'maybe...like kinda push them a little too.'

Fic idea where a lonely person sells their soul to Satan to be their friend. And Satan just rolls with it until he realizes at the time of their death he genuinely likes them.

Since he can’t renege on the contract he takes them to Hell and puts them in a high position of power. Demons hardened by millenia of torture now have to answer to a shy, self-conscious, quiet, depressed, lonely person who has unintentionally become Satan’s #1

The Signs’ Feelings Towards A Pisces

(A random Pisces has just met the group)

Aries: Cool, you have a lot of energy. I think I’ll have fun crushing you, but then again, I might feel bad about it later.

Taurus: *Offers to share their food with them, because they can’t resist their charm :O*

Gemini: “Hey :)” I think I’m gonna have a really easy time getting you into my bed. *starts working their charisma*

Cancer: “Hiiii. You seem really sweet. Welcome to town. If you have any questions or you just wanna talk or hang out or whatever, I’m here.”

Leo: *Immediately starts cracking jokes, because their prescence is giving them good vibes and putting them at ease. They must have some strong chi.*

Virgo: “Hi.” *starts giggling* Why am I doing this? Do I like them? But that’s so weird. They seem like they would really be there for me though. I need some strong love…

Libra: …..”Sooo, yeah. Let’s be friends. Good friends.”

Scorpio: You are a precious cinnamon roll that must be protected at all costs.

Sagittarius: Aww. You’re really innocent-looking. It’s kinda cute. Maybe I should get to know you a little bit. *pushes Gemini out of the way*

Capricorn: Oh boy. Another Pisces. Now there’s another kid I gotta make sure stays on the right track.

Aquarius: “Oh my god! You believe in unicorns, too? That’s fucking awesome! What’s your Tumblr url?”

Pisces: “Oh my god! You are so awesome!!” *jumps up and down* “Let’s be friends! Do you wanna be friends?? Yay, we’re friends!!!”

*thanx to the anon for the suggestion :) send suggesstions to cancercornastrology*

What Are You Doing For The Rest Of Your Life?

A very special ‘thank you’ to iwouldliketosayhello and wolfkinq on Tumblr for keeping me company as I wrote this at odd hours. Also, Hetalia does not belong to me. Neither do any of the countries mentioned. Get back to me after ‘World Domination Phase Three’ is complete.

What Are You Doing For The Rest Of Your Life?

Matthew curled beneath the bus shelter and tried to ring out his sweater. It was a lost cause, of course. The thunderstorm had soaked through his clothes, through his satchel, through his notes. He was a mess.

‘Clear skies,’ the weatherman had said. 'No chance of rain,’ he said. Bullshit. Matthew should have known better than to take him at his word.

He grumbled and pulled out an old, worn handkerchief. It was wet.

He used it anyway.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” A man shouted as he darted up the street and ducked into shelter. He hissed and shook his hands, splashing both of them. He sneezed.

Matthew disliked him immediately.

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