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solomonssock · 1 year

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You Will Go Nowhere Else

I never planned for this to be so long, but I love Asmodeus sm...expect nothing less from me.

Pairing: gn!reader x Asmodeus; Leviathan makes an active appearance, but isn't the focus of this fic (romantic feelings are heavily implied, but a relationship has not been established...yet)

TW: Cyberbullying, Slutshaming, Cursing, Alcohol use (Asmodeus is an emotional drinker), Suggestive (Its Asmodeus), unspecific yet hinted spoiler for those who haven’t reached level 20, Asmodeus (and all demons) can be possessive, and I’m trying to figure out demon mannerisms I’d like to establish so bear with me on this awkward journey

Word Count: ~4,700

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So-called "weak" human subduing the Devildom's demon lords? It's more likely thank you think! WATCH OUT... YOU COULD BE NEXT!

Scoffing to yourself, you click off the Dreaddit thread to scroll through whatever else you could find under the "d/human" tag. You expected to make up some of the content, given that you and Solomon were quite literally the only two human exchange students in all nine circles. Yet, it wasn't any less unnerving that most of the top posts seemed to circulate around your "mysterious relationship" with the brothers.

At some level, you understood their fascination and hesitation with you. Your lone quest to free Belphegor during your first year was essentially the equivalent of what would happen if a lone demon managed to ensnare some of the Earth's top leaders under their command. You just wished they didn't have to be so mean about it.

This budding Dreaddit addiction of yours had started the evening prior, courtesy of Leviathan.

"ROFL, what an idiot!"

You two spent a good chunk of the night lounging on his extra-large beanbag chair, surfing Dreaddit posts under "d/R.A.D. memes" on his premium account. Leviathan had excitedly showed you his avatar's exclusive Ruri-chan t-shirt, emphasizing that 9.99 grimm a month was a necessary sacrifice for otakus everywhere, or at least those truly passionate about their fandoms. As his loyal Henry, you'd been privy to sensitive information regarding his identity as both creator and moderator of both the "d/TSLMerch" and "d/RuriChanUpd8s" forums.

"Levi," you chastise, “leave Mammon alone. This is already embarrassing enough."

A user by the name xXLuciferz_LegionzXx had uploaded footage of the second eldest being chased through the school halls by Cerberus.

"I-it's his own fault!" Levi defended. "He shouldn't have tried running off with the Council's debit card."

And try he did.

You watched as the video replayed from the beginning. The shaky scene followed Mammon as he rounded the corner in front of Potions Lab 3 with Cerberus hot on his tail. Looking backwards as he sprinted through the crowd of students, he failed to notice Lucifer already blocking the doors at end of the hall.

You cringed as the familiar "MAAAAAMOOONN" blew through the speakers.

Realizing his fuck up, Mammon skidded to a near-stop to pivot into the hall just before Lucifer. But it was too late. Cerberus, determined to catch the focus of his master's ire, latched onto his pantleg, and quickly pulled him back.

Except, only Mammon's pants went with him.

The video ended with the poor demon being pantsed as Lucifer menacingly appeared before the videographer.

After viewing it for the fifth time, you made a silent promise to treat Mammon to some lunch and TLC time this upcoming weekend.

"Levi. Please?" You sighed and pouted your lip a bit for good measure.

"F-fine, if it's that important to you." Flustered, he clicked off the video and flagged it for inappropriate content before he selected the home page.

"Thank you," you leaned your head on his shoulder, "I appreciate it."

A small squeak left Leviathan as he ducked his head further into his hoodie and kept scrolling.

"Oh? Levi, what's that one say?"

On the screen was a picture of you and Satan sitting together in the library. The time stamp confirmed it must have been taken this past Tuesday when Satan helped you review basic Enochian phrases. He'd recommended taking the language for your free elective this semester and offered to serve as your tutor.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at the post's heading.

"...who do they think they are?" You murmured. "What do they mean by that?"

You hadn't gotten any further as Leviathan quickly shut his laptop.

"Hey, I forgot I bought a new co-op farming-dungeon crawler game I thought you would like. Let's check it out!"

Without warning, he had popped up from the beanbag and headed straight towards his console to set up the controllers.

You gasp sharply as you finally reach the exact post Leviathan had hidden from you last night. Visibly uncomfortable with discussing how you ended up on the top page of Dreaddit, you didn't push him for more details. His diversion occupied you for some time as you kicked slime monster ass and planted dewdrop berries, but the curiosity lingered in the back of your mind throughout the school day.

After dinner and watching an episode of "One Day I Woke Up Reborn as An Oven: One Piping Hot Pie of Existentialism Coming Up!" with Leviathan, you'd returned to your room and set up a basic Dreaddit account. He wasn't kidding, the ads were no joke. Every two to three posts you clicked on led to an ad-break or brand deal, sometimes featuring even Asmodeus or Mammon as a model.

"Ok yea, maybe I'll look into getting premium."

You chuckle to yourself as an ad for DevilGlam Lip Balm in the shade RedRose pops up for the third time and wonder if Asmodeus got to take samples home from the shoot. Because if so-

"I'm definitely gonna ask to borrow it." It was pretty cute.

Exiting out of the ad, you save the picture of you and Satan. Despite the fact that it definitely wasn't meant to be seen by you, the intimacy layered within the shot warmed your heart. Focused on the heading, you had missed the adoring smile curled on his lips as you fumbled through past and present conjugation.

However, you don't miss that this was posted under the "d/Sa10Stans" tag. A peek at the authors username, SatansS0ulmate, is warning enough that you are entering dangerous territory. But the temptation is too great.

You scroll through the comments.

HellsKitchenette: There the human goes again, running through the boys each week like a common whore. I've caught them just begging for attention, it’s pathetic.

RADRum: UGH, I have them in seductive speechcraft, and they're just so annoying!! If you can manage a pact with nearly all of the fucking student council, you can figure classwork out for yourself, slut.

You click on the thread you see forming with over 300 replies and at least 150 upvotes.

DearDeerLights: Wait, what do you mean nearly all the student council?!?!?!

HellsKitchenette: Oh, you poor thing. You didn't know? They've managed to trap our boys, all seven of them.

GroundGossamberry: ACK! You guys scared me, I thought they had gotten to Barbatos or something! But seriously, how pathetic can they be... like having to be coddled in public? Not me, I'd rather drop dead <3

Solomonssock: I see I'm outnumbered, but isn't this a good thing? The whole point of the program is that the human is supposed to study with us. And the lords are their host-family. I don't see anyone in the comments giving Solomon such harsh treatment.

RADRum: At least Solomon carries his weight around. Like come on, after a fucking year of being here if you can't go out by yourself then don't come out at all is all I'm saying.

GroundGossamberry: Yeah...I wouldn't fuck with Solomon; I've seen him in potions. He's brewing liquid death.

HellsKitchenette: Solomon's strength and wit makes him increasingly more bearable, and I admit, dashing. This one...well, there's simply nothing special about them. Anyone who witnessed Lord Leviathan's TSL Quiz last year can attest to the fact that they were all coerced into these contracts. Honestly, the human should be ashamed.

You stop there, your throat constricting in response to your rising panic.

"...oh fuck." Hearing the wobble in your own voice, you swallow thickly and sit up from your bed. Exiting out of Dreaddit, you hurriedly delete the app and set your DDD face down on your bed, tripping over your fallen sheets as you scurry out of your room. You need water, or anything really, to stop you before you start spiraling.

You make the short trip to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass with shaky hands.

It doesn't take a genius to infer that you wouldn't be the most popular person in all the Devildom, but the pure vitriol of the subdreaddit had been a higher dose than you anticipated. Truthfully, the focus on you was the least of your worries.

You shotgun the glass, the cool liquid gliding down your throat and easing the tension that had started to build.

You admit you and the brothers still hadn't fully sorted through the emotional muck that releasing Belphegor had unleashed. You felt assured that your pact with Lucifer was mutual, but Leviathan, Mammon, and the others took precedence in your mind. Did they really feel that way?

Trapped?

The pit in your stomach, persistent and pernicious, prevents you from returning to your room to wallow in your worries. Instead, you pass through the now empty dining hall and open the door to the music room.

The grandiosity of the room isn't lost on you. The gold detailing, polished to perfection, reflects your shaken image. You take up so little of the room, and yet you are suffocated by it.

Shuffling over to the piano, you drag your hands softly over the keys, each muffled note bouncing around the room in short bursts. For a minute or two, you loom over the instrument, dragging out each note, trying to sort a melody from the emotional medley consuming you.

For the outcomes that had transpired the year prior, you were certain you had no regrets. The hatchets had long been buried - at least that's what you led yourself to believe, wrapped up in the arms, and roped into the plans, of your lords once more. The sacrifices and secrets of the past were all to mend a family in danger of falling apart. And yet...

You crash your fist onto the keys, rolling your knuckles into a harsh trill.

The nagging guilt you had thought to have laid to rest creeps up again, coiling tightly around your heart. Its weight drags you forward until your forehead presses against the dark wood. It cools your skin, flushed from the few tears you'd allowed to fall.

You had been reckless. Dived into matters that long existed before you ever did, took the mantle of master of the seven lords, and yes, deceived them to do so. The many times they have attempted to wrong you in the past is not lost on you. But, in the end they are demons, and you are no devil.

You strain to lift your head from the wood and turn to face the mirror beside you. You scoff at your own pitiful appearance. Surely, Dreaddit would have a field day if they could pick you apart now, crying over the grief of your own guilt. Without your lords, you know, you are weak. What good is unbridled power without belief in oneself? You stand proud in a world you were not born to wander because of their faith in you, your dear seven pillars. The thought that you have wronged them wounds you deeply. If they ever came to ha-

Abruptly, you slap your cheeks against your cheeks and stand up from the piano bench. It would be unfair, in the face of your regrets to be so bold as to assume their feelings. Regardless of the past, they have taken you in with open arms, adopting you as part of their family. You are here now, with room and board because of their desire for your return and continued stay.

After a deep breath, you pad over to the large windows stretched across the back of the room. You take in the foliage that surrounds the manor, and chuckle to yourself when your gaze happens upon Cerberus taking Belphegor for a walk. You are so happy, that he is here and whole, that their family is here and whole. You are so happy, yet feel so terribly guilty that you sob deeply into your hands.

You startle as the door to the music room is thrust open.

"Darling, are you in h-", Asmodeus stands in the doorway. Even with his hair in slight disarray, he is gorgeous. The panic in his voice, in his eyes, tapers off as he takes you in. In its stead, bleeds in worry.

"Oh, dear." Softly, he shuts the door behind himself.

Desperately, you wipe at your eyes. It's no use, the puffiness and ragged breath would quickly reveal your miserable state to any being. But you try, and try, and try.

He emerges before you, but still, you hide your face in your hands. Asmodeus's own hands reach for your arms first, but only his fingertips graze you as they test how you respond to his touch. You freeze, but don't step back. The thought of rejecting his touch, even when you feel so unworthy, is agonizing.

"I had wondered where you'd wandered off to." His hands move downward, fingers coming to dance across the expanse of your waist.

Knowing you cannot hide forever; you sniffle and rub at your eyes one last time. You're not ready to meet his eyes, so you don't. You occupy yourself with his hair, hands coming up to push back the soft strands that had fallen out of their usual place. You two stand like that for a moment: the moon casting an ethereal glow on his champagne hair as your fingers coil into its thickness to ground yourself.

The moment cannot last forever.

Fingertips press against your jaw, gently guiding you to face him. You want to run and hide, not bare to him this weakness. Not in the music room, and especially not on a Friday night. Or was it Saturday morning by now? You haven't a clue how much time has passed. Yet, you stay, drowning in pools of light orange that plead for your attention.

"I called, several times might I add, but you didn't answer!" With the dramatic flourish you've come to adore, he sighs and blows away the fringe that has fallen into his face from your ministrations. You try to bow your head, avoid his disappointed gaze, but he holds you firmly in place. His face inches closer, you two nose to nose as he whispers against your lips, "I was soooo worried."

The faint whiff of demonus on his breath lets you know Asmodeus had gone drinking after dinner tonight.

"I went to your room as soon as I got home, but you weren't there." You reach up and press your hand against the one he leaves curled around your jaw.

"Mo," Your heart clenches as tears begin prickling at his eyes. An uneasy and desperate expression you haven't seen since that time overcomes him.

"You left your door open", his cheek presses into your other palm as it moves to cup his cheek, "your sheets were on the floor and your DDD was just there on the bed. Levi said he hadn't seen you since after dinner-" His own sniffle interrupts him, and although you feel you haven't the right, you unfurl his hand from your jaw to press a grinning kiss into his palm.

Your Asmodeus, such an emotional drunk.

"I'm ok." you whisper against his skin. The pout he forms cues you in on the fact that he heavily doubts that statement. His free hand trails up from your waist to trace the tear stains covering your cheeks. You can feel yourself tremble and will yourself to remain strong for the both of you right now.

You are not the only one laid bare tonight.

"Please, don't leave us,” his head lolls forward to rest on your shoulder with ease. You sigh, threading your fingers through his hair in soothing motions.

"MC," he whines into the junction of your neck and shoulder, "I can't lose you again."

"Mo," you gather him into your arms as much as you can, hushing him tenderly as another whine escapes him, "Asmodeus, I'm here."

His arms wrap tight around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he mumbles, "MC, promise...no. Pinky promise me you won't go! That you'll stay here forever with me." He rocks against you, swaying you both side-to-side.

Forever?

"A-are you sure-," he attempts to pull back from you, a noise of protest escaping him at your lack of immediate reassurance, but he quiets as your hold on him tightens, "are you really sure that's fine? Could you bear me forever, despite everything?"

You realize as his hands smooth themselves up and down your sides, that you were already shaking.

You know these worries have no place here. This should be a conversation when emotion has not fully overcome the both of you. But nothing is perfect, and nothing is planned when it comes to him or any of his brothers.

"...bear you? You think you're a burden upon me?" Asmodeus's wounded tone affects you more than you care to admit. It strips you of the willpower to stop him as he pulls back from you a second time.

You try to stutter out a response, but you can't deny it. Asmodeus cocks a hip, expecting a response, but you look away from him. How selfish you are, you think, to have once again made the matter about you. That train of thought doesn't last for long, however. You quickly whip your head back up to face him as an unmistakable oppressive force creeps over the music room and caresses your spine. All at once, discord strikes as random notes are ripped from each instrument.

"Sweetheart~"

Asmodeus is smiling, but dread washes over you as his glamour begins to shimmer and shift.

"Come on, don't ignore me! Who put such a silly thought in your pretty little head?"

His true form pulsates beneath, ready to burst in response to his building annoyance. Glimpses of his wings, wound tight as they flicker back and forth reveals his worry. This display isn't to intimidate you and now would be a good time to say something to appease the demon. But it's embarrassing to admit to the fifth born that complete and utter strangers, demons whose opinions shouldn't matter when you have his attention, have turned your thoughts to the worst.

"Hmm, should I go have a chat with Levi?"

"N-no! It has nothing to do with him."

"No?" Asmodeus's form seems to settle as you finally respond. Only brief flickers occur as he moves past you, sitting on one of the chairs placed in front of the window.

"Then, why is my precious little human in tears?"

You take in a deep breath. He will not let this go, and you are too tired to form a believable excuse.

"I'm just overthinking, Mo. Really, I'm going to be ok."

"Ah," Asmodeus's eyes crinkle softly as he catches the weakness in your statement, "but you aren't ok now." He motions for you to join him on his lap, but instead you take the seat beside him, leaving the table as a barrier between you two.

He hums to himself, and before you can register it, he sits himself on your lap and threads his fingers through your hair. Replicating, you realize after a long stretch of silence, the pattern you had used on him just minutes before.

"Don't hide your lovely face from me," he whispers against your ear, fingers curling around your jaw again, encouraging you to face him. When your eyes meet, his soften.

"What is it?"

"I.." You begin, but he stops you, clicking his tongue as your gaze starts to trail away from him.

"Mm-mm," when your eyes are firmly focused on him and him alone, he lets out a light purr that rumbles against your shoulder, "there we go, eyes on me."

"Mo, are you really ok with things as they are?"

"Well," he grins at you, shimmying in your lap, "this view is fine for now. But later I'd rather admire you from my bed."

You scoff at his attempt to lighten the mood when he knows you are being serious, but feel your cheeks flush, nonetheless.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean, darling?" You gulp as his pupils begin to constrict into sharp slits.

"You aren't implying that I'm unsatisfied with you or our current standing, right?" To any untrained ear, his playful lilt suggests a question. However, Asmodeus's tightening grip on you solidifies it as an accusation.

"No, no," he lets out a sickeningly sweet coo, "certainly you understand that your place is beside, over, or under me."

As you sit stunned by the possessiveness that floods his tone, he presses a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"And you will go nowhere else."

"I-I-" Of all the brothers, Asmodeus had teased you the most with being something more than whatever this situationship was. But how does anyone respond to such a forward declaration - from the Avatar of Lust, no less?

"Oh, sweetheart," Asmodeus adjusts his grip to delicately cup your face with two hands, cooing at you as you tremble more under his touch, "my favorite human is never a burden. Hmm, if you keep having such ugly thoughts, I can't be held responsible for what I'll have to do to distract you. I'll fill your head aaalll with me and me alone, ok?"

"Asmodeus, I'm serious."

His eyes flash, and your heart flutters as a low growl reverberates from deep within his chest, "As am I."

Deciding to change tactics, you wind your arms around his waist.

"I'm not going anywhere, Mo. I don't want to be anywhere else." You rub his back gently in an attempt to reassure him and assuage his fears. You wait until his pupils dilate some before you continue.

"I'm happy here with you, with all of you. I just want to make sure you're happy too."

"Aww, of course I'm happy!" Asmodeus wraps his arms across your shoulders and rests his head atop yours, "I have our sweet MC all to myself tonight."

You sigh heavily, feeling the way he shivers slightly at the drag of your palm over his spine. He's backing you into a corner.

"I feel like you deserve better than me." His breath hitches, but he says nothing.

"I was...thinking of the past. I thought I had no regrets coming here, studying here, becoming Solomon's apprentice, making pacts with you all..." You halt, feeling Asmodeus's nails dig into the fabric covering your shoulder.

"Yet, you regret them. Your pacts with us?" He hisses.

"Never!" You're shocked with the strength of your denial. With the way he jolts, you guess the finality in your tone surprises Asmodeus too. His head lifts from yours, gaze locking onto your own.

"I don't regret our pact, just the way it came to be." You expect disappointment, anger, even annoyance. But all there is, is Asmodeus's amused expression in response to the confession you'd fretted over the past who-knows-how-long.

"How so?" His knowing little smirk irks you just a tad.

"What do you mean, "how so?"!? I deceived you, all of you, to free Belphegor."

Asmodeus's shoulders begin to shake with laughter. Flabbergasted, you try to find words, but all evade you.

"Deceived the deceivers! Our little human, so powerful and persuasive." Asmodeus mocks, swooning in your lap.

As he finally quiets down, he swipes a manicured thumb over your bottom lip.

“Mm, was I not clear enough then? No one, not even Solomon, has ever made me feel as powerful as you do." His thumb presses down, parting your lips.

"I can't speak for my adorable brothers, but you wanted a pact, and I desired your power. We both got what we wanted and," a hand returns to pet your hair, "maybe even more than we bargained for?"

You snort in disbelief. Your demons, always keeping you on your toes.

"Yeah, something like that."

Asmodeus giggles, pressing a kiss onto your cheek this time.

"No need to get so worked up. Should I go to Lucifer to arrange a family meeting? If you're that concerned, we can take turns," his fingers glide down from your hair to cup the back of your neck as he whispers, "reciting the vows of our arrangement."

"T-that's not necessary, Mo! I get it!" You squirm in his hold and pout. Always such a tease!

"You're SO cute when you're all pouty. But I've suffered enough tonight by your hand, don't you think?" He hauls himself off your lap and takes a moment to stretch in a manner that is all too slow and all too intentional.

You melt at the mirth swimming in his eyes and wonder why you were ever worried to begin with. Forever, was it? Forever has a nice ring to it.

"Oh, forgive me, dearest. However, can I make it up to you?" Theatrics, your shared love language.

"Well," he begins, giddy when you get up to follow him out of the music room, "a nice long bath together should be enough to soothe my aching heart."

"Not too long," you chide, "your breath reeks of demonus. You need to rest."

"Reeks?!" He squeals and you laugh.

"Aww, I get it. You're worried about me! Oh, I always knew we'd be a perfect match." Asmodeus links his arm with your own and tugs you towards the stairs. You resign yourself to your fate, you don't want to sleep alone tonight anyway.

"Mo." You tsk.

"Fine, fine. We both need our beauty sleep, but I'm keeping you to myself aaalll day tomorrow." You take the time to make sure he doesn't stumble over any of the steps.

"And what will we do then?" The scent of roses floods your senses as you both enter his room. It seizes you whole, fills your lungs, and leaves you entranced. It smells like Asmodeus's signature perfume.

It smells like home.

Asmodeus reaches into his dresser and pulls out a matching set of pajamas. "I believe movies and massages are in order." To your surprise, he also pulls out a matching set in your size.

"Romantic comedies?" You can't stop the grin that splits across your lips.

Some time ago, as Mammon and Leviathan argued over whether to watch action movies or a live action rendition of TSL, Asmodeus had curled himself into your arms. Hidden beneath the covers of your bed and in between a stolen kiss or two, he'd confided that drama had once been his favorite genre. But in your absence, romantic comedies had occupied his time. The loveable leads reminded him of you both and the endless joy your unique and unexpected relationship brought him.

"You know me so well~" Asmodeus purrs.

"That does sound nice." You walk over, taking the pajamas from him to set them side-by-side onto his bed.

"Of course it does," Asmodeus tugs your arm and you move to join him in his bathroom, "I always know what you like!"

You move his hands away as he tries to undress you. He pouts but acquiesces, turning away from you to undress himself and slip into the bath.

When you finish undressing, you turn to find him with his head tilted back on the tile and at peace. You admire him for a moment, thankful that such a stunning creature had opened his fragile heart to you.

He doesn't move until you sit beside him, bubbly water sloshing side-to-side.

"So, you'll stay?" His head finds purchase on your shoulder, fingers tangled with yours beneath the water. You lay your head atop his own, pressing a kiss to his locks.

"For as long as you'll have me."

"So," he kisses your shoulder in return, "forever?"

"Forever is fine."

A soft trill escapes him. "I'll be sure to take good care of you."

You sink deeper into the bubbles with a hum.

"I love you." He murmurs into your skin.

The warmth sinks into your bones and pulls you deeper into relaxation. You could fall asleep here.

"Hey!" You yelp at the little nip he gives your shoulder. “Tell me you love me too."

You laugh, picking up his head to push your foreheads together. The adoration in his eyes makes your belly all warm and fuzzy. You feel safe here. This is where you want to belong.

"Love you too, Mo."

#I've never called him Asmo 'cause Mo is cuter #also why tf doesn't he have a tail?#please a heart-tipped tail or scorpion even i just-#Solmare work with me here #y'all i'm so dramatic i'm sorry i was in my feelings for that second half #also this is my formal apology to mammon #i love him and he does not deserve this disreapect #canonically (read: in my head) he is the funniest brother and i'm claiming my bestie #maybe my next drabble will be mammon centered as penitencr for my crime #there are demons out there in your corner #somewhere #probably #just not represented in this fic #ok bye #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me x reader #obey me asmodeus #reader x asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x mc #obey me lucifer #asmodeus x you #asmodeus x y/n #obey me belphegor #obey me cerberus #omomtrta

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and-stir-the-stars · 1 year

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Summary: After the Bite, Evan spent years being manipulated into helping William commit crimes against humanity. Now, William's in jail, Evan is in 21-year-old Mike's custody, and Evan just wants to stay at home taking care of the stray animals he finds in the woods outside. Michael tries to convince his little brother that it's not healthy to hide away in the house for the rest of his life.

Au: saffron pawn au

word count: 1,375

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“Evan.”

The sixteen-year-old sitting cross-legged on the couch didn’t move. He didn’t even look up at Michael; his attention stayed glued on the fox laying asleep in his lap as he ran his fingers gently through its fur.

With a mighty huff through his nose, Michael knelt down in front of the couch so he was eye-level with his younger brother. Evan couldn’t get up and walk away with the fox asleep in his lap, or the squirrel balanced carefully on his shoulder, or the raccoon laying on the couch curled up against his thigh.

“Evan.” Mike put more care into keeping the gruffness out of his voice this time. “Ev, can you look at me? Please?”

Evan grunted.

Michael waited. He didn’t have anywhere to be; he could kneel here all day if Evan chose to play things the hard way.

Finally, Evan looked up. His green gaze drilled holes into the lower part of Michael’s face as he adamantly refused to meet Michael’s eye.

Michael’s chest moved slowly in and out as he took a deep breath, reminding himself that it was okay. Evan didn’t need to meet his eye; he just needed to listen.

“C’mon, Ev. This isn’t good for you, and you know it.”

“I told you, I’m fine.”

“You’re sixteen. You should be getting out of the house, having fun, being a dumb kid,” Michael corrected. “You should be meeting new people and making friends.”

“I have friends!” Eyes lifting, Evan looked up at Michael with a glare.

‘Well, at least he’s finally looking you in the eye.’

Michael sighed, as much at the sardonic voice as at Evan’s outburst. “Your animals don’t count,” Mike said firmly.

“Then I don’t need friends.”

“Yes, you do.”

“That means a lot, coming from the guy whose definition of ‘friend’ is anyone who comes into his stupid parlor more than once. You can’t tell me I’m not normal when the only time you bother leaving the house is going to work or the store because you’re too scared to leave your psycho little brother home alone.”

Michael blinked at Evan. Blood rushed to his face and anger reddened his cheeks at Evan’s insults. “Low blow, Evan.”

The fox in Evan’s lap raised its head and looked sleepily around the room as though troubled.

Evan shrugged, and the squirrel on his shoulder jumped onto the back of the couch and climbed away. Evan watched it go with a frown. “Psycho, remember?”

‘Deep breaths, Michael. Deep breath in, then out…’

“You’re not a psycho.”

Evan wasn’t looking at him anymore. He wasn’t petting the fox anymore, either; just watched it stand and stretch its legs as though waiting for it to jump away and leave him. “Then I don’t know what I am.”

“A lonely kid?”

Evan snickered. “That’s what Therapist #5 used to say.”

“Was that the one with the mole?”

“No, the pink glasses.”

“Riiiiiiight,” Michael clacked his tongue as the memory returned to him. “That’s the one I freaked out when I told her we were moving.”

Evan rolled his eyes. “You told her that she ‘didn’t have very long left’ after the whole town accused us of being serial killers.”

“I was just talking about the number of therapy sessions she would have left with you!”

Michael knew he shouldn’t, but… he couldn’t help but laugh remembering the way that woman’s eyes had widened, how she had taken a step back and her manicured hand had floated over her heart, how she had looked about five seconds away from passing out like some dramatic Hollywood actor…

Evan’s lips flickered upward in a brief smile, too.

With its legs apparently sufficiently stretched, the fox curled up again in Evan’s lap, and the sixteen-year-old reached out to scratch the underside of its chin. As though jealous of the attention, the raccoon at Evan’s side stood and crawled into Evan’s lap as well, and the kid reached out to pet it with his other hand.

“Listen, Ev,” Mike started carefully. “I’m just… trying to be honest here. I know what it’s like to… to lock yourself away from the world. I did it all the time when I was your age– hell, I did it when I was younger than you, and you’re right. I still do it now, because… I felt like I wasn’t good enough. Like… like just existing in the world would be a punishment for everyone around me.”

Memories flooded Michael’s mind. Being pushed away and rejected as a kid until the only people he could surround himself with were a group of delinquent kids who did nothing but encourage each other’s worst tendencies; hiding his face behind a Foxy mask because he couldn’t bare to look at himself in the mirror and he needed to be something other than the stupid, weak little kid he saw there; the months when Evan had been in his coma and Michael would find notes that read ‘murderer’ in dripping red paint stuffed inside his locker; staying locked inside his room for days in fear of their father or his teachers or his classmates taking out their anger and judgement on him…

“I know what that’s like,” Micheal whispered. “I know how awful it is, and I know that I don’t want that for you, Ev.”

The smile was gone from Evan’s face, replaced by shiny eyes and the splotchy red color his cheeks always got just before he cried.

“Please, please, promise me you won’t lock yourself away.”

Evan shook his head, though it didn’t look like an answer so much as him being overwhelmed and confused and hurt.

“You don’t have to do anything big, just– something, Ev. I… I even called around, and… did you know there’s an animal shelter looking for volunteers not far from here?”

Evan’s teary eyes lifted to meet Michael’s. For a second, he seemed touched by the olive branch Michael had extended him. But the hope died in his eyes quicker than it had appeared.

“Th-they’ll just find out what I a-am, and– and then we’ll have to move again. There’s n-no point.”

“Or,” Michael said. “Or maybe they’ll see how much you love animals, how good you are at taking care of them, and they’ll be happy for the help. Maybe you’ll make a friend or two.”

Evan was already shaking his head. “They won’t want me, Mikey. They won’t, they w-won’t, they won’t! You didn’t ev-even want me; why the hell would they?!”

Michael’s eyes squeezed closed for an awful few seconds. There it was.

Standing up, Michael stopped kneeling in front of Evan and moved to sit beside him on the couch.

Evan leaned away from him on instinct, but he couldn’t move very far with the animals still on his lap.

“I love you, Evan. And I know– I know– if you give the right people the chance, they will, too.”

Evan’s entire body was shaking now, one of his hands floating up to his face and covering his mouth as he sobbed with his head low enough that his chin practically touched his chest.

The raccoon and fox on Evan’s lap seemed to look at each other for a moment. Then, the raccoon got to its feet and scurried away. The fox followed not long after, and a fresh sob ripped from Evan’s chest as it left.

Michael’s hands fluttered in the air, unsure if he should try to comfort Ev or if this was one of the times when touch would make it worse.

Evan ended up answering that for him by burying his face against Michael’s shoulder and pounding his fists against his big brother’s chest.

With a strangled gasp as he was suddenly winded, Michael grabbed at Evan’s hands. He transferred Evan’s wrists into one hand, keeping his little brother’s hands pinned down as he wrapped his free arm around Evan.

“I hate you,” Evan sobbed. “I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!”

“It’s okay,” Michael whispered as Evan trembled in his arms and tried yanking his hands out of Michael’s grip. The words felt awkward on his tongue despite the echoes in his mind of countless therapists harping on about how important it was to communicate now. “I am not going to let you hurt me, but you can let it all out, Ev. It’s okay.”

Evan just sobbed louder.

#wake up besties: new evan personality dropped #don't you just love it when ev has abandonment/rejection issues from his big brother #''trying to kill him'' by putting him in fredbear's mouth and then moving out without a goodbye #the second he turned 18??#saffron pawn au #evan afton #the crying child #michael afton #mike afton #fnaf au #fnaf #fnaf fic #disney princess evan #<- bc of the animal thing #kats scribbles

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tanjir0se · 7 months

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Cute things either Kyojuro or Giyuu did on their first date (that neither of them realized was a date)

🔥Showed up precisely on time to pick him up

🔥Like, down to the second. Has no concept of fashionably late. Stood there staring at his watch until it was time.

🌊Couldn’t eat or do anything all day besides stand around/pace where they were supposed to meet because of nervousness, meaning he technically showed up several hours early

🔥Offered his arm for Giyuu to take hold of while they walked completely out of habit, realized what he’d done, and awkwardly rubbed his pant leg instead.

🌊Let Kyojuro order for him at the udon shop, failed to mention he can’t handle spicy food, too embarrassed to say anything, proceeded to clean his plate despite likely causing himself internal bleeding

🔥Went to Mitsuri for advice on how to flirt beforehand but kept chickening out halfway through the lines. Ex: *while gazing at Giyuu* “it’s a lovely night out tonight……I mean. No it isn’t. It’s a perfectly average non-adorable and non handsome night.”

🌊Put his hand just barely over Kyojuro’s while sitting side by side on a bench, completely by accident, but then entered a heated internal debate on whether or not he should move it a la Light from death note (“oh god that’s his hand whoops I should pull back wait if I pull back is it obvious that I’m nervous about touching his hand?? Maybe I should keep it there but wait if I keep it there is it obvious I want to hold his hand??? Ok definitely move it bUT WAIT—“)

#YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS BAAAAABES #kny #rengiyuu #biting. screaming. THEMMMMM #this is part of my ‘Giyuu almost dies so Kyo tries to tell him how he feels but panics and asks him to meet his brother instead’ fic #poor senjuro just watching their nonsense #also Giyuu and senjuro are immediately besties #Giyuu says like 8 words to him the whole time BUT immediately makes a mental list of books to bring senjuro bc he learns he likes to read #Djnfkdkddk anyway #they’re so cute and I’m love them your honor

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ventiswampwater · 2 years

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pumpkin guts

rating: teen and up

word count: 1.9k

sinclair’s x reader (all of them!! to varying degrees!! bo’s the only established coupling, but u can read anything u want into everything else!! go wild!!)

Pumpkin carving with the Sinclair’s. Fucked-up fluff.

tag list/cw’s: female reader, second person, domestic fluff, but it's tinged with a lil bit of creepiness bc of COURSE it IS, so warning for: stockholm syndrome and a little bit of: canon-typical violence, but don't worry it's still tooth-rotting fluff, you're literally carving pumpkins w/actual murderers!! you have reached the point of no return, good 4 u bestie, soft!sinclair's are still the worst sinclairs and I am giving them all a smooch

do u wanna carve pumpkins with a bunch of hillbilly losers?? click here

#love how my first HOW fic was dirty nasty filth about beer bottles #and this one is about domestic pumpkin carving!! I am categorically unhinged!!#the duality of woman!#it's funnier if u picture it in the same series as the first fic tbh #funnier? sadder? idk both bestie!!!#also! damon herriman is 5' 7'' which means that we're basically the same height and I refuse to write him as taller than me!!!#we're eye level bby!!!!#when I say something otherworldly possesses my body when I write for these dumbasses........girl #house of wax #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #sinclair brothers #slashers x reader #my fics

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shuriken696 · 1 year

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I talked about this on twitter the other day but I find it so hilarious that Nie Huisang’s special skill is crying. But it sounds so useful at the same time! Especially for the fact that he had a strict brother and even after his death, he could probably used it to find info about Jin Guangyao’s information and his misdeeds but I could just imagine a funny situation where Nie Huaisang just cries to avoid his punishment.

Nie Mingjue: *holding Huisang’s test results from a test he did in the Cloud Recesses arc* Huaisang…!

NHS: *Tears up* But da-ge! I actually studied for this one! Wei-xiong tutored me! They just mark strictly!

Nie Mingjue: *looks at the test* *then looks at NHS who’s crying*

Nie Mingjue: I’ll ask Lan Qiren if he can remark it

Nie Mingjue: *leaves*

Nie Huaisang: *evil smirk*

Nie Huisang: Wei-xiong was right! I didn’t realize this from before! He should try doing this with Lan Wangji!

#MDZS #Nie Huisang #nie mingjue #brotherly feels #mdzs fic #You can’t tell me NMJ is weak for his brother’s tears #NHS using his skills to his true potential #if it isn’t canon fainting is also his special skill #idk why I think him and Shang Qinghua would be besties #Wei Wuxian #because I know he tries to tutor NHS but they goof off after ten minutes #Jiang Cheng: shut up in trying to study #wangxian

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nothingbizzare · 2 months

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Just imagined Teru and Sho talking but in chat even in the same room sometimes because they send jokes to eachother they found online and see the others reaction to this !

Also STILL Omg Brain thinking of TERU AND RITSU FRIENDSHIP !! CAN THIS TWO PERFECTIONIST NERDS BE BESTIES ! They will play video games ! Teru will show to ritsu some of his fav rock music . Let this two invent their own version of a game and u will have the most complicate version of some simple card game or rock paper scissors!! They should just chill and chat !!!

#Sho gives some ideas for the games #THEY ARE SILLIES BESTIES #shigeo is happy that his little brother and his boyfriend are friends #bizzare talks #mp100 #can someone give me some silly ritsu and teru friendship fics I REALLY NEED MORE FICS LIKE GOSH....

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grandapplewit · 11 months

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Can someone bully me into writing my “Daniel is a ghost and followed Buck around his entire life, because that’s his baby brother and he’s the reason he’s alive, so he’s gotta protect him” fic pLease

#anyways Daniel is a ghost and chris can see him #buddie endgame #obviously #im procrastinating #I have two scenes written #one where Daniel is like #oh! my brothers in love! neat!#and another where Daniel and Chris conspire to parent trap the two #wit writes #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #chris diaz #daniel buckley #911onfox #Daniel chris besties when????#whenever I finish this fic apparently

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syd-carm · 9 months

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the way we never got to see any one on one stewy/gerri content..............all that missed potential for what could've been THE ultimate dynamic business bitch duo

#they woulda ATE. i KNOW we all know they woulda ate #i'm big sad :(#literally wrote two paragraphs for a fic a couple years ago where stewy pitches to be gerri's quasi-mentee #and then kenstewy and romangerri hijinks ensue bc the brothers are like 👀 bro is my bae tryna steal YOUR bae!?#and then they both proceed to completely fail at tempering their jealousy and stewy and gerri remain totally unbothered. and also besties #business besties and their billionaire boytoys 🩷#this was all prompted by j posting a pic of her and arian on insta btw #stewy hosseini #gerri kellman #succession #gaby for ts

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gentrychild · 2 years

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I can't believe I didn't realize this sooner but in Anyone: Bro'zawa addition Izuku is rlly chilling with Aizawa's thought-to-be-dead bestie and not saying a WORD

In Izuku's defense, be it in Anyone or in the brozawa AU, he isn't aware that he is chilling with Aizawa's thought-to-be-dead bestie.

#His brother Shouta never mentioned that he was a hero so he can't know about his bestie #anyone: brozawa edition #anyone fic

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mccall-muffin · 1 year

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Will you? // Joe Liebgott x Reader

To my dearest bestie ever @liebgotts-lovergirl! I know you never thought of me as your secret Santa, but here I am 🥰 🥰

I wish you the best and nicest of Christmas and a happy new year and everything there is to have 🥰

Thank you so much for everything! I really am thankful for calling you my friend and my bestie! 💓

Summary: Just reader and Joe Fluff

July 02, 1945 - Zell am See, Austria

"Where are you taking me?" you laugh as Joe pulls you along. He blindfolds you and tells you to just trust him, which you do. You'd trust him with your life if it came down to it.

"Stop nagging now and let yourself be surprised," Joe says, holding your hand.

You can feel the stones under your feet, and the lapping of the water is getting closer. "I swear to you, Liebgott, if this is a stupid joke and you throw me in the lake, you will regret it!" Joe has to grin at your words. It's incredible how you can ruin a romantic idea with such a fantasy, but that's just you, and for Joe, it's perfect.

What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawing me in and you kicking me out.

"Why can't you trust me for once?" asks Joe, and you stop. "You think I don't trust you?" you ask, perplexed, but you hear Joe laugh. "You know what I mean, Y/N," he says, and you feel him standing before you. Joe shakes his head in amusement as he eyes you. You just can't be tamed by anyone; you're a free spirit through and through.

Then he walks around you and pushes you forward a little more by the shoulders.

You've got my head spinning, no kidding

I can't pin you down

"Ready?" he asks, and you just shrug your shoulders. "Since I don't know what for..." you start grinning, but then Joe already takes the blindfold off your eyes. The grin on your face is quickly gone. With your mouth open, you stare at Joe's surprise.

Directly by the lake is a small table with two chairs, which is set. All around the table are torches that illuminate the little place. There are also candles on the table, which is just highly romantic.

Joe is watching you, but he can't tell at all what's happening in your head, which makes him visibly nervous.

After what feels like an eternity, you stir and look at Joe. Your eyes glisten in the candlelight.

What's going on in that beautiful mind

I'm on your magical mystery ride

"This... Is that for me?" you ask uncertainly, looking at Joe. He's facing you with his typical lopsided grin, hands tucked away in his pockets, and he looks at you before nodding. "But why?" you continue to ask, and Joe bites his lip.

"Because..." he begins, taking a step toward you. He looks you in the eye and doesn't know what to say. "Because you deserve it," he whispers, and you still look at him in surprise. Then, to Joe's surprise, you step forward and put your arms around him. "No one has ever done anything like this for me before," you whisper, looking at him. Your expression is gentle, and you smile slightly.

Joe quickly steps forward and pulls the chair out to let you sit down. Hesitantly, you walk up to him and sit down on the chair. Then he almost runs around the table and sits across from you.

"Would probably be even more romantic if I wasn't sitting here in the ODs," you laugh after a while, pointing to your clothes. Your hair is tied up in a disheveled bun, and you're not wearing any makeup. "You're beautiful like that too, Y/N," he says then, and you can't help but take his hand in yours and gently stroke it with your thumb. Joe pours you both a glass of champagne.

"You're too good to me."

"Y/N, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," Joe then says, and you can tell he's nervous because he's kneading his fingers. "What's wrong?" you ask immediately, looking at him thoughtfully. Joe looks at you gently before standing up and walking over to you. He pulls you back to your feet. "Y/N..." he almost whispers.

My head's underwater

But I'm breathing fine

You're crazy, and I'm out of my mind

"For about three years, we've known each other. From the beginning, you've knocked my socks off, even if, in between, I would have loved to slap you against the wall. Your whining or incredibly annoying habit of biting your fingernails nearly drove me out of my mind. But here we are at the end of the road. And I just have to tell you now: I love you, Y/N. With all my heart. You gave me the strength to get through this war."

With tears in your eyes, you look at Joe. "Joe," you whisper, wiping away some tears with your hand. He takes your hands in his and looks at you.

'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

The tears continue to run down your face, and you try to cover them, but Joe takes your hand away from your face before coming closer and kissing your cheeks. "Don't ever hide! You're beautiful just the way you are. You always have been."

How many times do I have to tell you?

Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too.

Automatically you think back to the difficult times you both went through.

Normandy, when you had your first jump and wandered alone for almost two days before you found Easy Company and Joe, who held you in his arms for minutes when he saw you.

Holland, when you were wounded, and he sat next to you in the aid station and held your hand as Doc removed the bullet from your shoulder.

Then came Bastogne - your worst nightmare. The countless friends you lost. The depression you fell into, and Joe pulled you out of.

And finally, the concentration camp, where you completely lost faith in humanity, but he never left your side.

In all bad situations, he was there for you.

Nervousness rises in you as you see Joe reach into his jacket and then kneel in front of you. "Y/N Y/L/N. I love you. So much. I can hardly describe it. You are my angel sent to me in the darkest time of my life." Joe opens the box he is holding, and a beautiful ring is inside. "You are my life, Y/N, and I don't think it would be the same without you. You bring the color to this dreary time, and since I no longer want to go around being color blind..."

The world is beating you down,

I'm around through every mood

You're my downfall; you're my muse.

My worst distraction, my rhythm, and blues

He clears his throat. "Will you do me the greatest of honors, make me the happiest of men, be my angel for life? Will you marry me?"

Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts

Risking it all, though it's hard

Your heart stops for a moment, and you look at him. Did that really just happen? Tears come to your eyes again. "Holy shit!" You laugh, which immediately infects Joe. Of course, only you could manage to comment on such a romantic and essential moment with those words. "Joe Liebgott, you have no idea how much I love you."

"Is that a yes?" then Joe asks, and you just nod, "But of course! Jesus, you are my life, Joe! Yes, yes! Thousand times, yes!"

Joe's grin widens as he slips the beautiful ring over your finger, stands up, and gives you a big hug. "Jeez, I love you," he whispers against your lips before kissing you passionately.

Give your all to me

I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose, I'm winning

Cause I give you all of me

And you give me all of you

#hbowarsanta22 #Joe Liebgott x Reader #Band of Brothers #Joe Liebgott #For my love #tumblr besties #bob fics #band of brothers fanfic #all for you

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