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Mafia!Jade Leech x Mafia!Reader

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Notes and TW: Overthinker reader having a conversation with Mr. "Just Trust Me" Jade Leech. This series will have mentions of blood, violence, crime (kidnapping, attempted assassination, extortion), and harassment, as one might expect from a mafia AU. Please enjoy!

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“Would you like some tea?”

Jade offers you a cup of something that smells like lavender. You shake your head.

“I’m okay.” You turn your attention back to your screen. He sets the cup and saucer next to you anyway. “Who knows, maybe you’ve put a suspicious substance in it.”

“Is it so hard to believe that I can do something out of the kindness of my heart?”

You chuckle and shake your head. “You? Absolutely not. Give an inch and you take a mile.”

There’s a beat where he doesn’t reply. You look up at him, wondering if you’ve said something strange, but his back is turned as he walks to his seat. When he turns back around to settle in his chair, his expression stills like a frozen pond. Perfectly crafted, carefully unreadable.

A few hours have passed since his phone call. You’ve decided to work in Jade’s office today, thinking that you might get a clue or a burst of inspiration if one of the subjects of your thoughts is in close proximity. He doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, his quiet hums and constant catering to your needs indicates that he’s rather pleased. Aside from the cup of tea releasing a wispy veil of steam, there’s also a plate of cookies and a bowl of cherries on his desk beside you.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

You close your laptop and sigh. There are too many to count, all swirling in your head without rest.

“Still thinking about what you told me this morning.” You don’t want to address the bigger issue—that (Y/N) apparently forgot who you are—so you start small. “I didn’t expect you to actually fall asleep.”

“Neither did I.” Jade frowns in thought. “I imagine it is a result of too few hours of sleep throughout the week.”

“Even so, you said it yourself. You can’t sleep around strangers.” You drum your fingers on the desk. “Maybe you actually do feel at ease around her.”

“That is not the case.” His voice carries certainty that surprises you. When you glance at him, you notice that his mouth is set in a firm line. “I was quite unsettled when I woke up.”

“Huh.” You can imagine it. His shock at his lapse in vigilance. But even so, no matter how tired he is, he has never made this sort of blunder before. “I guess there’s a first for everything.”

A shadow passes over his face. He stands next to your chair and leans over you. His eyes stare straight into yours—piercing mismatched eyes with an almost magnetic pull.

“I will ask you the same question as last night. Do you really believe that manuscript is a reflection of things that will certainly come to pass?”

Your heart jumps. Is he using Shock the Heart? But a few seconds pass, and no words leave your lips. This is not his Signature Spell. This is Jade Leech asking you a sincere, serious question. Besides, you have no reason to lie.

“Like I said, I don’t know—”

“Then don’t talk and act as though it is.” Is that frustration in his voice? He maintains eye contact with you, and you feel as though you can’t look away. “I, for one, think a predetermined future is horribly boring. My actions dictated for me, every event predictable . . . . I would sooner abandon it all and throw caution to the wind. The only reason why I am following the manuscript is because it outlines a way to restore my parents’ health.”

His sentence ends on half a breath, as though he originally intended to say more. He doesn’t. You wait, but nothing comes out.

“And?”

He kneels beside your chair, no longer towering over you or crowding your space. When he speaks again, he is quiet. But in the silence of his office, you hear it clear as day.

“And because that is what you want.”

Many history textbooks praise the Sea Witch for her spells and potions. One of the most famous ones took away a mermaid’s voice. You wonder if this is what that mermaid felt like. A storm of thoughts, but none able to be processed by your vocal chords. Parted lips that leak no sounds. You stare, nonplussed.

Eventually, you manage to let out a breathy, barely-heard whisper.

“What?”

His Adam’s apple bobs. “That is the truth. If that is what you wish for, then I will do my best to live up to your expectations. I know your good friend (Y/N)’s life is difficult. I know you think that by following this manuscript, everyone will be happy, because that is what it says will happen.”

You continue staring. The words seem to pass through you. It’s as though you are sitting in a dream, your surroundings wavering and surreal. What is he saying?

“The truth is that I could simply care less about (Y/N). She is at most an acquaintance. The reason why I give her special treatment is because I know she is precious to you.” He keeps rambling. You get the sense that he has been keeping quiet about this for a while. “As for the matter concerning my parents. If we follow the story, there is still no guarantee that they will be cured. Even you said you do not know if the manuscript’s plot will certainly come to pass. If Vil Schoenheit refuses to help my family, we will think of another way. He is not the only alchemist or curse expert in the world.

“I will follow what you want. But do not ask me to fall in love with (Y/N). That is the one thing I cannot do.”

“Why?” Your brain feels like porridge. Nothing seems to be getting through it. You cannot reason out a single thing. Isn’t (Y/N) created to be loved? Aren’t they written to fit like a glove on each other’s fingers? You’ve read the story. There doesn’t seem to be a particular reason why the Jade in the story obsesses over her aside from spending time together. It doesn’t actually matter. It’s the author’s will that their love is written in the stars—and the pages of that damn manuscript. It’s the point of the entire plot. “Is there something you don’t like about her?”

“Do I need a reason for failing to fall in love?”

Your mind blanks. Does he need a reason? He has a similar line in the manuscript. Do I need a reason for falling in love? If you think about it, isn’t it the same? No matter how you try and reason out the answer, love is not a puzzle with a logical answer. There is no formula, no recipe, no surefire step-by-step manual that you can follow to ensure success. Sometimes a spark causes a flame, and sometimes it sizzles out and dies. There is nobody to blame for either outcome.

You can’t wrap your mind around it. Why. Why. Why. Your brain, constantly overflowing with thoughts, cannot leave this topic to rest. A puzzle without an answer leaves you feeling antsy. Not knowing everything is a sin to your conscience.

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“That is how love tends to be.”

An unsatisfactory answer. You dig your nails into your palm.

“Then answer me this. Why do you follow what I want? Is it because I’m interesting? No, that’s not right. You just said following a pre-written script is boring, and that’s exactly what I told you to do. I don’t understand.”

“The script is boring. You are anything but.”

“Me? What have I done?”

He smiles, then, one wholly different from his polite masks or his teasing grins or even his unhinged laughter. It’s an expression you associate with the times he talks about his interests. The expression that blankets and scatters across his countenance like orange rays of the setting sun over ocean waves. A quiet and calm beauty. A fondness that he rarely allows to be seen.

“Did you know that when you have much on your mind, you look up to the sky? That is why you prefer rooms with windows. The attic in my home that you love so dearly is one such room, and you spend all your time there nestled on the window seat. On that topic, you prefer small spaces because it helps you feel secure while you think. This is because you tend to zone out, and it is easier to defend yourself when no threats can appear behind you.”

“Uh, this is more like a behavioural report than a reason.”

“I do adore observing your behaviour. Particularly when you are lost in thought. I find myself wondering what you’re thinking about. If you’ll share them with me. But oftentimes, you do not trust me enough to do so.”

You swallow hard. “It’s hard to.”

“Why is that? I’ve known you for fifteen years. Floyd has known you for just as long, Azul a little less. (Y/N) has only known you for one year. So why can’t you trust me?”

You fiddle with your fingers, no longer capable of meeting his gaze. This kind of outburst is not something you expected from Jade. How long has he been thinking this way?

“I can’t tell what’s going on in your head. That’s why. Everything you say or do just gives me more to think about. If you’re being genuine or not, if you’ll suddenly decide to turn on me, things like that.”

Hurt flashes in his eyes. His smile shifts from fond to rueful and raw desperation permeates his shaky voice. It sounds brittle, as though a well-aimed push would shatter it into infinitesimal pieces.

“Is it so inconceivable that I could do things for you without ulterior motives?”

You look away. “Only until it no longer serves your interests or amuses you. Even if I can’t trust you fully, I’m sure there’s at least some level of it between us. I mean, we see each other regularly. I even let you drive me home.”

“Yes, but I am afraid I am a greedy man. Anyone else turning their back on me would be tolerable, but you—if it’s you . . . . At least promise me this. Even if I turn on the entire world,” he declares quietly, “promise you will trust that I will not betray you.”

You open your mouth as though to reply. Nothing comes out. You try again, your fingers gripping your knees tightly.

“I think we’re too similar. We’re both too cautious. We both think too much. Because of that, I can’t let my guard down around you.”

“Yet that is exactly what fascinates me.” He places a hand over yours. “Trying to decipher your thoughts, wondering about the motivations behind your actions, these are all things I find myself enthralled by. Your brutality and decisiveness towards that which would benefit you, but your willingness to do anything for the people dear to you. Your cautious nature as you execute your bold plans. Every time I think I have you pinned down, I only unearth another layer. The mystery intrigues me. On the other hand, I cannot help but wish you would trust and open up to me a little more.”

“That’s contradictory.”

“I cannot help it.” He smiles wryly. “I am contradictory by nature, as are you.”

You study his hand that engulfs yours. Cool to the touch. Ungloved, too. You muster your resolve.

“Then promise you won’t lie to me.” You finally lift your gaze until it returns to his eyes. Clear eyes that have been by your side for years. The eyes of a liar and schemer. Ironic for the one who wields a Signature Spell that forces out the truth. But these are the eyes of Jade Leech, and you won’t try to make him be someone he isn’t. “Lie to everyone else, I don’t care. But don’t lie to me. You can try to trick me or give me half-truths. I’ll figure them out on my own. If I still get fooled, that’s on me. Just don’t outright lie.”

The pounding of your heart fills your ears. Then, it is replaced by the sound of his quiet laughter.

“I expected nothing less from you.” He brings your hand up to touch his cheek. It only lasts a moment before he lets go and stands back up, returning to his seat. “I give you my word. I will never lie to you again.”

You look at the teacup on the desk, the lavender tea inside now cooled. The untouched cookies and cherries. A soft clink rings out as you take the teacup and bring it to your lips. Sweet and fragrant. Even cold, the tea Jade brews is impeccable.

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ashensgrotto · 4 months

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Never Had a Friend (Like Me) - Part 2

Original art piece by pfbatakopd on twitter (Used only for Header. Do NOT REPOST ORIGINAL ART)

Part 1 Part 2 (You Are Here) Part 3

YandereSoulmate! AU:

Part 1 (Am I Feeling Love?)

Part 2 (Protective)

Part 3A & Part 3B (Poor Unfortunate Souls)

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto X F!Reader

Word Count: 9,105

Synopsis: A chance for redemption comes in the form of a wish…

Author’s Notes: Ok, here we go. I received an anonymous message in my inbox for the next part of the Yandere!Soulmate series and I was actually going to work on it - but with the arrival of GloMas, working on the next part of ‘Raison D’être,’ wanting to finish “Weren’t You Aware, Angelfish?”, AND the holidays, time got away from me and I forgot about Scarabia’s segment for a short while.

However, because you all seem to enjoy this and want to know if the tako has redeemed himself - I figured I would work to get this part done. Now, warning - Pompefiore’s part is going to take a bit of time to complete because I will have to wiggle my way through my memory bank and replay a few parts of it (which is approx 76 chapters in length for those players who haven’t made it that far into the game yet) since I’m working so deep into Ignihyde’s chapter right now (which is a doozy - I’m still in chapter 67-tower 1, oof help).

This one is also going to be split into three parts - I promise it will not be a long wait for the second & third parts as this is my Christmas gift to all of my readers <3

Thank you all for your continued support!

Warnings are as follows: yandere behaviors, manipulation, imprisonment, & hypnosis

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… Mister Kalim, sir, have a wish? Or two? Or Three?

I’m on the job, you big nabob.

You ain’t never had a friend like me.

***

“Well done, Jade,” Azul praised, “How did the ‘talk’ with Kalim go?”

It was the first night of being in Scarabia in the vacant room the Grim and (Y/N) had originally been held hostage in. Apparently, it was routine in Scarabia to have all of the students locked within their dorm rooms - hence the reason as to why the concept was foreign to both Grim and (Y/N) as the two of them never felt the need to lock their doors at night (though Azul did while (Y/N) had lived in Octavinelle for security purposes - but he would never tell her to begin with.)

True to his word, Azul started sniffing around straight away, using Jade to talk to Kalim while he and Floyd distracted Jamil with a game of mancala.

“It was just as you expected, I’m afraid,” Jade answered, placing his hands behind his back as he gave his report, “It’s very likely that Kalim is being magically mind-controlled to make him act out erratically.”

“That would explain the sea otter’s rapid changes in behavior,” Floyd nodded in agreement.

“But how is that even possible?” Grim asked.

“Grim, that’s like asking how you can stomach twenty cans of tuna in twenty minutes,” (Y/N) answered, looking toward the trio, “I’m assuming it’s similar to your ultimate magic, Jade.”

“To an extent, yes,” Jade nodded in agreement, “The closest you might get would be with Ruggie’s ‘Laugh with Me.’ That ultimate magic allows Ruggie to manipulate a person’s body to do what he wants them to. There’s also hypnosis magic that works in the same sense, but it takes control of a target’s mind and requires a far higher degree of skill and power. Very few mages are even capable of using it because of the amount of skill required to even cast it.”

“You gotta have skills and power on par with Azul for that,” Floyd added.

“But even I would be hard-pressed to control living creatures with their own egos like humans,” Azul argued, “I still prefer to give them the chance to think it over before signing one of my deals.”

“But I doubt anyone in Scarabia is half as good as you, Azul,” Grim piped up, “Even Kalim’s big signature is just a glorified waterspout…”

“Grim, ‘Oasis Maker’ is a very talented frame of magic,” (Y/N) sighed, looking at the others, “Though, I do agree… even Jamil’s score levels are relatively average on the school’s grading scale.”

“I wouldn’t be too hasty to make assumptions,” Azul chidded, “There’s an old saying in the sea that we have in the sea which states ‘a clever hawk hides its talons.’”

“So the brings us to the big question, who’s controllin’ sea otter and why?” Floyd asked.

“I’m afraid I won’t be much help there,” Jade shook his head, “I couldn’t get any answers from him.”

“Speaking of which,” (Y/n) asked suddenly, “What exactly… does your signature spell do?”

“Oh? Have you seen it before?” Grim asked curiously.

“Only once - I think we had a patron at the lounge that was behaving quite, um… indecently?” you admit, “It was like he suddenly just spilled what was on his mind as soon as Jade got close to him.”

Jade sighs, “My unique magic is one that would make most people guarded around me if they knew what it did, specifically - I’m not a fan of revealing it, but (Y/n) hit it pretty hard on the nose. It’s called ‘Shock the Heart’ - it allows me to force the truth out of a target that might be hiding something. The drawback is that the spell can only be used once on a target - once I use it, I can’t use it on them again, and it only works on those with a weak mental vulnerability or loosely guarded minds. Those like Azul who are weary, or have high resistance to magic, are effective against the spell - hence my signature spell is very limited in scope.”

“It works great on guys cowerin’ in fear or bawlin’ like babies,” Floyd grinned, showing off his row of sharp teeth.

“The way those two smile scare the daylights outta me,” Grim looked at you, “I still can’t believe you lived with these three for three months!”

“They’re not that bad,” you mumble under your breath, “...mostly.”

Azul coughed, “Jade, what were you able to find out? If anything?”

“Kalim’s always been the type to open up to others - it’s one of the reasons why he was selected to be the headwarden. Thus, my spell worked on him flawlessly - however, when I asked him if he knew the name of the student using hypnosis magic on him and if he would tell me, he claimed that he must never tell anyone. He made some sort of promise to this student long ago, so he couldn’t reveal it.”

“Oh how hysterical!” Azul snorted, “Your signature spell was thwarted by Kalim’s strength of character!”

“It would seem that way,” Jade admitted.

“And here I thought the sea otter would sing like a canary,” Floyd hit his hand over his forehead, “Just when you think you know a guy!”

“...I would assume that it’s a promise he keeps close to his heart,” you think out loud.

Azul looks at you, eyes widening, “(Y/N)! You genius angelfish! That’s it!”

“What’s it?” you ask.

“I have an idea,” Azul answered, “I have a hunch at who our little serpent schemer is… and how to pull him out of hiding, but first - Floyd, I’ll need your help.”

“My help?” Floyd looked flabbergasted.

“Yes, I need to borrow your signature spell.”

Jade, Floyd, Grim, and you blinked in surprise.

“Azul, pardon me for asking,” Jade spoke after a moment of stunned silence, “but why in the world are you asking for Floyd’s ‘Bind the Heart’?”

“Because I intend on using myself as bait,” Azul answered.

“Azul! You can’t!” you could contain yourself at the thought of Azul stepping in harm’s way.

“(Y/n), listen to me,” Azul took your hand, “This won’t be like the last time, I promise. I’m one of the strongest mages here right now, so I have to do this. Floyd’s ‘Bind the Heart’ will allow me the protection from hypnosis when we have to face off against our little viper. I don’t intend on him gaining control over anyone any longer - not even you.”

“I hate to admit it, but Azul is right,” Floyd answered, scratching the back of his head, “As much as I hate to admit, it would give us an advantage as well.”

“What do you mean, Floyd?” Jade asked.

“I’m always goin’ off about how great my signature spell is an’ showin’ it,” Floyd shrugged his shoulder, “So, if I swap something with Azul an’ give him my signature spell - no one will know that he has it, least of all our target.”

“But you’ll have to feign ignorance, all of you,” Azul answered, “If you can’t, this trap won’t work - this is the one shot we have.”

“Alright, though I’m not really seeing where this is going…” Grim sighed, resting his paws on his hips.

“You will eventually, Grim,” Azul answered, “Now, Floyd. Are you ready? I’ll give you something that will be an adequate replacement for the time being.”

“Sure, octy - whenever you’re ready.”

“How many times must I…? Never mind.”

Azul closed his eyes and took a deep breath as magic began to gather around him.

“The song ceases, the sun sets… I extend my benevolent hand to you poor unfortunate souls… Now, to business! It’s a Deal!”

***

Azul always knew how to practice patience - it was something he learned over the years during his searches for his soulmate. He may have been desperate during his childhood years, searching every day and night for that special someone that was destined to stay by his side, but that didn’t change the fact that he was preparing for this moment specifically.

All day, Azul kept one eye on his target, watching them as he, Floyd, and Jade began to slowly rile him up with their constant assistance toward Kalim - helping the Scarabia housewarden with memorization spells, training routines, and homework that had been assigned over the holiday weekend, keeping him busy and away from the one person who was to be held responsible for the mess the dorm was now in. By mid-afternoon, the trap was set and Azul walked down the hall towards the kitchens with the suspect beside him.

“The students' completion rate for these assignments is up fifteen percent from yesterday,” Azul commented amicably, “Those are some statistically significant results, in my opinion. Believe it or not, (Y/N) and Grim both told me that Kalim was going through some rough patches, his mood swings pretty drastic - even compared to Floyd’s… but he’s been acting pretty calm since we arrived. Isn’t it wonderful that Kalim’s regained the faith of Scarabia’s students, Jamil?”

“...No. No, it isn’t,” Jamil hissed quietly.

“It’s not?” Azul feigned surprise.

“No offense, but I can’t let you people stay in Scarabia any longer,” Jamil stopped and glared at Azul hard, “It’s time you went back under the sea.”

‘Got you,’ Azul thought before asking, “Where did this come from, Jamil? Have I done something to offend you?”

“...You made eye contact with me. Fool,” Jamil’s wicked grin spread across his features, “The one you behold is your master. When I ask you a question, you will answer. When I give you a command, you will assent. Snake Whisper.”

Azul felt the magic coiling around him, a small murmur of ‘Bind the Heart’ rejected the magic - now… it was time to play.

Azul feigned pain until he could see you and Jade hiding out of the corner of his eye, making sure that the two of you could see everything - his cell phone held securely in Jade’s grip as the stream began. He feigned falling into Jamil’s magic, opening his eyes to reveal Jamil’s control over his mind and body. He slightly slumped his shoulders, giving the illusion that he was no longer in control.

As he did so, Jamil began to rant - playing right into the octomer’s hands

“Because of you, all my carefully laid plans have gone up in smoke! All I needed was a little more nudging from those two dimwits and the students would’ve kicked Kalim out,” Jamil growled, “Do you have any idea how much painstaking effort I put into laying the groundwork for that?”

Azul did not respond, though he wanted to give a few choice words to Jamil about calling his sweet angelfish a ‘dimwit’ - but he would have to wait for that.

“Azul - you returned all your contractually stolen powers back to their rightful owners recently, right?” Jamil asked suddenly.

“Yes, master,” Azul responded, thinking, ‘Where are you going with… ah, I see…’

“Tch. So much for using you as my own personal genie of the lamp,” Jamil scoffed, reaching up and rubbing his chin, “Your unique magic is quite a valuable asset… but it would be hard to keep you controlled long-term.”

“Master,” Azul’s voice spoke up, “I remember the contents of the contracts.”

“What?” Jamil looked at Azul in surprise.

“I remember all the secrets of the people I made contracts with - their troubles, their weakness, their desires.”

“What a… twisted collection. I see I made the right choice not to make friends with you,” Jamil smiled cruelly, “Tell me, does this intellectual cache of yours include the headmage’s secrets?”

Azul grinned internally, baiting Jamil even more, “Of course, master. I know one thing he would never want others to learn. Do you wish to know his secret?”

“Oh, abso-lutely!” Jamil’s smile broadened, “Once I have the headmage’s weakness in my grasp, I’ll finally be free. I’ll kick Kalim out of school and become Scarabia’s housewarden myself!”

“... And there we have it.”

Azul watched, a knowing smirk appearing on his face as Jamil whipped around to face Jade, his face contorted in confusion.

“So you finally show your true colors!” Grim pressed his paws onto his hips as he glared up at Jamil from between you and Jade, “I bet you thought you were real slick, pullin’ the wool over our eyes!”

“H-how… how much..?”

“All of it,” you answered, “Start to finish.”

“And live streamed to the world from Azul’s smartphone,” Jade waved the phone at Jamil as footsteps entered the hallway with many Scarabia students appearing, “Azul’s Magicam livestream presently had five thousand active viewers. It’s currently trending under the topic: ‘A Certain Magicians’ School’s Dirty Little Secret’.”

Voices began echoing around Jamil, the students of the Scarabia dorm demanding to know the truth and why Jamil - their own vice warden - would deceive them.

“Y-you… you’ve got it all wrong!” Jamil shouted, his fear and apprehensiveness growing.

“Don’t even try to talk your way out of this one,” Jade folded his arms across his chest, “The mind control magic you used on Azul is hard evidence.”

Everyone looked at Azul - who kept his silent slumped state, continuing to pretend to be under Jamil’s magic still.

“Jamil, it’s been you all along,” Jade continued, pulling everyone’s attention back to him, “You’ve been using your signature spell on Kalim and making him throw Scarabia into chaos!”

Jamil tsked, smearing, “I was trying to avoid escalating matters, but you leave me no choice - Azul, I command you! Subdue and restrain them all!”

“Yes, master,” Azul answered, taking a step forward.

You took a step back with Jade, Grim darting behind you as you looked at Azul pleading, momentarily forgetting that Azul wasn’t really under Jamil’s power, “Azul, no. You don’t want to do this. Please! Snap out of it!”

“Pleading with him won’t help you, (Y/N)!” Jamil laughed, “He’s my loyal minion now.”

‘And… now,’ Azul took another step forward, before spinning around and pointing his cane at Jamil, “You wish I was.”

“What?!”

Azul looked over his shoulder and winked at you, relieved to see your smile as he turned his attention back toward Jamil, “You told me the funniest thing earlier - allow me to return the favor. You think I’m an arrogant mage, but you were sorely mistaken. An embarrassing misjudgment for the vice warden of Scarabia - the dorm that is supposed to embody the spirit of mindfulness.”

“I know I made eye contact with you! I had you in my control!”

“Please, I’m a competent mage and you know it,” Azul frowned, keeping his cane pointed at Jamil, “I always prepare for the eventualities before I act - right Floyd?”

“I think you let your guard down a little too soon there, sea snake,” Floyd appeared, his voice sounding more baritone than before - almost like a tuba was speaking.

Azul snickered softly as your eyebrows raised up into your hairline, “That’s… what you exchanged with Floyd for his signature spell?”

“Pretty cool, huh?” Floyd said with a grin.

“Shall I explain it?” Azul asked, keeping his focus on Jamil, “In exchange for a vocal adjustment, Floyd gave me his unique magic, ‘Bind the Heart’ - it jams or blocks an opponent’s magic and diverts it elsewhere. Hence - I used it to evade your mind spell, then pretended to be in your hold and got you to spill your intentions while you gloated.”

Jamil gritted his teeth, glaring at them as Kalim appeared, the housewarden asking politely to tell him that it was true, that Jamil would never do anything like that, that it was just blackout spells because of how tired he was. But the silence from the vice warden was short-lived.

Azul felt you stiffen beside him, your hand suddenly gripping Azul’s overcoat, “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”

You met his gaze and Azul knew.

An overblot was approaching.

He turned to Jade and Floyd, “Jade, Floyd, ready yourselves.”

“The one you behold is your master… When I ask you a question, you will answer. When I give you a command, you will assent! Snake Whisper!”

At Jamil’s command, the Scarabia dorm turned on its guests and its headwarden.

Azul was quick to pull you and Grim behind him as a shield of water protected the three of you from a rain of fire, “Mediocre, nothing! He’s easily one of the top mages in the entire school - to say nothing of Scarabia.”

Floyd grumbled, “I keep squeezin’ em but they keep gettin’ back up - are they zombies or somethin’?”

“That’s just part of ‘Snake Whisper’,” you explain, as if your eyes are seeing the internal workings of the spell, “It forces a target to continue to obey the commands - like a puppet on a string. Even though they might feel pain and are internally trying to avoid as well as fight the spell, their minds and bodies are not completely their own anymore.”

“Jamil! Please stop!” Kalim begged as he blocked an attack, “You can have what you want! You can be the housewarden! I’ll go home to my family!”

“What? You thought that would work? My spell won’t be broken so easily,” Jamil snickered as black ink and heavy energy surrounded him, “Not as long as you exist in this world… Kalim.”

“Jamil! You’re courting danger!” Jade begged, eyes widening, “If you keep using your signature spell, you’ll exceed you blot tolerance-”

“SHUT UP AND DON’T ORDER ME AROUND!”

The air became heavy as a dark shadow came over Scarabia. Azul pulled you closer as several dark shapes began to shift - the housewarden of Octavinelle watching in horror as a creature appeared before them. Hovering above the ground in ancient Viziar garb of black and red was Jamil, cloaked in darkness with hair that now took on the shapes of small black vipers - a dark shadow that took on the form of a dark genie hovering behind him, as if awaiting his command.

“He’s overblotted!” Azul gritted his teeth, “The negative energy is swelling up… Everyone! Steel yourselves!”

“I have no need for an incompetent king or a con artist,” the twisted voice of Jamil spoke, “Your personality flaws give me ADEQUATE cause… to send you packing on a one-way trip to the ends of the earth! So long! Ex-Housewarden Kalim! A-hahahahaha!”

The next thing Azul knew, he was airborne.

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bingbongsupremacy · 10 months

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How To Kiss Pt. 2

Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

Warnings: Drug Use

Summary: While at a party, you run into the girl who was once your best friend.

Also Joel works at an Auto Shop in this.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

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I'd heard the rumors. Joel and Ellie were moving back. They bought Mr. Hoagans' old auto shop. Sarah had passed and they needed to get out of the city.

But those were rumors. Rumors aren't true.

Most of the time.

They started back in July and for the most part, died down.

" Here put this on. " Dina shoves a silky top in my direction.

" Fuck no. I'm already going to Ian's stupid party. I don't want to ruin a good shirt with booze or god knows what. " I refuse.

" You'll look hot. " Dina protests. " And I promise it won't get ruined. "

I let out a frustrated groan, flopping back onto my bed. Dina's been pressuring me into going to this party for weeks. " Fuck, fine. I'm not wearing fucking heels though. " I warn.

Dina grins. " Don't worry, I wouldn't torture you that much. "

By the time we finish getting ready, we're half an hour late to the party. Majority of the street is filled with the cars of people attention the party. Drunk college students filter in and out of the building.

Dina squeezes my shoulder in excitement. " I'm gonna go find Jesse. get me a drink, will ya? " She leaves before I have room to protest.

Great.

I squeeze my way through the hallway towards the kitchen. I grab a couple cans of beer and wait for Dina.

Twenty minutes later Dina's still no where to be found.

She fucking forgot me.

I contemplate leaving, quickly realizing Dina drove here. Fuck.

I make my way to the porch. I need some air. This is going to be a long night.

I open the sliding glass door, a cool breeze quickly brushing against me. I let out a deep breath. I shouldn't have come here tonight. What did I think was going to happen? I haven't been to one of these in years? I don't know anyone here besides Dina and Jesse.

" I thought I saw you. " A voice says from my left.

I jump, startled by the sudden noise.

The moon shines on the person just enough for me to see their face. Ellie.

" Ellie? "

" Y/N. "

A slightly uncomfortable feeling runs up my body. What the fuck am I supposed to say to her? Hi? How are you? How was fucking Boston?

" You haven't changed a bit. " Ellie's eyes wander up my figure. Her hand moves to her mouth and I notice the familiar shape of a joint.

" Wish I could say the same. " I mutter while eyeing her arm tattoo.

Ellie lets out a small chuckle. " Yeah. I guess I have changed a bit. " Ellie shifts out of shadows and further into the moonlight.

She's wearing a white tank top and her signature flannel. The cuffs of her flannel shirt are folded up, exposing her tattoo and some of her muscles.

Her face is much more defined than a few years ago.

She holds out the joint.

I carefully accept it. Tonight can't get any more fucked, right? Maybe this'll help.

We stand silently, passing the joint back and forth.

A sense of nostalgia floods my memories. The first time we discovered weed, I'd stolen a joint from my older sister. We'd snuck out of Joel's house in the middle of the night to smoke in the back yard. Neither of us had ever smoked before and immediately ended up choking on the smoke.

Eventually we got the hang of it. Somehow Ellie always managed to snag some weed from god knows where. It became part of our ritual on Fridays. At 12-1 we'd sneak out of the house to smoke. We never got caught.

Usually there was a lot more talking involved.

Should I ask Ellie about what happened between us? About why she stopped calling?

Deciding against it, I just stand back and enjoy the moment.

" I missed you. " I whisper quietly.

Ellie's quiet for a moment. I almost wonder if she didn't hear me.

" I missed you too. " She replies quietly.

I glance over at her. Her eyes are trained straight ahead on the trees as she takes another drag.

Maybe I should ask her?

Before I get the opportunity, the door opens. A group of rowdy boys squeezes their way through us.

I look up, preparing to talk to Ellie again when I notice she's gone. I glance inside the kitchen to see her making her way through the hallway, abandoning me once again.

#fanfiction #fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x you #ellie x you #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x female reader #ellie tlou #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader

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sageheartwriting · 1 year

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Virgil Hawkins (YJ Static Shock) x Artist! GN! Reader

Author's note: First time writing something on tumblr! I just love YJ minor characters so much but there's like not much content SO I'm feeding myself and if you'd like to send in requests that's fine too! Tell me if there's anything that I can improve on!!

Story: Virgil breaks his old skateboard and gets a new one. (name) offers to doodle some stuff on it and stuff ensues. (This is more fluff than anything romantic I think, tell me if it's bad haha)

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Virgil whisked through crowds of people, music blaring through his headphones. He weaved through the streets, the wheels of his skateboard scraping along the floor.

"Shit, shit, shit! I'm so gonna be late...!" Virgil grumbled as he peeked at his phone. In that moment of his absent-mindedness, he bumped into a person and...accidentally stepped on his skateboard.

Unsurprisingly, he showed up late.

(Name) sat idly at the table, scrolling through their phone with a neutral expression, occasionally scribbling down sketches down on a small notebook. Virgil pushed open the door of the coffee shop, his signature skateboard and chirpy attitude absent for once.

"It's rude to make a friend wait, y'know."

(Name) looked up with a smug smirk, teasingly mocking his late appearance. They cocked an eyebrow at the dread-head, suddenly noticing his saddened expression. Virgil sat down opposite (name), eyebrows wrinkling into a frown (which they found cute).

"Ugh, I'm real sorry. I know we wanted to meet up and talk and stuff, so I actually wanted to come earlier! Ah, just my luck. My skateboard broke so I had to walk the rest of the way...sorry, man." He whisper-yelled in frustration at his own misfortune.

(Name) nodded and took a sip of their drink. "That's fine." They looked up to smile at him, flashing their teeth in a charming smile. "Maybe you should get a new one? Actually...when you do...can I..can I doodle on it?" (Name)'s eyes lit up at the idea that suddenly came to mind.

The pair soon found themselves in Virgil's room, seated on the floor with a brand new shiny skateboard, waiting to be decorated in colourful neon markers. (Name) took out their sketchbook - full of small doodles - and their phone - full of reference images - and went to work.

Virgil watched as (Name) got in 'the zone', completely immersing themselves in the moment. They held up a picture of a cute puppy. "Can I draw this?" They asked, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. He could feel his chest tighten from (name)'s adorable actions.

"Sure. But why that?" He leaned back, giving them full creative freedom over the design of his skateboard.

"It's cute. It reminds me of you." (Name) spoke with zero hesitation.

Virgil's face flushed and he sat back up straight, leaning in closer to hear better. "S-sorry, what?" He tried to cover up his embarrassment. Surely, they didn't mean that...he just heard wrong! Right?

(Name)'s face reddened as they slowly realised what they said, and their hands stopped abruptly.

"Um...I...I said it's cute! Yeah! It's cute." (Name) also shook it off.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense and Virgil realised just how close his face was to theirs.

"Tell me the truth...please..?"

(Name) gulped and bit on the inside of their cheeks. Sure, Virgil was a nice guy...and his jokes was always the highlight of their conversations...and was just a joy to have around...

"Hey-you're getting really red...are you okay?" Virgil grabbed (name) by the shoulders, shaking them lightly. (Name) snapped out of their trance, staring back at him. "H-huh? What did you ask? I forgot." (Name) lied, eyes darting around the room in nervousness.

"What about the puppy that reminds you of me?" He asked.

Alright, time to rip off the band-aid.

"It's..." (Name) sucked in a deep breath. "It's cute like you."

They both sat there for a while in silence, before bursting into laughter. Virgil slapped his knee. "You're kidding!"

"No, I mean, yes. I mean it." (Name) regained composure, sitting upright to look at him properly. "I think...I...I think you're cute, Virgil." The feeling of something cold spreading along (Name)'s sock alerted them and they looked down.

"Oh, shit. I left the marker uncapped."

#virgil hawkins x reader #young justice imagine #young justice #static shock x reader #static shock #virgil hawkins #x reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader

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moniheartsluffy · 8 months

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THICKER THAN BLOOD

PART ONE : misses on a mission!

content warning: fluff(?), profanity usage, platonic use of pet names (sunny, my girl, etc), not really proofread so beware of grammar mistakes…BLACK!FEM!READER

synopsis: the uzui’s get requested for a infiltration mission but this may be more than what they bargained for…

characters: tengen, makio, hinatsuru, and suma.

notes: this does contain some modern aspects that have been intertwined with the past of the taisho era…so just roll with it. also lowercase is intended.

[before the infiltrating the yoshiwara district]

in your eyes this was a normal day, waking up to makio yelling at suma who accidentally knocked something over or whatever happened…you were just exhausted.

‘hell, ion blame her, it’s 7 in the morning on our day off.’ you thought to yourself as you walked from out of your room to the main living room. hina was the first to notice when you walked in, makio and suma still in the midst of arguing.

“good morning [name]! hope you slept well.” she said with a small apologetic smile.

“morning hina.” you say letting out a yawn which, surprisingly, caught the attention of the other two women in the room.

“oh, good morning sunny!” suma says smiling with a pillow in her hand to block whatever makio was trying to throw at her.

“hi [name]...sorry for waking you.” makio says in an apologetic tone.

“let’s go get you some breakfast. mmkay?” hinatsuru says with her signature smile.

“yeah, sound nice. you guys should come too, i’m pretty sure you’re hungry.” i say trying to discreetly diffuse the situation going on in the living room. the four of us went into the kitchen to make breakfast. the calm atmosphere allowed my brain to fully awaken and think for a moment. i let my thoughts run wild while mixing up the dough and then realize someone was missing…

“where’s tengen?” i ask the three woman. ‘i know his supersonic hearing ass ain’t sleep.’ you thought to yourself.

“he went to meet with master. he should be back shortly.” makio stated while focusing on her task.

you hummed in satisfaction at her response, soon enough breakfast was ready and tengen eventually returned. although, he seemed a bit off but it’s tengen…nothings ever normal with him. you just decide to brush it off for now trying to focus on other morning task. it wasn’t until you finished helping makio clean the kitchen when something dawned upon you…

‘i haven’t washed my hair in three weeks fuckin round wit tengen ass.’ you thought as you excused yourself from the older woman’s presence, he thought it would be good bonding to slay demons together, honestly you thought it was a good idea but for THREE weeks straight??!! hell nah. migrating to the bathroom to start washing your hair, by the grace of god the process seemed easier than normal and you were done rather quickly.

(ah shit sum bouta happen..)

you were then sitting on the floor, in front of a mirror with various hair products spread around you. after about 45 minutes of doing 2 different hairstyles which didn’t work out, you reasoned with putting your hair in one puff and swooping your edges.

(mood asf)

walking out into the living room you find the four adults staring at you. they then motion you to come sit down so they can explain what’s going on. skeptically you do as your asked and sit down.

“please don’t tell me you pissed off shinazugawa again.”

“HUH? if i did then he had it coming!”

“can you focus on what we’re supposed to be talking to her about.”

oh right, he almost forgot. he didn’t wanna tell you but he had to, he wanted you to know, you needed to know. as he was explaining everything, himself and the wives watched as your face contorted, indicating that you wanted to make a comment, but you held your tongue in order to hear the whole story.

(why did i make that so dramatic like it’s not that serious.)

“so you’re tellin me that master wants us to infiltrate the red light district because of the girls disappearing too often..?” you say looking up at the white haired man trying to make sense of the situation.

“yes, we suspect a demon is hiding amongst them. master requested for us specifically because of our previous background.” tengen stated calmly.

he learned that infiltration missions made you nervous. the lack of info and the endless amount of ‘what if’s’, it was easier to have a foundation of what you were dealing with but you wouldn’t know until you got there. it could be one of the 12 kizuki or a demon close in power, then there was the possibility of multiple demons working together, not to mention that this could be the last mission for all of you. as you were lost in thought, you barely heard tengen calling out to you trying to retrieve an answer.

“yo..[name]!” he said damn near yelling.

“damnit. yes?” you said looking over at him.

“you in or..?” he looked at you with a seemingly blank expression.

“sure am.” you said as a toothy grin made its way onto your face.

“that’s my girl.” tengen replied with a similar grin now on his face.

this is lowkey ass but it’s been sitting in the drafts for TOO LONG!! if you (somehow) did enjoy then thanks for reading!!

#letmebeyourwoman😫💗#black y/n #demon slayer x black!reader #kimetsu no yaiba #x black!reader #x black reader #demon slayer #kny tengen #kimetsu no yaiba tengen #platonic tengen x black!reader #tengen uzui #uzui makio #uzui hinatsuru #uzui suma #the red light district arc #demon slayer entertainment district

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a return to square 1

now that we’ve all been thoroughly blasted by the Rise movie I can take another stab at being more thoughtful in designing Venus for Rise.

first, a refresher:

supplementary doodles: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

just gonna go full AU divergence, let whoever Big Mama’s Assistant be whoever (after thinking it over, it does sorta seem to more likely it’s Jennika), still gonna keep her start as an initiate, acolyte-adjacent, monk-ish kid running around in the Hidden City, ward to the crow yokai who adopted her as a foundling.

We never saw who Draxum’s bodyguard was, they were alluded to during a crew discussion only (unless I missed a design reveal somewhere). in the same vein that me and a bunch of others I’ve seen that think Assistant is Jennika based... pretty much on those claws at the end of her hands, then the bodyguard could be mostly likely be Venus. i’m basing that theory on the very very VERY scant information we have from the show, 1) Draxum is adept at the mystic arts from magical item manipulation to summoning to.... I dunno, what do you call it when he set up the memory dive into Splinter’s mind? he can draw magic circles and operate them as seen when he had to move the boys to another memory.

2) dude wears Venus’ signature cyan post-team switch, can’t scream foreshadowing louder than that

3) Draxum straight up opens a portal to another plane to let the Hamatos go in and snatch up sword!Karai, original Venus taught the boys how to dreamwalk and guided them through a dream plane, ehh? ehhhhhh? *eyebrow waggle*

4) to me, the most record scratch, eyebrow quirking part: he uses armored bees just as Venus did in the original Next Mutation show. Venus’ armored bees and Draxum’s both were used to ensnare and trap opponents. though to concede, Venus’ exploded into a sticky goo, Draxum’s apparently auto-dug into the ground and sprouted as vines

the trip up for me in designing is what exactly “Draxum’s bodyguard” means. the first time I thought about it I had imagined as Draxum taking a younger Venus under his wing, teaching her (give or take realizing she was one of his anti-humanity soldier experiments), becoming his protege of sorts, prrrobably committed to his cause, becoming adept enough in both her mystic and physical prowess and takes it upon herself to protect him.. just real wuxia tropey about it.

but like... Draxum’s cool with hiring muscle, re: Garm and Freki so why wouldn’t he also just hire a bodyguard. it would make more sense this way but it depends on some characterization I’m shaky on for Draxum. he believed in his cause enough to go to Optimus, Arcee and Megatron (I forgot what those giant head characters were called only that their VAs voiced those transformers sry kids) for support. after that, I thought that maybe he’d be a little more discerning about who he recruits to bolster his plans which would be a little more lenient to my original idea.

...

fuck it we ball au divergence, wuxia tropey protege > disciple > adamant protector pipeline it is.

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Bad Reputation part 3

Ghost/Soap

Soap nearly forgot that one of his old squads is about to stay for a longer time at home base. Loving all the attention he gets from Ghost, slowly building up the courage to push it a bit further, to kiss Ghost. But he is pulled back to the cold ground of realty quickly. The two months gave him so much confidence, but Price ones again asked him shat the 141 can do to help him, when the old squad is coming at the end of next week. What makes thinks even worse is that Ghost is on a solo mission, with a maximum duration of a month. Its also clear that Gaz is now in the known because he told him they can always shit talk about his old squad if he needs to. But this shouldn't be a problem with Ghsot not being here, there is no predenting needed. What to do if Ghost is back is future Soaps problem, he will figure it out eventually. And still he starts to sleep like shit, a constant feeling of dread becoming is constant companion and Ghost wasn't there to ground him with his calm presence. Thinks got a littel bit better when one of Ghost hoodies accidently ends up with his freshly washed cloths. Lieutenant Riley written on its back and well if Soap sleeps in it that's between him and his insomnia. Littel does he know that Ghost purposefully dropped the piece of clothing in Soaps dirty laundry back.

When Ghost comes back from his mission Soap already fallen back in old patterns of trying to chat up woman as often as possibel to be clocked as straight by as much people as possible. He of course noticed the very small prude flag in Price pencil holder and Gaz told him every chance he can get he dont need to aggressively pretend to be straight that nobody has a problem with his sexuality in the 141. So when Ghost dead on his feet is returning after a exhausting mission in the middel of the night, he is not ready to do more then a quick debrief, dropping of his gear and falling into a half coma in his room. So Price giving him a folded piece of paper written read in the morning across is setting of his alarm bells. "Captain just tell me", Ghost yawns holding the paper in his hand to give backto Price. "Simon you're to tired for this, read the paper in the morning and come into my office", Price says to him in a hiden order and annoyed Ghost walks towards his room. He puts the paper next to his alarm clock before taking a quick shower and then dropping like a dead fish on his bed. He's so exhausted it's more a passing out then falling asleep. In the Morning he looked at the paper very confused, why, what god he has no idea. He opens the paper seeing Price handwritting and his heart drops at the content of the note.

Soap is in trouble will explain in my office

eat first

Ghost puts on a pair of sweatpants with the taskforce logo, his signatur balacalava and a Ghost hoddie on before he goes to the mess because Price will kick him out when he didnt had lunch like written on the stupid paper. God why didnt he said anythink yesterday, well he likely wouldn remeber it in the first place, so maybe Price had a point yesterday sending him off with out telling. The first wieder thing he notices when he enters the mess is that a lot of the femal privates are unsually tense and some even look revieled that hes back on base. Bad sign, then he notices 2 faces he never saw before here on base and how all the woman try to sit as far away as possible from these two. "Lieutnant Riley", one of the Privates he and Soap train greats him smiling looking stressed. "Whats going on Private", Ghost asks already in on the intel gathering about what changed while he was away. "Our guest are going on and they also make Sergant MacTavish act like a dirtbag, Sir." "How so?", he asks having problem to even to imagin Soap, the sunshine of the taskforce being a dirtbag. "They are well lets jsus say we are now free to conquer, Sir." The private turning very pale as she sees the rage in Ghost eyes burning. "I will make sure that MacTavish will apologise, Private." He needs all his will power to infact eat something and not running down Price ofice door.

Ghost is fuming the second he leaves the canteen ready to run down Price door because he wasent even away that long so what the fuck happen to Soap. He slames open the door walking in the office ready to demant answers. "So what all this games are about Price?", Ghost asks after kicking the door close. "On of the first squads Soap ever worked in is on our base and its causing a lot of problems Simon", Price answers gesturing for Ghost to sit down. The mask men sits down even removing his face covering looking worried. "So basicly most of the squads Soap ever served in gave him shit for being bisexuel and to prevent that he is flirting with woman left and right." Ghost mouth dropps open because wtf this is dumb. "Your joking right?", he asks the Captian for clarificating who is giving him a I wish face. Ghost makes a annoyed sound putting his mask back on before leaving the room. He will rib Soap a new one for that. "Hes at the shooting range with Gaz", Price shouts after him. His way to the shooting range was short, hes angry so fucking angry at everyone is doing their best to get away from him. A aura of rage radiating from him that makes everyone afrait their are the vitim of his wrath. He pushes the door open and the first private that sees him looks like hes about to die out of fear. "MacTavish!", Ghost shouts and everyone is moving their head towards the Scot. Soap dont dare to answer he never saw Ghost so fucking angry or that angry at him, so he wlaks slowly towards Ghost who wordlessly wlaks out the room again leaving Gaz alone. "Sergant Garrick, will Sergeant MacTavish be fine?", one private asks concerned. "I hope so", Gaz answer texting Price informing him what just happend. "I think I would just die if Lieutenant Riley is ever taht angry with me", a other private says getting agreement from everyone in the room besides Gaz.

They walk for a while till Ghost opens the door to a empty conference room. Soap thinks if he did anything before Ghost left that would cause the Lieutant to behaive like this. "Sssi?", he carefully stuttered after the door is closed. "Dont Si me, MacTavish", Ghost spits out, this is so dumb. "Of course Sir, Im sorry Sir." "I was told by a Private you're making the female Privates uncomfortable and this is me being nice here and you better have a good explanation for that." Soap sits on the big table looking at the floor ashamed. "I... I", he stammers causing Ghost to slam his fist on the table. "Yes, Sir", Soap answers he knew this would bite him in the ass. "Why?" "Because I... try to not get targed for being bi by an old squad I was part of. "Cant beleive Price told me the fucking truth, you know how dumb that sounds? God damit Soap I think its pretty clear we would not have a problem with that." Soaps cheek burn in shame he knows that but he cant help himself falling back in old patterns. "Who?" "What?" "Who are the people giving you shit?" "Captian Rogers squad, Sir." Ghost nods at this before stepping closer to Soap, forcing him to look up. Seeing the shame in Soaps eyes before Soap trys to look away as good as possible. "Now listen very closly Soap, because I will only say it ones. I didnt flirt with you for weeks just for you to fucking pretend that never happend. Im fucking furious at you right now, because your so fuckign dumb and you know better then to harrasse Privates. You will apologies to them and if Captian Rogers teams give you any shit you tell me and it will be the last time they did. Do you understand?", the last part is a growl and it make blush Soap for very diffrent reasons. "Yes, Sir." "Good now I think you have to apollogies to some people." Ghost steps away but Soap dont stand up. "Soap!", Ghost growls not having the nerves for any more delay. "Did you really flirt with me?", Sopa asks sounding vulnerable and small not like the confided sometimes cocky Scot Ghost is used to. Ghost makes a anoyed sound before removing his mask and rolling up the bacalva so his month is free, before leaning down and kissing Soap. "Now go." Soap hurrys up to get back on his legs leaving the room.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare ii #john soap mactavish #ghost/soap #mw2

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bittercandysweetrain · 9 months

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Tokyo revenger’s x reader with mental illness. (Shinichiro PT1)

(so this isn't to romanticize mental illness it's just for others to feel included in such stories. this is how the TKR men would deal with it in a relationship how they help or add to problems and how they learn to grow with reader. it's for fun don't take it so serious so there will be warnings in each chapter if you don't want to read it don't it's totally fine. each character was carefully matched to certain illnesses. also don't forget some people may experience different things so it's not exactly a match for everyone. This chapter we’ll be starting with Shinichiro sano.)

Illness - Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder OCD for short along with having an Anxiety tic

Author's pov - Shinichiro, oh man was he really weak for women but there was one, in particular, he could not get out of his head. she was known as the weird girl in their part of the neighborhood. She did her best to keep to herself but with such older gossiping women she was the highlight of their days. Everyday she would stop by Shin’s Bike shop exactly at 3 pm. Shinchiro at first would watch her he never understood why she did what she did. she would walk in looking down at her feet and follow the same path counting steps. at first he was intrigued but since he couldn't find out what path she was following he just forgot about it. she became a regular and he was use to seeing her he even added some things such as candy and soda to since she never bought anything from the store. however that didn't matter because she didn't buy that either. Today was like any other day Y/n walked in the bell ring announcing she was there. Shinichiro leaned on the counter watching her she had always zigzagged around the bikes. despite there being a straight line to the register she started to the right and around the first bike. He saw this everyday, however one day after getting a huge order. some of the areas she would walk was taken up and she tripped going over one of the boxes. So he decided to rearrange the bike shop for her. to make it easier for her to walk around, which is what he thought he was doing. (y/n) went to take one step into the shop pausing when she noticed the bikes were no longer lined up how they use to be. there was a bigger space now and because the bikes were now long ways cutting off the areas she would usually walk through. the tools were moved as well hanging on the wall. "Hey (f/n)" Shinichiro waved at her with his signature sano smile. (y/n) sank her teeth into her lip the tile was off there was more pieces now visible. She followed the same route she usually did four tiles in three to the right. however that was gone it was now six tiles in four to the right. "why did you move everything" she asked staying where she was "Well Just trying something new." Shinichiro said "you shouldn't have changed it, it was better the other way I can help you change it back," she said, "I think it's fine like this." he said (f/n) had a sudden chill up her spine she turned her head to the side causing her to let out a soft groan almost sounding like a moan she then clicked her tongue. "Believe me it was better the other way," she said turning she went to leave the shop but couldn't. she had to do this she had to finish what she started. turning back around she went back into the shop she could do this she could walk the same route. Shinichiro watched her struggle to do the path she usually did but nothing stopped her from completing it even if she had to redo it five times.

(Y/n)'s pov - Before Shinichiro owned the bike shop it was a candy shop with tall shelves filled with every candy imaginable. As a little girl my father would bring me everyday after school at three o'clock. He would hold my hand and then we would go inside, I would follow the red diamonds on the floor in a specific pattern. in two diamonds stop then to the right follow the diamonds around the shelves. I never understood why my father brought me everyday but later it was because he seen how calm I was doing what I needed. years went by and when I was 13 the store closed. the first year was the hardest for me I kept finding myself going to the locked doors. I needed it, I needed to count my steps inside, But I couldn't do what I needed. My father told me I should change it so that I could do the same steps at the house the feet weren't the same it was much smaller the steps didn't add up. eventually something else took over it consumed my life! everyday I would wash my hands three times, lock and unlock the door six times, I would pace the room in a square around the bed eight times. My food couldn't touch I had a specific breakfast, lunch, and dinner everyday that could not change. even in school I would often be late for class for touching each door nob and counting the tiles. it calmed me to do so and if I couldn't it drove me insane I was aggravated and couldn't stop thinking about it. I think maybe that's why my mother left me and my dad. she wanted me to change she tried to force me to stop but I couldn’t. and he understood perfectly how breaking that schedule was too much for me. hell, he had his own thing going on I admit maybe I was too aggressive with my mother. but do you have any idea how hard it is when my sleep was consumed by the thought of how I might have messed up or miscounted? years would pass and nothing felt good anymore but one day I saw a flyer, the store was opening again. When I had heard about the shop opening I knew it was my chance to fix that mistake I might have made years ago, but when I walked into the shop the diamond tiles were gone. It pissed me off what the hell why would they remove them? they were perfect. luckily enough the placement of the bikes were exactly where the shelves stood. even if the red diamonds weren't there I could still picture them. Just like where the tools hung if I pictured it correctly it was a wall of candy. but when Shinichiro changed everything I was so aggrivated why, why did he have to go and do that to me!

Author's pov - Later that night after closing up Shinichiro left, heading home before it was late and he decided to stop by a nearby restaurant to get a meal. ordering his food he stood in line waiting when his phone suddenly rang. answering it he could hear an unknown man's voice "Shinichiro sano?" the man asked "yes?" he answered, "This is Police officer Jin we got a call your alarm system went off it seems someone had broken into your shop." he said Shinichiro's eyes widen "I'm down the street I will be there in a minute." he said rushing out of the shop he hurried down the street in his flip flops it took him about fifteen minutes to even get there taking a breath as he slowly walked up to the police. (Y/n) sat in the back of the police car her head laying against the window as she stared at the shop. Shinichiro slowly walked up to the car tapping on the window the cop opened the door pulling (y/n) out. "(y/n)? what are you doing going in the shop after hours?" he asked (y/n) looked down "can you put everything back" she asked "the way it was please, I was going to do it myself but the alarm it went off" she said, "why?" Shinichiro questioned "It's hard to explain but ever since I was little that shop has been a certain why. when you changed it, I couldn't sleep I needed it back the way it was I know it sounds weird but Imagine having a stain on your shirt, and no matter how many times you scrub it doesn't come off. every day you worry about how you look wearing that shirt so you buy a new one and it has the same stain except you buy this magic eraser and suddenly when you wipe it the stain comes off. but the stain only wears off for so long before you need to use the eraser again that is what it is like for me every day." she said "I'm sorry" she said, Shinichiro didn't understand but he knew if he talked to her more he could get a better idea of what it was like for her. He looked at the cop "I know her it's okay to let her go." he said, "are you sure?" Officer jin asked "yeah I am" he said Officer jin undid the cuffs "how about we go inside and talk.” y/n nodded in agreement as she followed him into the shop.

#mental illness #sad #romance #Tokyo Revengers #shinichiro x reader

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magentagalaxies · 11 months

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4, 6, 11, 40

(jsyk you sent me these numbers for a completely different ask game that i forgot about but i'm using them for the ask game i just reblogged bc dammit i wanna talk about music lmao)

4. Is there a song you love but don't like its music video?

tbh i don't watch music videos a lot, so most songs i like either i don't know the music video, think the music video was "just okay", or actively like the music video. however if i could just platform my younger self for a minute, i remember back when i was super into melanie martinez in like 2015/2016 i came up with my own idea for the mrs potato head music video and i got so mad when the official music video came out that i fully stopped listening to her music for years lmao i still think my concept was better.

6. Who's an artist you really like but are embarrassed to admit it?

the first one that comes to mind is ajr. like tbh every single criticism people have of their music is 100% correct but also neotheater came out at the exact moment for me to be earnestly emotionally connected to it so i'm always gonna love it even if i roll my eyes at some of the songs. however tbh i don't listen to their other albums as much anymore

ok fuck it i feel the need to rant about ok orchestra bc i have a LOT of opinions. this is going to be such a tangent but when will i get this opportunity again? anyway

brief intermission as i rant about an album i haven't listened to in years

one thing i actually love that ajr does is how most of their albums start with an overture mashup of most of the album's main motifs, blending them together and sometimes doing a variation with different time signatures. the only thing i love more than this that they do is how big and grand their closing songs are. take the click: we get a full overture as the beginning, and the final song "come hang out" feels like a finale. the bridge switching to 3/4 in an otherwise 4/4 song??? the conflict of going after your passions while sacrificing your relationships despite the other person having different priorities embodied in the backup singers??? idc if ajr is cringy it's a well made song.

now, notably neotheater does not follow this formula. it starts straight in with "next up forever," but this is actually the best move since next up forever is a near perfect album opener. is it a near perfect song? oh god no. my 16-year-old self thought it was for sure, but relistening now there's a few lyrics where i'm like "jfc why are they like this." but for now lyricism doesn't matter bc no matter what you think about ajr's lyrics, their composition is what i'm focusing on and it's generally pretty good. next up forever contains choir vocals a la a vintage disney movie, a slow build before exploding into a drum beat channeling the anxiety and anticipation the song is focused on. a lot of the themes (both lyrical and musical) are present in all the other songs on this album, so despite not being an overture in the traditional sense it perfectly balances giving us a taste of what's to come while also standing on its own as a song you can listen to separate from the full album context. but most importantly, it coheres with the final song so fucking well. the last song on the album "finale (can't wait to see what you do next)" continues this exact same theme, with the most similar instrumentation to the album opener out of this set of song, while still distinctly standing on its own. it genuinely feels like this album was a full exploration of standing on the precipice of your career, and the singer reaches a moment of clarity on the last lines of the song. seriously, i'm embarrassed to admit i still get chills from "if it's my final album / and if i am forgotten / i hope i made you smile / that's all i ever wanted"

(ngl i honestly kind of wish this was ajr's final album bc what a note to go out on. also bc this was the last time i was in the exact space in my life where i could 100% unironically feel seen in an ajr album)

but then we have ok orchestra: the much anticipated follow-up to neotheater. we get the return of an overture, mixing together some of the biggest hits on the album (of course it helps that the chorus of "bang bang bang" and "way less sad" are basically the same). idk, maybe it's just because i grew out of my ajr phase by the time this was released and was still in denial about it, but something about this overture just doesn't hit. it doesn't feel as much like it exists for a reason as the click's overture. the click substantially modified these songs' tempo/time signature to fit together, and by starting with the simple metronome (the titular click) and the repeated calls of "come hang out, don't you leave us behind" it immediately gives us the thesis statement of the album, what it's all trying to say. ok orchestra just,,, doesn't do that??? it's like ok cool the songs fit together and i'm gonna hear longer versions soon. what about it.

but that doesn't say anything about the main reason i don't like this album: christmas in june. after 2 great album closers, a lot is resting on the final song of this album to put it all in perspective and make sure it coheres, and christmas in june just doesn't do that. there's no sense of finality, no deeper focus on the central theme of the album (which is????). and ok. christmas in june is a fine song, i get the message of it (trying to balance the pursuit of success in your art with your personal relationships) but WE'VE DONE THIS ALREADY. this is the whole point of come hang out, and it explored it with some great tension and interesting instrumentation!!! but compared to that song, christmas in june just feels very shallow. and the instrumentation definitely is the main reason for this. since i hadn't listened to the song in a while, i misremembered it as being acoustic bc it's so scaled back, but it's not acoustic. that would've at least been an artistic choice. it's just quiet. it does not feel like an album closer at all, it feels like a fine little variation in the middle tracks which might be referenced in the finale, which is coming any second now, right?

but tbh the lack of a satisfactory narrative conclusion and quieter production don't inherently make it a bad song. i mean, let's compare this to bleachers' most recent album closer "what do i do with all this faith?" while the previous two bleachers albums contained an interlude called "i'm ready to move on" which led us directly into their finales, this album isn't ready to move on. and sure, this is probably my least favorite bleachers album of the three (tho tbh it's hard for anything to top strange desire and gone now), i still appreciate this (actually acoustic) ending a lot for its recognition that sometimes you don't get an ending to your emotional arc. it still fits sonically with the rest of the album (which is also generally scaled-back and guitar focused), and it fits thematically with the rest of the lyrics

but the thing that makes me dislike christmas in june most is that it doesn't commit to the bit. see, each ajr album has kind of a "gimmick" that ties it together. these gimmicks aren't present on every song, but they're present on the beginning and ending and several moments in between. "the click" had the integration of string sections with electronic music, which doesn't always work but is an interesting choice. neotheater has the aforementioned choir, as well as this general old musical feeling (side note doesn't birthday party sample fucking eraserhead???). what does ok orchestra have? the closest thing i can identify is pitch-shifting vocals, most notably on "the trick". generally i do not like it when this gimmick is implemented, and it's very telling that my favorite song from ok orchestra (and the only one i listened to in the past year) is 3 o'clock things, which feels like a holdover from neotheater thanks to its choir returning. but as much as i was annoyed by the pitch shifting, if they'd just stuck the landing and used it in the final song, it would have at least felt whole. but they never used it again. i guess you can argue that christmas in june leaving me feeling empty inside was intentional bc the song itself is about this stressful feeling of being spread too thin, but i don't think this lack of resolution is what ajr was going for. i think they wanted that last line about a hypothetical kid to hit as hard as dear winter (which, yes, i'm embarrassed to admit, i still actually kind of love) but it doesn't.

idk, maybe i'm being too hard on ok orchestra, or maybe i'm not being hard enough on the earlier albums. or maybe this is mostly a case of sometimes the music you love in 10th grade isn't the same music you love in your third year at university, and it sucks to confront that. even if ajr releases another album soon that lives up to neotheater, idk if i'll even listen to it more than once since i've discovered new music since that also does all the things i used to love about ajr but much better. but idk. there's still a part of me that wishes ok orchestra was at least a bit more cohesive, especially when i hear so many people who both love and hate ajr saying it's the best thing they've ever written. justice for neotheater

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a new hobby, you say.... she didn't really partake in many hobbies other than cooking and baking that actually added substance into building a skill. nayoung thinks about how she enjoys makeup and maybe that might translate to actual art. granted, she does like anime and manga, so that could also help. ( it gives her an excuse to buy art products is really the justification here. shopping issues be damned! ) but she'll start small, that's for sure.

to be frank, the starting point is what is most difficult. where does she start? should she just jump straight into painting or start from drawing circles and triangles with shading? ugh so boring! but without the base, is she going to be any good? "i... don't know what i'm doing," nayoung says with an awkward smile, as she holds up a pencil and a blank canvas that would permit her to use acrylic paints on it. and she's pretty sure she heard somewhere that acrylics were an 'easier' medium for beginners. "we have a lot of time today... so hopefully i'll come out with something nice by the end of it. and of course, i'll start with something that beginners can do too. something scenic? what is better... a daytime scene or an evening scene?"

nayoung definitely takes breaks in between. and there are times where she paints over some sections, but the good thing about acrylic is you can re-layer it and there's plenty of time to blend, in fact, it's almost too easy to overblend. but a blop of black or white on top of everything and it's nearly a fresh palette again. don't ask her anyways, she's not the expert on it. "now that the background is all there..." a nice blend of the sky and the land, "we get to paint in the trees. i bet this will make the biggest difference, yes? what do you guys think?"

the idol dollops some accents and cleans up some edges of the trees, and moves out of the way in order to show the full acrylic painted canvas to the viewers. "what do you think? i think my elbow hurts a lot," nayoung laughs, putting the paints away and marveling at her own painting. "i know, it's a very basic one, but it's my first time and i think i can only improve from here. right?! right, right. oh, my signature! i forgot to put that," she runs off to get the brush again and does the actual final touch. "there!"

#lgc:novamission #wc: 421

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obey-me-rot · 3 years

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You're Mine

A/N: I guess as a writing blog I should be doing some writing right? Honestly this has just been the biggest headcanon I've had in a while since I started playing Obey Me of the brothers just...like Devildom culture must be so different! And then the whole pact thing with human masters must be so different as well! I just view them as big animals just wanting to get your attention u wu. Warnings: Jealous boys, public shows of dominance and a lot of biting.

It's almost painful being in the Devildom sometimes.

A cultural exchange program amped up to 100 %.

As much as you loved the brothers, you also were meeting some pretty cool demons in RAD. Surely you were the human student everyone was so excited to meet, but none of them really talked to you, you know? But there were some that were brave enough to overlook your pact marks and dive into a conversation.

Even some were bold enough to talk to you out of school!

Making so many friends was so exciting, especially since you still thought of yourself as new! Wait till the brothers see how many new demons you have met!

Problem is you forgot how weird demon culture is, especially when it has to do with a demon and their master.

"MC?"

Lucifer blinks as he notices the demon approaching the two of you, pausing your daily walk with him as confusion turns to familiarity and you run up to greet your friend.

The first thing he notices is how they are a low ranking demon, so there’s no need to be hyper aware of any sort of threat. In this instance he doesn’t need to look to make sure his pact mark is visible to the demon.

His mark was embedded right in your iris, so anyone could see whose protection you were under.

He smiles politely as you turn around to introduce them, the demon waving at him shyly as if remembering that, yes, this human made a pact with Lucifer and therefore should not be messed with in any way. Yet there was no sort of violent tendencies coming from this demon, which put him at somewhat of an ease.

That is, until the demon takes a hold of your hand.

It’s a simple touch, one that a human would mistaken for a sign of friendship and camaraderie. The demon was speaking excitedly about a new flower they had seen over at the Botanical gardens and how much they wanted to show it off to you.They tighten their hold and Lucifer has to dig his fingernails into his palm from ripping their hand off.

You had no idea what it meant and the action would most likely scare you.

And Lucifer wanted you to trust him as much as possible.

“Would it be okay if Lucifer comes along?”

“...y--yeah! I don’t mind!”

Hesitation mixed with fake happiness, this demon really thought that he would get some time alone with you, didn’t they? They probably planned this whole thing out and whatever excitement they were showing you was just a front to hide their true intentions. Besides, look how they are hanging off of you, they want to make a pact with you so badly it’s almost disgusting.

Might as well get rid of the pest now.

“Come on MC, I want to show you the huge petals--!”

“OW!”

You and the demon look back to see Lucifer biting down on one of your fingers, your ring finger to be exact, while making eye contact with the pest. His teeth are not necessarily breaking skin but the pain of the bite made all your attention go back on him, turning around to tug your finger away and cradle it close. “Lucifer what the hell!”

He smiles and tells you not to worry about it, your retort falling on deaf ears as Lucifer’s eyes fall on the demon one more time. Their eyes are wide and they have immediately taken two steps back, their back as straight as a needle as Lucifer sends them one last look that lets them know of his intentions.

Leave now or I will gut you in front of my human.

You turn to apologize to your friend for putting them in such a weird situation but the demon is already long gone, no sign of them ever being in your presence as you look around aimlessly.

“They left...” you frown and look at Lucifer, “Next time at least warn me.”

“If I did then you would have probably forbidden me from doing so.”

The Avatar of Pride smiles as he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as you kept talking about how you would apologize the next day. But Lucifer wasn’t listening, he just kept staring at you as you talked, happy that his master wasn’t particularly mad.

That demon would have to learn to get his own, this human was already his.

He had finally gotten you all to himself.

Mammon had a photoshoot today, making you tag along so he could finally show off his modeling skills. And it would help him out as well. The product they were trying to sell did not appeal to him one bit and he just really needed you as inspiration.

And inspiration did you give.

“Oh gorgeous Mammon gorgeous! Lean back and close your eyes.”

The cameraman was giving him compliment after compliment, excellent after excellent, it was as if all eyes were on him at that exact moment. He smiled as he thought about how you must be looking at him. His shirt was open, letting the cloth hang off the side of the couch as the camera focused primarily on the low riding jeans that showed off the boxers he was promoting.

“Perfect! Perfect!! Now turn around and stare into the camera!”

His eyes opened and his head turned expertly, Mammon smiling as he tried to make eye contact with you--

Only to see that you were gone.

Camera flashes stop as he bolts up, turning to look for you before his eyes focused on your form.

There you were...talking with someone else.

“Mammon?”

He doesn’t stare at the cameraman, only gets up and stalks towards you and the demon currently holding up the lights. Both of you turn to face him, a voice speaking loudly about a five minute break as Mammon stands behind you and hugs you from behind, placing his chin right on your shoulder as he looks at the interloper.

“Are you taking a break?”

Mammon smiles as he buries his face in your shoulder, hugging you tight as the demon tells him he did a wonderful job. Without raising his head, Mammon speaks up.

“MC, who is this?”

“Oh right! Haven’t introduced you. He is a friend from RAD! We sit together in Pactology 101.”

“Well we used to sit together...”

“We talked way too much in class, didn’t we?”

It’s like nails on a chalkboard when he laughs, Mammon feeling glad that he was closer to you so he could hear the sound of your laughter instead of the ugly screeching of the intruder taking up your attention. Did this guy think he was stupid? That he couldn’t notice all the goddamn pheromones he was releasing? Mammon shakes his head back and forth, breathing in your scent heavily as he tries to leave his own behind.

This guy was embarrassing himself with how badly he wanted to form a pact with you.

“MC.”

“Oh oh, remember when the teacher caught us texting in class?”

“I think he might want to just put us back together cause we are still causing trouble!”

The Avatar of Greed frowns, did you not hear him?

“MC…”

“Well the teacher knows we are a good match, doesn’t he?”

“A match made in hell, I would say.”

Why was this guy still talking? Why were you still listening to him?

“MC….”

“Hey after this...would you want to go get some coffee, MC? If you’re not busy.”

“Nah, I only have this toda---FUCK!”

A pair of teeth tug at your earlobe, Mammon growling in your ear as he makes eye contact with the annoyance in front of him. He should be counting his lucky stars that you were still in the room, if Mammon found him anywhere else this demon would be nothing more than a meal for his familiars.

“MC, you have to stare at me or else I’m going to take longer.”

You rub at your ear as Mammon lets go of you, breaking eye contact with the other demon as he gives you his signature pout. He didn’t want you to see him be all scary, Mammon wanted you to see him like the number one demon he always tried to be for you.

“And you had to bite me because of that!?”

“Because you weren’t paying attention! You have to keep your eyes on me or else I’m not going to sell this stupid product. In fact--”

He drags you back to the couch, yelling at the cameraman that he would be posing with you so he could actually get through this photoshoot instead of doing a solo shoot. The man sighs but calls makeup to get you ready, Mammon smiling as he sits down right next to you.

The farther you were from that guy the better, all of his master’s attention needed to be on him after all.

Of course something like this would happen. Bad luck seemed to follow Leviathan wherever he went.

"Did you see the finale of it live?"

"I did!!! My movie theatre put it on the big screen and everything!"

Levi was glad that you were a nerd just like him. It was refreshing and probably one of the biggest reasons he had decided to make a pact with you.

Well, he had tried to kill you first and then make a pact with you but it was still a special story! Who would have thought that he would land himself a human master with his own interests!

Though he guessed that was a bad thing now.

He couldn't keep his thoughts in check as the clerk of the comic store kept talking to you, Levi annoyed that he couldn't keep up with the conversation you two had. It was about some comic cinematic universe that had been adapted in the human world and he honestly didn’t want to put anymore thought into it because of how close the clerk was getting.

Dammit he should have bought the new manga volume in Akuzon...but you had been so cute irl asking him to get the manga in this comic store you found,and if his master was begging him so cutely then what else could he do?

“I actually got the limited edition of this one movie--”

Nobody cared.

“It was up for a lot in Akuzon but I’m glad I got my hands on it--”

Stop talking!

“And I have a pretty cool viewing set up in the back--!”

Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking to MC!

Levi frowns as you gush about the movie some more, glaring down at you for letting your attention stray from him. But why should he be surprised, of course your attention would stray. Him being the yucky otaku that he is, of course you would go with the demon who took his interest and actually turned it into a profit--

No.

No! It wasn’t your fault! It wasn’t even his fault! It was this demon’s fault!

Thinking they looked so cool with their most basic of interests. If Levi could expose them for the fraud that they were, MC would be able to see the absolute fool that this demon was making themselves out to be. Smiling a lot more, inching closer as they talked, even offering to take you to the back of the store--!

People may say what they want about Levi but at least he wasn’t this desperate to get on the good side of a human...at least the first time he met you.

His eyes fall on the back of your neck, hair conveniently placed out of the way as he remembered something Lucifer had discussed with him and Mammon after they had made their pact.

You will not think rationally when you are with them, make sure to monitor your actions so you don’t embarrass yourself.

That’s what he said but…

Surely Levi wasn’t going to embarrass himself more than this demon already has.

“This is the one with the symbiote creature, right? And you got the bonus deleted scenes! Honestly I would be so down with watching it right--EEP!”

Levi made sure to let his tongue lick the back of your neck first before biting down, wanting to make the bite as painless as possible. Although he guessed that not making you feel pain was out of the question as he felt you tense up, his tongue swiping against your nape one last time as he pulled back and tugged on the back of your shirt.

“MC let’s go. They don’t have it.”

You turn to look at Levi, hand on the back of your neck as you tell him that he could have gotten your attention in any other way, but he knew for a fact that he had made his point across with the demon in front of him.

Summoning Lotan in his own home was one thing, summoning Lotan in a store would probably cost a lot…

Even if he knew brothers wouldn’t blame him with how nauseatingly this demon was trying to approach their master.

“MC, here.”

Satan breaks his pencil, but it seems the two other people don’t seem to notice.

“And it's the first edition too, but I took it out just for you.”

You smile and mention about how you didn’t need anything fancy for the assignment, just a simple book that talked about Devildom history. Which Satan agreed, this bug was acting like he owned the entire Royal Library. A pass to get a first edition title wasn’t that rare of a fucking find--if he wanted, Satan could call up any of his connections and get about 16 copies of different first edition titles that spoke not just about the Devildom history but about whatever the hell topic he could get his hands on.

This guy wasn’t that special yet he was acting like he had just given you the world on a silver platter.

The demon sat down at the table you and Satan were studying at, looking at you the entire time he explained how to open the book and how to make sure it stays in its pristine condition.

Which made Satan break another pencil.

From what you had mentioned, this guy was just someone you knew from RAD. You labeled him as the ‘smartest person in the class’. Which was a bit of an insult on his part but he guessed that as long as he wasn’t the one in your class it didn’t count as an insult towards his person.

He, of course, being the smartest demon you know.

But Satan didn’t have to be the smartest demon in RAD to know what this nuisance was doing.

If he were to read you any book on Devildom demonology, certain demons needed a human master. This insect in front of you would count as one of them. Lower demons usually tend to be without guidance and need a soul to feed from. In comes a human master, being able to fulfill that need with a pure soul of their own. The demon feeds and in return, develops a sort of ‘affection’ towards their master since they are now the hand that feeds them.

The same couldn’t be applied to Satan or his brothers, however. As the seven demon lords, they are able to gain the sustenance they need from the feed of other lower demons under the sin they were made in.

They are free to form pacts, but it’s not like they need it.

A good metaphor would be that they are essentially ‘picking off the plate’ of the lower demons, making the lower demons only cause minimal casualties up in the human world as they feed and keeping the seven lords from going feral with hunger.

Of course, things were different now. Satan had you now, a human all of his own.

Essentially, someone was trying to ‘take a bite’ of his favourite food, and Satan hated sharing.

Friends be damned, politeness be damned, he needed to show this demon his place.

“Isn’t it fascinating? The cover was made with a demon’s skin.”

“....really?”

“Yes. I believe it was from recently dead demon’s during the first Celestial War. Do you want to feel?”

You nod, curious about the black and shiny cover as the demon holds out his hand for you to take--

Only for you to yelp as Satan takes it first, dragging your hand back so it would be close to his lips as the Avatar of Wrath’s teeth bite at the skin near your wrist. You hiss in pain at the sudden sharpness, quickly pulling your hand back and staring at your demon as he gives the annoyance one last pointed stare.

“That is how demons started their pacts before we arrived in the Devildom, wasn’t it?”

The demon nodded slowly, his eyes darting to the mark on your wrist and then back at Satan. He opened his mouth to try and speak up but seemed to decide better against it, giving you one last smile as he stood up. “...I’ll...I’ll go get you the second volume. That one might include more accurate and updated information on pact markings.”

Satan smiles and nods as he scoots his chair close to you, looking back at you tracing the mark on your wrist with a frown before putting all your attention back on him.

“Did demons really used to form pact marks like this?”

The Avatar of Wrath shrugs.

“I was only guessing, he was the one who left thinking it was the truth. Here, let’s go look for a book on our own.”

Asmo would like to think that he had perfected the fake smile to the point he could keep it up for an indeterminate amount of time.

“MC! Try this!”

Yet the corners of his mouth twitched as he watched one of your friends, who happened to be a store clerk at Majolish, open the door to your dressing room to hand you another outfit they had picked out. And it wasn’t a bad outfit--!

Just...did they have to keep opening the door every single time?

Granted, he shouldn’t be in your dressing room in the first place but he insisted he would stay since you were only trying some shirts on! It wasn’t like he was seeing anything inappropriate and your pants were staying on the entire time.

This sight was okay for him because he was your demon and you were his master.

So it wasn’t right that some random nobody kept coming in to hand you shirts that they thought looked cute on you! That’s what you had Asmo for!

Yet here he was, secluded to sit down on the little chairs that someone would usually toss the unwanted clothes they wouldn’t buy. Which was already doing horrible things for his self-esteem.

“I learned a couple of things by working here. See? The color really matches your hair.”

The Avatar of Lust scoffs when he hears that. What exactly did the demon learn? How to match colors? Oh look, someone learned the basics of the color wheel, someone give them a medal.

“And since you are wearing something long at the bottom, it’s only fair that you go with something short on top.”

This demon is going to win an award for making basic observations, Asmo could already see it. What a future they had ahead of them.

“These colors are summery too so...it goes great with the weather!”

Oh he wants to gag, Asmo’s heard enough.

“You don’t think it’s too revealing? I do like the color though…”

Before the demon can answer, Asmo grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to him with a smile as he makes you look in the mirror.

“I think it’s revealing enough for the summer look you are going for...except can you maybe get it in a light pastel? Any color would do it just needs to be a pastel color if we want it to go with the light color of your bottoms.”

The demon deflates at the sudden lack of contact with you but nods as they step out, waving goodbye and stating once again how ‘gorgeous’ you looked. Which Asmo guessed was the only compliment they had in their arsenal.

Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe you.

“I did like this color, Asmo. Does it not look good?”

“No it looks perfect on you! But--”

He tugs on the floral print top and smiles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“Floral prints are extremely last season and I want you to be on a more neutral type of clothing. Just simple colors. This way we can add some jewelry--some of my own creation of course.”

Asmo smiles when you giggle, fixing your top and looking at yourself in the mirror a couple more times as you mumble to yourself about how Devildom summers seem rather temperate compared to the ones you were used to and how you wouldn’t need anything sleeveless.

Damn the Devildom summers, if they could even be called that at all.

His ears twitch as he hears the pest start to make their way back, Asmo’s smile dropping slowly as he looks down at your neck. This was the spot they kept staring at, wasn’t it? Shame it wasn’t decorated--

But he could fix that~ “I found some other colors that would go well with you MC, do you want to--”

“OW OW OW!”

Asmo’s teeth are right on your neck, turning to look back at the clerk with a smile and a little wave as he hums at the way you clench and unclench your fingers while looking at him through the mirror, wanting to ask just why he was doing this but the pain keeping you quiet. It was cute how much you were hurting but how you were doing absolutely nothing to stop him. This could technically mean that you approved of what he was doing, correct?

He lets go as the clerk immediately closes the door, you calling out for your friend but Asmo brings you back and makes you look at the mirror one more time.

“There we go. That’s a pretty mark, right MC? An Asmodeus Limited Edition item, just for you~”

If this kept happening, Beel was going to eat this demon.

“You need to try some Devildom food, MC! I promise it's good!”

Beel stomach growls again as you laugh, ignoring the parfait in front of you. He gives you a tap on the shoulder and your attention is right back to him. “Oh sorry, Beel. Here!” You scoop up the delicious frozen treat and feed it to him, Beel smiling as he takes another two bites of his hamburger and watches you and your friend talk. He actually had no idea that you had any friends in RAD and was happy to see that at least some demons were treating you nicely, compared to theo ones who had teased you when you first arrived.

Well he said teased, more like threatened to eat you.

He figured you would make friends fast though, you were nice and all the demons here were already attracted to human souls so it was bound to happen that one of them would have the courage to talk to you.

Yet this one seemed rather...eager.

“How about this. Hell’s Kitchen serves good food but I know this awesome corner in the wall place we can get some grilled bat sandwiches. Guts and everything.”

His stomach growls again, he knew of the place this demon was talking about and would most likely want to take you there himself if you ever asked.

Beel takes another two bites before waiting for you to feed him the parfait.

Nothing.

He frowns and stares at you again, the demon keeping your attention all to himself as you spoke about how you didn’t necessarily want to eat anything with guts in it. His eyes went to the parfait, watching some of the perfectly placed scoops slowly melt and droop down on the plate.

MC, pay attention to him!

This was his time with you! He didn’t mind if someone else stepped in and he was glad you were making friends but this demon was interrupting his mealtime!

He ate his burger, you fed him ice-cream, this is how it had always worked!

People could say what they wanted but Beel was a creature of habit, and he was in the habit of having you feed him.

Not just that, he was in the habit of having your attention all on him when it was his time to hang out with you.

Wasn’t this demon just being a bother? Didn’t you also want them gone?

They kept talking about all the stuff that clearly grossed you out, seemingly delighted with your reactions as they kept trying to egg you on to say yes to an outing. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were smiling the entire time, Beel would have already made the move to unhinging his jaw and--

“I promise I’ll treat you to the best ghost pepper pizza you’ve ever had. You’re free after this, right?”

Beel’s stomach growls, whether in hunger or anger Beel wouldn’t be able to say. All he knows is that this demon is bad news for both him and you.

So what would be the quickest way to make him back off?

“I’m not but I can take a raincheck--!”

You drop the spoon you were holding as Beel bites your cheek, throwing the demon one quick glimpse before letting out a few sounds that seemed to make up your name. The demon stares at you and Beel as the Avatar of Gluttony pulls away from you, licking his lips as you slowly put a hand on your cheek and turn to look at him.

“The parfait is gonna melt. I want another bite.”

“Beel…”

Eyes turn to the demon once again, Beel frowning as he takes a hold of your hand underneath the table.

“Please leave. If MC is going to eat Devildom food then they’ll eat it with me. The only thing you are going to do is gross them out.”

“So what did you want to talk about?”

Belphie frowned as your fingers gently played with his hair. That is not what he had asked for when he asked to lay on your lap. Belphegor wanted the usual way you would comb through his hair, both of you gently whispering to each other as the planetarium ambience lulled him to sleep.

“Well...uhm...I wanted to ask something important.”

And who the hell was this person? He peeked up to look at you smiling at the screen, frowning that you still didn’t seem to notice you were doing a shit job at giving him the attention he needed. Whoever this was had been on the line with you for a good solid ten minutes, talking about useless subjects such as their day and what they had for lunch. If anything, Belphegor had no idea how this thing was taking your attention. You were doing most of the talking anyway, they should just hang up and leave you alone to pay attention to your demon.

“We’ve known each other for a while.”

Belphegor most likely knew MC for longer...maybe.

“And honestly I haven’t met a human like you before. You just...I just expected humans to be something and you aren’t that so it threw me off.”

The Avatar of Sloth yawns as he buries his head in your lap, smiling at the darkness he found in the small crook of your thighs. He yawns again and closes his eyes to try and fall asleep but the grating voice of the demon on the phone was sending nothing but warning signals to his brain.

“So I wanted to ask something I didn’t think I would ask a human before.”

He really wanted to yell ‘get to the point’ or ‘hang up the phone’ but he knew that you would most likely shush him and tell him to be patient, which would then result in you gently pushing him away so you could talk somewhere more private. And he wasn’t ready to lose his favourite pillow just yet.

So he continued listening, tracing random shapes on your thighs as he felt his eyelids start to droop.

“I know you have seven pacts already…”

Damn straight.

“But would an eight be too much for you?”

That wakes Belphegor right up, eyes wide open and head turned to face up at you to see your reaction. Of course you would be surprised, this demon really had the guts to ask the current master of the Seven deadliest demons in the Devildom for a pact?

You better be grateful that Belphegor found comfort in your lap and would prefer to stay here, rather than go break the neck of the demon insolent enough to try to take his master away.

So go ahead, reject him.

“A pact? With me?”

What were you doing?

Don’t give him such a hopeful answer! Belphegor had to share you with six other demons constantly and those demons were his siblings! He was okay sharing with Beel but he drew the line at anyone else! Adding an eighth demon to that would be like asking for a bloodbath, a bloodbath with only one target.

Belphegor frowned as the demon started talking again, stuttering and jumping over his words like he was a dog who asked to eat their masters table. Which essentially he was, not like there was room for him anyway.

“I know I’m not like those brothers--”

Damn straight.

“But making a pact with you would make me really happy...is what I am trying to say.”

He wants to gag.

A part of him couldn’t blame the demon, you were perhaps the best master a demon could ask for, but you were already t a k e n.

And you were to blame too, you know?

You weren’t rejecting him like you should. The face you were making was far too surprised and flattered at the proposition given to you. Were you that greedy? Had Mammon rubbed off on you? You had seven of the most powerful demons under your command, what more could you possibly want?

As a master, you were doing a bad job at rejecting this insect and an even more horrible job at not paying attention to the actual demon you were tied to.

He turns his head back to the darkness of your thighs, feeling you shift as you also struggle to find an answer. This was becoming too much, if Belphegor didn’t act fast you were most likely going to say yes, just because you didn’t know any better!

Fuck it, you could try to push him off but Belphegor would hold on tightly, he had to save you from your mistake.

“Uhm. Well that is honestly really flattering. And eight pacts wouldn’t be so bad--”

You slap a hand over your mouth, your teeth biting into your tongue as you look down at the demon nipping at the inside of your thigh. Belphie looks up innocently, batting his eyelashes at you as he bites down a little harder--

“I’ll-try-to-have-an-answer-for-you-later-got-to-go-bye!”

Fingers hurry to end the call as Belphegor quickly lets go, smiling as you gape down at him.

“I was in the middle of a call!”

“I know.”

“Then what was that about!?”

The Avatar of Sloth shrugs as he closes his eyes.

“You weren’t paying attention to me. It made me mad.”

You sigh and lean back, Belphegor waiting for a few moments before smiling as he feels your fingers combing through his hair.

“Next time,just talk to me, Belphegor.”

He would have answered, but that would make him promise something he most likely was not going to do.

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my-chocker-is-too-tight · 2 years

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Mutual Feelings

Connor Anderson

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Synopsis: You had been working at the DPD along Connor and Hank. While working with Connor you developed feeling for him. Does he feel the same? Should you confess your feelings to him?

Another long and boring day at the station. I've been doing paperwork all day. Connor and Hank went out earlier today to a murder case. The case seemed pretty simple at first glance but Hank called and it seems like things are only getting more complicated. First this made me happy, I thought Hank would finally ask for me to help ,so I can leave this mountain of paperwork behind. But instead he just reassured me that he and Connor are doing just fine. With all of that happening hours ago it's getting late but I'm not completely done. I can't help but ponder if I should just leave it for tomorrow.

I also can't help but think about Connor, as of late I got to know him pretty well and we become fairly close. I got used to him being in my routine, as he bought me coffee every morning. Then lunch with him and Hank, sometimes only Connor. Those times were the best, I love spending time with him. Although we can't share a meal I appreciate that he is there. He always tries to make conversation ,he even tries to tell jokes. They are terrible dad jokes but I love them when Connor says them. He can make them funny somehow. If I'm lucky we can also spend some time together when I decide to stay in to do paperwork. He just makes everything better.

This night it looks like I'm going to finish up on my own. I thought that until I heard the elevator door open. I forgot that Hank and Connor still didn't come back. I look up to see Connor walk in. I assume Hank went straight home ,wise decision. Surprisingly Connor goes towards my desk "Hello Detective L/N!" he greets me with too much joy for it being 11pm. "Hello Connor ,what brings you back to the station so late? Did something went wrong on the case?" I know probably everything is fine but I can't help myself and worry about his wellbeing. "Thank you for the concern Detective, everything went well ,it just took a long time to investigate the scene. I'm here to drop off some papers to look through tomorrow, Hank already went home." Connor shows me a pile of papers in his hands ,I didn't notice them before. Damn I must be more tired than I thought. "Connor just call me Y/N ,I already told you. Maybe I can help you guys with the case tomorrow?" Suddenly I have to fight back a yawn which seemed to capture Connor's attention. "Thank you Y/N!" He says with one of his signature awkward smiles, why does he have to be so damn cute? "For now I think it would be best if you went home. There is already too much caffeine in your system ,and you are barely fighting off sleep. How about I accompany you home?" That caught me off guard and Connor picked up on it too. "I mean Y/N you are too tired to drive it's better if I do so as androids don't get tired. " he quickly explains to try and make the situation less awkward. I just have to laugh at how adorable he is. I might be hallucinating but I swear I can see some blue on his cheeks. "It's fine Connor ,I'll gladly accept the offer. Drop off the papers and meet me at my car." He gives me a short nod and heads off. I turn off my computer ,put on my coat then go to the parking lot. With the popularity of self driving cars I’m one of the few people who still drive themselves. I find it to be relaxing after a long day ,but spending even more time with Connor is always welcomed. It's not long before Connor shows up. "Sorry for the wait Detective!" he says "No problem Connor. I just got here too ,let's get going."

I hand my keys over to Connor and I swear his hand lingered on mine longer than it is necessary. He even gives me a soft smile before he gets into my car. I quickly get in too then give Connor directions to my house. For a while we drive in comfortable silence. But I was in the mood to listen to some music as I usually do on the drive back home. Connor seems surprised by the type of music I listen to. "You seem surprised Connor. " I teased Connor lightly "It's just...I didn't know you liked the same music as the Lieutenant." He said carefully, Connor always considers his answers carefully, he never wants to offend anybody "Most people are surprised, don't worry Connor. Me and Hank used to work together when I started working here as you know. It's only natural that his taste in music rubbed off on me." I said with a small smile "Hank can be quiet stubborn, he wouldn't listen to anything else. I'm glad I find this music amazing!" He said with debatably fake enthusiasm which made me giggle a little. I'm glad Conner feels so comfortable with me now. We've come a long way since he became a deviant. He is much more laid back and even playful since than. It took a long time for him to come out of his shell as a deviant. I couldn't be happier that I'm one of the few people he let in.

"Here we are Y/N!" Connor tells me. I look over at him and return his small smile. "Thank you Connor for driving me home ,I've been overworking myself lately. I really need a day off." I chuckle a little ,like I'd get a day off with all these new deviant problems around. With deviants getting their well deserved freedom came many problems we had to work through. I've always supported androids and I celebrated their liberation right along with Connor and Hank. "It's my pleasure Y/N. I'm worried about your health. You should take better care of yourself, that day off would really benefit you." I know he is right ,I will try to get a day off ,maybe even...I just got an idea! I get out of the car with Connor following. "Hey Connor would you like to come in? It would be rude to just send you home after you drove me home." I smile at him fondly "Of course Y/N, I'd love to!"

We go inside and take our shoes off. I walk into the kitchen with Connor following me like a lost puppy. It took me a long time to stop offering him food and beverages. It's easy to forget Connor is an android especially since he is a deviant. Androids can think for themselves, make their own choices, feel emotions ,wear whatever they want. Although Connor definitely became a lot more expressive, he still wears the same clothes given to him by CyberLife. Although now it's a choice, not something mandatory. I open the fridge and just stare into it for a moment before decide to reheat some leftovers. Connor gives me a judgemental look but I just shrug. "Y/N you know that meal isn't the best for your health. I could always make a much more nutritious meal from the ingredients in your fridge already." It's so sweet how much Connor cares about the people closest to him. It's hard to believe others would dismiss him just as a machine, it makes me angry. “Calm down dad ,it’s just some leftover from yesterday.” I say as I put the leftovers in the microwave. Then I go into the living room and plop down on the sofa ,Connor sits next to me. “Would you like to watch a movie?” I ask Connor “Sure Y/N, what would you like to watch?” I lean back on the sofa ,closing my eyes. My tired mind has a hard time coming up with a movie. Suddenly the beeping of the microwave pulls me out of my thoughts. I get off the sofa and tell Connor to choose whatever he wants. I pull my food out of the microwave ,get some utensils then head back to Connor. I sit back down next to him and start eating. Connor decided to put on 10 Things I Hate About You ,a classic from my embarrassingly large CD collection.

I finished my meal rather quickly. After putting my dirty plate away I sit back down next to him, just a little closer than before. I can’t help but notice a little blush on Connor’s cheek, I hope I’m not just imagining things. I had a crush on Connor for a long time now. Hank always said he liked me back too, but that would be too good to be true. My dinner might not have been the most nutritious according to Connor. But it hit just the right spot after this long and boring day. Now I’m way too tired to actually focus on the movie. I don’t even think about how my head is resting on Connor’s shoulder ,I’m particularly cuddling him now. I close my eyes just for one moment ,at least that was my intent. Sleep over took my worn body quickly. It is so easy to slip into dream land next to him. He always protects me, cares for me ,nothing bad will happen to me while he is next to me, I fully trust him.

Next time I wake up I’m wrapped up in a blanket burrito. Connor is holding me ,carrying me, to my bedroom I assume. I look up at him with my half lidded tired eyes. He noticed that I’m awake now ,he looks down at me with an apologetic smile “Sorry for waking you Y/N. You seem to have fallen asleep during the movie. I thought it would be more comfortable for you in your bed.” He said while looking at me with those gentle eyes. Am I always this sappy when I’m tired? Doesn’t matter now. Connor lays me down on the bed lightly ,he is about to turn away and leave but “Connor ,please stay.” I say in a low voice. He looks surprised but only for a moment ,the biggest smile spreads across his face as he climbs into bed next to me. He lays down ,a little unsure of what will happen next, I quickly cuddle up to him. I can’t fall asleep yet, there is too much on my mind. I can’t stop thinking about him ,about us. What does this mean for our relationship? I want to be more than just friends, I’m sure Connor does too. Yet it is so hard for the words to leave my mouth. He is too close to me ,my heart is beating out of my chest.

Instead of trying to sleep I cuddle closer to Connor “Hey Connor ,can I tell you something?” I don’t dare to look up at him. I just speak into his chest, hiding my face there “You can tell me anything Y/N.” I feel him holding me closer than before. It does help my nerves a bit to feels his embrace “I wanted to tell you about this...thing ,for a long time. Don’t freak out but I think I love you. I think I’m in love with you. I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time. All this time with spent together. I don’t know how any person would think of you as a machine. You are so much more than that. You have shown yourself to be so much more than that. I’m so incredibly grateful to be the person you have shown all this love and affection to. Anybody who tells you that you aren’t just as much alive as me is lying. I can’t imagine spending my days with anyone else.” I take a couple slow breaths to brace myself for Connor’s response. I can’t believe I just poured my heart out to him like that. But I couldn’t be more glad ,I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my chest.

I lean back to see Connor’s face. I’m appalled to see silent tears running down his face. We lock eyes, Connor gently pulls my face closer to his. I’ve never been closer to him. We are just looking at each other in admiration. I know that Connor was designed to be perfect and beautiful but I think above anything else he looks human. He looks so open and vulnerable in this moment. I don’t think I have ever seen more life in his eyes before ,so many emotions reflected in there. Hopefully all good ,the silence is making me really nervous now “Y/N, thank you. I could have never made it this far without your never ending selflessness. You are the kindest ,most caring and loving person I’ve ever met. You have always been there for me on this journey. You help me each day to discover who I am as a person who is alive. I know that we have been astonishingly busy at the station. But still you are always there not just for me but for Hank ,for your friends ,for your family ,for the whole city. You are the strongest person I’ve ever met. You don’t just help people ,you uplift them. Even on your worst days you still manage to smile and bring joy to everyone around ,even Gavin. You know how grumpy he can be. I don’t feel like there are words to express what I feel for you. How you made me come alive.”

I look back at Connor with tears in my eyes “Can you show me how much you love me?” I whisper. We were already really close but it wasn’t enough. This was too intimate ,I needed him closer. That’s what he does, he leans in ,closing the gap between the two of us. I have imagined how his lips would feel on mine many times before ,but my imagination could never compare to this. I’ve never kissed anyone with softer lips. I could tell that Connor doesn’t have experience with kissing. But I could also feel his passion ,most importantly all of his love. He cups my face gently as he kisses me. I can’t help but smile into the kiss. Sadly I have to pull away for air. I slowly open my eyes to look at Connor. He has a dorky smile on his face ,he looks really adorable with his hair all messed up “Y/N I love you too. Will you be mine?” I smile back at him “Yes obviously, you dork!” then I cuddle to him ,I’m ready for sleep more than ever. In the arms of Connor ,finally at peace.

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Total Drama Villains x Reader || Drabble Set

Plot: You forget to take a towel to the shower and only realise after the shower, so you open the window to stick your head out and ask whoever's out there (Hoping someone is out there) to grab you one but to your chagrin- there's just a villain.

Includes: Chris, Heather, Mal and Scott.

Warnings: Mmmm, I dont think so. Swearing? A kiss?

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All:

You slowly look around the room, very very aware of the fact that you're naked and cold in a room that does not have a great lock on it. "Ohhhhhh no." The words come out low and steady... but are just brimming with panic.

No. Towel.

No towel!!

Finally you gasp, covering the bottom half of your face with your hands and looking at the benches and the sinks in dread. You accidentally came in here without a towel!!

The sudden sound of footsteps out the back of the cabin rips a gasp from your throat and you lunge at the window, unlatching the lock and opening it to see who it is. Before you even stick your head out, you're calling for whoever it to stop. Please. Hold on! I need your help!

Chris McLean:

*You are an adult camper.

When you actually see who's standing out there, you groan. Chris McLean stands outside on the grass, hands in his pockets and an intrigued look in his eyes. He know's he's about to be amused, or he's going to amuse himself depending on what kind of trouble you're in- or what kind of help you apparently need.

"What's up?~"

"Nevermind."

"Oh no no no! Come on, you can confide in Uncle Chris, cant you?"

A whine tumbles out of you. Uncle Chris?? Grooooooooss. He see's and acknowledges your disgusted reaction to him calling himself that, but just giggles. He doesn't leave, to your utter annoyance.

What other choice do you have?? Rolling your eyes, you look down at your feet instead of meeting his beady eyes and wiggle your toes. And mutter suuuuper quietly, half hoping he doesn't hear you. "I forgot to bring a towel... and I really need one... " And, this part you say especially quietly. For seriously asking Chris fucking McLean for a hand would be akin to letting your dignity pack its bags and fly the coop. "... and would you please get one for me... "

"... Sorry, I didn't catch that. What didja say?"

Oh god. A little louder, you say shortly. "... I forgot a towel... "

Chris smirks at that, rolling back on the feels of his feet. "And? What would you like from me, Y/N?"

Finally too frustrated to keep playing this stupid game with the show's host, you snap your eyes up to his and cross your arms. "Fine! Damnit. Get me a towel, please."

Immediately, a cat like grin slowly spreads across Chris' face. Its the most evil thing you have ever seen.

"Now why would I do that when I could get Chef here to send in a buncha rabid bats with you and flush you out?" Christ teases - no, threatens. But then again, does he know the difference in the first place? - , that famous, alabaster white, terror instilling grin on his face as usual. "Now that's, good TV!"

You groan, head falling back on your neck, in frustration. "Chrr-ris!!"

"Ha ha! Well? What do you expect?" You cant argue with that, but you cans till groan again. "Okay, fine. I'll get you a towel! But what will you do for me, heh? Nothing comes for free."

"Oh, don't I know it. I've been on this show for 3 seasons now." For some reason.

"Heh heh."

"Fine, I'll... " Ugh, something for Chris... You blow air out of your cheeks slowly, in thought. What would Chris like? Well, he'd sure get kick out of you getting one of your friends hurt but that's sure as hell not happening. Finally, after a few moments, you get an idea. And scowl. "I'll be sure to drum up some drama for you. Good TV, right?"

"For sure! Promise?~"

Sighing, you lean tiredly on the window sill. "Oh, I cross my heart and hope to die." You promise him like he's a child, which he basically is. Chris McLean has got the maturity level and the intelligence package of a 7 year old on crack.

"Wicked! Heh heh, this'll be good. Okay, hang tight. I'll be back."

You smirk at his retreating back.

When he finally gets back and hands you a towel - a much nicer towel then what you and the other campers have been using. Which is nice? But also, you cant help but worry about what kind of strings might be attached to it, - through a crack in the door, you carefully wrap it around your body and tightly tuck it in.

"I'll want that towel back" He snaps, cranky. Why?? He could've just gone and gotten you your towel! "I imported that from Fiji!"

Of course he did.

Now you take a deeeeeeep breath, gathering all your courage, and killing the butterflies reeking havoc in your stomach. Then open the door again and grab hold of the front of Chris' signature teal shirt and wrench him close before he can walk too far off.

And you smash your lips together and slam your eyes tightly closed.

When you pull back from the kiss - a horrible, unpleasant, bad kiss, - you immediately wipe your mouth with your arm and let him go. But when you reveal your mouth again, you're for damn sure smirking at the stunned man. "Is that dramatic enough for you, Chris? A camper and the host? Scandalous- I bet we'll be front page news."

Then quickly you lock yourself inside the bathroom again, not really caring for his reaction- which only comes, finally, minutes later when you're half way dressed.

"DAMN IT Y/N!!"

Heather:

"Hm." Heather crosses her arms, an evil smirk on her lips- opportunity has knocked on her door. Or, the inside of the shower cabin. "You need something from me. Well! What will you do for me return? Hm?"

As expected. "I will vote for whoever you want me to at 2 different instances of your choice going forward. Except for myself, I wont vote myself out."

She thinks for a moment, but definitely looks pleased. "Three, different instances of my choice."

Fucks sake- "Fine! Just- please! I'm getting cold and one of the boys could come in here at any time and see me butt ass naked!!"

Uncrossing her arms and setting her hands on her hips instead, Heather laughs. "Oh- one of these boys? Shower? Haha. Have you smelled them??"

You blush darkly at her joking with you; At your worry but not your expense, before shaking your head of silly feelings and usher the pretty girl Heather, forward. "Go! Go! Get my towel already."

"Be right back." She rolls her eyes, heading off.

When she gets back, she reaches up to the window with the towel and you gratefully take it, beginning to dry off any drips from your body and get dressed as quickly as possible. "Thank you Heather!!"

"Mhm, yeah. Sure."

A few minutes later when you leave the door, Heather's waiting for you on the porch and you basically have a small stroke- jesus christ, why is she there!? STILL!?

"Oh, relax. I'm just cashing in some of your part of the bargain." She sneers, walking closer to you and pressing a sharp fingernail into your chest. "Dont forget, you owe me now."

"I remember Heather, we did this like 10 minutes ago."

"Good." She smiles, a tint of evil to it still. Pleasantly surprised that you're being so obedient. She leans back. "Okay, so Gwen's got to go. You got that? She's out. Vote for her and you're third done with your debt to me."

"Yes ma'am." You smirk, brushing by her and stalking off back to your cabin to put away your things.

Heather watches, hands on her hips and her own smirk on her lips. You might just be useful out of this bunch of losers. Not quite a diamond in the rough, but... better, at least. For sure. "Hm."

Mal:

"Oh- Mike!" You exclaim excitedly as soon as you see the lanky, dark haired boy. What luck!!

But then he slowly turns around; A dark, sinister grin on his face and hair over one eye. And your heart immediately drops.

This is not Mike. Neither is it Chester, Svetlana, Vito or Manitoba- any of which would have been just fine alternatives for this moment.

This has to be fucking Mal. You've met him before, and absolutely nevermind on the luck front.

"Nope." Yep- the grizzly, deep voice that responds to you can belong to no one other then Mike's chaotic evil alter. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You continue to chant curses in your head as he turns around fully and comes forward, looking up with evil glinting in his eyes at you like a twisted Flynn Rider to your Rapunzel.

The kind that makes you rather stay inside your tower- its safer here then out there with him. You don't go out to meet the rabid pit bull!!

"Ummm, nevermind! Go about your business, I'm fine here. See ya!"

"Oh no. What'd you want from little Mikey?" He asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, cruelly inquisitive. You chew on your bottom lip. Damn it; You've peaked his interest. Fuck.

"Um... " The sound comes out quiet and insure as you look down at the grass before his feet instead of his face. You're so nervous. "Well, I... I forgot my towel before I took my shower, and uh... I was just gonna ask him if he could go get me one."

For a moment, he's silent. Your gaze flickers up to his face to see an utterly wolfish look on his face, eyes gleaming with mischief before averting your eyes again to the grass.

Then a loud puff of hard, unpleasant laughter escapes him. He doubles over, holding his stomach as he guffaws at your embarrassing situation. You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

"Oh shut up," You snap, bravely- making him cut off his laughter immediately and look at you. You dare to fucking talk to him like that? "Come on, go get me a towel, please!! I'll owe you one."

After a moment, he stands up straight again and crosses his arms. Yes, he could do something horrible to you right now to teach you not to talk back to him; but it looks like you're going to struggle without his help. All he has to do is watch! "Hmm, nope!"

"Come on!"

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh." You groan, leaving the window and Mal and plopping down on a bench. Fucking bastard.

This is so awkward. Especially since you know he's still out there!! And he could send someone in at any time.

... Minutes later, and you're still dripping wet but now freezing fricken cold, a towel is flung in through the still open window and lands on the wet floor near your feet. Your eyebrows fly up your forehead, as you look from it in surprise and to the window.

Mal's voice calls through it. "There! Its no fun if you just sit and bear your punishment." Huff. You can just imagine the cute boy - the look works for Mike, but is just very odd on Mal, - crossing his arms and setting his jaw, or even pouting. His voice just sound sooo frustrated. "I'll get you another time, anyway. Everyone will go down, eventually."

"Oh... mhm, oh sure." I mean, I can at least listen to his evil babble since he got me a towel, you think as you start drying yourself down and getting dressed.

A moment after you've got your shirt on, the door is kicked open and Mal stands on the threshold, making you jump. "Jesus christ!- "

"Kiss thank you?"

"Get outta here!" Absolutely not!

Scott:

Peering out from the window, you nearly miss the boy leant up against the cabin beneath you, in fact you would have- if it weren't for his bright orange hair. You gasp, unintentionally getting his attention and smiling brightly when he looks up to find you. "Scott!"

A confused, yet somehow still evil expression paints his face. "Y/N?? What are you doing?"

"Well farm-boy, how do you feel about giving a lady a hand??"

Scott snorts, getting off the wall and stepping back to see you properly. "Lady? I don't see any lady here."

Oh- Bastard. You look back into the bathroom before disappearing from the window for a moment before returning, and promptly clobbering him with an empty shampoo bottle. "You see her now!?"

"Ugh... yeah." He grumbles more malleably now, much more open to suggestion as he rubs his forehead. "Sure, now I see her... ow."

Now you feel a little bad. He looks so pitiful when he's in pain... and yes he's a rat but... its still not okay to hurt someone. You aren't Chris. And also you're getting colder and colder as the water drips unimpeded down your skin and maybe its making you soft. "Ohh... okay, I'm sorry."

He glances up at you, surprised at your apology. "Ahh, no problem, I guess... " Did someone just apologise for whacking him on this show? He crosses his arms, raising a curious look to your disembodied head. "Uhh, what'd you need a hand, with?"

"I... kinda... forgot a towel... could you please go get one for me??"

For a moment you watch his eyes narrow and a wicked grin flicker at the corners of his mouth and get anxious that he's going to ask for something in return- before he rolls his eyes and just shrugs, turning and heading off to the cabin. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Be right back- try not to gather too much attention, haha."

As he walks off, you duck under the window again, sighing in so much relief. "Thanks, Scott!"

When he returns, you're waiting at the door and crack it open just enough to get the towel from him immediately- which you quickly wrap around yourself comfortably and sigh. "Thank you so much!"

"Hm. No problem." He huffs, wondering why the hell he did this for you anyway and crossing his arms again.

From inside, you carefully ask: "Are you gonna get weird if I hug you now?"

Immediately Scott's ears go bright red and he quickly loses every little bit of cool-guy vibe from a moment ago. "I-In your towel?? N-No!! I mean- yes!" He rubs the back of his neck, looking away from the door like its you, or he'll accidentally spontaneously develop x-ray vision and damnit, he's a gentleman. "I mean... " Or at least he tries to be.

Grinning, because Scott's unexpectedly cute now that you've flustered him, you quickly open the door, hug him quick, then close the door again and shout 'BYE'.

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Obey Me! Brothers react to MC wearing their cologne

Gender Neutral MC

k, so the basic premise is that Asmo borrowed your perfume, forgot to give it back and you’re running late so you just go to the brothers bathroom (I seem to remember cannonically everyone but MC and Lucifer have a shared bathroom, but I also know that Asmo has his own???? idk) anyway, you just grab the nearest one and give urself a spritz before booking it to whatever class you’re about to be late for. They smell it on you in class and now they’re in their feelings.

I have no idea how you got hold of Lucifer’s cologne. Maybe Mammon had stolen it and left it in the shared bathroom while he figured out how to sell it.

Do we really care about the context???

Lucifer

hmmmm??

confused at first - wonders if maybe he put more on this morning than usual bc he’s not sure why he can smell it more than usual

Realises when he leans over to help you with some classwork and freezes as he tries to process 1) how did you get hold of his cologne? and 2) why does he like it SO MUCH????

Like, yes, he likes the smell of his cologne that’s why he bought it but he REALLY likes the smell of it on you

You got him feeling territorial and soft and he just wants to bury his face in the crook of your neck and stay there

Is extra smug the rest of the day, even if he won’t tell anyone why

Will just sit back and watch as other demons throughout the day pick up the scent and watches their faces change as they realise who you smell like. People are giving you extra room in the hallway and just generally being VERY respectful to the point where it’s almost fearful.

It’s a massive ego stroke for him and he definitely wants to figure out a way to make this a regular thing

Mammon

hhhnnnnnggggghhhhh tsundere.exe has stopped working

the SECOND he realises you smell like him his hair is on end and his face is tomato red ‘ARE YA WEARING MY COLOGNE????’

‘uh, probably?’

I mean OF COURSE you want to smell like the Great Mammon - He smells great!!!! You smell better tho

Cannot think straight when he’s around you (or, more aptly, he less able to think straight around you than normal)

Desperately hopes that you chose his cologne on purpose bc you want to smell like him

Loves seeing other demons twig onto your scent; letting them know that you’re HIS human without him needing to say it (he still says it tho)

wants you to smell like this all the time - and isn’t as smooth about that as he thinks ‘hey, yaknow, if you don’t like your perfume or whatever...i GUESS you can borrow mine...since yours sucks and all...’

Levi

omg!!! are you wearing the limited-edition Ruri-chan pink sakura surprise cologne???? from her most recent spring event???? They only made 500 bottles!!! And he owns 10 of them!!!!!!

Is very impressed that you managed to get hold of a bottle, because it straight up doesn’t occur to him that you would borrow his cologne (because he’s a yucky otaku and because he normally keeps it in his room, he just forgot today)

When you mentioned that you borrowed it, he realises that HE LEFT HIS LIMITED-EDITION RURI-CHAN PINK SAKURA SURPRISE COLOGNE IN THE SHARED BATHROOM WITH HIS AWFUL NORMIE BROTHERS!!!!!111!!!11!

Then also realises that YOUR WEARING HIS COLOGNE??????? LIKE COUPLES DO??????

He’s unable to hold a conversation with you now - man is blue-screening he has no idea how to process the fact that you smell like him (and also Ruri-chan merch)

Is bright red literally anytime he’s near you - the blush is insane. He’d make a good traffic light

Refuses to believe you would ever CHOOSE to smell like a yucky otaku like him...but he wishes you would

Satan

Doesn’t really know how to react, just knows that he likes it

More open about it than his older brothers, he’d tease you about it ‘oh? MC? I didn’t realise you liked the way I smelt so much’

Would also probably end up going on a tangent about topnotes, heartnotes and basenotes and the more scientific side of fragrance if you let him

He is however, clearly more animated than normal and his cheeks are slightly more red

Definitely will tell you you’re welcome to borrow it whenever you like

Asmo

MC!!! YOU SMELL SO GOOD!!!

Notices right away and is SUPER excited

If you were tired of your old scent you should have told him!!! He’d have happily let you borrow any one of his collection and would have organised a shopping trip to help you find a new signature scent

I mean, it makes sense - who wouldn’t want to smell like him??? His perfume smells amazing

Knows how important having your own signature scent is but also really likes it when you wear his

will definitely buy you your own bottle if you really like it (and then you can match!!!!)

Also loves the implications that come with you smelling of him and spends the whole day shamelessly REVELLING in it

Beelzebub

He’s the one who takes the longest to notice

It’s just not something he pays attention to - probably goes most of the day without noticing

He notices when he hugs you - he doesn’t bring it up but he does blush slightly and feels very warm and fuzzy for the rest of the day

Doesn’t really notice other demons reaction to it (he doesn’t really notice other demons tbf) and the implications don’t really occur to him unless Belphie points them out, he just really loves how close it makes you feel

Still not really sure why you’re wearing it, but hopes you wear it again

Belphie

Notices pretty quickly

Smirking immediately and insists on napping on you

All he wants to do is snuggle up with his nose right on your neck so he can smell you and fall asleep breathing in the smell of his cologne on you

And since he really doesn’t care about classes that’s exactly what he tries to do

Is gonna be following you around all day nagging you to ditch class and nap with him and also mocking you a little ‘MC if you wanted to smell like me you could have just said’

Keeps slinging his arm over your shoulders so that he can lean on you and also put his head in the crook of your neck

Honestly just so smug and affectionate

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff

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