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blues824 · 2 years

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Can I please request the twisted wonderland dorm leaders with the nezuko reader

And how would they react when they find out why they were a muzzle.

Them being the official sleeping buddy of Leona. them giving headpats to riddle and Idia to comfort them. Them and Kalim being their sunshine selfs. and Azul wanting to use their ability to steal because he knows nobody can be mad at them. Vil having the time of their life dolling them up

(I'm so sorry if I sent many requests I love your work so much)

Stahp 🤭… low-key bout to cry. *gives a classic Nezuko headpat*

Also, I love receiving requests. You’re just a loyal customer. And I used your request from the Obey Me! Dateables as a guideline of the headcanons I’m writing here.

Riddle Rosehearts

He is very shocked to find out you are a demon. He’s read much about them, but he never expected them to look so… cute? You seemed so innocent, and it took him by surprise. But, you seem to have more common sense than some of his fellow Heartslabyul members so he holds nothing against you.

The fact that you are naturally friendly comforts him because somebody isolated him his whole childhood. He finds it very hard to ever be mad at you. You once walked by him in the hall and he greeted you, but you simply gave him a head pat as a greeting. He wasn’t mad, more embarrassed and hopelessly in love.

When he asked about your muzzle, he asked about it in the most polite way possible. You wrote on a piece of paper that it was to control your urges around so many people. That did scare him a bit, but he was glad that you were taking measures to control yourself.

When he found out you could shrink, you were tending to the hedgehogs. You shrank so as to seem smaller to them and it worked. He damn near screamed when he saw you grow back to regular size, but he recovered quickly.

One day he was yelling at Ace and Deuce for getting in trouble again. You rushed into the scene without your muzzle and attacked Riddle. You didn’t do him serious harm, you were able to snap out of it before anything too horrible happened. Later you explained that you saw your deceased family in Ace and Deuce and you sought to protect them from any harm.

He also learns that you regain your stamina through sleep instead of consuming humans, which he is grateful for. He will help you through any questions you have on the homework. He can’t get mad about it: you are much more powerful than he is, plus it’s an excuse to spend time with you.

He would love to help you control your urges, so he helps you practice by using his magic to play both offense and defense. He uses his unique magic to gain a few seconds to grab your muzzle if you get carried away.

One day, you are seen without your muzzle and he is so proud of you. He will invite you over to tea and will love hearing you speak freely rather than writing. He will even let you eat the first tart at your first unbirthday party without your muzzle! However, you always have it on hand if you ever get an inkling that something will go wrong.

Leona Kingscholar

Has this guy ever been surprised? He’s more intrigued than anything. He also doesn’t call you herbivore. He will say that you are adorable. You’re kind of absent-minded at times, but he can overlook it. You don’t cause him too much trouble, so you’re cool with him.

When you meet his nephew, he will be more alert. However, you are very kind and playful towards Cheka. You will gladly volunteer to babysit in place of Leona, and Cheka is all for it. However, you sometimes headpat Leona himself as a greeting. He gets a bit annoyed, but he understands that it’s mainly because you can’t speak with your muzzle.

Speaking of your muzzle, he finds it oppressive. As a beastman, he doesn’t like muzzles for obvious reasons. However, he understands that it might be different for a demon. He’s glad you aren’t going around eating people.

He found out you could change your size when you were playing around with his nephew. You had him on your shoulders and you would grow and shrink so he could reach stuff (like the door frame). As long as Cheka isn’t bothering his naps, he doesn’t really care.

Ace and Deuce once got into trouble with the Savanaclaw kids, and it was Hell in Twisted Wonderland. Ace’s big mouth just couldn’t shut up for 5 seconds. He was trash-talking the Savanaclaw students that just so happened to be right behind him. That’s where you come in:

You jumped into action right away. You saw that the Savanaclaw students would easily overpower your friends, so you tore off your muzzle and attacked. Leona has never been so surprised. Before you were able to do any immense damage, Crowley was on scene and got you under control. Once you had your muzzle back on, you were back to your loving and friendly self. You later explain that you see Ace and Deuce as your family that was killed by demons.

When he learns that you regain stamina through sleep alone, he volunteers to watch over you while you nap. And by watch over you, I really mean be your cuddle buddy. He will hold you in his arms and you will nap for hours.

Savanaclaw is a great place to train your powers. Leona will gladly hold your muzzle in case something happens, but he will make his dorm train against you because you are a great opponent to train with. Tbh, he finds it hot that you can take out that many guys by yourself.

When you are confident enough to go a day without your muzzle, he will walk you to your classes as well as attend his own. He wants to be nearby in case something happens. You told him (he was surprised when he heard you speak) that you kept your muzzle on you in case an incident occurred. He won’t admit it, but he is very proud of you.

Azul Ashengrotto

He’s freaked out when he found out you’re a demon. Then he finds out about your abilities, as well as your non-existent streak for eating people. He still remains cautious, but you seem to be easily manipulatable.

You easily win your way into everyone’s good sides with your friendly and kind disposition. If he could get you under a contract, then everyone would surely follow. That, or get you to come to the Mostro Lounge every so often. He will find it odd that you give headpats rather than a hand wave, but you are just a naturally affectionate person so he doesn’t mind.

Going back to how he wants you to come to the Mostro Lounge, he has this elaborate plan set up… until he finds out about why you wear your muzzle. It is rather unfortunate, but he would rather not be eaten. He stays up at night wondering what your voice sounds like.

He found out you could change your size when you tried to give Floyd a head pat. He was just too tall, so you grew temporarily. The trio were all shocked, but Floyd was a happy eel that day. Azul was very interested in this ability. It must be very convenient for you.

Once, your friends were being terrorized by Floyd’s squeezes. They weren’t in true danger, Floyd was just bored. However, you barged in like the FBI and tackled the eel. You didn’t have your muzzle on, and you would have caused serious damage if his arms weren’t so long. Azul walked in after hearing the commotion and used his magic to hold you temporarily so he could put your muzzle back on. You apologized and said that you saw Ace and Deuce as people you needed to protect.

When Azul learns that you regain stamina through naps, he will offer (for free) to look after you. He will bring you classwork you missed as well as tell you stories of the sea to help you sleep better. Jade and Floyd know to not disturb you unless they want to face docked pay checks as well as your wrath.

He’s a bit too busy to help you train, but he will be there if you need any help emotionally or mentally. He sometimes invites you over so as to train his dorm as well as let Floyd go haywire. Think of it as payment for destroying the Lounge while ‘protecting your friends’.

When he finds you going without your muzzle one day, he is concerned. You explained (he found your voice heavenly) that you were confident in your ability to control yourself for at least a day, but you had your bamboo muzzle on you just in case. He was very proud of you, he treated you to a study date at the lounge.

Kalim Al-Asim

You’re so cute! He doesn’t really care if you’re a demon. He’s the least judgmental person in NRC, so that’s a given. Jamil advises him to be cautious though. However, he doesn’t really listen to Jamil…

You’re basically the same person. You’re both friendly rays of sunshine who are naturally affectionate and happy. You’re sometimes absent-minded but so is he! He loves your headpats and will give you headpats in return. Jamil panics because now there’s two of them!

He once asked about your muzzle over dinner and Jamil was about to reprimand him when you wrote on a piece of paper that you were still a demon and had yet to control your urges. Jamil was freaked out but Kalim was determined to help you gain control.

He found out you could shrink and grow when you were playing around. You were marching around while growing and shrinking and it was very amusing to see Kalim try and ‘imitate’ it. You gone to Cinnabon lately? Cuz y’all being too much of a cinnamon roll

Once, he invited you and Grim over to enjoy the wonders Scarabia had to offer. However, when he shoved crackers into Grim’s mouth, you growled at him. He retrieved his hand and looked like a hurt puppy, and Jamil pulled Kalim behind him. Once you calmed down and made sure Grim was okay, you explained that you have an urge to protect Grim.

When Kalim learns that you nap a lot, he will be sad that it means less time to hang out with you, but he will definitely cuddle with you when he can! He will bring your classwork to you, but he won’t be much help to you. You both tend to get distracted until Jamil interferes.

He will help you train via subjecting his dorm to fierce hours of non-stop working. It was a win-win situation in his eyes, but he was upset that his dorm-mates were easily defeated. He will even train his magic by going through beginner sparring with you.

When he sees you without your muzzle, his eyes become hearts. You were just so gorgeous! Your voice sounded so nice! He followed you around all day until classes started, but after the bell rang he would be right next to you. He was so happy about your progress and he couldn’t help but throw a party for you (this time, Jamil didn’t complain because he knew how hard you worked)!

Vil Schoenheit

He has mixed feelings about you: you’re so cute, but you’re also a demon who could eat him at a moment’s notice. He will keep his guard up around you, but other than that you don’t cause much trouble.

Little by little, you break down that wall of his and you let him dress you up. You being his little doll whenever you both have free time is what he uses to de-stress after a long day. He’s happy that you so willingly let him do whatever he wants to your face and hair, as well as willingly go into the bathroom to change into an outfit he selected.

While he was dressing you up, he asked about your muzzle since the green of the bamboo didn’t fit well with the outfit he selected. You told him that you were still a demon and had trouble controlling yourself around so many humans, and it shocked him. So what did he do? Designed muzzles to go with your outfits!

He doesn’t appreciate your headpats since it ruins his hair, but he does appreciate the sentiment behind it. You give headpats to everyone as a greeting, and he’s glad that you have that personal connection with him, but please just wave. Mans took so long on his hair and he doesn’t want it to get messed up.

He found out you could shrink when an article of clothing didn’t quite fit you since you were a bit too small for it. Then you just grew so that you fit it better. He was quite surprised, but happy that you could model more outfits for him. However, it does get quite awkward when he asks you to shrink or grow.

Once, Vil forced Epel to do his skin care routine and the latter was just not having it today. He was kicking and screaming. You barged in and tackled Vil. He noticed that you didn’t have your muzzle but instead you were trying to snap at him. Epel quickly used a spell to push you away so that Vil could get his pen and hold you in place. You later explained that you had a strong urge to protect Epel from any imminent danger and you couldn’t help but act on that impulse.

Vil isn’t very happy with your sleep schedule, but he understands that you have to otherwise you might resort to eating humans, and that isn’t good at all. So, he brings you your work and will gladly talk you through anything you need help with.

Exercising is very good for your health, so Vil will gladly help you gain control over your demonic urges. He will grab Rook and have him help as well in your training. You make a bunch of progress and you gain more control over your abilities as well as your reactions.

One day, you feel confident enough to go at least one day without your muzzle on, and Vil is right there with you every step of the day. He will walk with you to your classes and check on you after the bell rings and he will invite you to sit with him during lunch. He is so proud of you, and he will reward you with a nice date.

Idia Shroud

This mans is so shy around you. He doesn’t really care that you are a demon (he’s seen so many anime with demons and so he’s not phased by it). You are just his polar opposite, and he’s very anti-social.

He likes that you are very kind towards him, though. You understand that he is very anxious around people, so you are very patient. You gain a good bond with Ortho and it makes Idia happy. He does like your headpats, but he is not used to physical affection. However, he deals with it for you since you can’t speak with your muzzle. After a while, he finds it comforting whenever you give him a headpat.

Speaking of, it’s Ortho who asks about it. Idia was just there in the room as well. You write that you have trouble controlling yourself around so many humans, and that sends Idia into a frenzy because he was human himself. You then have to explain to him that because of the muzzle, you can’t do any serious damage.

He found out you could shrink when Idia shyly asked you to help with upgrading Ortho. You had smaller hands than he did, after all. You shrank even more so that the size of your hands wouldn’t get in the way. He was shocked and almost dropped something, but he quickly recovered.

One time, Ortho went outside to run errands for Idia when he was dragged into trouble with Ace, Deuce, and Grim. They got in a fight with another bunch of students and it was about to be a brawl. Then you charged with the demon blood in you. That was one of the few times Idia has ever been outside. He rushed over and put your muzzle over your mouth to prevent you from doing anything too horrible. You later told him that you attacked because Ortho was in danger.

He doesn’t mind that you sleep a lot. You actually look very cute when you sleep, and he means that in the most adoring way. Sometimes he will sleep next to you, but mostly he’s playing video games. He will help you on school work if you need anything, but other than that he’s kinda just like ‘mood’.

Idia would love to build some robots that you could train with, and you will be able to help him by demonstrating what you can do already. He won’t personally partake in training, but he is glad that he can do something for you in your journey to gaining control.

One day, you go without your muzzle and Idia will willingly join you for lunch in the cafeteria. He will start panicking, but he is able to hear your voice trying to comfort him as you give him the usual headpats. After school, he will reward you with a movie night and all the sweets you could ever want.

Malleus Draconia

He’s not very shocked that you are a demon. He finds you to be very cute, though. He’s not intimidated by you, if you couldn’t tell. He’s very confident in his ability to overpower you, plus he’s not human.

He loves your friendly personality. It’s a stark contrast compared to what he’s used to, but it’s a very welcome difference. He appreciates how you’re not intimidated by him. He also loves your headpats. Usually, no one would dare look his way, but here you are giving him headpats as a greeting. Sebek hates it, but Malleus glares at him.

He asks about your muzzle when you were on your nightly walk. You bring a notepad in case something needs to be said, so you are prepared. You ‘told’ him that since there were so many humans at NRC, you find it hard to control yourself from consuming a human. He doesn’t judge since it’s something out of your control, but he would love to hear your voice more often.

He found out you could change your size when you were invited to the Diasomnia dorm and you were demonstrating all the things you could do. You would go up to Lilia and shrink to his size, to Silver and grow to his size, to Sebek and grow to his size (he yelled at you), and finally to Malleus and grow to his size (minus the horns). For once, Malleus wasn’t the tallest person in the room.

One day, after classes, Ace was going on and on about how Sebek was a ‘teacher’s pet’ and a ‘goody two-shoes’ and the knight showed up at that exact moment. Now, Sebek started yelling at Ace and Deuce and Grim, who were all yelling back. You, not knowing better besides the fact that Sebek is now yelling at your close friends, attacked. You tore off your muzzle so you could try and scare him even more. The young knight was taken off-guard and wasn’t given any chance to recover.

Lilia’s ears caught onto Sebek’s distress and the rest of the group went to go save him. Malleus saw that you pinned Sebek to the ground and tried to get him to stop squirming. You were raising your fist to knock him out, but Malleus grabbed hold of you and pulled you off of Sebek. You later explained that Sebek started yelling at Ace and Deuce, and you got the overwhelming urge to defend your ‘family’. Malleus completely understood everything: he’s a dragon, so he also has those protective urges.

He’s sad that you tend to sleep a lot since that leaves less time to spend with you, but he decides that it is better than going around and consuming humans to regain stamina. Since he doesn’t need much sleep, it’s mostly lying next to you and enjoying your presence as well as making sure nothing happens to you while you are so vulnerable. He will gladly bring you your work and help you catch up since it means he spends more time with you.

He loves training with you. He will volunteer his knights to train with you as a dorm activity. It will help them in the Spelldrive tournaments, and for the future. He personally loves being able to go all-in without fearing for your safety.

One day, he notices that you are walking around without your muzzle and he has that child-like eagerness to hear your voice. He will escort you to and from your classes and he will invite you to sit with him during lunch. He doesn’t want to spend one second without being by your side.

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mitziholder · 6 months

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I find your thoughts on fandom interesting, and in general, I'm really glad to see more discussion of the bad shit fandom can/is doing to young women in radblr spaces. But I mean this as an honest question: Why do you consider fandom not challenging writers/readers such a problem? These aren't professional writing spaces, and the vast majority of fanfic writers don't intend to go into them. Does an artistic hobby *need* to challenge its participants to be worthwhile? I mean this all really genuinely, especially as someone who *does* work in the arts and *does* actively want work that challenges me, and has traditionally prided herself on it -- are these inherent moral goods? Am I a reasonable standard to expect of other people? Is engaging with boundary-pushing art a requirement of healthy maturity? Why? Is, say, a human rights lawyer who spends her free time watching trashy reality shows blighted, somehow, by that fact? What about a cashier who watches the same stuff because she's genuinely not interested in anything else? And, given the vast majority of readers of actual books basically read the way fanfic-only readers read -- the same genres, which use well-worn tropes -- do we think fandom is actually keeping its participants from more worthwhile experiences? (I suspect you might argue this is dumbing down the publishing industry, which I would really disagree with, as someone in publishing -- I know we can all point to Ali Hazelwood or a million YA books that advertise with tropes, but I really can't emphasize enough that this has been the case since modern publishing began, and I think pinning "so-so prose that's The Same Old Shit" on the current young female writer cohort borders on sexism, tbh.) I've been thinking about these questions a lot lately, and I just don't know the answers. My gut wants to say yes, it's good to present challenging work to people, especially women, because art is a key part of the human experience, and can effect all sorts of societal things. But also ... I know very little about the environment, including my immediate natural environment, and if I'm honest, I'm not really inclined to learn. I'm sure learning about it would effect all sorts of change in my life and concept of self. But I'm probably not going to do it because I have a limited amount of time and I'd rather give it to other things. Is that better or worse than engaging with challenging art? Is it better or worse to be me than the woman reading the same old tropey fanfic in her free time? I think what I WOULD argue is that, specifically, fandom as it is reinforces patriarchy and induces a lot self-destruction and alienation in young women, with particularly vile effects on young lesbians, autistic women, etc. But if it didn't do that....would I still have a problem with it? I don't know. But it's interesting as hell to think about, and I'd love your thoughts on it.

hello nona :-) many interesting points, much to consider

>Does an artistic hobby need to challenge its participants to be worthwhile?

no. I’m sure there are plenty of people who enjoy crochet or knitting or something like that for the sake of it or to de-stress. I’m sure there are also plenty of people who write and draw for the sake of it with little interest in grinding for improvement. that’s fine. the problem is when you have people who replace reading and personal edification with endless fluff + pointless indulgence.

reading... things... that are above your level, that actually make you think, is how you increase your vocabulary, your linguistic competence, your critical thinking skills, your ability to express yourself. difficult and complex texts present you with opportunities to broaden your perspective. they stimulate your mind, present you with new ideas; they can help you grow as a person in ways that the Same Old Shit simply won’t/can’t. it would be like benching the bar every day for 10 years straight and expecting to get stronger... I presume. I don’t lift weights.

as I said previously, I don’t think fanfic is going to destroy your brain, but if you read nothing but fanfic, that is on the same level as (or maybe worse than) reading nothing at all. of course I’m going to be critical of a community of people who humblebrag about how they can’t bring themselves to read 25 pages of literature in an academic (non yaoitastic) context.

ya ya it’s a joke they’re joking very funny, but do you see people of other creative pursuits or hobbies joking about how they can’t bring themselves to focus on a piece of actual literature or nonfiction? how they have zero interest in anything outside of anime boys kissing each other? it’s a sign of intellectual stagnation (and eventual regression imo).

I watch a lot of shitty youtube videos, but I acknowledge that they are basically a waste of my time. meanwhile you have post after post singing the praises of how culturally important and worthy of respect Our Beloved Fic Writers are in spite of the fact that their work is, by and large, completely self-indulgent shit! there’s just so much potential that isn’t being tapped into & so much complacency... it’s very frustrating to me. I find it dishonest. red white and royal blue is not going to change the world... lol

for the record, yes, you are right, lots of Real book-readers also read mostly self-indulgent shit. genre fiction is far more popular than anything else... and I don’t care for booktok either. in fairness, literary fiction isn’t always good, and I’m sure there were many women who read nothing but terrible pulp novels 70 years ago too. that doesn’t make fandom any better! not to say this is all women’s fault - I just have zero frame of reference for how “cultured” men may or may not be, and I don’t really care either way. I focus on fandom girlies because they’re what I know, & I want women to be... better, or at least more interesting. this is, of course, sexist by definition. I hold myself and other women to higher standards. I will admit to that. I’ll also admit to the fact that I do not care about men or what they are writing or reading and would not give a shit if they all became illiterate thoughtless slugs. it is what it is.

truthfully, I have no interest in moralizing any of this. I just find it depressing! it’s resulting in more and more women who cannot relate to and have zero interest in anything outside of the narrowly defined fanfic bubble - so, more and more women who can’t relate to me or what I care about. I’m selfish, and I think it’s unfortunate that there are so many young female writers clearly capable of writing something interesting who nevertheless restrict themselves to lowest common denominator coombrained garbage because it’s what’s easy and popular.

do we have a responsibility to pester random strangers about their amateur fanfic? naw. who has the time? all I know is that conversations I’ve had with my female friends about our original works or other women’s writing have been vastly more substantial and enlightening than any argument about who tops or bottoms in supernatural... imo. in my opinion

re: the environment and social responsibility, I also have no interest in debating what matters are the most important and whether you have a personal, moral obligation to educate yourself about them. I recognize that we all have a limited amount of time and energy to dedicate to something which is admittedly fairly peripheral to most people’s everyday concerns (such as... paying the bills). then again, so is almost everything.

at the end of the day, I just think it is an awful shame that some women would - and they freely admit this - rather turn their brains off and do nothing, think about nothing, read the same shit over and over, watch the same shows over and over, draw and write the same things and dynamics over and over... than do anything else. anything different or thought-provoking or uncomfortable. it is a loss for the breadth and the depth of women’s contributions to culture as well as their empathy and intellectual curiosity.

obligatory food analogy: a little bit of junk food won’t kill you, but if that’s all you’re eating, you are probably not... doing... well

and that’s not even getting into the social contagion present within fandom re:mogai, relationships, and gender identity shit (which I would say probably has a lot to do with the underdeveloped critical thinking skills and worldviews of girls who read nothing but fanfiction). I would love to come back to that at some point, but I think this post is long enough, so I’ll just put a pin in it. there’s honestly an insane amount that I have to say about common talking points regarding the value of yaoi/fanfic (in terms of how they portray Marginalized Identities and Relationships and how it supposedly helps women navigate their own trauma through a proxy or some shit like that) oh god this is a horrible run-on .... that’s all for now! send post!

#i am glad you found my thoughts interesting enough to write in:)#ask

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darkurgetrash · 1 month

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WIP tag game🖤

Thank you to @graysparrowao3 for the tag! I honestly love doing these and I’m so happy you guys actually care about what I write, genuinely. 🥺 I’m tagging @bearhugsandshrugs @charmedcleric @duckweave

Enjoy a section of the next chapter for Lead Me Through the Dark, which is a long-awaited flashback to a certain campy party. ;) under the cut.

“Hey, soldier?”

Tav jumped, her attention turning back to Karlach. Oh right, they’d been talking about… what had they been talking about again?

“You seem a little zoned out there mate. You alright?” Karlach asked with kind concern, her usually booming voice turned soft and gentle as she regarded her friend.

“Hooo - my apologies!” Tav giggled, “I’m not quite used to drinking so much.”

“Isn’t that only your first bottle?” The tiefling smiled wearily, suspicion laced in her jovial tone.

Tav cast a sheepish glance at the half-empty bottle of plum fizz clutched in her hand. “I suppose it is,” she conceded, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I must be a lightweight.” She concluded with a half-hearted snort.

“I guess so… come to think of it, I’ve never seen you drink much. No good pubs back in Athkatla?”

“I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t allowed to go to them. My upbringing was rather… sheltered in that regard.”

Karlach tutted, shaking her head in mock disapproval.

“Poor Tav! Don’t you worry, soon as we get to the city we are gonna go on one mad crawl! Make up for lost time - for both of us.”

Tav smiled back at her fiery friend, her boisterous spirit a welcome balm to Tav’s more rigid nature. Just by being around her, Tav could feel her hidden playfulness, so long repressed, edge closer to the surface.

Karlach had intimidated her greatly when they’d first met, not only because she’d thought she was Wyll’s devil contract but because of the sheer size of her! The tiefling was probably the strongest woman she’d ever laid eyes on and Tav couldn’t help but feel timid in front of her. She herself wasn’t that small - taller than the average human and having the slightly curvaceous body of a well-spoilt noble woman. What she did lack though was any amount of strength and stamina - even the long journeys to and from camp she and her companions had to make was enough to tire her out.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Tav’s shyness around Karlach to subside and she was glad for it, because now the tiefling was easily one of her closest companions in the camp. What Tav loved most about their friendship was how balanced they were, with Karlach’s intuitive nature always managing to break through Tav’s stone walls. She always seemed to know how Tav was feeling without her having to make any comment whatsoever - it was the perfect type of friendship for the highly-strung, overly anxious Tavlyn Fairchild.

“Anyway soldier, you got any plans for tonight?” Her tone brimmed with curiosity, “Or were you thinking of spending the whole time talking to mama K?”

Tav shrugged, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. “That doesn’t sound like a terrible idea, to be honest.”

“Sheesh!” Karlach scoffed. “Look around mate, have you not noticed how many eyes have been on you in the past ten minutes alone? You’re the star of the show.”

A flush of embarrassment crept up Tav’s cheeks as she reluctantly acknowledged the truth in Karlach’s words. Despite her reluctance to bask in the limelight, she couldn’t deny the curious gazes that followed her every move, the whispered murmurs that swirled in her wake. Not only were several of her companions peering at her from their tents but many of the tieflings too with a shy kind of eagerness. They really thought she was the one to save the day, didn’t they? Like some kind of hero. It was embarrassing - if anything, she’d contributed the least!

Sure. Her destruction spells caused havoc in the Goblin camp and she had been the one to strike down the camp’s leaders, but her damage wouldn’t have even been possible if not for her companions - Shadowheart, keeping her weak body from harm, or Lae’zel, who had single handedly taken out most of the goblin hoard. Hells, even the camp leaders wouldn’t have fallen if not for Wyll hexing them or Gale immobilising them with fog clouds and blindness. All of her companions, really, did more than her… so why weren’t they getting more of the credit?

Tav asked herself this but, deep down, she knew the answer. It was for the same reason as why she’d always been able to live an easy life - because she had a pretty face and learned-eloquence from her noble upbringing. When she had left that life behind, she’d resolved to never have to rely on her connections ever again; become her own person free from her family’s name, yet here she still was, reaping the benefits of nobility.

She looked back at Karlach, sighing. Her face must have turned sour because the tiefling looked on her now with gentle affection.

“You’re allowed to celebrate, you know. You don’t always have to be so hard on yourself.”

“I have to be hard on myself, no one else ever is.” Tav rolled her eyes, grateful for Karlach’s sympathy but also annoyed by it. She was undeserving of such grace.

“Not such a bad problem to have, if you ask me.” Karlach jabbed, grinning wide to show that she wasn’t being serious.

“I know it isn’t - Gods, sorry. I have no right to be so… moody.”

“Hmm, maybe what you really need is some… release?” Karlach whispered, leaning close.

Tav furrowed her brows.

“What, like throwing up or something?”

“No, ya twit!” Karlach laughed, “I mean another kind of release - maybe with the help of a certain tiefling?”

Tav’s eyes widened, realising what her friend was alluding to.

“You scoundrel! You do realise we have… tadpoles in our brains, right?” She stuttered, “There’s no time for such things - besides, whom are you even referring to?”

“Ah come on mate, don’t play coy! You know who I’m talking about!” Karlach groaned, “You and that wizard have been flirting non-stop for weeks, the tension has been kiiiiilling me! If I was you, I’d have jumped his bones hours ago, screw the party!”

“What, Rolan?!” Tav exclaimed, blushing as she realised how loud she’d shouted his name. She turned behind her and was grateful to spot Rolan preoccupied, engaged in an arm wrestle with his sister to which he was losing miserably and audibly. It made her giggle briefly before she stopped herself, pouting.

“Absolutely not!” She protested, frowning at Karlach. “Are you joking?!”

“Fuck no!” Her friend laughed. “Seriously, you’re not into him?”

“Well, he’s obviously handsome…” Tav said, picturing the tiefling with his high cheekbones and his glowing eyes like a sunset, that permanently bemused smirk on his face. “… but beyond that, he’s entirely, frustratingly arrogant. Did you hear what he said to me earlier today? He called me a butcher’s blade and himself a Master, ugh! Were I not a lady, I’d have slapped him for such a remark.”

“Of course, your ladyship!” Karlach laughed, bowing facetiously. “Well, in that case, I suppose you won’t give a shit if I told you I’ve seen him stealing glances at you more than anyone else this evening?”

“Hm, not at all.” Tav blushed, folding her arms.

“Orrrr that he’s looking at you right now?”

“He is?”

Tav turned around again and, as she did so, noticed him quickly turn his face from her with growing redness, his siblings laughing behind him.

“Go talk to him, Princess.” Karlach chuckled behind her, moving away from her tent in search of another wine bottle. As she passed Rolan, she turned back to Tav and winked teasingly, wiggling her eyebrows.

Gods…

Had she really thought Tav and Rolan had been flirting? Absurd - the two did nothing but argue right from the moment they met. He’d been eager to leave the Grove despite the protest of his siblings and Tav had only briefly mentioned that it would be a good idea to stay, but apparently that made her a ‘prying busy-body’ - ridiculous. He’d been the one making such a loud fuss! Every time they spoke after that, it was always an “oh, it’s you” from him or some sarcastic comment baiting Tav to retaliate, which… she, regrettably, usually did.

Flirting. Pah!

She’d prove Karlach completely wrong! She’d go up to him right now and make it evident that there was absolutely no tension going on between them. That would show her!

She took another swig from her bottle, wiping away the wetness from her lips, and marched towards he and his siblings, determination propelling her forwards.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS DARK FATE Vol. 3 Chapter of the Last Quarter [Track 2]

Original title: 食卓での会話

Source: Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE Vol. 3 Chapter of the Last Quarter

Audio: Here (15:00 - 31:03)

Seiyuu: Takahiro Sakurai, Kimura Ryouhei, Tatsuhisa Suzuki, Kishio Daisuke

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TRACK 2: CONVERSATION AT THE DINNER TABLE

Ruki: I believe I told you to be back by eight.

Kou: Oh come on, Ruki-kun! Don’t sweat the details~! As you can see, we brought M-neko-chan with us!

Ruki: Oi, Livestock. Did you get back here so late because you were taking forever?

Azusa: Actually, Yuma…

Ruki: Hm? Yuma? …What did he do?

Azusa: He just had to target Eve…which is how we ended up running late.

Yuma: …The fuck, Azusa!? You snitch…!!

Ruki: Livestock. Is he telling the truth?

You keep quiet.

Ruki: No answer? In other words…it’s true?

Yuma: …I-I didn’t do much, really! I just picked on her a lil’, that’s all!

Ruki: Hmph. I wonder. …Good grief. Anyway, get inside. The food has already gone completely cold.

The four of you enter the manor and head to the dining hall.

*Creaaak*

Kou: It smells wonderful here~ What’s for dinner tonight?

Ruki: A stew.

Kou: Hm…I like stews as well but I guess I would have preferred vongole…

Ruki: Do not complain about the food you are being served. After all, we eat meals even though we do not necessarily eat them to survive.

Kou: Well, I guess you’re right! Complaining about that would give me bad karma!

They take a seat at the dinner table.

Ruki: Well then, everyone has taken a seat, correct? Let us express our gratitude towards that man for allowing us to enjoy this food.

Everyone: Thanks for the meal!

*Cling cling*

Ruki: How is it, Livestock? Good?

You nod.

Ruki: I see. I’m glad. I have been working on it since this morning, since I knew you would be coming over.

You tell him you are enjoying this moment.

Ruki: Heh. It feels good having a meal together with other people, you say? So in other words, you were actually feeling lonely all by yourself at that manor?

You go quiet.

Ruki: You can be honest. While Vampires are often considered ‘inhuman,’ after spending so much time amongst humans, we are more than capable of understanding their emotions. Of course, I do not know whether or not those Vampires actually feel anything special in regards to you, but that is simply how we perceive humans. By spending time together, it is natural for them to start treating you as their beloved pet.

*Cling cling*

Kou: (talks with his mouth full of food) In owther whords… (gulps down his food) …You feel the same way?

Ruki: I was simply speaking hypothetically. More importantly, Kou, do not talk with your mouth full.

Kou: Oh geez, don’t try and dodge my question~

Ruki: Iーー …

*Rustle*

Ruki: No, I suppose I have nothing to hide at this point. Livestock, I was worried about you. It was not just me either. All of us were.

You thank them.

Kou: No need to thank us! I mean, leaving a girl all by herself in that ‘haunted house’ is basically asking for something bad to happen, don’t you think?

Ruki: The Lunar Eclipse is approaching as well, after all.

Azusa: The Lunar…Eclipse?

Ruki: That man told me once. On the night of a Lunar Eclipse, it is not uncommon for strange or unusual things to occur. Us Vampires, who are affected by the moonlight, should be especially careful. On top of that, this Lunar Eclipse is special. We have to be utmost cautious. The reason why we called you here…No, I suppose that does not matter right now.

Kou: Hmー The fact that the Eclipse will happen consecutively with the one in the Demon World is what makes it special, right?

Ruki: While it could be a coincidence, since we are largely affected by the moon, the longer it lasts, the greater the risks involved.

Yuma: It really makes ya feel somethin’ will happen, huh?

Ruki: I hope it will remain just a hunch. However, it has already become reality in some way, has it not?

Azusa: Are you talking about…Ayato-san being attacked by those Wolves?

Ruki: Yes. In other words, I doubt it those were regular wolves who had wandered off into town, nor members of the Wolf Clan.

Kou: Ah! Really!?

You join the conversation.

Kou: Hm? What is it, M-neko-chan?

You explain.

Kou: I see. So the Sakamaki’s believe that those Wolves are some kind of Demonic species? Which means…The Wolf Clan must be behind it after all? But Ruki-kun is stating the opposite though…Hey, Ruki-kun. How can you be so sure that it wasn’t those guys? You sounded pretty certain, so you must have a reason for that, right?

Ruki: That’s rather sharp of you, Kou.

Yuma: Oh come on! Don’t be actin’ all smug!

Ruki: …This story takes us back to when we were still living in Eden. You guys should try and recall it as well. The last time there was an Eclipse.

Azusa: The last Eclipse…How many years ago was that?

Kou: Ah! I remember! Someone visited Eden back then, right? Um… Who was it again?

Yuma: Lemme think…I feel like the dude had some really fancy name…

Ruki: It was Gottfried-sama, the leader of the Wolf Clan.

Kou: Ah, right, right! That guy!

Azusa: When we went to greet him at the door…There was this giant wolf…I vividly recall my heart racing…at the thought of being eaten alive…

Yuma: Now that ya mention it, he was part of the Wolf Clan, huh?

Ruki: Exactly. Gottfried-sama and Karlheinz-sama have a longstanding friendship, hence why he would go as far as to invite him over to Eden.

Yuma: Aahー I see. It all makes sense now. You’re tryin’ to say that it makes no sense for the Wolf Clan to try and attack us Vampires, when their respective leaders are old pals?

Ruki: Yes.

Azusa: Then the Wolves who attacked Ayato in the human world…

Ruki: I think it is safe to assume that they were not part of Godfried’s Wolf Clan, at the very least.

Kou: Eeh~? Then who could be behind it?

Yuma: Maybe Azusa was right after all, and those wolves simply wandered into town from the zoo or the mountains?

*Rustle*

Ruki: Hm…No, the Sakamaki’s should be smart enough to have realized that.

Azusa: Which means…Those Wolves originate from the Demon World, but they are not part of the Wolf Clan we mentioned…?

Kou: I don’t really get it…Oh! M-neko-chan’s meat is mine!

*Cling*

Yuma: ーー Ya bastard! I had my sights set on it!

Azusa: Eve…You can have my piece.

*Cling*

Azusa: Eat lots, okay?

*Rustle*

Azusa: Come on, Eve…Say ‘ahn’ー

Kou and Yuma start quarreling in the background. (1)

Azusa: My piece of meat is delicious, you see? It has a generous amount of shichimi-spice on it…

You seem hesitant.

Azusa: …What’s wrong? Why would you turn your face away? …Oh. Right. You want me to feed you…by forcing it inside your mouth, don’t you? Right? It’s so obvious.

Ruki: First Bloods…

Yuma: …Ah? What didya say just now?

*Cling cling*

Kou: What was that, Ruki-kun!? Did you say something just now!?

Ruki: First Bloods.

Yuma: Aah…!? I feel like I’ve heard ‘bout that somewhere before…? What are they called? First…bra? (2)

Kou: Haha! Yuma-kun, you perv! ‘First bra,’ he said! Ahaha~!

Yuma: No! I-I didn’t mean it like that!

Kou: Now’s my chance!

Kou quickly steals a piece of meat from Yuma.

*Cling*

Yuma: Ah…!

Kou: Mmh, mmh~ Nothing beats Ruki-kun’s stew!

Yuma: Damnit! That was fuckin’ unfair!

Ruki: Good grief…They really are not interested in what I have to say at all.

Azusa: Hey, Ruki…What are these ‘First Bloods’?

You try to explain to Azusa.

Azusa: Eh…? You know about them as well?

Ruki: Is that so, Livestock?

You nod.

Ruki: I can keep this short then. The species living in the Demon World can be roughly divided in four different categories: Snakes, Eagles, Wolves, and us, Bats. Each subspecies is also referred to as respectively the Vibora, Adler, Wolf, or Vampire clan. Meanwhile, First Bloods is the term used for the group of people who possess DNA of all four clans. All species currently living in the Demon World can be traced back to these First Bloods, hence why they are also called ‘Founders.’

Yuma: Ahー Since they’re also part Wolf, could it be that they’re disguisin’ themselves as wolves here in the human world?

Ruki: I am not too knowledgeable in that regard either. For one, everything I know about them, I got from reading books I found in Karlheinz-sama’s library.

Yuma: But it’s possible for them to transform, right?

Ruki: I heard that in the distant past, they were banished to their Castle located on the outer edge of the Demon World and were under very strict supervision. They were defeated by allied forces led by Karlheinz-sama after they attempted to claim the whole Demon World for themselves.

Kou: Hmー In other words, a coup d’etat?

Ruki: No, not quite. There was no King for them to overthrow. Back then, the concept of a Demon Lord did not even exist yet after all.

Azusa: Then…The monarchy we know nowadays must have been established…after the war, right?

Ruki: I believe it was one of the countermeasures which they installed. Of course, this is all the information I found in books as well.

Kou: Which means the chances of them coming to the human world and disguising themselves as Wolves is pretty slim, right? I don’t know where exactly this ‘outer edge of the Demon World’ is, but from what you told us, it wouldn’t be easy for them to just leave.

Ruki: Yes. Although, they would definitely have a motive to attack the Sakamaki’s.

Yuma: Ahー This is makin’ my head hurt. …So, who are the dudes who came to this city and attacked Ayato then? A sub-group from the Wolf Clan?

Ruki: That is a possibility as well.

Azusa: I guess we have no other choice…but to capture them…and check…

Ruki: Well, I guess that’s what it’ll ultimately come down to.

Ruki gets up from his seat.

Yuma: Oi, Ruki! We’re not done talkin’ yet, are we?

Ruki: What else is there to talk about?

Yuma: Like what we’re do ‘bout those wolves, maybe?

Ruki: We haven’t received any orders from that man. Therefore, we should not meddle with it.

Yuma: Meddle, huh? So we basically can’t do anythin’ unless we’re told to do so?

Kou: I mean, Ayato was the one who got attacked, so I don’t really see any reason why we would need to step up?

Yuma: I’m stronger than that guy is, at the very least.

Ruki: Wait, Yuma. Do not act without permission. You need to wait until we get a formal order. Or else, you might make a mistake you cannot undo.

Azusa: Ruki…What are you afraid of…?

Ruki: I am not afraid of anything. However…I simply do not want to stand in the way of anything.

Kou: Hm? What are you talking about?

Ruki: I believe that man predicted all of this would happen. Including the eldest triplet being attacked.

Yuma: Haah…I wonder what’s goin’ on in Karlheinz-sama’s head?

*Rustle*

Azusa: I don’t know but…If this is how that man wants things to play out…then this is surely the way it should be…Hey, Eve, you think so too, don’t you…? Of course you do.

Ruki: Anyway, Yuma. Kou and Azusa, you two too. Let me warn you just in case as well, Livestock. Try to mind your own business. However, do keep your guard up high.

Kou: Roger~!

Yuma: I know, god!

You get up from your seat.

Azusa: Eve…? What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly standing up…? You’re going back home?

You nod.

Kou: No need to worry about the other manor. Azusa-kun told you earlier that he left one of his Familiars there, remember? Besides, it’s already late at night, so you might just run into a wolf on your way home!

Yuma: Yeah, exactly! They’re nocturnal, so ya probably shouldn’t go wanderin’ ‘round outside right now.

Azusa: Eve…Just spend the night here, okay? I mean, you even have your own room here…

Ruki: Livestock, just do it. No need to be modest. Besides, those guys won’t return, even if you decide to go back home. Which means we’ll just have to come and pick you up again, making us waste extra time and effort.

You decide to stay over.

Kou: Hooray! Guess we’ll be spending the night under the same roof then!

Ruki: Let’s do that. Ah…No need to worry about cleaning up, I’ll handle it. You can go to your room. …Azusa, escort her.

Azusa: Mmh…Okay. Well then, Eve…Let’s go.

You leave the room with Azusa.

*Thud*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) It was quite difficult to make out what exactly they’re saying with Azusa also speaking on top of it, but I believe Kou got upset about Azusa trying to get some ‘quality time’ with the listener first, then it shifts to Yuma trying to steal the piece of meat from Kou as the two of them continue fighting over it. :p

(2) The word ‘blood’ in Japanese is pronounced as ブラッド or ‘buraddo’. If you take the first two syllables ‘ブラ’ (bura), you get the Japanese word for ‘bra’. Unfortunately, ‘blood’ and ‘bra’ don’t start with the same letters, so this pun is kind of lost in translation. ^^;;

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 10 months

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Mask-a-Raid: Part 2

GAGH! Ugh...!? W-Would it kill you to stop running around and slinging me about like I’m your god-damn backpack!?

No...But I find it very entertaining.

*THUD!*

UHUGH!

*After scaling a small Hokkaido building with his package, Matta unstraps Kanade from his back and throws her onto the ground. He then takes something out of his pocket and speaks into it.

...Tsutsuji? I’m going to need a pickup from my current location.

Woman’s Voice: Matta? Wait, what’s this about?

I’m with Kanade Otonokoji, I just rescued her as Shirogane desired. You yourself reccomended that I do this, remember?

But this was a mostly solo mission so I’ll need you to take me to safety. Drop Zetsubou a pin of my current whereabouts.

Woman’s Voice: *sigh* Alright...But next time give me advance warning, why don’t you? I can’t be here to oversee your missions all the time.

Hmph...I’m still glad I have you around.

GYALUSETSU!

...

*Matta disapprovingly raises his head after hearing this angry scream. He turns around to see Kuripa and Kaede fly up to him on Kaede’s spear.

Over and out...

*He hangs up his call with the mysterious woman, then faces them.

Why don’t either of you just give it a rest?

Hehh...Never...!

I’ve put up with too much lately for you to just grab that psycho and make off with her! I don’t care what Zetsubou needs her for, I’m just not letting it happen!

Admirable, I’ll admit...But I must ask...

You really hate psychotic murderers, correct?

Of course!

Then why side with THAT guy and a Monokub?

!!?

Don’t compare Kuripa to her! Why wouldn’t I side with him after everything he’s done for me!?

Does that include almost killing you in America?

!!??

...

Yeah...I knew about it...When the same man spends his life trying to hunt you down, you learn to keep track of his movements.

I can’t fathom why you would continue to place faith in a man who would not only hurt you so horribly, but would do so again in a heartbeat if the ends justified his selfish means.

...I...

Besides...It’s not as if you have any reason to spite me. Zetsubou are becoming increasingly unreliable, and it’s not as if you’ve wronged me in any way.

What are you getting at?

I’m saying...don’t give me a reason to HURT you...!

Too late for that. You’re rescuing Otonokoji AND you killed Kuripa’s sister!

That’s more than enough of a reason for me to hate you!

And how many sisters do you think HE’S killed?

How many lives do you think he’s trampled on as part of his personal revenge story against the world? How many family’s do you think he’s ripped apart?

...

Kurafto doesn’t care how many people pay the price so long as I am one of them. And you still choose to place your faith in-

Just SHUT UP!

!!?

Kuripa has NEVER killed an innocent, or hurt someone without good reason! I STARTED that fight!

These last few days have been a real eye-opener for me...And I’ve come to realize something.

Lots of bad things have happened in my life recently...and I’ve learned firsthand that there’s no way I can completely deal with them and overcome them!

But that’s because no matter what, I can’t deal with anything by myself! And I trust in the good nature of humanity and BELIEVE in people, no matter what they’ve done.

Akamatsu...!

...

We move forward in life together...Or we don’t move forward at all...!

...

That’s adorable...

In that case, you can SUFFER with him!

*PTCHOO!* *PTCHOO!*

!!?

Hraugh!

Gugh!

Agh!

*SSSLLAAAMM!*

BAAAAGH!?

*Matta grapple shots Kaede and Kuripa, yanks them both forward and pummels them into the ground!

Hrrugh! I’LL KILL YOOOUUU!!

*WHAM!*

...!

*Kuripa kicks Matta in the stomach, but he just leaps back, seemingly unphased. Kuripa immediately lurches to his feet and rushes at him, brandishing his blade!

*KER-SHUNK!*

*SLASH!* *CRASH!*

Yrrgh!

*WHOOSH!*

Gah...!

*Matta suddenly suddenly whips out a pair of scimitar swords and crosses blades with Kuripa! They block, parry and dodge each other’s attacks until Matta brings both blades down on Kuripa, forcing him to block.

Even if you were serious about protecting that girl, you CAN’T protect her forever!

Then it’s a good thing she doesn’t NEED my protection!

Hm?

*WHAM!*

Gah!

*Kuripa nods behind him, and Matta looks up in time to see Kaede soaring straight at him. With her weapon in bludgeoning mode, she slams right into him, knocking him back.

Hup!

Thanks.

No worries.

So, Gyalu-shit-su!

Gyalu-shit-su? What am I, a puppy dog?

I’ve never been able to successfully match you, but what about now!? Feel like you wanna take on both of us at the same time!?

Come at us!

*They brandish their weapons confidently.

...

No, I think I’ll just leave...

We’ll see about-

Wait, wha-?

So long...

*WHOOSH!*

WAAGH!

HEY! GET BACK HERE, YOU MASKED BASTARD!

*Matta suddenly grabs Kanade and jumps off the roof of the building. Kaede and Kuripa grab hold of the former’s weapon and fly after him to give chase.

Hup!

*With Kanade once again slung round his shoulder, he jumps down onto the highway and on top of a speeding delivery truck. He groans as he sees them fly after him

Gagh...That weapon is very annoying...!

You get that side, I’ll get this side!

Right!

*CLASH!*

HRGH!

*Kaede flips over Matta and she and Kuripa strike him simultaneously from both sides.

Oh boy, this is gonna be super rough! Kanade likey~!

H-Hold on time out.

Wha-!?

*Matta casually pushes Kuripa and Kaede back and sheathes his weapons.

*SMACK!*

GUGH!

!!??

*He smacks Kanade’s head behind him and knocks her out instantly.

I could do without the running commentary...Anyway, where were we?

*WHAM!*

AGH! NOFAIRIWASNTREAADAAAAY!

*CRASH!*

Civilian: AAGH!

Sorry!

*Matta kicks Kuripa and sends him flying back into the vehicle behind. He crashes into the car’s window and thankfully, doesn’t injure the driver.

You-!

*CLASH!* *BASH!* *SMASH!*

*Now on her own while Kuripa jumps back onto the truck and tries to rejoin her, Kaede starts to cross swords with Matta.

*CLASH!*

Gugh!

How long will it be before you fall down that path too, Kaede Akamatsu!?

Wha-?

If you continue to follow this man’s guidance, he will corrupt you. Turn you into his own remnant...And you’re still following him, even knowing that?

You don’t know...a DAMN thing about him! OR about the nature of people!

Kuripa and Monodam...Don’t you DARE DISRESPECT THEM!

*CLASH!*

...!

*Kaede shoves forward, deflecting and parrying Matta’s blade, but he simply takes a few steps back and stands up straight.

Kuripa is unruly and violent, but I’m not the same.

We’re from two different walks of life, but I will support him. But I will never follow his goals or be like him.

You say that now...But words mean little...

I can see it in the way you fight...For someone who carries such an air of grace around her, I cannot say the same for your battle prowess...

Your movements are unrefined...amateurish...sloppy...!

Just SHUT THE HELL UP!

*WHOOOSH!*

...!

*Kaede tosses her spear in Javelin mode and it soars straight towards Matta on the other side of the truck...But...

*CATCH!*

...Hm...Like I said...sloppy...!

!!??

*Kaede stars in horror, as Matta catches her full-force weapon between two of his fingers.

That’s...That’s not possible...!?

What...What the hell...ARE you...!?

I’ll say it once again, you misguided little girl...

I EXIST to DEFY the impossible…!

*CRRUUUNNCH!*

!!!???

*Kaede’s heart sinks, as Matta effortlessly crushes the Mozart MK2 between his fingers...!

*CLUNK!* *KER-CLUNK!*

*The split pieces of the spear fizzle and clunk down on top of the truck. She tries to recall them, but the spear is well and truly broken.

Not so powerful without your little toys, are you?

Grrgh! GRAAAAAGGH!!

*WHAAM!*

GUUGH!!?

*Kaede screams defiantly and rushes towards Matta with a clenched fist, but she is effortlessly kicked in the chest and knocked down, wind knocked from her lungs.

Guugh...RUUAAGH!

Hmph.

*PTCHOO!* *PANG!*

BAHAAGH!?

*Kaede still doesn’t give up, and forces herself up to attack again. This time however, Matta fires his grapple shot and yanks an iron pipe from a truck next to them on the highway forward! It flies towards them and smacks Kaede in the head, knocking her down again!

Aah...Agh...*COUGH!* Ngh...!

...

*Her vision clouded, with the remaining pieces of her spear in front of her, Kaede stars up at Matta, who points a pistol down at her face.

Remember this, Kaede Akamatsu...You didn’t have to-

*PUNK!*

...

*Kaede throws one of her spear pieces at Matta. It hits him in the mask and cuts him off.

...

You didn’t have to go through with this.

*CLICK!*

!!?

*He cocks the pistol, but right before he can fire...

HYAAGH!

CHAAGH!?

*WHAAAM!*

*Kuripa recovers, clambers back onto the truck and tackles him to the ground!

*SMACK!* *WHAM!* *SMACK!* *CRACK* *WHACK!* *PUNK!* *WHAM!* *BAM!* *SMASH!* *WALLOP!*

YOU! AREN’T! GONNA! TAKE! ANOTHER! SISTER! FROM! MEEEEEEE!!!

Gragh! GAAGH!

*Kuripa LAYS WASTE to Matta, punching him in the face and chest over and over, and adding in a headbutt for good measure!

RAAAGGH!

*WHACK!*

OOPH!

*Matta lifts his leg and knees Kuripa in the gut, forcing him off of him. He flips and recovers, unsheathing his blades once again. Kuripa gets to his feet and claps his hands together.

Akamatsu GET UP!

But I-!

I NEED you, ok!?

...!?

...

Alright...We take him together!

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nthngtoseehere-blog · 10 months

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I finished "Healer" and just. This show! So good!

And Ji Chang Wook! So pretty!!

SPOILERS below

I have a couple of nitpicks mainly related to some loose plot threads, but who cares. I enjoyed the show so much.

Seo Jung Hoo is a great character. The whole thing where he was figuratively raised by wolves and just does not how to be normal and have real relationships with people is done so well. He's great at pretending to be different types of people, but doesn't know how to be himself, or even know who he is as “himself.”

There were times that his derpy alter ego Park Bong Soo felt like less of a fake identity and more like Jung Hoo's actual comfort zone in terms of interacting with people. When he acts, as Bong Soo, bewildered by peoples' behaviors, and clueless about social norms, it's so obviously Jung Hoo reacting naturally, which is so funny and kinda sweet. He babie.

I love his relationship with Ahjumma. She's the only person so far who hasn't abandoned him AND who treats him like a human being. (His teacher did not. That relationship was fascinating story-wise and horrifying child-endangerment-and-neglect-wise.) When he finally gets to spend time with her face to face he's so gleeful about it, it's adorable.

Also adorable: his relationship with Chae Yeong Sin. I am on board that ship. They fell in mutual weirdness, which is such a great category of love. It’s also great to see them actually communicate with each other, once they decide to be together. After Jung Hoo is blackmailed to admit on camera to murders he didn’t commit, he knows he has to go on the run and drop contact with Yeong Sin to protect her, but he doesn’t just disappear. He shows up and tells her exactly what happened and what he’s going to do about it. It’s such healthy adult relationship behavior, which is hilarious because I’m pretty sure he does it because he has no filter around her anymore because he doesn’t know How to Relationship.

Yeong Sin is also a great character, and often passes the Bechdel Test which is nice. She had her own trauma and goals, and while she and Jung Hoo obviously helped each other in important ways she could have managed without him. In fact she didn't necessarily need him, while he absolutely needed her, in order to live a meaningful and happy life. That's down to her adoptive family, both her father and the rag tag bunch of ex-cons he collected as their found family. Where she came out of a traumatic childhood into a supportive and loving family, Jung Hoo came out of a traumatic childhood into juvie and then into the hands of a guy who thought that being responsible for a child meant isolating them together in a warehouse, slapping the kid around until he learned to fight back. And then abandoning the kid. On his birthday. WTF.

Anyway. Yes. So glad Yeong Sin, at least, won the adoptive family jackpot.

I found the back story of the parents’ generation fascinating because, I’m ashamed to say, I don’t know anything about Korean history. I’m going to start learning, though, partly because my son’s long term gf is South Korean and I’d like to know more about where she comes from.

Speaking of the gf, Healer is evidently one of her absolute favorite shows 😄 She also recommended a show called “City Hunters” to me, but I can’t find it available in my region anywhere. I’ll keep looking though.

#healer #healer drama #kdrama #Ji Chang Wook

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 2 years

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Hey, I was recently thinking about you and was about to go read through your works again until I saw that you were back again (don't worry, I still read some of my favorite works that you did because you are very talented)!!! And hey, I'm kind of interested in demon! Gregory 👀 So if it isn't much trouble, could I request headcanons for demons! Gregory, Cheslock, Edgar, and Joanne with a human s/o? I would love to know your headcanons for them! 💖

omggggg you’re too kind!! I’m so glad you enjoy my content and that you even have favorites! I love seeing which of my things are people’s favorites, maybe when I open the askbox back up you can tell me which are yours~ :D

BUT YESSSS HECK YES DEMON AUS FOR EVERYONE!!! *throws demon AUs at characters like Oprah giving out books* YOU get a demon AU! YOU get a demon AU!!

I love these boys so much, let me know if you’d ever like more demon AU content, especially for the Weston boys~ <3

He’s even cockier than his human counterpart would be, in the sense that he knows he’s so much more powerful than his S/O. He’s superhumanly fast and strong, barely anything can hurt him and when it does he heals fast, he can transform… he thinks of himself as oh so much more impressive than (Name). The teasing is both merciless and endless.

… This does mean, however, that he is insanely protective of them. Humans are fragile as fuck, he’s not letting anyone lay a hand on them! This goes so far that he doesn’t even care if he has to out himself as a demon. If anyone tries to hurt his S/O, they are dead.

Demonic music for (Name)’s pleasure? Of course. This is his main ‘unique’ power, so he can tailor his music to produce any kind of effect on them that he likes, regardless of instrument. Gentle music to calm their anxiety, lullabies to help them drift to sleep, upbeat melodies to make them smile and dance… the possibilities are endless. He can, however, also use music to inflict pain and sow discord, so he does have to be careful he doesn’t let his own emotions seep into his playing. Not only that, he sings to them while they sleep. Since he doesn’t need to, he prefers to stay up and watch them; why not sing while he’s at it?

In addition to being protective, he’s also quite possessive. Demons are rather like that by nature, so it’s not any big surprise. He doesn’t want any other demons near his S/O, not only because they might ‘steal’ his beloved, but also because demons are vicious. A demon deciding their relationship is somehow wrong or just taking a dislike to (Name) means they would be in danger. Outside of a very few exceptions (like Edward and Joanne), Cheslock doesn’t trust any other demon to not hurt his S/O.

For a demon, sleeping is a hobby. Like most hobbies, human or demon in nature, there will be people who don’t like them and consider them a waste of time. That’s how most demons view the act of sleeping. They don’t need it, so why do it? Does Edgar care? … Well, er. No, not really. He sleeps quite often even as a demon, so it’s a guarantee that his poor S/O will have his head in their lap a lot. Given that they aren’t busy, of course. He’s just very content to curl up with them and nap.

Still spends a good deal of time reading romantic novels and poetry, especially reading aloud to (Name). He’s irrevocably fascinated with all the human writings which surround love; he tears through any of it that he can get his hands on as he tries to understand his own feelings and his relationship with his S/O. Introduce him to any pieces about demons and humans being in love, and it will quickly become his favorite.

He refuses to form a contract with (Name) for the simple reason that he doesn’t want to come anywhere near the idea of eating their soul. They’re his beloved, not dinner! And he absolutely doesn’t comprehend the idea of any demons who would be alright with forming a contract with their human S/O. He just doesn’t get it. If one loves another person so much, why would they willingly enter into an agreement that ends with them devouring and killing the one they love? He does try not to judge… it’s just… how…?

Although human food doesn’t necessarily appeal to him that much, he will gladly join (Name) for tea. If only for the actual tea, because it makes him feel rather refined to sit there sipping at it, especially in the company of someone he cares for. It’s one of the few things which actually makes him happy. In that one setting, he can sort of pretend that he and his S/O are this normal couple instead of a human and their pet demon. (He’ll surely fall asleep afterwards, though… don’t use chamomile to encourage his tiredness!!)

Beyond anything else, he often takes it upon himself to make sure that his S/O’s every need and want is met. If it’s impossible, so what? He’s a demon. He’ll make it happen. Even if it runs him a bit ragged, that’s fine, because someone like him recovers easily given his hellish stamina. He can take it, so he wants to make sure this person he loves with all of his little black heart is happy and alright.

Still ever the oddball, he likes to spend nights mixing up new concoctions for (Name) to try. Whether it’s because they have trouble sleeping or have chronic pain or anything in between, he’s got a drink that just might work. And if he doesn’t, well, he’ll just keep looking. Even if it doesn’t help whatever plagues them, at the very least it certainly tastes good going down. A cook he’s not, but he can make cocktails (alcoholic and non) well enough to put a bartender to shame. That he often taste-tests his own creations and (strangely enough given that demons have a crazy tolerance for alcohol and drugs) usually ends up tipsy is entirely beside the point.

He would honestly sit there kissing his S/O forever. Preferably with lots of cuddles, and with lots of hands running up and down each other’s bodies. It’s something which makes him feel lighter, feel almost human himself, and… even though he knows he shouldn’t want that, sometimes he aches for it. Do they look at him or think of him differently than they would another human? Even if that’s not a bad thing, it’s still different. He just wants them to accept him, to kiss them with equal passion as they would anyone else they could have chosen. He typically fails to realize that they’re already doing so.

Even though he doesn’t like bright lights, he can tolerate them if it’s for (Name)’s sake. A stroll in the gardens or the park during summer, it makes his eyes squint and is something he finds uncomfortable. As a demon he really shouldn’t be bothered by something so mundane, and yet… ah, well. At least, if they try to shield him or limit the time outside, he’ll be grateful even if he feels like he doesn’t deserve it. The reminder that they care about him just as much as he does them is… very welcome.

He’s an interesting case because he’s… rather a crybabyish demon. It’s as if he’s simply not good at being a demon. He’s not cruel, confident, or competitive in the slightest. Most often (Name) will be the one protecting him from hostile comments and trying to soothe his anxiety and things like that. It does make him feel a little insecure, given that he’s supposed to be a big, powerful demon and protect them, but… well, he’s never been taken care of like this before, so mostly he relaxes into it.

Much of his time is spent reading, particularly if his S/O has a big library. He just loves it so much, curling up on a window seat or bench with a good book and getting lost in it. He especially adores it when they join him and he can read aloud ― or, if they prefer, they can. The sound of his voice is like a drug when he reads, making (Name) feel like they’re in the world of whatever book he’s reading. However, he quite enjoys the opposite; their voice is calming to him, and listening to them read makes him feel so incredibly at peace. Bonus points if it’s raining and they both have a cup of tea nearby!

More fragile than other demons in general, he’s prone to getting ill frequently and running out of stamina quicker than some might. His S/O may tease him about being sickly, and he takes it in good humor because he knows it’s true. Not only that, he’s at least secure in that he’s stronger than them even if he happens to get fevers often. Thankfully, this also means they get to take care of him, which he’ll happily accept even though he’s shy about it. Of course, if he does need to use his strength to keep (Name) safe, even while he’s ill… he’s more than capable of doing so. Protecting them makes anything else inconsequential, even the state of his own body.

He’s probably the one out of his small circle of demon friends who is best at playing among high society. (Except for maybe Edward and Edgar.) If his S/O asks him to accompany them to a ball or something similar, he blends in very well. He drinks an appropriate amount, he says all the right things as he mingles, and he knows how to waltz like nobody’s business. It’s as if he belongs there, and he makes an incredible impression on anyone (Name) wanted him to.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #demon AU #Cheslock #Edgar #Gregory #Joanne #headcanons #romantic #domestic #fluff #hurt/comfort #whump #IT'S ONLY WHUMP IF YOU SQUINT AND LITERALLY ONLY THANKS TO POOR GREG AND JOANNE-#anyway I love them!!!#Gregory was the first one I gave a demon AU to but GOD do I crave this for the others too #THEY'RE ALL SUCH GOOD BOYS #one hell of a queue

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Risotto and Melone for the ask game?

Send me two characters and I will tell you what my ideal ship dynamic is for these characters!

I have given this some thought, and I concluded that it would be a great comfort ship, primarily on Risotto’s end, but the comfort would naturally extend back to Melone. To my mind, Risotto is a fairly calm and deeply caring person who has a lot on his mind and his shoulders, and while his team supports him a hundred percent, literally none of them have Melone’s relaxing and supportive presence. Prosciutto has his shit together, but he is not laid-back, and the others all have their different quirks that might get in the way of a serious yet productive discussion; Melone on the other hand does have a calming effect when he puts his mind to it, else high-strung Ghiaccio wouldn’t be able to tolerate him. Also, Melone has a perfect excuse to get close and personal with Risotto, because the anime hints at the idea that he is keeping records for La Squadra like a mafia accountant of sorts, meaning that whenever Risotto wants to file something, Melone is the man for the job.

I feel like they would start out talking exclusively about business, because Melone knows what tone to use depending on the situation. I see him as fairly playful, but he knows when to drop it; Formaggio might be inclined to carry the joke further where Melone would have stopped in time for his own good. And so at first he is professional and keeps things to the point, offering suggestions or advice where he feels competent, and Risotto would appreciate the fact that Melone can explain what he means and what he wants without pressure or raising his voice. He just feels like a very comfortable, very pleasant conversation partner, and sooner or later, Risotto would relax into asking Melone’s opinion on other things, or accommodating and humoring him when he introduces a change of topic. After all, Melone also has problems or needs that a team leader can assist with, and Risotto would probably be glad to return the favor by doing him acts of service.

From there, it’s only a matter of time before Risotto starts feeling safe around Melone and being able to tell him anything. They might live in a world with jagged edges, but whenever I think of any characters at length, I always keep in mind that humans will be humans, and they cannot survive without trust and camaraderie and some tenderness. No matter how many records Melone keeps and how many secrets both have, eventually they would relax and find that they enjoy spending time together just for the other’s company. Melone would find Risotto very interesting in every respect, and Risotto would find Melone curious and challenging in a familiar way. And hey, if they want to relax even more and have sex in Risotto’s cramped office on top of the hideout bills they still haven’t paid, I’m not going to fucking judge. Let’s be grateful Risotto even has an office and a chair big enough to fit all the junk in that trunk.

#jjba #risotto nero #melone #risomelo #squadrah ship dynamics #squadrah ships #squadrah original #hope you enjoy anon!!!

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in-my-feels-probably · 1 year

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Hey! Congrats!! Your writing is impeccable— you deserve it.

May I please have option one (romantically with Sirius black??

I am a 5’6, entj 3w4, cancer, slytherin with brown hair and green eyes. I’m very extroverted & adventurous but ironically I hate taking risks. I do extremely well in school and have a knack for science and math. I am enamored by astronomy and astrophysics. I like always being right LOL and school is a big priority in my life— Im also very ambitious and have very big dreams. At the same time though, I adore human interaction. I find beauty in places like airports and museums because I like to see how cute little humans intertwine their lives with one another. I am constantly striking up conversation with new people and I can talk to a wall if I wanted to because I am very chatty. I’m not necessarily uptight but I do color in the lines and follow rules with fail. I am very easily annoyed and very critical on myself but I try my hardest to treat everyone with compassion because I’m kind of a people pleaser and I like to see others happy. I consider myself a very thoughtful friend and I dedicate a lot of time to picking out the absolute best gifts for my friends (most inside joke based) and writing them paragraphs yearly so they know how much I appreciate them. I’m literally always smiling because of that— many people have told me my energy can light up a room. Of course I’m not always that manically happy all the time but I can’t even call it a fake smile because it comes about naturally. There are so many things that excite me. I tend to overthink but I try to be outwardly optimistic about everything. I am very outwardly confident as well— most of the time I know exactly what I want and what I need to do to get it. On the flip side, I’m also a huge klutz. I have been dancing for years now and I love it but unfortunately I still find myself frequently falling down stairs, dropping things, and tripping over my own feet. Although I have a great appreciation for the arts, I absolutely suck at anything relating to creating art. However, when I come across a poem or painting I will analyze it and it is very important to me to understand the meaning behind all types of art because I find it to deeply move me.

Thank you!

hi! thank you for participating :)

i think you and sirius would have a little bit of an academic rivals thing going on, a little enemies to lovers. you’d never truly be enemies, but he’d be a little wary of you at first because you’re in slytherin (i’m one too :) that’s cool). you’d probably be friends with regulus at first, but have a bunch of classes with sirius. he couldn’t help it, he’d be drawn to you. plus, i think remus would like you a lot, you’d click as friends pretty early on, and he’d convince sirius to get over himself and just talk to you. and sirius would be so glad he did, knowing he misjudged you. you’d make it really easy for sirius to talk to you. he’s a very educated and well cultured person, i do think he’d have an appreciation for certain types of art, and would actually enjoy talking about it with you. he’d love how passionate you were about it. there’d always be something to talk about, whether it be school or art or whatever little drama you witnessed that day while you were people watching. i think you’d both enjoy people watching together. for your first real date, he’d take you up to the astronomy tower so you could look at the stars. you’d point out all the little constellations and planets you could see, telling him about them all. he’d enjoy that you were a bubbly person. it would take a little bit of the pressure off him to carry conversations.

his friends would find it easy to talk to you as well, i think james and lily would also really like you. you’d sit with them at meals on certain days so you could spend time with them all. learning to accept the pranks sirius and his friends pull would just about give you a heart attack. you had to admit, they were funny, but you’d worry about them getting caught or punished. they somehow always got out of it with nothing worse than a detention. it annoyed you and lily to no end, but there was no debating that with the boys.

sirius would hate how critical of yourself you are. he’d see how kindly you treat others and how much of an effort you put in to make them feel good, and he wouldn’t understand why you can’t do that for yourself. he’d make it his mission to get you to be kinder to yourself, constantly reminding you of all the things he loves about you. he’d definitely make you a little more confident and comfortable in yourself. i think he’d leave you little notes in places, saying something sweet to make you smile throughout the day.

he would find you being clumsy absolutely adorable. he’d get very used to quickly grabbing your arm so you didn’t trip over, or holding your waist when you were walking. he’d always be watching, knowing when he’d have to catch you. he would try his best not to laugh at you when you did fall, but sometimes he wouldn’t be able to help it.

he’d hold out his hand, offering it to you to grab so he could help you up. “how is it that a girl with dancers feet could be so incredibly clumsy?”

“how is it that a boy so academically inclined is still behind me in the class rank?” you’d tease, brushing your clothes off as you stood.

“hey! i’ll have you know i could be top of the class if i wanted to. i could beat you, moony, and evans if i wanted to.”

you’d smirk at him. “is that so? put your money where your mouth is, black. i’ll believe it when i see it.”

he’d narrow his eyes at you, grinning. “do you want me to stop catching you? because if you’re going to be mean to me, i’ll gladly start letting you fall.”

“you’d never. you like me too much to let me fall.”

he’d sigh, securing his arm around your waist again. “yeah…unfortunately i do.”

#harry potter #marauders #marauders imagine #sirius black x reader #harry potter imagines #sirius black #sirius black imagine #the marauders #marauders x reader #sirius black x you #ships #600 followers celebration #600 followers #followers celebration

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quietgeorge5 · 2 years

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Depression and sales : r/sales Fundamentals Explained

Beyond the Variety Being successful in Purchases While Managing Depression The majority of people would explain me as typically charming, hilarious, and full of electricity. I'm not a lot of a person who talks regarding concerns that go beyond my prompt situation – so I'm going to talk regarding my struggles with my depression when addressing this question. My Lifestyle Altering Lifestyle After I Start Depression Depression is a lengthy and tough ordeal for me. For some factor I made an effort to stop it. No one would enable me to. I can easily create folks ecstatic regarding suggestions and strongly believe in themselves. But in the end, it's simply how we create ourselves pleased by supporting ourselves, and the kind of kind of kind of beneficial change is always what it takes to make someone delighted.". As the brand-new section in the on-going conversation between self-help master Matt Ryan and the remainder of us, we've actually come to be comfortable to some of the most ridiculously bad points we've been taught concerning results since Bill Gates passed away. I can aid them find a better future. I will certainly take them to the upcoming amount and be glad that they are not overlooked, as considerably as he is. You were once an aspiring comic manual musician to view. But now, you have a project that you simply can easilyn't do. I have operated for some of the highest-profile and very most prosperous producers in the business and have had the opportunity to work with some of the biggest thoughts in witties. And because of that, you’d never ever know that I obtain occasionally depressed. What I'd point out is this: I obtained a lot of good dream. Occasionally, it can have been excellent points like I was married to a productive, prosperous married couple. In some cases, it would be bad information. But when you look at what I've accomplished since leaving my work, I'm appreciative for what I had. It happens every two years, although I don’t understand how to define it. It's like my grandma's home! It's so much much bigger or thus far away from the residence you get if you're in certainly there straight now. [laughter] And there's folks living in the residence. There's only therefore lots of people in [the house] all the time in the home. It's actually, truly, definitely ridiculous, and it's simply so tough. What I know for certain is, if you looked at me when it was listed below, you could view it in me, and I desire you didn’t. Now I wanna observe it in me. To say it was below is a lie, and I wish it didn't keep right here, or I would have it eliminated to create me claim it would be listed below…. And when you look at me now, that's therefore true… that's how beautiful and attractive I am today. I’d rather you not find me at all when I’m depressed. What I saw and watched was an act of natural human concern, complete of need, and the kind of kind of kind of passion that is always there certainly, a kind of unconditional passion, for nothing. But this is not what they were praying for.". He had been a participant of the Catholic-led United Church in Ireland for about six years before he began his job at the local area authorities.

In the sales field, preventing human call isn’t an possibility. Most shops, and also the majority of government ones, don't desire to offend anyone. This isn't a business. It's a matter of protection. Individuals mustn't go right into a retail store to walk the dog. That implies they should likewise not contact anything on the racks of various other establishments that may not also be on the list. Why? It's simply because they feel that the retail store is safer. I still need to have to help make a living, and experience my responsibilities, and spend my mortgage. It's like my amount of money is not in a banking company account (although, along with your funds now extra sleek, that's much easier). Now, for those outside the tech world, the option to this scenario could be to have a bit additional appreciation for what we phone "innovation": to create it easier in the name of "top quality and functionality," and at a price. Because of this obstacle, you might instantly visualize someone who never ever fulfills quota, mayn’t acquire out of bed, and never ever produces President Club (do they still have that?). This Piece Covers It Well has actually to be a realistic concern with a allocation system. For a practical question/concern to be true, it is challenging to claim that the individuals who function for you do not are entitled to to be at risk, not to know what their future holds in various other components of the institution. While handling with depression at work is part of lifestyle, I’ve dealt with to go on to come to be effective and reached numerous of the breakthroughs salespeople very most strive to for myself and my clients. I are going to take these very early steps to go on file and say along with assurance that in no means, shape or form, is my job career or my job occupation the method it is. But I understand there are actually individuals who make an effort to make use of me as a negotiating potato chip or just an additional "sell-out". I’ve finalized a $1M+ high-profile federal government arrangement. ‪#‎thelivesmatter ‪#‎HollywoodNews‡#‎Omgi‾‿ing it was to be done privately under the leadership of Director of General at the Department of Veterans Affairs Dr. Steve Levitan. It's one of the more astonishing instances of a VA bureaucrat taking conveniences of public support that will certainly most certainly be remembered for a lot of years to come. I’ve boosted near rates for proposals through over 3x in a 2-year time frame. ‪The development of the stock rate is driven through the rising expense of financial debt and through the proceeded challenge in sustaining higher job degrees and a climbing price of companies.". ‪ Depending on to the Committee's file, "A notable section of our organization produces revenues after tax obligation. That is not a big percentage of our income produced.

#clinical depression self treatment #how to fight depression and anxiety without medication #signs and symptoms of depression and anxiety #how to deal with depression in a relationship

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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The Brothers + Diavolo Making You Flustered

Request: Hi!hi! The aphrodisiac writing was absolutely *chefs kiss*. I have this habit of when I get embarrassed/flustered I immediately bury my face into the surface in front of me. Like if I’m sitting on the floor I’ll lean over and bury my face on the carpet, sitting at a table I’ll lean over and plant my face on the surface etc. How do you think the brothers (+diavolo if that’s okay) would react to seeing MC do that for the first time when they make them flustered? You’re so talented by the way! ily!

Word Count: 1K each

A/N: I hope you like this!! It was a bit difficult since i didn't want to make everything the same, but yeah!!

Lucifer:

His sleeves are rolled up, flour coating the tips of his fingers and dusting across his apron, and the smell of garlic and onion fills the room. It smells lovely, it smells like a home. You stand beside Lucifer, watching as the water boils, bubbles fizzling out and steam rising. A box of noodles is held in your hands, your eyes peering over to where the bread is held in his hands. Your tongue peeks between your lips- it’s a soft pink, tinged with blue from candy and for a moment, he forgets himself, wanting to taste the candy that rests on your tongue, wishing that he were your lips to feel the gentle caress of your tongue.

“Remind me what we’re making again?” You ask, sniffing at the pot, only to scrunch your nose at the scent. “And why it’s us making it?”

“A Devildom dish,” he responds, giving a side glance. “It’s similar enough to a human cousine, so you needn’t worry about it being anything unsavory.” He turns to you, his smile almost teasing. “And we’re making it because it’s our turn on cooking duty.”

“If you wanted to spend time with me, you could always ask.” While your words are true, he tries to hold his composure, not wanting to reveal that you had hit the nail on its head. “You don’t have to assign us both to cooking duty. It’s pretty sneaky for you, dear Lucifer.” Your hand pats at his back and he promptly turns away from you

Walking away from you, he starts the timer on the oven, the preheat button lights up as the oven begins to glow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I drew our names on a complete random.” He turns to you, his smile making you unable to see what he’s really thinking. “Do you not wish to spend time with me?” he asks cooly, walking towards you. Despite the flour on his hands that dusts over his face, and the apron wrapped around him, he still holds an aura of confidence and authority that makes you break away from his gaze first.

“You’re absolutely awful,” you mutter, giving him a grin to let him know that it was a playful insult.

“And yet, you’re still here,” he coos, his grin wicked and cool at the same time. “I must not be totally awful if you still wish to spend time with me.” You groan, shaking your head with a smile on your lips and he turns to hide his more giddy smile, smiling calmly when the oven beeps. The preheat session is done. He opens the oven, a wave of hot air making him knit his brows together for a moment. “There’s no need to be ashamed of being so fond of me. I am Pride, it’s only natural that you would gravitate towards me.” He grabs the rack of bread, carefully slipping it inside the oven and closing the door.

“Well you’re a lot more than Pride to me.” His eyes widen and he turns to you, his body facing towards the oven with his head half-turned. “You’re Lucifer. You’re someone close to me and well, I actually am glad that we got to spend time together. I would love to hear you admit that you simply wanted to spend time with me, but-” you shrug- “you’ve got that stubborn pride that I can’t help but adore.” You turn to him, a cheeky smile on your face that matches the light in your eyes.

It’s silent between the two of you. It’s comforting, one that is welcomed and isn’t making either of you awkward. He watches as you carefully stir the pot, your index skimming under the words of the cookbook. Your brows furrow as you carefully read over the direction, careful to not add the wrong ingredient or wrong measurement. You’re methodical, carefully going about everything, and in the kitchen with Lucifer, he can’t help but smile at you, his smile soft and eyes crinkled as he watches you carefully.

“I know I haven’t told you this enough- or perhaps before-” silverware clinks together as he reaches over from a baking brush, his eyes never leaving yours- “but I’m actually quite proud of you.” He tears his gaze away from you, his smile widening and his chest puffing. “You have this knack about you that makes it so easy for others to fall for you, that I have to admit that even I have fallen victim to you.” The baguettes are painted over with a mixture of garlic and spices, his words never stopping or falling to hesitation as he speaks. “You’re-” he sighs, not knowing how to put what he wants to say into words- “I’ve been Lucifer for such a long time, living and holding power, but I must say, when I’m around you, I feel more me than I ever had in my entire existence.” He turns his body to you, his hands open and knuckles brushing over your cheek, a thin line of white left against your face. “I’m glad that I’ve gotten to meet you.”

His eyes widen, his words finally registering to his ears. He looks up, eyes meeting the stone wall before he turns to you, his mouth agape and hands still holding a baguette, and the baking brush. The garlic and onion sizzle on the stove, the yellow glow of the kitchen and the buzzing sounds of the outside do everything to fill the room, not a single ounce of silence is graced to either of you.

“You can’t just say stuff like that!” You say in a hurried tone, your face hot enough that you can feel sweat start to bead. “It’s- It’s-” you can’t find the proper words, it isn’t embarrassing but it isn’t something that you hear everyday- “Ah!” You decided, burying your face further into the table, your hands cushioning the blow.

His hand claps over your back, slowly rubbing between your shoulder blades in an attempt to soothe you over. “I would have thought you would have enjoyed hearing the truth,” he teases lightly. “Was I wrong about that assumption?” he presses, his elbow nudging against your shoulder where you still lay with your head rested in your hands.

You peer upwards, your face slowly revealed to show a flushed color that makes his chest puff with pride, his smile . “You wanna know why I know that you wanted to spend time with me?” Lucifer raises his brows in confusion. “I hadn’t written down my name yet.” His smile twitches away for a moment. “You called it before I could even write my name down.” You smile at him, your smile gentle. “I still have the paper in my pocket. You really like me, huh Lucifer?”

Mammon:

Textbooks are left open, pencils and pens sprawled over the coffee table as you and Mammon rest on the couch. He talks vividly, and as he’s excited to tell you stories of his past, his mouth works faster, skipping over details and returning to them moments later. Your hands are wrapped tight around his bicep, your face hidden as you try to stifle your laughter. He can feel your hands tighten, the way that you cling to him and even try to push yourself closer to him. “So that was when I decided to just grab all the things I could carry and just book it!” Mammon exclaims, clapping his hands together and extending his right arm forward. “You should’ve seen how angry those witches were, but hell, they deserved it for thinking they could pull one over on me.” He turns to you, his grin wicked, slowly widening as he leans back cautiously to not let you move away from him. “Fuckers should’ve known to not touch my stuff.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head and leaning onto him. His smile twitches for a second, softening into a gentler smile, watching as you turn your face into his arm, trying to stifle your laughter. It’s loud, infectious and it’s something that reminds him of a spring day that he once spent in the Human Realm. He isn’t sure how to explain it- something about it that screams life and youth, something that sounds so unapologetically like you, that it makes him breathless. When you start to pull away, he lets his grin widen, eager to look at you again.

He’s so close to you, your hand within arm’s reach that if he really wanted to, he could just take it in his. His mouth goes dry, his tongue too invasive in his own mouth and he watches as you adjust your hair, his eyes fixated on how your hair slips through your fingers. There are words stuck in his throat, but no matter what he thinks of to say, he isn’t sure what he should say. He’s at a loss, wondering what would be the perfect way to bring back the mood, to continue the conversation without it being forced, but in all honesty, he’s fine, just sitting here with you. He’s more than fine with just staring at you.

“Hey, Mammon?” He jolts at his name being said, a shock running through his spine. He nods his head, swallowing what little saliva is in his mouth. “I really like hearing your stories, you know?” You smile softly at the book in your hands. He watches you with unblinking eyes, wondering what it is that you’re getting at. “I really just like listening to your voice. I know you were stuck with me at first-” internally he flinches, he doesn’t like to reminisce when you were first put under his charge- “but I’m glad that it was you.” He is left breathless, his muscles tense as you look at him, a smile stretching past your lips and gracing your lips. You look at him for a moment, your eyes darting to where his hand is clenched tightly and you nod to yourself, turning your attention back to the book.

You’re facing away from him, your fingertips tracing over the edge of a page as you try to focus on the words but he can tell from the pout on your lips that you aren’t registering anything from the book. What should he say? What can he say? He knows he has to say something. He knows that he should match your energy or at least attempt to but he can’t. There are so many things he wants to tell you, and they all seem so disorganized. You’re pretty. You’re nice to him and you always let him sneak into your bedroom late at night. You rely on him and as much as you need him, he needs you more. You have such a soft touch that it leaves him tingling all over as if some ghost were the one responsible for it. He lets out a slow breath, his lips parted slightly as he breathes out. “You know,” he says quietly, his fingers twitching and moving to clutch at the end of your shirt, “you got a real nice laugh. It’s nice to spend time with you, ya know?” Once he’s started talking, he’s unable to quiet himself, unable to register the things that he’s saying to you. “I like hanging out with other demons and all, but there’s something about you that I like more. It’s like with you-” his hand waves in the air, eyes glancing around your room- “I get to just feel safe. I get to relax and know that I can count on you. And I want you to know that no matter what, I’ll always be on your side. Forever and ever.” Mammon turns his head, his smile stretched wide and hand going to cover yours. “You turned me into a sap, ya know?’”

The moment is tender as he smiles down at you, only to slowly realize the weight of his words as you stop in your movements, your fingers letting the page fall back to the others, words lost upon themselves as your shoulders rise. His eyes widen and his lips thin. Heat creeps upwards from his chest and scorches its way to mar his features, his face turning into a darker shade as he flushes. His mouth goes dry, unable to produce any type of saliva as he sits beside you. Slowly, his mouth parts, and he’s unable to find the words to deny what he just said, but before he can, you curl in on yourself, burying your way into your hands, your hands spread and fingers parting to cover as much of your face as it can.

“I-” he coughs loudly into the rook of his elbow. You can tell that he wants to resort to his usual denial of feelings but he stops himself before he can even reach the middle of his sentence. “Listen, just because you-” you can feel his eyes on you- “will ya look up at me? I’m not gonna tear your head off or anything, I just don’t want you getting a bigger head than you already have.” You slowly turn to him, watching as he tries to avoid your gaze. “Let’s just go get a bite to eat. We can’t study on empty stomachs or whatever.” He rises quickly, his hand held out to you as he keeps his attention out on the door. “Come on, I’ll pay for ya and everything.”

Your lips thin and you look at his hand. You inhale a sharp breath of air, slowly letting it go. His face is still flushed, a deep color that burns against his skin. “Like a date?” You ask, hoping to see more of his reactions. He stiffens at your question, his brows furrowing to meet each other. He stammers out a response, clearly flustered. You lay your hand on his and he immediately quiets down. You smile at yourself, your heart skipping a beat as you realize that it was you who brought him to such a state. Slowly, his hand curls with yours and he gives a brief nod of his head.

Leviathan:

Leviathan sits alone in his room, a blanket pooled around his lower half, his eyes have begun to burn, tinged with red from lack of sleep as bright colors flash across his pale face. An empty bowl save for kernels that rest at the bottom of the bowl, his fingertips tinged with red and he can feel his mouth heavy with acid and past snacks.

His hands tap against his controller, his fingers already reaching toward a button before he can even register what he should press. His mind is on autopilot, reaching and stiffening when an enemy nears and even so, his character is still killed. He lets out a frustrated groan, careful to throw his controller towards his pillows and not the walls- he can’t risk losing yet another controller; least of all having to patch a hole- or in his case, covering it with a poster. His hands are thrown into the air, fingers outstretched before they are curled into a fist. He arches his back forward, the heels of his hands cushioning his eyes. He tears up slightly, wincing at the sudden realization of burning pain that lingers in his eyes. Slowly, he pulls away just in time to hear his door creak open.

“Password,” he says with a lack of conviction, turning slightly to watch as you enter with a bag in your hand. He raises his brows, his arm stretching outward as he blindly searches for his controller. “What do you have there?” He jerks his chin, returning his attention to the game in front of him.

The light clicks on- something bright that fills the room in a soft blue that stretches around him. He winces at the sudden light, the controller dropped onto his lap as he rubs his eyes vigorously. If it weren’t obvious enough that he kept himself secluded in his room, it was obvious from the way that he rubbed at his eyes, and had to blink multiple times before he could finally look at you without shielding his eyes. You end him a wicked smile that slowly grows until you reveal your teeth, the bag in your hand held slightly tighter. In response, he sticks his tongue out at you, his cheeks tinted with a pale shade of pink.

“I’m surprised it’s taken you so long to defeat the boss,” you say, walking towards the bathtub where he sits. You sit in front of the porcelain, your gaze fixated on a television system that he has set up for a more immersive gameplay experience. When you are met with a lack of response, you turn your head to see him with narrowed eyes. “What? No witty remark?” Once more, you’re met with silence. “Levi?”

He sucks in a sharp breath. “I- Fuck, you know?” This time, he’s met with silence. “First, I can’t get the concert tickets, then I can’t even get the new figure and now, I can’t even defeat this stupid game.” His cheeks fill with air, and he slowly lets the breath go past his lips. “And the concert was going to have passes to meet them behind the stage and the figure was signed and-” his character dies once more and the controller is tossed pitifully onto the pillow. He leans over the tub, his arms crossed under his chin, and his eyes on you. “My luck isn’t usually so bad, you know?”

You pat the floor beside you, your hand meeting the cold tile. “Come on, sit beside me,” you comment, shuffling over a few inches to give him even more space. With a huff, he rises out of the tub, small bits of crumbs falling onto the porcelain. He sits beside you, his arm brushing against yours but neither of you make an effort to move.

“I’m sitting, now what?” He asks, the television blurry as it replays his death with the words “Game Over” in bold letters.

“Well, Levi-” you hand him the bag, with fingers pinched over the handles- “since you’re having such rotten luck, why don’t you open the bag?”

He gives you a narrowed stare, slowly retrieving the bag from you and pulling out the pastel colored tissue paper. At the bottom of the bag sits a box, the words of a favorite anime of his stamped beside with the usual font. His heart skips a beat, as he slowly clasps his hand around the box, his fingers pushing against the plastic and he gaps, reality crashing onto him like a wave.

“It’s-” he doesn’t even finish saying the sentence, your nod is an answer to everything. “The figure that I wanted- I- How?” He asks, looking at the box, so worried that if he were to take his eyes away, the box would vanish.

“Ah, ah-” you wag your finger in the air- “that is a story for another time, my dear Leviathan.” You sound so smug and a smile is already evident in your words.

He bounces in his seat, his legs shaking rapidly, knees softly knocking against each other as he lets his excitement show. His hands flap eagerly, his smile wide and eyes closed. A sharp breath is sucked between his teeth, as he stares at you with bright eyes. You’re startled, your shoulders raising a few centimeters into the air with wide eyes as you stare at him. A nervous smile stretches across your face with him so close to you and looking at you with such eager eyes. If you were to be honest with yourself, you’re a bit flustered with how he looks at you. Your heart races and it beats against your chest, rattling at your ribs and echoing against your body. You nod rapidly, gulping what little moisture you have in your mouth when he grabs your hands tightly in him.

He shouts your name, enthusiasm laced into his word, his hands pulling yours close to his chest. “Ah! You’re the absolute best!” His smile is so wide that it’s almost comical, leaving you smiling both in response to and because of him. “I’m so glad that you’re here! Of course, you’d be my Henry!” He drops your hands and pulls you in for a hug, squeezing tightly around you, his head nuzzled into the curve of your neck. “I don’t know what I would do without you, but I’m just glad that you’re the one that’s with me!” He pulls away, his hands now holding onto your biceps. Deep breaths exhale through him, his chest rising and dipping rhythmically. He calls your name and it’s sweet like honey on his tongue. “You really are the best. I mean,” his tone becomes softer, his smile less eager and more true, “you do so much for me. I couldn't ever imagine my life without you. You mean so much to me.”

“Levi,” you mumble, and when his hands fall from you and return to hold the box, you pull the bag towards your face, hiding away from him. Your neck grows hot, scorching your skin and making you breathless. “I’m glad that you like it,” you manage to squeak out, the bag further pressed towards you.

A few seconds pass until he finally realizes why you’ve pulled the bag to your face. Leviathan stiffens, clearing his throat and turning away, his hand covering his lower half of the face. The figurine sits beside him with a delicate smile plastered on their face. With the air so light and heavy, he reached into the tub, eager to pull out the controller. With a meek cough, he fumbles with the controller, passing it over to you, with his eyes still glued on the figurine. “Would you like a turn? Maybe you’re better than me.” He can feel his chest tighten when his fingertips brush against yours and the hundredth time, the game tune plays in the room.

Satan:

Satan’s eyes narrow unconsciously as he reads over the same page for the tenth time. No matter what, he is unable to focus on the words, the letters and lines meshing into one that nothing fully registers past the first word of the page. If he were to be honest with himself, nothing has registered since the last few pages that he’s read. With a huff, he closes the book, a small gust of air blowing at the hair that rests over his forehead. The book rests on the table beside him, nudging against the lamp that makes the room flicker for a brief moment.

The room is filled with sound, the hum of the air conditioner unit, the distant sounds of footsteps and talk across the house, the demonic animals that roam around outside. He’s sure that if he were to focus, he’d even hear the scratching of a pen. Scratch that- he can now that he thought about it. All the sounds make his skin crawl, uncomfortable and itchy and as he drags his nails across his arm, he’s only offered a second of relief before the feeling returns. He leans against the chair, his neck arched over the back of it, as he lets his eyes flutter to a close, the bright light of the library barely shining through his closed eyelids. It’s not like to be so distracted- especially when it comes to a favorite pastime of his. And yet, his mind is distracted, wandering to images of you where you were talking to others that weren’t him. He isn’t the jealous type- at least, not when he compares himself to his brother, but it seems that you brought out something different for him.

His leg twitches and there’s a burning sensation on his arm that he chooses to ignore. It only intensifies when he hears footsteps approaching. The sensation spreads and becomes sharper, insatiable as it burrows itself in the demon. There is a presence standing beside him and he already knows that it’s you. He can tell by the steps, by the breathing, by your scent. He frowns at the thought. He doesn’t know if it’s romantic or not to know such small details about you.

Something clicks- your knee, perhaps- and your hand rests above his slender one, cupping and still, there are gaps where his skin is unfortunate enough to not to be touched by you. “Satan?” You call out to him in a quiet voice- not quite a whisper but not your usual volume either. “Are you asleep?”

“Is it you wondering or someone else?” He responds, slowly opening his eyes and turning his head, meeting the top of yours. “Is there something that you need?” He makes no effort to move, stuck in his position as he is content just sitting on a chair with your hand over his.

“It’s me,” you answer him, turning your head to meet his eyes. His lips slowly turn into a smile with his eyes slowly growing heavy. “You don’t normally sleep in the library without cause. You okay?” Your hand slips from his and his eyes widen his hand closing into a fist, already missing your touch. But, he is soon reconnected with your hand as it rests on his forehead. You soon look down at him with pursed lips. “I- uh, I can’t tell if you have a fever or not.”

He smiles at you and sits up straight, holding in a moan when his back is already sore, feeling the muscles whine as they had already grown taut. “No- No I just, I have quite a few things on my mind, is all.” He gingerly goes to grab your hand in his, uncaring that your eyes are on him and that the door is open for anyone to walk in and see Wrath so tender. “I’m sorry that I worried you.”

Your hand in his is turned, pulled slightly away but not enough to be taken away from his grasp. You walk from the side of the chair to stand in front of him, and when you meet his eyes, you nod down, gesturing to his lap. He smiles softly, nodding his head and leaning back, humming under his breath when you situate yourself on his lap, your head resting on his shoulder.

“You’re oddly touchy today,” he comments, his hand curved on your lap as the one he held is moved to behind his neck, your fingertips barely touching his collarbone. “Did I do something to deserve this?”

You give a half-hearted hum, and in the corner of his eye, he can tell that you have closed your eyes. “Think of it as a way to make you feel better.” You give him a play tap and he nods, his eyes staring straight ahead, lost against the colorful spines of the books. “So what does have you so worked up?”

Is now his chance? Is he now able to tell you the full extent of his feelings? He has you sitting on his lap, comforting him in a way that few people would ever dare to. There's feelings there, bubbling and forming on both ends and he knows that it’s both ends. It’s you that is on his mind. Filtering in when you shouldn’t, invading every space of his that he has until he’s completely overwhelmed. It’s a strong feeling, something that rivals his own wrath and for the first time, he welcomes it- he doesn’t put up a fight against it. He wants to feel whatever it is that you make him feel. He wants the intensity of it until he’s exhausted, until the wrath that has been boiling inside of him ever since he can remember, can finally evaporate, can finally be extinguished.

You call his name once more and he looks at you, his smile tight and eyes closed for a moment. “How do I tell you that I care for you in a way that says exactly what I’m trying to say without scaring you off?” His eyes close and his hand turns over on your thigh, palm open and empty. “How do I tell you that you’re the thing on my mind? That it’s you that is reducing me into a mess at the simple thought of you.” He turns his head enough, shrugging his shoulder to make sure that you’re looking back at him, your chest still and the hand that you had relaxed, is slowly crawling over to his open one. “The thought of you warps into this- this jealous demon that isn’t exactly something I’m fond of. I you to myself and yet, that I want you to myself and that the thought of you with anyone else, makes me more of wrath than I have ever been.” Your hand closes above his and he nods slowly, clasping his hand over yours. “It’s you, and it’ll always be you.”

With a jolt, his words finally register to him. He turns to face you, but you’re buried into his shoulder, your hand holding tightly onto his, as if he were your lifeline and the one over his shoulder is grasping at his sweater, bunching the knit fabric into a mess. Your heart beats over the sound of the room, the hum of the electricity erased, the steps and chatter muffled under you. He smiles softly, a slow chuckle taking over, until he’s laughing widely, his chest shaking and vibrating under you with every laugh. You moan his name and he can only say the first letters of an apology before his laughter takes over.

“Really, really- I’m not laughing at you,” he says through an attempt at laughter. “I just forgot how different you are. How you always seem to change depending on your mood.” He feels a harsh pat against him, your head shaking as you press further into him. “Please, never change,” he says with a laugh at the end, his head turning, his lips meeting against the side of yours in a quick press.

Asmodeus:

He’s flawless. He has to be. Or, maybe he’s just naturally like that. You are not the best when it comes to reading Asmodeus- too enthralled by him that you can’t seemingly tell when he’s told a joke or not that pertains to his beauty. Very little of it matters to you- you may appreciate that he is quite gorgeous, but you’ve also gotten to know the demon that embodies Lust.

Perhaps it’s because he knows who he is, that he is Lust, that he has to appear the best at all times. He can never make a mistake or it’ll be all that’s talked about- he knows as well as anyone else how easily a reputation can be damaged. However, when he looks at you, he doesn’t have to worry about that. He still wants to look his best for you, but he knows that if he were to slip, you wouldn’t see him any differently than how others see him.

You sleep beside him, nestled under his covers, the blanket pulled a little bit past your lips. Your hair is askew, small strands that stick up or curl around your face. Slowly, he takes a slender finger and softens the hair back to you, smiling when you try to lean into his touch. Your eyes flutter open, and you turn before he can see you, yawning and stretching your arms upwards, the cover crumpling above you. You lie still for a few more seconds and he sits upwards, daring to peek at your face. As if already knowing that he was going to watch you, you run a hand through your hair in an attempt to make yourself look more refined, to fix your appearance before him. You rub your eyes with a knuckle, turning to him and opening your mouth only to have a yawn cut through.

“Did you have a good nap?” Asmodeus asks, watching as you stretch your limbs, your muscles pulled taut as you let out a whine of satisfaction. You nod in response to him. “I’m glad. You know, I do have to tell you that you were right. I try not to ruin my sleep schedule but that nap felt simply divine. I think I feel more rested than I usually do.”

You smile at him, turning over to rest your head on his chest. His hand immediately comes to curve over the back of your head. “I like sleeping with you. You have such a soft bed and you always give such nice hugs.” He laughs in response, his hand lowering to hold near your shoulder. “It’s true. Devildom is still-” you take a brief pause- “different. And somehow, when I’m with you, all my worries are just-” you blow out a gentle puff of air- “gone.”

“I’m here for whenever you need me. All you have to do is just call,” he comments, his hand running past the sleeve of your shirt, his index and middle fingers touching against your warm skin. “I think it’s almost time for dinner. Would you like to accompany me? I’d be more than happy to take you to that little restaurant we found the other day.”

The edge of your sleeve is toyed with, pinched between the fingers and released. His hand returns to where it lay only to be disturbed when you rise, causing his hand to rest beside him. You give him a blinding smile that makes his heart flutter as he looks at you. “I’d be more than happy to, but I would like to get ready before we go out.” He raises a brow at you, tilting his head to encourage you to continue. “I want to look my best for you.” You lean forward and he smiles, fully ready for a kiss, only to have you pull away and kiss his shoulder. He frowns, his lips pushing towards a pout as he looks at you.

“Not even a kiss?” He asks, a tease of playfulness loosely attached to his words. “I have to say that I’m hurt.” He watches as you move, curling your legs underneath you as you watch him with a hint of smile on your face. “After all that I do for you, and yet, you have the gall to deny me a simple kiss?” he lets out a huff, not trying to hide the smile that graces his features and you. “You should be ashamed of yourself. There are demons who would kiss my steps to even look at me.”

“Asmo,” you call to him and he quiets, looking at you with expectant eyes. Despite him being the demon who can be considered one of the strongest- and is- you’re still the one who holds all the power in the relationship. He nods, encouraging you to continue. “Why do you want to go out with me?”

He can’t help the smile that forms, that twists the already playful one into something more bitter. It’s a question that he asked himself the first time he realized his feelings towards you. He could have it all and you’re just a human with minimal magical abilities. He’s met countless lifeforms who were and are beautiful, their beauty forever imprinted and never seeming to age. But, he still chooses you. And he’s content with that. He’s more than happy that he’s with you.

His thumb traces over your bottom lip, his eyes focused on your cupid’s bow. “You know, there are times when I look at you and I wonder if you see yourself the way that I see you.” He knows what to say, it all comes so natural to him when he compliments you. “Your scars and blemishes, the stretch marks around your tummy and how they pale and wrap around you. The little moles that you have are kissed along your sides and cheeks.” His thumb moves down and now his hand holds yours. “I have to be perfect- I have to be loved and admired, but then I see you and I think to myself how as long as I’m loved by you, that’s enough. You really have changed me in a way I never saw myself. Beauty means everything to me- or at least it did. But now I have you, and I have to admit, that I prefer you over anything else in the world.” He leans forward and lets his lips press against the corners of yours. “I want to go out with you, because to me, you’re the best that there will ever be.”

It all happens in a flash, seeing your face darken, feeling the hand slowly shake and then your face is hidden by the covers. He can hear you whine his name, and when his hand touches between your shoulder blades, his nimble fingers reaching above the collar of your shirt and touching your neck, he can feel how hot it is. He laughs as his arms reach around you and pull you close to him, giggling and accepting your odd human behavior.

Beelzebub:

Detention is quiet, save for the ticking of the clock, but other than that it’s silent. The room is occupied by a total of three people- you, Beelzebub, and the unfortunate professor that is stuck to watch over the two of you who scrolls through their D.D.D. while music plays loudly every now and then. You suspect they are on an app similar to one from the Human Realm, complete with word play and aesthetic from Devildom.

You turn over to Beelzebub, quirking your brows when you see him scribbling over a paper with a pen. You peer over, sitting straighter to get a closer look only to find him mindlessly doodling, similar drawings cover the paper in blue ink. As if feeling your stare, he turns to you with slightly wide eyes before relaxing them, sending you a smile and raising his paper, to show you his work. You return the smile, pleased at his cute antics and his boyish smile. You send him a thumbs up, before the professor coughs, catching the attention from the two of you.

They stand up, their tail curling around their leg and with a yawn, they expose their teeth. Their phone is stuffed into their pocket as they slowly walk to the front of the desk. “I’ll be back. I expect the two of you to still be here. You both have an hour left.” With that, they walk to the door, the heels of their shoes clicking, the door creaking before it finally closes leaving you and Beelzebub alone in a room.

Immediately, you turn to Beelzebub, your chair squeaking as you shift it hastily. “Beel,” you say excitedly, patting your hands on your thighs. He answers with a hum, tilting his head to the side to show that he is listening to you. “You have power over the professors, don't you?” You see the corner of his lip twitch upwards. “I mean you're the Avatar of Gluttony, can’t you just get us both out of here?”

The pen is set down and he leans back on his chair, his legs sliding underneath the desk until they are stretched to their full length. He turns to you, his smile lazy and eyes half-lidded. “I don’t feel like getting in trouble anymore than I already have.” His smile is crooked, teeth barely glimpsing from behind his lips.

“But we’re already in trouble,” you try to argue, pushing forward. “Please?” You lean forward, holding onto his bicep, with a pout on your lips. “If I use the pact powers, I’ll probably be the only one in trouble.”

He snickers, crossing his arms and lowering his head to side his smile. “We have an hour.” He looks up at you, a hand coming to cover yours. “Just sit and wait, okay? I’ll treat you out later.” You stick your tongue out at him and he laughs, pulling away from your touch and turning his own chair to face you, his hand resting over the desk, pulling on the tip of the pen until it is pulled underneath his hand. “What makes you want to go home so early anyways?”

“Why don’t you wanna go home?” You shoot back, your arm bent above the desk, with your chin resting on the palm of your hand. He shrugs in response, his attention back to the paper as he starts to bounce the pen between his index finger and thumb. “What are you drawing, anyways?” it doesn’t go unnoticed that he stiffens at your question, his lips pulling into a thin line as his leg starts to bounce. “It’s the same image, right? Like the same character that you’re drawing?” You lean closer, watching as he bounces the pen faster in his hand.

“It’s- It’s for art class,” he responds, clearing his throat. His hands grab at the paper and for a moment you think he’s about to crumble the paper, but instead he slips it between a notebook, careful to not let an edge slip out before it’s stuffed into his bag. “We have to draw-” he hesitates, squirming under your attention- “a thing.”

“I thought sports took care of your electives?” He sucks in a breath through his teeth, turning his attention to the board smeared with chalky remains. “Oh? Are you lying to me?” Your hand flutters to your heart, your voice faux hurt as your slump over in your seat. “Beelzebub, I’m actually hurt. Here I thought we were close and yet-”

“I’m drawing you,” he says, effectively making you stop in your theatrics. You turn to him, your mouth parted. “I wanted to draw you and give it to you as a gift but I can’t get your smile right.”

“Well that didn’t take much probing,” you mutter, scooting your chair closer to him, the toe of your shoe nudging against his backpack.

“I don’t like lying to you,” he states, his body becoming still and eyes returning to where you sit so close to him. Close enough where he can smell your cream. “I just didn’t want you to find out.”

There’s silence between the both of you, your lips pursed as you nod. “My smile?” He nods. “It should be simple, shouldn’t it?” Just a curve and some smaller curves for the lips and boom, you’re done.” You grab his backpack, holding it in your hands, the opening pointed towards him.

“No,” he says with a frown, pulling the same notebook out and slipping out the paper. Upon closer inspection, the images of what appears to be you are roughly scribbled. They aren’t the best but the thought of him drawing something for you and being nervous about you finding out makes the drawing much sweeter. “You have a nice smile. It’s like- like,” you look up at him to see his brows furrowed. “I don’t know how to explain it. Your smile is nice. It’s a lot more than nice. When you smile at me, it’s just nice. I like seeing you happy. You smiling at me makes me feel special and I don’t want to half-ass some drawing of you. I want to make it special because you’re special to me. Your smile makes me feel warm, like I’m being hugged and everytime you smile, it always reaches your eyes and when your eyes crinkle, it’s like you’re just looking at me and that makes me feel so-” he takes a deep sigh and releases it slowly- “so safe.” His words come to a soft close, his face a warm shade of red. He lets out a nervous chuckle. “That sounds dumb, doesn’t it?” When he looks at you, you’ve curled into a ball in your seat, your face buried into his backpack. He calls your name frantically, his hands on your shoulders, only to pull away when you let out a high-pitched whine. “Did I offend you?” His name is muffled between the fabric. “Yeah?”

“You’re really sweet,” you moan pitifully, clutching the bag tighter, hoping that it effectively hides your burning face. “I think I’ll actually die from what you just said.” Your heart beats in your chest, the sweet confession echoing in your ears and when you smile, you can only hide it, not wanting him to see the wide grin that is now plastered across your face. “I’ll take any drawing that you give me.” You hold your hand out, ready to receive the unfinished work, not yet lifting your head.

His hand covers your outstretched one. “Maybe if I can see your smile right now, I’d be able to get it right,” he teases slightly. Your only response is shaking your head, giggling through the fabric as you feebly try to shake his hand away. He laughs widely, holding your hand tighter as he urges for you to look upward at him.

Belphegor:

The room is quiet, no footsteps that echo from above, no noise that travels from the stairs into the room that was once Belphegor’s prison. Beside him, you lay curled on your side, resting against him, your hand playing with a drawstring of his hoodie, playing with the frayed ends at your fingertips.

“I thought being around you would make me sleepy,” you murmur, an ill-placed yawn ruining the validity of your statement.

Even where he lays, he knows that you’re pouting, with your brows knitted together. “It seems that I am already making you quite tired. You only lasted how long?” He’d make a show of checking his nonexistent watch, but he rather not, already too comfortable in his current position to risk moving. You blow a raspberry in response and he lets out a giggle, his hand that is placed underneath you is bent to hold a strand of your hair in between his fingers. “Come on, be nice now. I can also make you unbelievably tired but unable to sleep.”

“You’re so cruel Belphegor,” you say in a whisper, your hand finally still from playing with his drawstring. “You’d take away my sleep for a simple noise? How juvenile,” you tease, nuzzling further into his side, humming when his fingers part through your hair and scratch lightly at your scalp. “Here I am, whisked away from my homework to come and nap beside you. And what do I get in return? Teasing.” The last word slowly drifted off into a simple breath of air that was tickled against his side.

It really hadn’t taken you so long to fall under his own sleeping spell. A part of him is a bit bitter, wanting to spend more time with you where the both of you were conscious and could actually talk, while the other part of him, is simply glad that you’re resting beside him, that you’ve taken time out of your day to lay next to him.

“It’s not like you don’t deserve it,” he says through a smile, twisting your hair around his index. “I mean, out of all the reactions I can get, yours is possibly the best of them.”

“Thank you,” you say, sounding a bit more like a question. “You know, I’m glad that you invited me up here. I haven't been getting the best sleep as of late.”

“You can always come to me,” he’s quick to say, eager so evident in his voice that he’s drowning in it. He wants to be near you, he wants to be with you.

“I don't want to bother you,” you confess with a faint voice.

“You could never bother me.” It’s the truth. He’d crawl to you if it meant even a fraction of your attention would be given to him. He’d do what he could just to hear your voice. You’d never be a bother to him. You’d be his saving grace. It’s silent for a moment, one where he can hear the house come alive under him and feel your breath with even more vigor than before, feeling each and every pause, every gust of air a kiss against his skin that makes him yearn for more. He calls your name, and it’s thick on his tongue- foreign and light, and yet it sounds like he’s said it countless times before, as if he knew the name by heart. You hum in response and he takes a deep breath.

His finger twirls around a small piece of your hair, letting the hair curl around his finger before he releases it, only to do the same thing once more. “I’m always surprised that you let me get so close,” he says in a quiet voice, careful to not ruin the moment but a part of him knows that it might have been ruined already when it alludes to him. He can feel your eyes on him, watching him carefully as your lips part. “I know that I’m not exactly a knight in shining armor or anything and uh-” he lets the strad of your hair go, watching it bounce in freedom- “I just want you to know that I appreciate that you even let me touch you. I really like you, you know? I think you’re a much better person than I’ll ever be.” His lips stretch into a bittersweet smile that soon falls into a frown, twisting his features into something more somber. You say his name and it makes his breath hitch, a hiccup in his throat as his name fills the momentary silence. “I mean it. I think that’s why I- why you mean so much to me. I could never be like you. I can only admire you from afar and want you for myself.” He lets out a breathless puff of air that has humor etched into it. “I just wanted you to know that you mean a lot more to me than I’ll ever be able to put into words.”

With every continuation of his words, you felt your body respond to him. Your stomach twists with butterflies causing a storm inside of you, your chest tight and the sweet relief of air has escaped your lungs, and you’re hot, heat flush against your face and creeping from your chest and upward. You wonder if he could hear every change in your breathing, in your heart that beats, in just you.

He looks at you through half closed eyes and for once, you don’t think that it’s sleep that’s causing his soft smile and tender eyes. You stiffen, your muscles going rigid under his stare. The pillow is cool under your face as you stay hidden from him, gripping at the edges and turning away from his gaze, unable to keep as tight face as a smile creeps across your face.

He laughs as you lower your head, hiding your face from his after the tender words that were shared. “Come on, was it that easy to make you flustered?” He teases, the bed dipping as he moves. His hand tugs on the pillow that is held tightly in your grasp. “Oh come on, just look up,” he whines, weakly tugging at the pillow. “Seriously, you’re so dramatic and for no reason. It shouldn’t be news to you that I like you.” His smile is clear in his voice, light and full of kittenish behavior. “If you don’t pay attention to me, I’m going to continue, you know.” His grin widens when you finally peek at him, and he can’t help but laugh.

Diavolo:

There is chatter in the room, accompanied by the heels of shoes that click against the tiled floor. The room is lit in an orange glow that makes the atmosphere of the room seem almost dream-like. You tug wine glass, pulling it closer to you, careful to not let a drop spill over and stain the pristine white tablecloth. You glance around the room, watching people chat amongst themselves, their own eyes glued to their partners.

You look at the prince before you who takes a sip from his glass, his tongue peeking to wipe at the taste on his lips. “Diavolo?” The glass is set down and he looks at you with slightly widened eyes. “When I said I wanted to go out for dinner, I was fine with just some Akudonalds or ya know-” you glance once more around the room, your gaze focused on the silverware set carefully in front of you- “anything.

“This is anything,” he says, his smile cool and hands resting above the table. “We hardly go out and when we do, the others tend to accompany us. While I enjoy their company, I’d also like to just enjoy yours. So I thought, since this is a rare occasion, we’d make the best of it.” He leans close to you, and you know that there is no malice or hidden intention with him. He is honest, able to tell you what he wants without finding it necessary to hide himself. “If you are uncomfortable with such a restaurant, we can always go somewhere else, next time.”

“It’s not that, it’s just-” you clear your throat, leaning against the table, lowering your voice- “I’ve never been to such a high-end place. I don’t want you to overspend because of me. I’m fine just going somewhere low-key.”

He laughs, shaking his head and his fingers drum against the table. I’m a prince. There’s no such thing as overspending and even if there were, I don’t mind it if it’s you that I’m doting on.” You nod slowly, your fingers running at the edge of the fork handle. “Really, there is no need to worry. I’m just happy that you agreed to join me on this outing.”

You do your best to not shake your legs, mindful of the wine beside you. “‘M glad I was able to join you as well. I- I like spending time with you.” You smile sweetly at him, a hint of nerves tracing against your smile. “I just have to admit that I was taken aback when you invited me out. I know you mentioned how it’s always us with the others, but I don’t know-” you fingers find themselves tracing around the base of the glass- “I guess I always figured you liked me because I was able to get you out of work since you know, I am part of your work. I never would have assumed that you actually wanted to spend time with me.”

For a moment, it’s silent, a brief moment that couldn't even be considered silent, just a short pause but it's enough for him. “May I admit something to you?” Diavolo asks, his hands fiddling with the napkin beside himself. You nod, leaning forward, urging him to continue. “I was always fascinated with humans. I loved humans- they were these beings who had free will and they all lived different lives but in the end they shared the same fate.” He chuckles softly and his hand goes to the stem of the wine glass. “It’s the same for demons, of course. Any life can be taken and for the most part, they have free will, but I think I love humans. Or at least I thought I did.” He looks up at you, his smile faltering for a moment as he struggles to keep it up. “But I think rather than love, I hold admiration for their humanity. For their tenacity, and kindness; their love and warmth that they have with each other. And when I look at you-” his hand leaves the glass and is left open towards you- “I’m reminded of how beautiful humans can be.” His smile turns bitter for a moment, falling and he makes no attempt to keep up the facade. “I’m reminded just how fragile they are. I need you to know that I admire humanity, but I think I love you. I love how you do your best to help those around you, how you adapt to your environment, and just how easily you can make others fall for you.” He lets out a short laugh through his nose. “If I have to be honest, I think I’m also jealous of you. I wish I were the only one who could have the opportunity to fall for you.” His hand is still held out towards you, vacant without yours.

Throughout his monologue your body has been on fire, pooling in your stomach and against your back. You stare at his empty hand, trying to will yourself to hold it but the most that you can do is lay your head on the table, silverware clicking together and a dull thud heard. You want to let out a whine but you’re sure you’ve already called attention to yourself and- oh dear. What will people think of when they see Lord Diavolo with a human who has planted their face against a table. Your thoughts race, clouding your mind as the silence in the room is deafening, echoing in your ears as you rest with your face down.

“Is this a human custom?” Diavolo asks, his voice full of genuine wonderment. “Should I also be doing it?”

“Dia,” you mumble, your body slowly squeezing against itself in order to make yourself smaller. “You can’t confess so nonchalant,” you say in a hushed whisper, wanting to let out any type of noise that is slowly building up inside of you. “It’s- It’s too much for me,” you whine, slowly raising your head to peer at him.

“Well, I am a prince- a demon one at that. I suppose you can say that there are different customs for us as well.” His smile is jovial, and he reaches across the table, his hand open and this time you take it. Unable to look him in the eye, you resort to watching as his hand slowly threads to intertwine himself with you. “I must say, if that’s the response I were to get, I might as well continue it. I rather liked whatever it was that you did.” He’s so honest, looking at you with a wide grin that shows his pointed teeth and you can’t help but bury your face once more, grinning when you hear him let out a small laugh, his hand closing around yours.

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kanmom51 · 2 years

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I’m a baby army, just some months into the fandom so far. I got introduced to their music through a co-worker, she was constantly playing their music at work and I got curios. when she was introducing each member everything was ok, but then it came this part of “there are some famous ships in the fandom too” ( I was familiar with the concept of shipping and I asked if it was a thing in army) the answer was that “it’s cannon in the fandom and everyone knows that V and Jungkook are together, there is so much prove about it but we protect them ” “yoonmin it’s canon too but we don’t know much about them” and to be honest I just thought to myself oh well, ok, because of course I was not familiar with anything at the time. I have to admit she never said anything negative about any of the guys while introducing them to me, but as I started watching original content like BTS run, Bon voyage, The Soop, Jikook caught my eye and I started to search more about them and I was like wait a minute. weren’t these two lovebirds supposed to be the cannon of another pair each? 🤔 ones I asked about it the answer was simple and plain “Yeah those 2 spend a lot of time together, Jimin is kinda of an attention sicker, if you look close Jungkook it’s so done with him 99% of the time” and I was shocked, didn’t we saw the same content or what? My point in here it’s that she wasn’t the only one, ones I got introduced to other army I could see a lot of them claiming Jimin being an attention sicker and even a seductor by nature that only those it for fun and manipulation to the younger member (don’t know if these people realize jk it’s 24, he might be the maknae but he’s not 11 and forcing him… that man has too much muscle and brains for me to believe it’s Jimin’s victim) Do you think that’s the reason a lot of “army” allow jikook to get so much hate? Regardless of their bias or if they are “Ot7” Has Army as a fandom normalized calling Jimin basically a man wh0r€ but with kinder and disguised words? I think it would be easier to admit that some are jealous he has a grate a$$, talent, money and apparently the most wanted boy in the music industry as a bf. Anyway I’m so happy I found your blog, it has become my safe place when it comes to jikook 💜

Hello hello anon.

Welcome to the fandom and to my blog. 💜

I am so glad to hear that you had the foresight to go and watch the original content and the intelligence, including emotional intelligence to see just how special JM and JK are to each other.

"I think it would be easier to admit that some are jealous he has a grate a$$, talent, money and apparently the most wanted boy in the music industry as a bf."

Yes, I do believe that part of it is the green eyed monster. But I think it's kind of a mixture of that with so much homophobia too. It's so much easier to call JM a whore, a seductor, someone that is throwing himself, forcing himself on JK, than resigning themselves to the idea that JK is queer and madly in love with this other gorgeous human being.

And funny how these people call themselves true fans all while being super ignorant about who these two young men are as human beings.

On the one hand JK is this helpless child in their eyes, being forced by Hybe and JM into whatever they think they are doing. But on the other hand they see, well want to see, JK as a confident sexy "international playboy", a womanizer, or 'fuckboy' as one of my anons called him (which kind of also contradicts him being forced into something with JM).

Painting JM as this seductive flirt, and JK as this helpless being. The muscle pig that JM goes all wobbly giddy shy around, yes he's being forced into this.

They ignore their personalities. They ignore what they both say. They ignore what they both do.

Did JM force JK to suck on his ear in front of thousands of fans, or to tattoo his name on his hand, or to say "love you" to him during the LV concert? Did JM force JK to carry him out of the stadium? Heck no, to all of the above.

They have been denying this relationship for years now, thing is it's getting harder and harder for them as time goes by, and the louder and louder these boys get.

#ask #anon

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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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Those Doll!anon fics were really amazing! I really wanna do something like it if you don’t mind. Could I maybe get a Yorkie!MC? Like, a really short, really friendly MC until they feel like they or one of the brothers/undateables are being threatened or insulted, then they try to pick a fight they’d obviously lose? I’m just laughing at the mental imagine of this short, unthreatening human yelling at and trying to square up against a demon lol.

Awww tysm!! 💙I missed writing for Obey Me (and we also hit 666 followers at this point 😈💜) and since this was so interesting I decided that I’m gonna do the Undateables first and then do the brothers cause I feel like I don’t show them enough love 😔 reader is gender neutral!

The Undateables with Yorkie!MC

Diavolo

He is LOVING your energy

Your happiness is so contagious, it just adds onto his already cheery demeanor. He honestly feels his cheeks hurting from smiling even more when you’re around (and he doesn’t even care!)

He’s gonna buy Lucifer so much Demonus as a thank you for picking you for the exchange program. Seriously, you’re PERFECT (for him)

As the President of Student Council and future King, he loves seeing you interact with the other students, and he’s glad that they’re reacting positive to you. At least some of them do

Now, no one is to foolish (or powerful) enough to threaten Diavolo or do anything to you that can bring you harm. They can try, but they won’t be getting the results that they hope for

But he can’t help it but find it amusing when you try to “defend his honor” when someone bad mouths him. He makes sure to not let it show (gotta be professional after all) but he does tease you about it later. You’re so small and seeing you just yelling square up to this demon is hilarious. He has no idea what geometry has to do with this, but he’s learned some new slang thanks to you!

He’s finally found someone who’ll go along with his antics and more. Whereas other people may complain about him wanting to do fun activities that seem basic, you just flash a big smile, grab his hand and tell him to lead the way

(You even made matching friendship bracelets and he refuses to take it off, ever)

You really make him happy MC. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever felt this lighthearted, and he doesn’t feel the sense of loneliness that he felt himself getting used too

Also Lucifer gets twice the headache now, but the Demonus helps it go away (temporarily)

Barbatos

Ah, so another Luke, except older and that you take your threats of violence very serious, if what he sees (both in the present and the future) holds true (which it does)

You’re still harmless in his eyes though

Your friendly personality makes it easy for you to be forgiven for a lot of things…even if your actions make him give you the side eye at times

Despite how energetic you are (which is something that he’ll never grow tired of) your presence has a relaxing effect on him. Even if he has to warn you sometimes to be careful with the way that you bounce around so much, especially when he’s in the kitchen

He unfortunately can’t be by your side as he is Lord Diavolo’s butler, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t keep watch on you, even without the use of his powers

With how outgoing you are, you’re bound to attract trouble, in which you do at a constant rate. What was comical however, is that it seemed like the trouble you attracted was on his behalf

“MC, what seems to be the issue here?”

“BARB! You won’t believe this! This jerk has the nerve to call you stuck up- well I can show you stuck up! After I stick my foot up your- Huh? Hey, why am I the one being dragged away?! W- count yourself lucky that Barb is saving you right now demon! But this isn’t over- MPH!”

“I hate to spoil you before our tea party, but you were already late and I have been meaning to have you try my new recipe that I’ve been working on…”

You were too busy trying to savor the delicious flavor to focus on what just happen, which was his plan all along. You get to try more of his delicious treats and he gets to enjoy your touch and company. Crisis averted!

He’s crafty enough to have plans to evade you “fighting” and you haven’t caught on yet (or maybe you did and just feign ignorance? Either way works for him)

It doesn’t bother him what people say about him, he doesn’t care in the slightest (and they’re not bold enough to say it to his face). What he cares about is making sure that you keep your carefree energy, and that he keeps to see you with your radiating smile on your face

Simeon

You remind him so much of Luke. Are you sure you’re not from the Celestial Realm too?

Don’t worry he’s only teasing you (kinda) but you do have just as much energy if not MORE than Luke

And you don’t mind helping him either, no matter how “silly” his requests may be

“You’re doing great Si! See, you didn’t even need my help!”

“MC, I couldn’t have gotten to this point without you. My pictures are still coming out a little blurry, but that could be because you wouldn’t stand still- but it does add special kind of charm to them…”

He’s keeping them btw

He was shook when he saw you go off the first time, like he really wasn’t expecting it (Solomon did try to warn him, he was laughing but he did try to warn him)

“Don’t think just because he’s an angel means I’m bout to act like one! I will end you!”

MC please don’t make this demon “catch these hands” violence isn’t necessary

He doesn’t know what that means but he’s scared that he’s gonna find out if he doesn’t hold you back

He has reprimanded you each time when you try to fight others. He knows that demons see him as weak and talk behind his back, but he chooses to ignore them, to turn the other cheek. But just because he does, doesn’t mean that you do, and he sees that now

Simeon really doesn’t want you to fight, and it’s not even because it’s against his nature (it’s part of the reason, just not the whole reason). Fighting leads to injury, and injury leads to distress, and that’s the last thing that he wants to happen to you. And he’s not going to let anything happen to you!

He truly believes it’s a waste of time and energy, and you could find better things to do. For example, by spending time with him!

Simeon may not be your guardian angel officially, but he’s your guardian angel. Always

Has definitely written a character based on you

Luke

Is immediately upset that you don’t stay in Purgatory Hall with him, and even more upset that you don’t live in the Celestial Realm

You’re like the best older sibling he’s never had! And you don’t treat him like a baby either!

Or he’s just admiring you too much to notice

You never hesitate to help him with anything; baking, homework, pretty much anything and everything. He may try to make it seem like you need his assistance, but we all know it’s the other way around (with the exception of Luke himself)

We all know that Luke gets teased by the brothers and even his roommates sometimes (looking at you Solomon), but it’s just harmless teasing (for the most part). It’s when he hears what the other students say about him that gets to him- he tries to show that it doesn’t bother him and he tries to stand up for himself but- their words really hurt him

And no one hurts Luke and gets away with it

You already get onto the brothers for their teasing when it starts to bother him, and now the brothers have to jump in to stop you from trying to rip this demon horns’ off

You can’t really reach them and they’re pretty sure you won’t do any damage, but they rather not take the chance of you getting hurt

It’s not the first or last time that you do this either, and it just makes him feel horrible. He’s the angel here, the one that’s suppose to protect you, not the other way around!

You help him out so much, either without defending him you do so much for him already. How can he ever repay you? He feels like whatever he does won’t be enough…WAIT- he figured out what he can do!

He can get stronger and protect you! He can go to Beel so that you don’t have to fight for him anymore, or maybe have Solomon make some potions that’s like demon repellent but only for those jerks. If those mean demons see how serious and strong he is, then they’re bound to leave you guys alone! Maybe he can show you some tricks too once he’s done. He has to hurry up and tell you the plan then, you guys can’t wait any longer!

Their words do hurt, but so does seeing you putting yourself in harms way to protect him. You can’t do all the protecting MC, he needs to watch out for you too, no if ands or buts about it!

You and Luke are the duo we never knew we needed

Solomon

Ah, it’s about time he found a human as interesting and adorable as you. Where having you been hiding all his lifetime?!

He has wayyyy more fun teasing you than Luke. Your pout just makes things x100 better and cuter

Congrats on becoming his new victim MC

Another one to find you very amusing when you try to fight and won’t stop you either

He will dead serious be recording you trying to fight on his DDD. He’ll make sure that it doesn’t escalate but who is he to stop such entertainment?

He has become tempted to cast a superhuman strength spell on you, and he ends up doing it “on accident” (which has happened more than once)

Lucifer has done the “I’m watching you” thing to him every time he has lmao

But no seriously, he won’t let you get hurt; he won’t even let the chance arise. He’s already pulling you away before you can get yourself worked up fully, dragging you to the library or his room to test some new spells (one that he tempts you can use on these demons). It’s enough to get your attention back on him

You’re a daily source of his amusement and someone that he wants MC, but that doesn’t mean he can afford his favorite human getting hurt on his watch!

He’s no stranger to the gossip about him, nor is he clueless. It’s just all talk anyway, he doesn’t care and neither should you. But it is touching to know that you care this much about him and how he feels…

But he doesn’t want you to do this for him. He’s a powerful sorcerer, he can easily solve this without breaking a sweat if he wanted to, but he doesn’t deem it worthy to even waste a drop of potions on. But since you’re so concerned, maybe a quick kiss would make him feel better?

He thought you were a little gullible, but that’s not the case. You just have a very open and bright personality, one that he finds himself getting attached to more and more as each day passes

If he’s not careful, he might get more enamored with you than he already is-

#obey me #obey me reader insert #obey me x reader #obey me swd #obey me diavolo x reader #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos x reader #simeon x reader #obey me simeon x reader #solomon x reader #obey me solomon x reader #obey me luke #luke is baby

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obeiii-mee · 3 years

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MC had a bad day or they’re dealing with a bad loss from a loved one. So they decide to seek comfort from the Brothers! But they don’t do it in a normal way, they just barge in the room where the brothers are all relaxing or hanging out at before MC just busts in getting their attention and they go “I need a hug 🥺”. Let’s see the some fluffy hc’s of the brothers comforting MC 🥰

And how could they not want to hug their cute human that is literally 3 seconds away from breaking down into tears?

The Brothers Comforting MC After A Bad Day:

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You’re right, they wouldn’t be able to resist, they love their human too much 😌

*soBS* I want to hug one of them so bad rn

Thank you for the request, I love writing fluffy HCs, it’s my weak spot and it gives me serotonin. I hope you have a nice day/night!! Uh, it’s sort of implied that MC is slightly shorter than them so sorry if that’s a problem-

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Notes: Fluff, mentions of loss and dead family members/friends, mostly comfort though, short HCs

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beezlebub and Belphegor.

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Lucifer:

-He doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t really need to because him just being there, arms wrapped around you and hands lightly running up and down your back, is worth more words than any sort of verbal consolation he could’ve given you and because of this, you feel at ease

-His touch is firm but gentle and you relax almost immediately, burying your head against his chest and feeling him press a kiss on top of your hairline, tightening your hold on him

-He already told his brothers to back off because the last thing he wanted was for you you to get overwhelmed by their insensitivity so you two were left in the living room by yourselves

-In a bit of an awkward position though, because you were both standing and after a while, it was clear a hug wasn’t going to be enough

-That’s his excuse as to why he picked you up bridal style five minutes later and carried you all the way to his bedroom, a place he knows his siblings won’t ever trespass without his permission and somewhere he can shield you from any prying eyes while you’re in this vulnerable state

-At this point, he was basically cradling you like a baby, having you sit on his lap and waiting for you to tire yourself out until you couldn’t cry anymore and watching you slip into that hiccuping stage you get after a breakdown

-Lucifer is obviously going to ask what happened, but whether you answer him or not is up to you because he’s not one to push matters if he sees you’re uncomfortable talking about it

-However, he might insist if he concludes that it’s affecting you and your well being and that’s how you know usually know he’s worried

-His voice is soft though and just listening to it makes you want to tell him everything, whether it’d be something as annoying as a small inconvenience you stumbled across that day or the death of a relative, you feel welcomed enough to spill everything

-Even if you decide not to, he’ll stay with you until you feel better, until you’re no longer crying or shaking or anything of the sort. He speaks occasionally, almost soothingly about how important you are to him and how capable you are of overcoming anything in your way. For the most part, however, he remains quiet and allows you to mull over your thoughts, willing to forget about his paperwork just to let you cling to him for a few hours

-Maybe later, when you’re no longer as distressed, he could get the full story out of you and help you overcome whatever problem you’re having trouble facing but for now, he understands all you need is for him to be there

“MC?” He calls your name out because he was thinking that maybe you had fallen asleep but he realised that was not the case when you looked up at him, streaks of tears still sliding down your cheeks. When you don’t respond, he sighs almost contently “A bit longer?” You don’t answer again but this time, he could feel you nod against him and he smiles despite himself as he leaned his head against yours “All right then, just a bit longer.”

Mammon:

-Truth be told, he’s never been the best at comforting someone and normally, he’s kind of awkward when he wants to show his support because it feels so out of his character

-But it’s not like he was going to refuse you anyway. Not when you specifically came to him and asked him for help and not when you looked like you were on the verge of crying. He’d be a monster to deny you >:(

-It upsets him too, you know. He’s meant to be your protector, guardian even, so the fact that he couldn’t keep you from getting hurt makes him feel like he failed at keeping his human safe. Actually, it takes a lot of convincing on your part just to tell him that you’re not actually physically hurt. Just a shitty day…

-Mammon, despite the walls he puts up ever now and then, is someone that genuinely cares for you. And he’s also the type that does almost everything in excess, especially when it comes to you or spending money. That’s just his personality; he’s loud and boisterous and even though he wants to deny this, completely transparent with his emotions

-You ask for a hug? He gives you plenty of hugs! He lets you lay on top of him while cuddling so he can hold you!!! He brings you snacks and drinks!!! Shit, he basically cradles you the whole night!!! And he’s blushing and acting annoyed the entire time, refusing to accept how much he’s actually enjoying this

-The point is, he tends to coddle you whenever you have a bad day or if you’re really affected by the loss of a dead loved one. This is probably because he, in turn, likes to be babied and cared for when he’s feeling down and he subconsciously does that to you because it’s the only means of comfort he knows how to execute well

-A hug would’ve sufficed, but you’re his human and let him be damned if he’s not gonna give you the world on a silver platter if you keep looking at him with those sad eyes of yours

-By now, if you need anything, you just need to ask because even with a bit of grumbling, he’ll get it for you. More snacks? Say less. Wanna watch TV with him for a while? Immediately reaches for the remote? You just want to cuddle? His body is naturally warm for a reason bby, dig in. You want his heart? Give him a moment to surgically get it out of his chest-

-No matter what, he’s so glad that you trust him enough to talk to him about this sort of stuff and that he’s the first person you think of when you need consolation

-It makes sense after all, right? He’s your first pact so your direct happiness is his responsibility while you’re in DevilDom! It’s his job to make sure you function again by tomorrow morning and that you’re no longer troubled by anything

“Hey! What’s with all the crying huh?” He cups your face in his hands and softly squishes the flesh between his fingers. His thumbs brush over the tears in your eyes and he let’s out a small ‘tsk’ as your foreheads touch and his hands drip to your shoulders to keep you steady “The Great Mammon is hugging ya right now, ya know? There’s no reason for you to be upset, not when I’ve got ya in my arms like this, OK? So you can stop with yer water works now.” As noisy as his voice is, there’s a gentle note behind it when he speaks and embraces you, his cologne spreading everywhere “I love you, ya big idiot. So please, stop cryin’ and lemme hold ya already! Yer making me worried, ya stupid human.”

Levi:

-You stopping by his room is not unusual. In fact, you do it every day and it’s just part of the routine you have with him. However, he’s wasn’t exactly expecting you to stand there, all shaken up and ask him for a hug!!!

-And he doesn’t process this request for a second but then he freaks out so badly-

-Yells incomprehensibly about how you’re ‘pulling your normie tricks on him again’ and how he’s ‘not going to be fooled by them anymore.’

-You raise your head to meet his eyes while he’s still rambling on though and he sees your teary expression and now he feels guilty because you look really upset. Levi’s kinda scared he made it worse-

-He’s the type to usher you in his room and lock the door as usual but instead of doing what the two of you always do, you literally stay attached to him because you need comfort damn it!

-Levi….is sort of clueless about these emotional outbursts since he himself doesn’t deal with them very well. However, he’s watched enough animes revolving around romance to conclude on the best course of action so-do not fear! (Spoiler, he still doesn’t know what he’s doing)

-He’s really stuck and can either stay as quiet as a nun or start babbling in a language you probably wouldn’t even understand because he’s so nervous

-Or actually, he might start crying with you if I’m being fair; he’s very in sync with his Henry and your emotions

-Once he calms down, he’s actually not all that bad at comforting. Levi is a bit stand offish with his hugs at first but he relaxes into them and by now, you’re both standing by the side of his bed, with you leaning onto him and him holding your hand. He then intertwines your fingers together but subconsciously because he wouldn’t have the gall otherwise

-Later, he tells you to help yourself with the snacks he has hidden in his room. I guarantee you he has a whole ass mini refrigerator hidden somewhere for his all night gaming session, in case he needs any boosts. No one knows how Beel hasn’t found the stash yet and there’s no need to tell him

-Then you watch re runs of old shows together and make fun of the shitty editing and dialogue. He’s still holding your hand though and he’s really flustered and wondering if it’s too sweaty for you but don’t mention it because he’ll get even more embarrassed

-He glances over to you, every once in a while, whilst you’re cuddled up against his arm, eyes glued on the TV, to make sure you’re OK. You almost gave him a seizure or at least that’s how he felt-so he made it his mission to make you feel better by any means necessary. Fuck today’s raids, his team can get them done without him!!

“I-I don’t know why you would want me of all people to hug you but…” he trailed off in a whisper, having to lean down so you could wrap your arms against his neck and bury your head in his shoulder. He pulled you in closer, a streak of protectiveness coursing through him as he shut the door to his room with his foot “Lord of the Shadows would never leave Henry all on his own, so I’m not going to do that either. This is an important character development arc and-just, please don’t cry. I’ll give you more hugs, OK? Seeing you like this is not good for my heart-“ stopped mid sentence after realising what he just said and now he’s the one burying his head in your shoulder, flushed beyond hell “Forget I just said that! Holy Lord Diavolo this is embarrassing, why am I like this????”

Satan:

-It troubles him greatly to see you like this and he can sort of feel the world shift out of place, seeing you with tears running down your face and hands balled into fists out of frustration almost immediately makes him fly into a fit of rage because who would dare to hurt you-

-Oh, a hug? If that’s all you need, he’s more than happy to oblige but if you’re as distraught as you seem to be, he wonders if just a small embrace from him would be enough

-Satan’s hugs are very intimate and even passionate at times. He has one hand on the back of your head and the other supporting your lower back while you bawl your eyes out into his shoulder and getting his uniform wet

-You can’t really seem to focus on what he’s trying to tell you because he’s so warm and welcoming and even though he’s someone as renowned as the Avatar of Wrath, he’s shockingly patient with you as you let out the overwhelming emotions that have been consuming you all day

-It’s hard to not relax when you’re in Satan’s presence because he’s calm and he smells like musty, old books and mahogany wood and cats, meaning he was most likely cuddling strays he found on the street the entire day. The first visual that comes to mind is fire crackling behind a grate in a chimney and someone reading a book while swinging back and forth on an old, rickety chair when you’re around him

-He will wait until you’re no longer crying and then, before you know it, you find yourself in the library with him, drinking tea and being handed a plate of biscuits he took from the kitchen to help you regain your strength after all that crying. You’re still feeling pretty miserable about the day you’ve had but you quickly lose yourself in a conversation with him over a cup of tea

-Sometimes, you two talk for hours on end about nothing important just to hear each other’s voices and finally have some quality time spent together. Even though he wishes the circumstances were better, he’s glad to have been able to snatch you away from his brothers for a while and he’s even happier you chose him to confide in

-Satan practically doesn’t even mention your outburst and keeps the small talk minimal but he wants you to know that if you do wish to tell him about it, he’s more than happy to listen and he’s not so bad at giving advice either

-The topic of the discussion you were having with him changed abruptly by the end of the night and now you’re reading together from this book he started a while ago, both of you covered with a blanket, your head on his chest and his leaning on yours. He’s holding the book with both of his hands, but still managed to get his left wrapped around you. And because of this feeling of safety and warmth, you don’t feel desperate anymore. Tomorrow, you’ll be able to sort out your feelings but now, you’re content to just listening to Satan read, in his clear, soft voice

“Ah MC, could you turn the page for me?” You do as he asked to and you could feel him smiling as he kissed your hairline, sighing before going back to the book and the story within “Thank you. You truly are amazing, did you know that? I’ve never met someone as caring and as kind as you. Well, I suppose Beel could compete for the title but unlike him, you don’t really leave us in debt whenever we visit the grocery store.” Hearing you laugh makes him smile even more and he lets you hold the other side of the book while he plays with your hair and now you join in reading with him, out loud and trying to act out voices for the characters. As everything unfolds, Satan feels the world click right back into place.

Asmo:

-It’s a known fact by now that Asmo is willing to give you any sort of affection at any point in time, whether it’d be a hug, a kiss, holding your hand-you name it! I mean, whenever he’s feeling down, you being there to encourage him helps a lot so it’s only natural it works the other way around too!

-If he notices that you’re genuinely upset by something, then he would have no problem whatsoever with lavishing you in attention and really, a hug or two from him is the bare minimum in situations like this

-In any case, he always enjoys fussing over you and you having a bad day is the perfect excuse for him to do so! After all, he can’t disappoint you since you came to him with your troubles and he will do anything in his power to make you feel better. Actually, if he could, he would keep hugging you forever but as miraculous as his charm can be, it’s not effective against someone with this low of a morale

-His first suggestion is to take a bath! It’s his way of taking care of you; you’re tired after such a long day and he feels like you’re neglecting yourself a little because of it. So you relax in his bathtub with him for a while, him actively trying to get your mind off any bad, lingering thoughts while you splash around in the bubbles

-And obviously after that, you need to have your mandatory spa sessions with him since you need to unwind and what’s a better way to do that than to let him paint your nails and apply lotion to your skin? Besides, it creates a great opportunity for you to take things off your chest

-He’s in need to hear gossip constantly so if you don’t feel like talking, he’s gonna be a bit bummed out but he still respects your wishes enough to not push you. If your problem is as sensitive as the death of a family member, you’re not obligated to talk to him about it and he will understand, since people grieve in different ways. He too shut down after the death of Lilith for a while after all

-A bad day is nothing Asmo can’t handle. He’s had plenty of those before, mostly because of Mammon and his thievery, they’re usually common factors. It’s only natural you experience those yourself and he’s more than willing to be your support system if you need one. He wants you to know that you can go to him if you need advice or help with anything, or even if you just need to someone to hear you out

-To give a more detailed explanation of his hugs, they are usually really light and you never feel suffocated when you’re in his arms. He never squeezes you too tight and he always smells amazing, so you feel inclined to stay near him for as long as possible. Despite his overtly loud nature, he gets incredibly soft spoken with you and he traces patterns on your back and arms as you stand there together

-It’s important to mention, he never pulls away from you first. He lets you decide when you’ve had enough and when you’re ready to move on or if you require some other means of comfort

-And even if you’re no longer disgruntled, he’s still going to pamper you as much as possible the next day with either a shopping spree or another few spa sessions, this time done at a professional institution rather than the privacy of his bedroom

-Asmo is in touch with your emotions and it’s kinda scary sometimes because of how well he can read you, since he almost always knows what you need

“Oh darling, how could I refuse a hug from you?” You can feel his arms embrace you, even with your eyes closed and for some reason, this makes you cry even harder, sobbing as he tries to comfort you. You’re aware he let go of you at some point and returned with a tissue to dab away at your tears, gently to not hurt your eyes and now he’s hugging you again, a wry smile on his face “You don’t have to worry about a thing, MC. Everything will get sorted out, I promise. In the meantime, come to me if anything troubles you again, OK? No more crying, darling-it’s bad for your eyes.”

Beel:

-The type to immediately lean in for a hug without even questioning why. As soon as you ask him, you barely have time to finish the question and you already find yourself in his arms. The only exception would be when he’s eating or maybe in the middle of a work out but the point is he doesn’t hesitate much when it comes to you. And I mean, he loves hugs just as much as his siblings do

-Beel is not the most observant and he may not realise you’re in a bad mood unless you tell him outright. It’s not even that he’s emotionally distant, it’s just that if you tell him that you’re fine, then he’s gonna take your word for it and believe you since he’s pretty straightforward with his feelings as well. However, as dense as he may be on occasion, even he’s bound to notice that you’re not being your usual self and this is especially true if you start crying out of nowhere while he’s nearby. Probably assumes the worst and is under the impression that he did something to upset you because shifting the blame onto himself whenever others suffer is his coping mechanism and we’ve seen him to do it before

-If you’ve just had a bad day, he understands that things could’ve been very overwhelming for you and he wishes he had known sooner so he could’ve helped back then, instead of letting it come to this. But he doesn’t hesitate all that much since he looks like he’s built for giving hugs on a daily basis. I’m not even sure this would classify as a hug since you’re not touching the floor. Rather, you are attached to him like a koala and he’s carrying you around as if you were a baby strapped to his chest. And he genuinely doesn’t mind. He’s been doing it with Belphie for centuries now

-Please, after a while he gets seriously concerned because are humans supposed to cry this much? What if you dehydrate or something? So he makes you stay in bed and just gives you plenty of water. You look so pale and sad, he shares his food with you too because his heart is aching just looking at you like this. He feels like besides being there, he can’t provide you with much help and he’s starting to think he’s hopeless at comforting

-If a family member died then…Beel is one of the best people you could’ve gone to. Honestly, having dealt with his sister’s situation, he knows how horrible it is to lose somebody you love dearly (I mean, all the brothers do but I’m making a point saying Beel, Belphie and Lucifer were especially affected). Now he’s sad himself since he’s aware that you’re going through something similar and his twin might walk in on the two of you being emotional on the floor

-For the most part, Beel makes sure you keep yourself healthy even when you’re tired and depressed. Continues to bring you food, even if he eats half of it on his way to your room, and just keeps you company in general in case you get lonely. Seeing you upset makes him even more considerate of your feelings and you don’t have the heart to tell him that he doesn’t need to stay with you all night. He thinks he does because you’ve always offered to stay with him whenever he’s had nightmares before so how he’s gotta return the favour

-Beel gives these bear hugs all the time, since he’s so big and his hand basically covers your entire back. So, more often than not, you end up cuddling while standing because he’s a lot taller than you, with him being a demon and all. Despite that, you feel so unbelievably complete when he holds you like this. It’s hard not to feel protected since his whole body is practically concealing yours so easily all the time and you feel sheltered from the world and it’s….nice

-And Beel enjoys hugging you too, because he knows that as long as he’s nearby, you’ll be safe and that’s really all he needs. He wants to be there for you the same way you were there for him when he needed it most and comforting you when you’re having a shitty day is like his full time job

-You could come to Beel with any problem and he would never judge you, no matter what. He’s just really unproblematic and he just wants you to go back to your normal self because it hurts him to see you cry your eyes out. Now, not only are hugs mandatory but holding your hand is too. It’s like hugging…but your hands are doing the hugging

-Definitely even goes to Belphie after a while if he really doesn’t know what to do and that’s how you know he’s desperate to do something. Since the Seventh Born isn’t exactly someone that yields great advice, more so when it comes to other…people….and his twin knows this-

-Beel’s best strategy at the moment is to just maintain some kind of physical contact because he discovered that makes you feel better and it calms you down more than him trying to verbally console you. He even invited you to sleep in his room if you’re comfortable doing so just so you’re not alone. After that one incident, he’s trying to coax you to tell him whenever something is wrong so he can jump in and help, because that’s all he really wants to do ahakenksms

“MC? Did something happen?” He’s honestly taken aback by how shaky you are and how you’re hands are trembling as they’re reaching to connect with his. Without much of a warning, he feels a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach and now he discovers that he doesn’t like seeing you with tears trailing down your face. And he feels worse the longer you wail in his chest and he doesn’t know what to do. So, he wraps his arms around you so tight you think you might explode, strangely comforted by the feeling as he speaks again “I’m sorry if I’ve done something to upset you. What can I do to help, MC? We can just stay like this for a while if you want” And when he sees you nod, he proceeds to not move an inch almost the entire night. Obviously, hunger overtook him eventually but he shared his stolen goods with you so can you really complain? Doubtful, not when he hasn’t let go of your hand the whole time.

Belphie:

- Hugging him is a gamble. Realistically speaking, you’re not going to catch him standing upright long enough for you to give him a hug. He’s laying on the floor somewhere, asleep so you shouldn’t expect much from him to begin with. Even if you were to get lucky and stumble upon him while he’s wide awake, he might slump over and succumb to sleep the moment you embrace him because you’re so warm

-Cuddling is a different story altogether. He’d rather shoot himself in the foot than not have you cuddle with him so if you need to be babied for once, he’s a pretty good option to consider

-As usual, he’s in the attic and you go to him because it’s really late and you didn’t want to wake up any of the other brothers. Actually, Belphie is normally awake by dusk so to see him sleep like a log past midnight was quite surprising. You didn’t exactly want to interrupt but if you stayed alone for any longer, you would’ve gone insane. So you shook him awake. And he was understandably confused and probably forgot what planet he was on for a minute when you did so

-Technically, he was half awake and from his point of view, everything must’ve been pretty blurry. He did see you; the problem was that because he was still feeling very sleepy, he was basically in a daze and could only squint at you to try and figure out if you were really there or if he was hallucinating. His suspicion was confirmed soon enough because he reached out after a few seconds and poked your cheek just to check. His face the entire time and the action itself was so amusing that, despite tittering on the edge of a breakdown, you burst out laughing

-Once he came to the conclusion that you were, in fact, real and he wasn’t dreaming, he sighed and opened his arms out for you; a direct invitation to cuddle with him. By now, he likely didn’t even noticed you looked sad because, as I said, he was all over the place but this little ritual you two have was common enough that it got engraved in his memory. Now he does it out of impulse whenever you’re around and he wants attention

-So you basically tackled him and threw yourself on top of him so hard, both of you toppled over on the bed and now you were used as a blanket, with his arms wrapped securely around you; preventing you from getting up. Not that you were planning on doing that anytime soon but moving on-

-You thought he had fallen back asleep, because he went really quiet and he stopped squirming to get comfortable. To be exact, the whole room was rather still and the only thing you could really hear was Belphie’s soft breathing and the rustle of the bedsheets every once in a while. And since it was extremely dark as well, you couldn’t see a thing either so it felt like the best place to let go of your stress

-It’s not like you were making much noise but as I said, the seventh born wasn’t sleeping just yet. And he wouldn’t be able to because it was obvious to him now that something was wrong. He believed that he was bearing witness to something that should’ve been a lot more private than this so he didn’t say anything. You should have your moment, let you have a chance to recollect your thoughts and the next day, he might ask you

-It was too much to handle. It’s not like he was gonna get any sleep unless he knew your problem was solved otherwise he might get nightmares all night. Besides, if you’re crying this much, then something terrible must’ve happened. You realised he was awake when he gave your entire body a small squeeze, as if to reassure you and you froze because did you just wake him up???? Or worse, did he hear all that sobbing you were doing????

-Hugging him is similar to hugging a pillow. He’s soft and squishy and warm and it’s impossible to resist him when rest at a time like this is so tempting. His fingers running over your pact mark once or twice, as if to remind you that he’s right there and low whispers describing the best dream he ever had about you, hoping to distract you for long enough to help you fall asleep

-To him, it doesn’t make a difference if a family member died or if you’re just having a bad day. All he knows is that you’re having a lot of emotional problems because of either one and as a result, you need a shoulder to lean on. He’s glad that you trust him enough to let him assist and if it was up to him, he would keep cuddling you forever. You’ve already suffered enough so let him take care of you this time around, OK?

“Dumbass, why are you crying?” The gentleness of his words was a clear contrast to that quick insult he shoved at the beginning of his statement, though you couldn’t hear any malice behind it and the fact that he really cared about what happened to cause you to struggle with your emotions so badly, would’ve made you wail even harder. However, he managed to silence you pretty well because he kept speaking and you wanted to listen; you wanted to hear what he had to say so you reduced your sobs and you sat quietly enough to do just that. Belphie flipped you over, now with him on top and you underneath and he laid there, cheek sloshed against yours as he sleepily mumbled out more praise for you, “MC, are you tired? You should go to bed, you need to get some sleep. Tomorrow, you can tell me what the problem is and I’ll help. I promise-I’ll even get up early for you. Just…please calm down. I don’t want to see you crying yourself to sleep ever again. I’ll stay here the entire time, alright? And I’ll make sure you have nice dreams tonight MC…just let me hold you…”

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PART 1. A VERY WELL-DESERVED TIP

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. my brief work as a barista is finally paying off. i suffered at sbux all to write this fic ✌︎('ω'✌︎ ) LMAOOO i frl had so much fun writing this and i’m very excited to share the next parts ;) i hope you enjoy this fic as much as i do!! xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

You were not looking forward to your new work schedule for the next month.

The employee who usually came in for opening shifts at four in the morning gave her two weeks notice...two weeks ago. And since you had your availability open (you knew you should’ve blocked it off and said you had morning class), your manager asked you to fill her place.

The night before your first—of many—morning shifts, you tried tricking yourself into thinking it was a good idea. And it almost worked! Sort of.

You told yourself waking up early when the sun rose worked with your body’s natural circadian rhythm and this experience may adjust your sleep schedule for a healthier one in the long run. Better health and wellbeing and lower risks of cardiovascular disease. Or something. You weren’t too sure exactly; you never paid much attention in biology but it sounded like something you’d find in a textbook, right?

When you arrived on your first day, the morning shift was just as hectic and chaotic as you expected. People in business suits with name brand bluetooth earphones in their ears and the latest new smartphone in their hand filled the shop and waited for their online order. It was as if they wanted the least amount of social interaction possible, which would be fine if being able to make connections with customers wasn’t the most interesting part about being a barista.

Although the cafe you worked at was a small business who actually (tried) to pay their employees fairly and wasn’t a purely money hungry franchise like the certain green siren, it surprisingly had gained enough traction in the area to rival one of those cheap, chain stores.

Good for the business, bad for sleepy workers who could barely function in the mornings.

But you enjoyed working here and the owners were kind, so you did your best to shove away the tiredness and put a bright and cheery smile on your face. The customers were grumpier than you were used to, but who wouldn’t be a little ill-mannered having to go to work at 5 a.m. and probably not leaving until 6 p.m. or later because of bosses who overworked them? Trying to get them their morning coffee with an amiable attitude to start off their day right was something you were more than happy to do.

It was too bad barely any of them gave you the time of day. They just wanted to get their caffeine and leave with as little human interaction as possible. It was understandable, of course, but it wasn’t the lively cafe environment you were used to during later shifts. You sighed, hoping the atmosphere would be friendlier when it wasn’t a major rush hour.

“Hi! I can help the next person in line,” you called for the twentieth time this hour. When they moved forward towards the cash register, you gave them a smile. “Good morning. I hope your day has been going well!”

“It’s been okay, thank you. And yours?”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you almost sputtered over thin air. Someone who actually replied back to what you said and asked about you in return? Even if the intent was a courtesy conversation that was meant to be quick and brief, the sentiment was there—the upholding of the values of common courtesy and human decency. Something too many people seemed to lack.

“I’m good as well! A little tired but what’s to be expected a quarter ‘til 6 a.m.?” you said with a laugh. “Thank you for asking.”

The customer gave a small smile in return and you internally celebrated for finally seeing your first pleasant expression this morning. “Must be even more tiring dealing with all these people. Doesn’t seem easy. I have to commend you for it.”

He was a tall, handsome man with a pretty face, soft-looking hair, and genuinely nice? There was no way this was real; you had to be dreaming.

You twiddled with the pen in your hands, taken aback and mildly embarrassed by the praise. “Just doing my job,” you said with a bashful look. “Thank you, though.” You cleared your throat, not wanting to hold the line up for too long, even if the customer was one you would rather keep talking to than the others. “Now, what can I get started for you today?”

“Right. Can I get a flat white in the medium size?”

“Of course.” You typed in his order into the register before asking, “And is there anything else I can get for you? Like a pastry? Today we have some freshly baked cheese danishes that are really yummy if you’d like to try!”

He thought for a while before shrugging. You weren’t sure if it was your eyes playing tricks on you or he actually had an amused look on his face. “Sure, I’ll take a couple dozen of those as well.”

“A couple dozen—?” your voice faltered. The suggestion of a fresh pastry was one you made to almost every customer, though most turned it down on the spot.

The cafe had a little weekly competition between workers to see who could sell the most pastries in the week and the one who sold most got...well, a free pastry and bragging rights. Admittedly, it wasn’t much, but nothing revved up sales like friendly rivalries. An order of a couple dozen was sure to land you in the top spot this week! Still, you had to make sure he meant it. You’d feel bad if he was just spending all his hard-earned office work money because he was trying to be courteous. (Or at least, you assumed he was some office employee.)

You cautiously asked, “Are you sure?”

Either your eyes were playing tricks on you yet again, or the look of amusement on his face grew even more than before as he said, “I’m sure. One medium flat white and, say, three dozen boxes of cheese danishes, please.”

“C-Coming right up!” you said, quickly entering his order and celebrating your free end-of-the-week pastry in advance. “That will be $42.81. Would that be card or cash?”

“Card.” He pulled out a sleek, black card with gold detailings on it and you never knew you could be sexually attracted to a credit card until now.

“Perfect! Go ahead and swipe, insert, or scan your card now. In the meantime, can I get a name for your order please?”

He scanned his card over the machine before looking back up at you. “It’s To— Ah, Shouto.”

“Shouto?” you asked in confirmation. You assumed it wasn’t ‘Toahshouto’. That sounded too much like the abbreviation used to remember how to find sine, cosine, and tangent.

“Yeah. Shouto.”

You smiled. “Well, Shouto, your order will be ready in a few minutes. Please wait over to your right to pick it up!”

He nodded.

“It was nice meeting you!” you called, waving goodbye. “I hope you have a good rest of your day.”

“Thank you,” he glanced at your nametag, “Y/N.”

Oh, how nice it felt to be treated like a human by a customer and have them actually address your name— And not to say it in a condescending way either.

“Do individual baristas get to keep the tips here?”

You blinked, feeling your face warm up slightly. “We do, actually.” One of your favorite parts of the job, you had to admit.

“Glad to hear.” Shouto pulled out some crisp-looking bills from his wallet and placed one in your hand that said ‘100’ to you. “Thank you for your kind service, Y/N.”

“Wha—” Your eyes widened. You were expecting something along the line of three dollars. Maybe five at most. But a hundred? By the time you had processed what had happened he was walking away from the cash register. “Wait— Shouto...sir! I think you accidentally gave me the wrong amount.”

He shook his head, only briefly turning back to face you. “Nope. It’s for you,” he said simply. “I’m looking forward to the cheese danishes.”

His words left you stunned, but the next customer in line tapped their foot impatiently, signaling it was now time for you to take their order. You hoped the line died down before Shouto left the cafe so you could return the tip, but seeing as how the queue almost extended out the door, you had the sinking feeling that wouldn’t be a possibility.

“Hello, I can take the next customer in line!” you recited cheerfully, mind still occupied by thoughts of your last encounter.

The next few orders went along uneventfully (though you did manage to sell two more cheese danishes) and by the time Shouto got his coffee and pastry boxes, you still had a handful more customers to get through.

“Pardon me real quick,” you said apologetically to the woman in front of you. “Please give me one moment?”

She graced you with a nod and you thanked the stars above for an understanding patron.

“Wait— Excuse me, sir!” You waved in Shouto’s direction before he could exit the cafe. He glanced at you curiously but walked over. In a hushed voice, you said, “I really appreciate the tip, but there’s no way I could accept this much money from you!”

For the first time today, you say the hints of a frown on his face. “You cannot?”

“No! $100 is a lot! You already bought $40 worth of cheese danish pastries— Are you sure you meant to give that big of a tip?”

“Of course.” He took a sip of his coffee with a satisfied hum. “You getting up at such an early hour to take people’s orders with a kind attitude isn’t easy. Plus, trying to build rapport with each of them all while keeping the interacting swift is a difficult task itself. And it’s probably worth more than your current pay, the $100 tip, and then some.”

You blinked, stunned by his words. This man kept surprising you so many times in just one morning.

“I find it ridiculous how certain occupations are paid an ungodly amount more than others, especially when a lot of it comes from privileges you were born into.” Shouto seemed to mumble the last bit to himself, but you were still able to understand what he said. “It’s bullshit.” Before you could respond, he recollected himself. “Eat the rich, right? All that to say, please accept the tip. You deserve it. And I promise it’s of no detriment to me, so please don’t feel bad.”

Seeing the determined look on his face, you couldn’t help but stare at him before nodding. He didn’t say anything you didn’t already believe yourself, and if someone really wanted to give you $100, you weren’t going to fight them on it. Think of all the dumplings you could buy, you told yourself.

“T-Thank you then.” You gingerly placed the folded bill back into your pants pocket. “I think that was really insightful of you and I’m very grateful.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled before glancing towards the exit. “I’m running a bit late for work now, so I should be going. Have a good day, Y/N.”

“You too, Shouto. And… Thank you again!”

With a glowing expression on your face, you walked back to the cash register ready to face the day and talk to more lovely customers!

“Hey, little barista!” a gruff voice called from the line, snapping you out of your stupor. “Hurry it up already before you force me to complain to your manager.”

You internally sighed. You understood they were in a rush, but they still had no right to be that rude.

“Can you even hear me? Or are you too incompetent?”

Cue another internal sigh.

Yeah, okay. Maybe you did deserve this $100 tip.

Regardless of the rude customers that may have come in, at least you had your thoughts of a cute, kind businessman who went by the name of Shouto to get you through your shift. And you could only hope you’d be able to see him again.

a/n: the end of part one folks!! oh what i’d give to have gotten a tip like this when i worked as a barista BAHAHA only in my dreams. i hope you enjoyed this little intro part and are excited for what’s to come !! :3

what to expect in the next part:

~maybe~ y/n will see shouto again and,,perhaps,,get more tips from him idk who knows

old lady imparts some...helpful(?) advice

we briefly get to see shouto’s pov! ;D

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