When You Run Into Your Ex Pt 1 Older Bros

❛ when you run into your ex… ❜ pt 1 — older bros

synopsis. it’s been years since you’ve seen your ex. but on an excursion to your hometown in the human world with your boy, you run into them…

tags. headcanon | slightly NSFW | gn!mc

a/n. this is the first thing i’ve written in a hot minute due to depression,,, so here’s to hoping it’s not dogshit ! if it is, please have mercy on my soul | part 2 with younger bros coming soon, dateables soon there after

< part 2 - younger bros | part 3 - dateables >

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— 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

would no doubt pull you close to him with a firm hand on your waist, making sure to keep his hands on you at all times, even leaning down multiple times to place kisses on your cheek and lips. Maybe he even slips his hand over your ass and gives a tight squeeze right in the line of sight of your ex. Lucifer loves the way your ex’s face contorts into anger. But they know they can’t say or do anything because, well — just look at Lucifer — he’s an absolute unit and scary as hell. He never says anything to your ex, barely spares him a glance, but feels his pride swell as he walks away with you on his arm, knowing your ex is watching. Absolutely fucks the hell out of you when you get back to HoL just to remind you that you’re his.

— 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

would get utterly pissed. But like, not immediately jumping to throwing hands. But, like, laughing, taunting, hurling insults about what a lowly and sorry sack of shit your ex is, all the while keeping you tucked tightly under his arm. You can’t help but laugh at the situation yourself, but are quick to shush Mammon since he’s really beginning to make a scene, his horns now slightly visible through his hair, and you’re worried it could escalate into an actual brawl (or Mammon just beating the shit out of your ex, is more like it). When you’re finally able to pry his stubborn ass away from the situation, you both get home and curl up on his couch and watch a movie. He kisses the top of your head as you rest on his chest, drifting to sleep. “Mine,” he whispered as he tightens his arms around you.

— 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈

would probably become pretty dejected at first, really eyeing your ex up and down, thinking about how they must have tons of better qualities than him. But then he think about their hands roaming your skin, them kissing your body all over, holding you… Now Levi is mad. Infuriated, even. So infuriated he’s in his demon form in seconds, eyes dark with rage, his tail wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you hidden behind him. It takes a lot to calm him down and to keep him from summoning Lotan to drown your soon-to- be very sorry ex. When the two of you get home he’s quick to pull you into his room and snuggle up to you in his tub, shyly nuzzling into your neck as he mumbles a quiet sorry for losing his cool. Give this poor baby some love, rub his head, tell him how precious he is.

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© moodyhaaze | 07•10•23 — do not repost, modify, plagiarize, or translate my writings. likes + reblogs appreciated.

cross posted on ao3.

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚

I need love; yet I am both too greedy and prideful to be deserving of such a luxury. My pride forces me to convince myself that I don't need a soul by my side. I am greedy for a person to touch, and love, and mar with my affections. There's always conflict within me. I'm confused.

I need love; yet I can't look past myself, my desires for my own being and success, to accept another being to harbor any care for. I want to succeed, excel, rise above my peers. But, if I get to the top, do I really want to enjoy the view alone? My head tells me both yes and no. I'm still confused.

Do I really enjoy being alone? Or have I convinced myself and become so accustomed to my own self-isolation that I can't think otherwise? Maybe I don't truly like being as alone as I am. Maybe, against everything I've believed my entire life... I don't want to be alone. I not only want to love, but I want to be loved. Even if to just love and not receive any in return - this doesn't sound as horrible as it should. I'm desperate for anything.

I don't deserve this, though - or anything good. I've spent my entire life pushing people away, building walls, and forcing wedges in relationships. I don't know why I do this. I am self-sabotaging at best, I have realized. I wish I knew why. I crave the best, to be the best, everything the best; yet, I hate myself enough to dangle what I want in front of my own eyes, just to rip it away and wonder what happened. But I know what happened - what really happened.

I wish I could fix myself, but where the hell would I even begin? Sometimes giving up feels easier, but yet again, my greed and pride kick in. Too greedy to give up what I have and what I could; too prideful to take the cowards way out. But this unexplained sadness I've felt for years eats away a piece of my heart. Self-betrayal? Just one more conflict to add to my sleepless nights.

I want to be a good person, but not because of obligation. Instead, I want to be genuinely good.

I want to be kind, but not through gritted teeth and a forced smile.

I want to be confident, but not because I want to intimidate and seem the strongest in the room.

I want to be someone I can be proud to be. Instead I have grown to hate myself with the realization that I am nothing I've ever pretended to be. Why am I content being everything I act to be? And then take the praise? I'm a joke of a human.

Sometimes I wonder if my cats even love me. I pour so much, if not all, of my love and affection into them, as if it's my only comfort, but they don't look at me like they love me. Maybe they don't. At this point I can't say as I blame them. They've seen me at my worst. They know how I am. I wouldn't love me either.

I wish I hadn't created this facade of this confident, strong-willed, opinionated woman. I reek of nothing but luke-warm consciousness. The act is such a tedious, tiring, and annoying thing to upkeep. Should I show how I really am? How would people react? They'd hate me. I'm a fraud. Why do I insist on these what-ifs? People barely like me as is, as if I need to give them an excuse to make me a punching bag. At least with this facade, people have learned to keep their distance and to not fuck with me. I guess that's one win for me.

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moodyhaaze | 07•23•23

𝐈'𝐌 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 ──────────── !

! ───────────── 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

! 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 ! carrd. ko-fi. obey me! blog. twenties. she/her.

𓆩♡𓆪 ── nsfw/explicit. minors do not interact. ── 𓆩♡𓆪

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!! 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 | 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 | 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 | 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒

!! 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝐎𝐌! 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 | ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 | 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐘

!! 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂.

𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐌! 𝐌𝐂 | 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀 (WIP)

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𓆩♡𓆪 ────── lucifer and miguel o’hara ───── 𓆩♡𓆪

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ──────────────── ?

i just desperately need to see lucifer flick and flap his wings out of pure excitement. like MC gives him a paper ring or something and when he’s alone he gets all giddy like a little kid

Akskfkflsfjs your entire theme is so freakin cute and cool I love it so much

Anyway I was just passing by and wishing you a great day today C:

wahhh tysm !! 😭 i hope you have a great day too !!

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

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you, sweetie,

you have a fire inside.

a fire that rages with the wrath

of thousands of women.

some people might try

and poke at that fire.

or worse,

try and put it out.

you burn them to the bone

if they try.

women, together, we are

an unstoppable and catastrophic force.

and we could burn this world

straight to the ground if we wanted to.

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© moodyhaaze | 07•10•23 — do not repost, modify, plagiarize, or translate my writings. likes + reblogs appreciated.