keeps drifting in and out of their mind, so they scan the tables, spotting MC fidgeting in their seat. They look sad. Zahn keeps looking until MC feels their gaze and looks up. When their eyes meet, Zahn smiles wide. They know where they need to be right now.

Duri:  The song and dance is familiar - lingering gazes, brisk touches against their shoulder and coy smiles - the attention is not abnormal for them. A group is clustered around them with questions and compliments, trying to provoke a reaction. Duri remembers how red MC's face gets when they tease them and smiles. They look over in time to see MC try to hide a sad face. Are they lonely? Or scared? Duri excuses themself, and hurries away despite the pleas for them to stay. They take a seat next to MC, hooking their foot on MC's chair to scoot them close suddenly. This is more fun.

Rune:  Dragging their hands up and down their face in barely-concealed annoyance. It's clear that MC is getting distressed. Rune has seen them glance over nearly a dozen times and their sweet face seems to get sadder and sadder each time. Patience suddenly runs out and they abruptly excuse themselves, walking back to MC's table. Rune caresses MC's jaw and cheek with the back of their hand. "I'm sorry that you feel uneasy. Please save me from those idiots and stay here with me." MC's red face is so sweet.

???:  He positions himself where he can easily see MC's face each time they look his way. They're so jealous. This is too cute. He laughs - loudly - at this idiot's innuendo. He's not interested, and this person hasn't taken the hint, but ??? likes seeing how flustered MC is getting. It's bittersweet since he doesn't want their feelings hurt, but it's beyond charming to see that they really are getting attached to him. A flutter of softness hits his chest, and he quietly slips away from the group around him, blending into the crowd. MC is looking around for him, but they don't see him coming up behind. Why is his heart racing so much? He gets close to MC's ear and whispers, "Jealousy looks good on you."

Thank you for the ask, Anon! ^_^

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