Tumgik
#worker!bee
boydiisaster · 1 year
Note
May I request a teen! Male!reader who just lost his dad x any obey me characters (platonic ofc) I recently found out my dad passed away in a very brutal way and he didn't get to know I'm trans either :(
loss
reader: teenage, male, he/him pronouns
tw/cw: death, suicide implications, cussing
author's note: i'm so sorry to hear that anon! i hope things get better for you soon, and that this story helps, even just a little bit
Tumblr media Tumblr media
lucifer
There's a sudden shift in the air before you tell Lucifer the news. He sensed it as soon as you found out; a profound feeling of grief overwhelmed him. Tears began to trickle down his cheeks, and he raised a gloved hand to make sure he was truly crying. This was strange, unprompted, out of the blue. Lucifer didn't know why he was crying, why there felt like a hole was in his chest, but then he remembered. Of course, how could he forget?
His pact with you made his and your emotions almost completely connected. He was usually very good at controlling your shared emotions, though. Whenever you felt angry, he could control his urge to scream. When you were happy, he'd control the want to shake his arms and squeal. When you were nervous, he'd control his instinct to shift and fiddle with something on his person. Why couldn't he control this, too?
"My dear boy," he murmurs, wiping away some stray tears that slip down his face. The sight before Lucifer breaks his heart. You're standing in his now open doorway, your form shaking with silent sobs. Your hands are tightly wrapped around your phone, its screen still illuminated with the text from your [mom/other dad/guardian]. This didn't feel real. You couldn't believe it; you didn't want to believe it.
"I'm sorry," you cry. Your words are barely recognizable between the loud sobs that escape your throat. "I'm so sorry, Lucifer, for coming to you like this. I just, I didn't know who else to tell this to."
Lucifer places a hand on your shoulder. Your phone clatters to the ground as you rush over to hug him. You throw your arms around his waist, bury your face in his chest and scream. It's partially muffled by Lucifer's clothes, but he still catches how defeated it was; how broken and filled with anguish it sounded. All Lucifer can do is hug you back tightly, lovingly, and hope that you understand his intention: to comfort you. To say “It’ll be okay” without disrupting your grieving.
Lucifer begins to rock you side to side, as if he’s holding a baby in his arms. “My dear boy,” he repeats.
All you can do is wail in response, causing the Avatar of Pride to hug you tighter.
asmodeus
The Avatar of Lust thought himself very good at reading people. He’d know exactly what the other person wanted to hear, and he’d say it, even though he probably didn’t mean it. Asmo would spew out compliment after compliment just to get what he wanted, and he never thought it bad. He didn’t know what to say in a situation like this, though.
“MC?” Asmo gently cups your tear-stained cheeks, a remorseful expression adorning his pretty face. He tilts his head to the side, confused. “What’s wrong, my sweet boy?”
You stare up at the demon. He’s blurry. Everything in your vision is blurry. You can barely breath from how badly you were panicking. You would have passed out if it wasn’t for Asmo walking in on your breakdown.
“Asmo,” you whimper. More tears slip down your face and land on Asmo’s thighs, soaking the fabric. He’s kneeling in front of you, his knees between your own.
“Asmo, I...” You sob, closing your eyes. The demon holds your head up while the rest of you goes limp in his grasp. “My dad,” you choke out. “My dad, he....”
“Oh MC,” Asmo whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
You shake your head. “I don’t... I can’t talk. I-I just....”
“Then don’t talk,” Asmo leans back, taking you with him. He holds you close in his grasp as you rest between his thighs. You lay your forehead against the Lust Avatar’s chest and cry. You shake with sobs as Asmo just hums a small, soothing tune.
“Sweet boy,” he whispers. He doesn’t know what to say to help you. He wants to try, but he knows words won’t solve anything.
Oh god what he wouldn’t give to be able to take away all of your pain with just a few words. You were still just a kid in his eyes. A child exposed to something so awful, something even he doesn’t like to think about: mortality.
“MC,” he hums. “Deep breaths.”
You breathe in deeply, then shakily exhale. You laugh, and Asmo never knew a laugh could sound so defeated. “I’m ruining your clothes.”
“I don’t care.” Asmo holds you tighter against him. “You need someone now more than ever, I’m not going to leave just to change into something less expensive.”
You laugh again, shaking your head. A tiny smile manages to grace your lips before you’re back to crying, and Asmo goes back to rocking you side to side, humming as he does.
barbatos
There’s a small knock at the castle door as the Demon Prince’s butler finishes up around the throne room. Barbatos looks up, then outside at the moon that’s high up in the grim Devildom sky. He blinks, then slowly makes his way over to answer the door.
“Who could it be at this hour,” he thinks aloud to himself.
The doors are heavy; anyone not used to the weight would have trouble opening them, but Barbatos shows no signs of struggling. He pulls open the doors with ease and is greeted with a curious sight: you. You, clutching something close to your chest. You, with a blank, emotionless look on your face. You, with no light in your once bright eyes.
"MC?" Barbatos furrows his brow. "It's late, dear. Come inside."
You don't respond. You can't respond. Your voice dies in your throat the second you even think about talking. You nod your head, taking a small step forward. Then, you shake your head furiously. You're so exhausted. You haven't the energy to do anything after the news. It took all your strength to run up here in search of Barbatos. Your body is tired, and your mind is drained. All you want is to ask your question, but hell, you can't even move anymore.
"MC." Barbatos gently grabs your shoulders. He tilts your head upwards to look into your dim eyes and you watch as a brief look of sorrow washes over him.
"Oh MC," he whispers. "Darling boy, I'm so sorry."
You look away, but even that begins to take an immense amount of energy.
"MC, I can't.... You know I can't." Barbatos pulls you close. "When rescuing you from mortality, I broke a lot of rules. I can't do that again."
You go limp in his grasp. Your father's gift that he gave you before you came to the Devildom clatters against the stone steps of Diavolo's castle. You close your eyes as Barbatos holds you tightly in his arms.
"Then can you send me to him?" You finally speak. Your voice is barely above a whisper. "If not I might do it myself. Barbatos, I... I don't know what to do."
"Life is precious, MC." Barbatos's voice is stern, almost angry. It makes you shut your eyes tighter. "Your father wouldn't want that. He'd want to see you flourish."
You don't respond. Barbatos feels like there's a hole in the pit of his stomach. He feels as if he himself has just lost something. He supposes that he did, in a way. He lost whatever part of you that you just lost. Thinking that, he hugs you tighter. So tight that it's almost painful. He's cold, you notice, and you're so warm to him.
His dear boy. His child that he'd do anything for. He can't help but feel guilty about that. He wouldn't do anything for you, he realizes, for he won't even bring your father back, even though he knows it will help you.
"I'm sorry, MC." He repeats.
You say nothing back, but the way you nudge his chin with your head tells him everything.
"I'm so sorry."
309 notes · View notes
thebusylilbee · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
god this is so sexy
28K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
5K notes · View notes
ominous-arcade · 29 days
Text
Tumblr media
Daycare Bee-tendant... the daycare is a giant hive where kids can pretend to be a bug and learn about bees. give this giant bee your toddlers please please please nothing will happen
180 notes · View notes
buck-yyyy · 1 year
Text
an introductory description of the greek club except it’s narrated like the meet the plastics scene in mean girls
473 notes · View notes
Text
Here's a very important piece of Fusionsprunt lore:
Hunter nicknamed B2 "Bee"
That's it. That's the lore. Thanks for reading.
139 notes · View notes
cirilee · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
delusional office drones of today ran, so this little worker bee in the not so distant dystopian future could walk
142 notes · View notes
falgaia · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
Apicultist Worker
Totemic Veil of the Honeybee
102 notes · View notes
Text
"Charmy calls Vector dad at some point-"
My mans, Charmy's a bee. He doesn't know what a dad is. That's his mom to him
96 notes · View notes
evilkaeya · 7 months
Text
did you guys know that skk are literal soulmates and they would find each other in every universe?
104 notes · View notes
foxthebeekeeper · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
Bumble queen and honey worker grabbing a snack together
272 notes · View notes
thebusylilbee · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
every week there's another news confirming the utter nightmare that these parisian olympics are going to be
86 notes · View notes
novapark · 2 months
Text
Some of ya'll clothing creators have never worked in an actual office and it shows.
35 notes · View notes
feath-r-hopper · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
he's heard a lot about you, mr jenson
61 notes · View notes
orangesand-lemons-234 · 2 months
Text
Headcanon that Albert just gets randomly emotional at night.
Race wakes up at like, 3am to the sounds of sniffling and turns over to see Albert crying his eyes out and Race, while extremely confused because why on earth is he crying at 3am, tries to comfort him and figure out what the fuck is happening.
Race: Al? What's going man, why're ya crying?
Albert, currently sobbing: The worker bees- They only live for th- for thirty days, which means that they- they spend their whole lives working for something they're probably never gonna even gonna see-
Race: Yup, and that's sad, but we're not worker bees buddy, and we have school in exactly four hours, so let's sleep this out, ey?
52 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
I need answers
294 notes · View notes