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Random thoughtless thought

If Yuu does not return home and finishes his studies at NRC, he/she will work in college (for example, as a psychotherapist/psychologist).

A few months later I got my personal REDACTED/Ren lol(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)! The dakimakura art was given to me by artist Nasu (https://vk.com/nasu_senpaiii) as a commission, the poster was made by Sanfangzhu (permission granted @sanfangzhu) (*/▽＼*)

REDACTED/Ren belong to @14dayswithyou

Art on the poster belongs to @sanfangzhu

None of the art on the badges and stickers belongs to me

today is the only day you can reblog this

One night I dreamed of Jun and Yani and I couldn't resist drawing them

Just a meme…or not lol

(Jun, Yani, Kage, Haruto, Minato, Aki, Kei belong @minevn)

I recently watched the movie The Addams Family (1991) and I just fell in love with this movie≧ω≦! Morticia and Gomez are simply icons of relationships, every moment with them was accompanied by my squeals from their awesomeness≥3≤! Cool/smart Morticia and passionate/flaming Gomez are so perfect and complement each other like dark chocolate and sweet and sour teaヾ(≧▽≦)o! I'm going to watch all possible series and comics based on them just for them(○ﾟεﾟ○)! And I seriously wore a black dress just for this movie lol Every time they said “Cara Mia”, “Mi Vida” and another Spanish expression, my heart did a backflip(◐∇◐), making me swoon from their coolness and cuteness(っ´▽`)っ! And you can write a separate poem about their style because they are like dark chocolate and cherryヾ(¯∇￣๑)!

It's too sad

Promise

Characters: Ren from @14dayswithyou x reader

lolol angst!!

If you read this post, it's basically the same guidelines!

You get stabbed in front of your resident Yandere and he has to stay by your side as you slowly leave from his life, permanently.

Trigger warnings: Death

Also i am really bad at making songs, just imagine it's a laufey type beat, i've been listening to her songs obsessively lately...

You felt a sharp, piercing stab in your abdomen as you crumpled to the ground. Your body felt paralyzed from the intial shock and pain.

Ren immediately felt his breath grow shallow as he looked down at you in horror, already feeling your body slip through his hands which were too slow to catch you.

You swayed a little before Ren set into action, quickly cursing himself internally for not catching you sooner. He looked at you with terrified eyes, as you curled in on yourself in his arms. His voice wavered, swallowing any possible noises from making their way out of his throat. He had to be strong, if not for himself, for you. He’d spent years acting like characters for you, it’d be so so so easy to do it again…

So why was he crying like a baby? “A-Angel,” His voice, usually melodic and shy, stuttered with his breath shaking and arms hesitant to cradle you in them. “A-Angel, you’re, you’re going to be alright, I promise.”

You saw that look in his eyes, you saw the hope, you saw the denial. You knew he wasn’t just lying to you, he was lying to himself.

“Angel, can you-” He forced back a wretched noise and a hoarse tone, “Can you stay concious? For… for me? For your Renren, huh?” He grit his teeth into a smile, hoping that would make it harder to spot the tears in his eyes.

It didn’t.

“My Renren?” You shakily managed, laboured breaths in between forced chuckles, “You mean the pretty guy who’s– aghkk― who’s cryin’ over me? I’d have to be so mean to do that to hi-” You gagged back the blood, iron-like taste on your tongue. It was an uphill struggle to hide your pain from anyone, even moreso from a guy who had spent his whole life studying you to be closer even for a second.

His eyes watered, his eyebrows furrowed inwards in a earnestly distraught expression, “Y-You’re not mean, angel. You could never be. ‘D-Don’t have it in you to be mean t’ anyone…” He sniffed, not wanting to get his tears on you, not wanting to desecrate you with his stupid emotions. “Even if they were a pathetic, cowardly liar. …Like I am.” [REDACTED] looked down at you in his arms.

You could never love a freak like him. Much less, while you’re dying.

You frowned, “Hey. Hey, don’t say that about yourself.” You brought your already-fragile hand up to his face, thumb gently swiping right under his eyes where tears threatened to fall from. “You’re none of those words, okay? You’re so… You’re so pretty, love. You’re so brave. You’re so awesome, alright? Don’t ever say anything like that about yourself.” You brought a second hand up to his face, gently pulling his closer to yours as your foreheads bumped together. “I -hgkk— I love you. I know you’re… hiding something from me, Ren.”

His breath hitched in his chest. You… you knew? You knew he was lying to you and you… You still loved him?

 You knew how horrible he was, lying to the person he claimed he loved most, even though he did, and you… you still wanted him after that?

Tears unabashedly dripped down his face, mouth agape at the reveal.

You let out a strained chuckle, “Yeah, I knew… But darling, if you were so scared, why didn’t you hide it better?”

He… didn’t know.

He didn’t know.

Why didn’t he hide it better? Why didn’t he try to prevent you from ever seeing what a monster he is?

You let out a series of small, breathless laughs, “Y-You wanted me to see, didn’t you?” He blinked, no, he’d never want that. He’d never want anyone to see how disgusting and horrific he was… 

Your voice breaks but your smile doesn’t. You grin through the pain, flash him a real smile that he’s seen, no lies hidden behind it, “I love you, Ren. I’ll love you, forever and ever. And I’d— hrnkk– I’d never love you any less for being any different. You never have to be anyone around me. Never.”

[REDACTEd] froze. Maybe he had wanted you to see. Wanted someone to see. And see too, that he was human and he was worth loving like how you loved him.

And this would be both the first and last time he’d hear you say it.

His heart froze over and shattered like dry ice in his chest. How could it hurt so much if he could still feel it pumping warm blood through his chest?

How could it hurt so bad if he thought he was the monster he’d been taught he was? Monsters don’t have hearts, they can’t. Humans are weak to emotion, he isn’t. He isn’t, he isn’theisn’theisn’t.

“A-Angel,” He started to cry, sobs wracking through his chest, “You-You can’t leave me like this! I-I can’t live without you, please!” Mumbled, intellgible pleas slipped through his mouth, desperate to convince someone―you, himself, anyone really -that his begging could save your life.

As his emotions swept him up, swallowed him whole, they also started making you feel as desperate, straining to keep your familiar grin on your face in favor of breaking down in his arms. You could feel the strength leaving your body, trying to even talk taking so much out of you, “Ren. Ren, my beautiful, beautiful Ren. You,” Tears were welling up in your eyes. If it was from the physical pain or the emotional, you weren’t quite sure. Your voice cracked, “You don’t have to live without me, Ren. Live for me, alright? I don’t—” You grimaced, pressing your lips and gritting your teeth so you don’t make any strained noises of pain. “I don’t care what you do with your life, Ren. But please,” Your vision is going blurry from the tears and the pain of your wound, “Please don’t die for me. You- You have to promise. Fucking promise me, Ren!”

Your breaths heave through your chest, desperate anger racking through your lungs, anguish filling your features. You didn’t know if you could die peacefully of Ren died too.

The two of you hadn’t even gotten that far in your realtionship, he had somany firsts to experience.

And you wanted him to experience them all. Even if they weren’t with you.

“Li-Live for me, live for yourself, Ren.” Your voice was croaky and hoarse from yelling at him, “But just… please live.”

You were… You were begging him. You wanted him… to live in a world without you?

Without his Angel?

He couldn’t…

He couldn’t do―

…He could.

For you.

Only for you.

But he doesn’t want to live without you. He doesn’t want to wake up and know that he’ll never, ever see you again. HE doesn’t want to go to bed knowing that there are hundreds of people who won’t ever know you. He doesn’t want to sit down at his computer every day knowing that he walks the worl;d with the heart of a monster while you are dead despite you being his Angel.

He… he can’t.

But he has to do it for you. If that’s what you want from him, dying wish or not, it’d be cruel of him to refuse.

“...A-Anything for you, angel.” His bottom lip quivered as he let the words out of his mouth, his body faintly trembling as he held yours, blood getting all over his clothes.

“C-Can I ask you somethin’, Ren?” You looked up at him through hooded eyelids, spots in your vision and everything blurring.

He let out a series of strangled sobs and chuckles before a shaky smile made its way to his face. Still trying to reassure you, even when he knows that it’s too late. “Y-Yeah, angel?”

You hummed to yourself before choking a little on your blood, “Can you… can you sing me a song, Ren?”

You can tell the way he looked at you with such sad eyes and a pained whimper leaving his throat, “Y-Yeah. I can do that, angel. I made one for you a while back… would you like that?”

“Mhm… would like it a lot.”

“O-okay.” Ren furiously dabbed his face, and tried to clear his throat before starting, even if his voice was hoarse from crying or if his eyes were red from the tears falling.

“P-past the roses and the daisies, is where the sunset meets the sea. Someday, by the water, in the sand is where we’ll be.” 

He let out a soft chuckle.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to have a second of your time while you hold my heart in one hand and i’m holding yours in mine.” 

His fingers intertwined with yours as he continued with his song.

“Oh my dearest, my angel, the love of my life. I will love you until the end of both our… lives.” A small smile graced his features as he continued singing, suddenly noticing the fatigue taking over you. His breathing began to quicken as yours began to slow, fear taking over his body once again.

“W-Wait, no, no, no.” He frantically jostled your body, “Angel, angel, no.” He winced at his actions, seeing the smile on your face in your limp body in his arms.

He pulled you to his chest, sobs heaving through his body, leaving little to no room for oxygen. He shuddered, his chest recoiling from yours as he wiped any tears off of your face before bringing you close again.

You were…gone.

His angel, the light of his life, the sun to his moon… was gone.

His heart broke into pieces. He knew he had to live for you now, but… how was he supposed to?

Everything, everything he did… was for you.

So what does he do now?

Wow thank you so much for the fanfiction! He raised my self-esteem a little!

They Believe What?

Flags: mild angst, body issues, self doubt

MC has body issues, that they have hid from the brothers. Now that a fancy ball is on the horizon those doubts have risen, and they seek to change themselves thinking it will make things better, make the brothers feel proud to be with them. Not realizing that the brothers already feel proud of MC. When they find out, they find a way to make MC understand, they don’t need to change. The are perfect and loveable as they are!

Beel rummaged through the fridge, agitated and frowning. “There’s gotta be something! I gotta find something!” Mammon shut the kitchen door and entered the family room. “What’s got Beel all upset? He’s in the kitchen acting like he’s done somethin’ to make Lord Diavolo mad!” He threw himself into a chair and flicked through his apps on his phone. Satan put his book down and frowned. “I’m not sure, but I think it might have to do with MC. Beel gave them one of his cupcakes and they turned it down. Beel was upset but didn’t say anything at the time.” Levi looked up from his game. “MC turned it down? That’s funny… MC loves those cupcakes almost as much as Beel.” Asmo nodded as he placed a tiny star on his fingernail, positioning it just so. “Oooh I love them too, so I know MC would never turn one down! It’s not like we get them on a regular basis!” He blew gently to help dry the glue. Then he looked up. “But, you know..is it me, or has MC seemed off lately?” The others frowned but nodded. MC had been off.

Satan nodded. “They barely moved at the cat cafe. Normally they play with the cats, but this time they just sat and listlessly pet them. They said they were tired..” He frowned as he recalled the memory.

Belphie sat up from his nap, rubbing his eyes. “Yeah, yesterday when I asked if they would nap with me, they just got mad and pushed me away.” He pouted, acting the disgruntled younger brother, but silently he worried. Why would MC push him away?

The front door opened and Lucifer entered, arms loaded with bags. “Mammon! Come help me.” He handed bags over to Mammon who’d reluctantly got up after being threatened to lose his precious Goldie. “Wha’ is all this?” He tried to look inside a bag.

“MC asked me to pick some things up for them on the way home.” Lucifer’s eyebrows furrowed. “Although I’m unclear why we need so much yogurt and celery. I think even Beel would take some time to make a dent in this amount.” Asmo started, his jewelled nail accessories falling off the table. “What did you say?! Yogurt and celery!?” His voice rose to a shriek as he flung himself at Mammon and ripped a bag out of his hands. “Oh no! Oh no! There are grapefruits as well! Oh MC!”

The others stared at him in shock. Lucifer coughed and spoke up. “And why, exactly does this upset you Asmo?” The others nodded, totally baffled at Asmo’s reaction, like something horrible had happened. Asmo whipped out a container of yogurt and waved it around to emphasize his words. “Because MC was complaining they were fat! Fat! And that they needed to do something quick! Before the RAD dance Diavolo has planned! Don’t you see??!” He threw the container on the table and started pulling groceries out of the bags. “This! All of this! MC thinks this”, he sneered the words out, “diet! Ugh! Is going to solve all the problems they think they have because they hate their body!”

Mammon gasped.”wait, ya sayin’ that MC doesn’t like themselves? Why the hell not? They’re gorgeous! You all agree right!?” He glanced at the others who were all nodding in agreement. MC had shown them pictures that they’d said were of people who humans desired and wanted to be like, but none of them had considered that MC thought they were less than those other humans. In each of their eyes, MC was perfect. Lucifer loved how they cared for his brothers and himself. Mammon loved their wild side, how it was tempered by a practical side. Levi loved that they listened and would ask questions about his gaming and anime. Satan loved their ability to see the good in anyone, how they were so gentle with the animals, and how they loved to read.

Asmo loved them for their beauty, their generosity and how outspoken they were. He secretly tried to act like MC when he encountered something that made him feel less, he never knew they suffered from the same self doubts!

Beel loved their appetite, their laughter and how at peace he felt around them. And Belphie, he loved their body. He thought their body was perfect as it was. He loved to hold them and hear their breath, feel their body move as they slept beside him. He loved how forgiving they were and how they obviously loved him and his brothers.

The seven stared at the bags on the table.

“Right, well we can’t let them continue to believe that crap!” Asmo glared at the yogurt. “We need to convince MC that there is nothing wrong with them, they are beautiful!”

MC huffed in frustrated amusement. They’d tried to cut back on what they ate and, once again found themselves being thwarted by the brothers. MC would have thought it was deliberate, but no…surely not? Beel himself said he was training for an upcoming game, and had invited them to do some altered training with him, to keep him company. Unfortunately, although the exercise was welcome, Beel and the others insisted that MC follow the same diet. Satan assured MC that he’d adjusted the amounts for a human, but it still seemed like lots. And the affection? Where was that coming from? Suddenly none of the brothers could leave a room, go to bed, move between classes without needing a hug, a kiss or just for MC to sit in their lap. What had gotten into them?

And now the dance was just two weeks away! What were they going to do? There was no way they’d find anything to compete with how sexy and beautiful most of the students were, never mind how Good the brothers would look in their tailored outfits! MC sighed in despair and gasped as Barbatos suddenly appeared around the corner of the RAD hall.

“Ah MC. I was looking for you. The Young Master has requested your presence.” He held his arm out and MC took it knowing he’d just stand there, in the same pose, otherwise.

As they entered the student council room, MC was amazed at the fabrics draped all over. A tall thin demon stood next to Diavolo, a bolt of gorgeous silk in his hands. He turned as they entered and MC was surprised to see his eyes light up, and a delighted smile appear on his face. “Ah, My Lord! Is this the one you asked me to meet? This delightful vision? Their soul, it shines beyond any I have seen before! This surely cannot be a human? No it is one of the angelic race yes?” He fluttered towards MC, his words fast as he circled them, his hands lifting their hair, then turning their face to catch the light. “Surely I will be awarded the highest honour to creat an outfit for this divine creature! I accept, you must allow it!”

Diavolo chuckled and bent to kiss MC. “That is okay with you, isn’t it MC? You will allow Mr. Machiatelli the honour of creating your costume for the dance?” MC stared at them all stunned. Their voice squeaked. “Mr. Machiatelli? The famous Devildom designer? Asmo loves his work and shows me all the new pieces he designs. Why would?”

The designer clapped his hands, interrupting MC. “It is settled then! I will create a masterpiece to showcase this divinity! My work will shine more than the heavens with this beautiful creature as my canvas! My Lord I cannot thank you enough for this opportunity!” Tears in his eyes, Mr. Machiatelli kissed Lord Diavolo’s fingers, kissed MC’s fingers and then abruptly kicked everyone but his two attendants out of the room as they spun MC this way and that. The attendants taking notes snapped at them from the designer. Fabrics were picked and discarded, sketches were made and tossed aside. Then one of the attendants gasped. “Master! The Queen Maud silks!” The designer froze, then cried. “Of course! Of course, they are the only fabric suitable! Give me the pad!” He sketched intensely, skipping from side to side, glaring at MC, mumbling under his breath before suddenly stopping. He stared at what he sketched. His attendants looked over his shoulders and gasped. One of them ran to the door and called for Lord Diavolo who suddenly appeared. Mr.Machiatelli handed over his sketch pad reverently, sweat beading his brow. Diavolo looked at the sketch then at MC. His face broke into a huge smile! “Yes! You will make this for them! I demand it. This will be their design, no one else shall wear this.” Mr. Machiatelli clapped his hands in delight. “It shall be as you say my Lord! This will be my crowning jewel, the ultimate creation of my life’s work! I shall name it after this delightful muse you have brought into my life! The works I will create for you!” He turned as he said this and bowed so deep MC thought he’d fall over! They blushed, but couldn’t get a word in, as Diavolo started telling the designer what else he expected of him, when they needed the outfit, and that he could have exclusive use of rooms Barbatos had set up for the designer specifically. MC was escorted home, their mind spinning.

The day of the dance and MC found themselves in a flurry of activity. Asmo had inserted himself into the design of their outfit so he could coordinate their makeup, nails and jewelry. The jewelry, that MC found out, had been bought by Lucifer. Because as Asmo said, “nobody has an eye for jewelry that is better than Lucifer!” MC was too afraid to ask how much it had cost after seeing the gems set in platinum. Asmo spent 3 hours on MC. Between the bath, the massage with scented lotions, the application of nail polish, styling their hair and their makeup, MC was terrified to look in a mirror! Luckily Asmo wouldn’t let them. Instead he opened his closet door, where Barbatos stood at the threshold. MC blinked, before realizing that Barbatos had built a portal and instead of being in Asmo’s closet he was actually in a room at the castle. MC could see Mr. Machiatelli barking orders at his attendants in the background.

As Asmo led them forward, Mr.Machiatelli turned and gasped. “Ah! My divine creature! You are more magnificent than the last time I saw you!” He rushed forward to kiss MC, but Asmo intercepted him with a chiding, “Ah! No,no! You’ll ruin all the hard work I put in!” Asmo pushed the designer back so MC could enter the room properly.

Mr.Machiatelli scowled briefly at Asmo then turned towards a shrouded mannequin. “Your costume awaits, my delightful muse!” His eyes sparkled, his movements became even more elaborate. As Diavolo, Barbatos and Asmo gathered around you, he pulled the shroud off and revealed the outfit.

Everyone was stunned silent. Then Asmo squealed in delight. “Oh! Oh! It’s the Queen Maud silks! You used the silks! The Machiatelli’s (the name for Mr. Machiatelli’s followers ) have been dying to know when you would use them! And you picked MC!💕💕” Asmo broke out his phone and started snapping photos. “To be at the momentous moment in time! We have to document this! I’ll be the envy of everyone!” Barbatos picked the phone from Asmo’s grasp as Diavolo spoke up. “I understand your desire Asmo, but you must promise to wait until MC is presented at the dance before revealing photos taken here? You don’t want to ruin MC’s moment do you?” He tilted his head in question and stared at Asmo, who paled in response. “Oh. Oh MC!” He grabbed MC around the waist, careful not to ruin the work he’d spent hours on. “I’m so sorry! I forgot why we were here! You’ll forgive me? Please?”

MC patted his back, “of course Asmo. I knew you didn’t mean anything bad. You were just excited.” MC smiled and kissed his cheek making Mr. Machiatelli sigh in envy.

“Enough, enough! We must dress our majestic divinity as they deserve to be dressed!” With that the attendants grabbed MC and took them to a corner of the room which had curtains set up. Mr. Machiatelli picked the outfit up reverently and followed them.

Diavolo, Barbatos and Asmo stood waiting, both Asmo and Diavolo fidgeting, while Barbatos stood at attention not moving a muscle.

When the murmurs and MC’s gasps stopped, Mr.Machiatelli stepped through the curtain. His smile was blinding as he bowed to those waiting. “And now, what you are all waiting for!” He swept the curtains aside and revealed..

Asmo started crying. Diavolo turned red and Barbatos started hiccuping from swallowing wrong. MC stared, and then wailed. “I knew it! I look ridiculous don’t I! I don’t have the right body to look good in this! It’s all wrong!” Mr. Machiatelli and his attendants froze in horrified shock.

Just as MC started to frantically try to take the outfit off, Asmo grabbed their hands. “No! MC! That isn’t it. I can’t describe the feelings I have seeing you like this. I. I think I’m both jealous at how fabulous you look and so proud that you are the one I love probably more than I love myself! I was overwhelmed! I’m overwhelmed! MC, you outshine the heavens in this outfit. I mean that.”

MC stared at Asmo. He was being serious, MC could tell. He wasn’t using flowery praise, or making outrageous gestures. He meant what he was saying. Asmo thought they, MC, looked as beautiful as he was saying. MC blinked back tears, not sure what to say. Diavolo stepped up and took a hand. “What Asmo says, goes for me too MC. You took my breath away. I have always admired, and yes desired, you. Seeing you in this outfit made me feel that if I declared you as my partner right now, nobody would have a word to say. They would all bow before you and declare you co-regent with no one disagreeing.” His smile broke through his serious speech and he cast a decidedly lecherous gaze over MC. “I find it a pity that I have to share this vision with those here, if I could lock you away in my room and not reveal you to the others at the dance, I would!” MC blushed at the intense gaze he continued to cast over them, his hand tightening slightly as if he was going to snatch them away as he’d said.

Barbatos cleared his throat, which caused Diavolo to snap out of his trance. He bowed and cast a teasing smile at MC. “Ah, my apologies. I forgot myself for a moment.” He winked and stepped back. Barbatos frowned at him then sighed. “Please remembered where you are My Lord.” He turned to MC. “MC, I always knew you were beautiful, that your soul was a rare gem. However seeing you like this has made me realize that you are beyond beautiful. I have no words to express how lovely and desirable you are at this moment.” He bowed over MC’s hand and kissed it lightly, his thumb caressing their wrist causing a frisson of awareness to run up MC’s arm. They stared, stunned at Barbatos as he stepped back, the usual bland look on his face. MC suddenly realized that Barbatos didn’t just accept them and tolerate them…he Liked them! MC blushed in confusion and looked at the ground. A knock on the door made them all start.

Lucifer entered and stared at the occupants. His eyes lingered on MC, and a proud smile flitted across his lips. “I’ve come to see what is taking so long. Guests are starting to arrive.” Barbatos straightened his jacket and gestured to Diavolo. “My Lord?” Diavolo sighed and nodded. “We shall go first and see you all downstairs. Mr.Machiatelli, you have outdone yourself! Please be a guest for tonight and enjoy the refreshments and entertainment!” He strolled out the door, Barbatos on his heels.

Mr.Machiatelli and his attendants gasped at the offer and quickly exited to their rooms to get ready. Asmo smiled at Lucifer and winked at MC. “Shall I leave so you can admire our MC?” He giggled and skipped out, calling over his shoulders. “Don’t be too long or the others will coming hunting!” His,laughter floated down the hall as he disappeared.

Mc, still blushing, couldn’t look at Lucifer. They waited, not sure what for.

The rustle of cloth, and his shoes appeared in their sight line, polished and black, shining in the candle light. MC felt a soft touch on their hair and saw his hand playing with a strand of hair. His hand slipped under their chin and he coaxed them to lift their head. His eyes were soft, he only showed this softness to MC. He stroked a finger over their cheek, until they fully met his watchful gaze. “MC. Believe me when I say, I have never seen anyone. Whether Angel, Demon or Human who makes me feel as you do. No matter how you dress, how you act. You will always be the one star in the heavens that I will always seek out, wherever I am.” His lips caressed theirs lightly, not disturbing the makeup Asmo had applied. He stood back, and held his arm out. “Will you allow me to escort you?” MC nodded, unable to speak. Their heart was beating so hard they couldn’t speak. Had Lucifer ever expressed himself like this before? As they neared the ballroom, the brothers appeared and surrounded them. MC could see the approval, and admiration in each of their eyes. Felt the tension as they became the centre of a gasping crowd of demons.

As the brothers growled and shoved demons aside, Lucifer calmly walked with MC on his arm, an overwhelming aura of pride surrounding them and MC believed. It wasn’t their imagination, the were loved more than they had realized. MC smiled. Their eyes shining in happiness and a burst of bright laughter bubbled from their lips as they turned their eyes, shining with love to Lucifer. “Thank you” the laughed and clutched his arm ready to enjoy the night fully.

Unbeknownst to MC, dozens of demons fell under their spell that night and a new fan club came into existence at RAD over night. The brothers spent a lot of their time making sure MC never found out so they didn’t have to share.