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You know, going through all these old papers and seeing all this old mail makes me really think something, there needs to be restrictions on the kinds of language that can be used when advertising things
Specifically stuff like... actually no, lets start with the most important one:
It should be 100% illegal to include anything that looks like a check or money in advertising, full stop. The amount of life insurance companies that have a realistic enough looking $50,000 check looking thing in the window that it can make your hope jump for a second before your brain catches up... well it literally ought to be illegal how many I see
Scummy, evil, I'm dead serious it should be a crime
Related and only slightly less evil, all the stocks or financial advice letters that are like "Someone's going to walk away a billionaire!"
Sorry, I actually literally don't think you should be allowed to use that kind of language, because you know that the only one statistically likely to make money off this is you (cause it's probably a pump and dump, but even if it's not... it's pretty easy to say it's unlikely people are getting rich off any one stock, that's too unlikely to honestly say it's a truly held belief)
All this stuff preys on desperation and hopelessness. I know exactly what's going on and it still pulls at me because I need help so bad
I'm not saying you can't sell advice on stock, I'm not saying you can't sell life insurance, what I'm saying it you literally by law shouldn't be able to use this kind of predatory language that targets people who are at their lowest trying to part them with their money because they're desperate and need help at a systemic level
It's immoral because of the amount of emotional damage I think it does (especially with the fake checks) having your lizard brain for a moment think there's hope, and I think it's actually genuinely criminal to allow people to use manipulative language with the soul goal of parting desperate people with their money by spinning them a dream
At a certain point I don't get to think that you get to hide behind that you're just "offering an opinion" on a stock or whatever... no... you're clearly trying to push people into leaping without looking
This isn't financial advice, this is you trying to turn a profit, and I don't think you should be allowed to turn a profit off this kind of language
Again, the stocks and advice stuff is harder to nail down, though I think you can and I think you can do it in a way that's fair to decent people and businesses
The fake check thing, that one's just open and shut in that it should be a crime
For once I actually can more or less come up with something close to what you could put into law right here in a tumblr post. It would roughly say:
No one for any reason shall produce approximations of objects of monetary value such as checks or legal currency for use in advertising
Anything that is not instantly recognizable as a fake by an average citizen is prohibited, and intentional obscurement of portions that make obvious that the object of monetary value is fake (such as mailing something that is clearly not a check, but positioning it in the envelope so the part viewed through the window looks convincing) shall surrender all protections of parody and be treated the same as approximating an object of value
The language could be tightened up, more could be added to close loopholes and to insure that silly joke money is clearly excluded, but I think the core of that should literally be a federal law (in every country frankly)
And yes... I do think that this would actually cover fake money used to tip people that's actually bible verses and such, cause frankly I think that should be illegal too and that your right to practice your religion stops when you're inflicting emotional harm on someone else by tricking them into thinking they're getting money
...I could be begrudgingly convinced to drop that part to focus on the bigger issue, but I do think that that one should also be illegal. Doesn't matter if you're not making money, you're advertising something using intentionally deceptive approximations of money
Anyway, the more I go through old mail the more strongly I feel about this stuff. My mom lost a lot of money buying into this garbage, and like I said, even knowing it's garbage it still tugs at me
I think it genuinely inflicts emotional damage having money you need dangled in front of you
So that's my stance, predatory language should be barred from advertising financial advice, but if we're too spineless to manage that, at the very least you shouldn't be allowed to fake $50,000 checks (that's always the amount) no matter how much they say "this is the amount your loved ones could get if you buy our life insurance"
No, you very intentionally made the part that people will see through the window look as realistic as possible, you don't get to hide behind the fact it's obviously fake once I open it
That should literally be a crime. There literally should be a law drafted and put on the books starting today to make that a crime
(Only good end is if since this mail was sent out it turns out that law did go into effect and I'm working with old stuff... but I doubt that)
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☽ chapter two | wc: 3k | series m.list ☾
“This may have been a mistake,” you admit to yourself, watching Mammon pursue the very nice, very expensive rack of clothes in front of him.
“You say somethin’?” Mammon asks, turning back towards you.
“Nope. Just wondering how you’re going to pay for all of that.”
Suddenly looking sheepish, Mammon’s hand twitches towards his pocket. “Uh.”
“No,” you say, groaning. “Please tell me you didn’t.”
“Look, I dunno what you want me to say. I’m the Avatar of Greed. I see something I want, I take it.” Mammon crosses his arms, defensive. Making him upset wasn’t your intention, so you hurriedly try to remedy the situation.
“And that’s all well and fine with me,” you say. “I don’t know the moral code of demons or how much your sin affects you. I just hope you don't steal from like, children. Or people who desperately need their money.”
Rolling his eyes to cover up the loosening of his muscles, Mammon looks at you like you’re the weird one for saying such a thing. “I’m a demon, not a monster,” he sniffs. “Even I have standards. But you really don’t care that I steal from others and cheat?”
“I mean, not really? This may be kind of a jerk thing to say, but as long as it’s not from me or people who’ll really be in a lurch because of it, no. You do you and all that.” You feel like an asshole for taking that stance, but it’s true. Mammon’s just following his instincts and you’re not going to begrudge him for that.
“Cool, cool.” Mammon rocks back on his heels, eyeing you appraisingly. “I wish you could tell Lucifer that.”
“He… doesn’t like you stealing?” you ask, and Mammon shakes his head.
“Nah, not really. He says it makes us look bad or whatever. I’m like ‘Aren’t we demons? Isn’t the whole point to look bad?’ but he just ignores me.”
Frowning, you try to follow Lucifer’s line of thinking, but admit you can’t. “That’s not very fair. I feel like he should let you indulge in your sin. Does he let the rest of your brothers?”
Mammon looks mildly uncomfortably, and you hope you haven’t crossed a line. “Well, yeah. But they're not scummy like me.”
With each word that comes out of Mammon’s mouth, you like Lucifer less and less. “I don’t think you’re scummy,” you say fiercely, with such a strength it surprises even yourself. “And I’m not Lucifer, so steal to your heart's content. Within reason. And in such a way that won’t bring the feds to my door,” you amend, and Mammon huffs out a laugh.
“Alright, alright,” says Mammon, turning back to the rack of clothes. “Not that I needed some human’s permission, though.”
“Right,” You say after a moment. “Of course.” You’d look around to see if maybe there was something you’d want normally, but the store Mammon has picked out is definitely out of your budget, so you content yourself with watching him shop, biting your tongue to hold back any feedback. You don’t want to say the wrong thing and accidentally offend him or something.
“Okay,” Mammon says, a few articles of clothing hung over his arm. “I think that’s just about everythin’.” He sighs. “Man, it sure has been a while since I’ve worn some genuine human-world clothes.”
“How long?” you venture. “You know, since you’ve been here?”
“Couple of decades, I guess,” Mammo answers with a shrug. “You humans sure progress fast.”
“Yeah, I guess we do,” you reply absentmindedly. Sure, you knew Mammon was a demon with thousands of years under his belt, but to hear him mention it so casually…
Checking out goes by smoothly enough, and soon Mammon is pulling off the brown jacket he had been wearing and replacing it with his new one, which is black with yellow stripes. You can’t help but notice how the blue lining on the inside matches his eyes. His brown jacket vanishes into the air, quickly and quietly, and you think that if you had blinked you would’ve missed it. He must have magicked it away.
You itch at the thought. Oh, to harness all of that power for yourself…
“Now, whaddya have for food in this place?” Mammon asks, rubbing his hands together. “I want to see how it measures up.”
“Well, we are at a mall, so it’ll be nothing too fancy, but there are lots of options at the food court,” you offer, pointing at it on the map. “And then there’s a handful of sit-down restaurants over by this bookstore.”
“Food court? Hell yeah!” Mammon says, so you assume that’s what he wants. When you get to the open area, Mammon looks at all of the different restaurants, seemingly impressed.
“So what do you want to get?” you ask, and Mammon shrugs.
“I don’t really know. I’m not super familiar with human-world food. Discounting Beel, Asmo’s the foodie, not me.”
“Asmo as in Asmodeus, right? Avatar of Lust?” you clarify, and Mammon nods.
“Yeah, he’s big into all of that social media stuff. Foods, trends, clothes, you name it, he knows about it and is making it trend.” Mammon chuckles fondly. “It’s a little scary, how good he is at working his audiences.”
“Do you do anything on social media?” you ask, scanning the different types of cuisine to try and figure out what Mammon might like. “You seem like you would.”
“I mean, some, but not a ton. I mostly appear online due to my modeling gigs.”
This gets your attention. “You model?”
“What? Think I’m not handsome enough to? I’ll have you know I’m very popular back home!” Mammon puffs out his chest, looking indignant.
“It’s not that,” you assure him. “you’re very, uh, attractive. I guess I just haven’t met many models before. What do you model?”
Mammon smiles, slow and sharp. Devilishly, your mind supplies.
“Whatever pays best.”
The answer, so on-brand but yet so unexpected, gets you. You laugh, covering your mouth. “Sorry,” you gasp, trying to get your breath back. “I don’t even know why I’m laughing.”
Mammon doesn’t respond, making you look up at him, still fighting giggles. he’s staring at you, eyes wide.
“What?”
“Nothin’,” Mammon says gruffly, turning away. “Let’s just get some damn food.”
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Mammon loads all of his bags into your car, happier than you’ve seen him thus far. The shopping trip really must have raised his spirits.
“What now?” Mammon asks, sliding into your passenger seat, and you shrug, starting up your car.
“I’m not sure. We can go back to my place or sight-see some more, it’s up to you. I don’t have anything planned for today.”
Mammon messes with your radio, something you’re already resigned to. Pick your battles and all that. “You don’t have to work or anythin’?”
“Not today,” you answer. “My shop is closed on the weekends.”
“Shop?” Mammon looks at you with interest, hand stilling.
“Oh, yeah.” You’d completely forgotten to show him your shop, which runs out of an outbuilding on the side of your house. “I sell spell ingredients, small potions, and other things like enchanted items or magical artifacts.”
“I thought you said you were a shit sorcerer,” Mammon accuses.
“I am! The only things I personally prepare are the raw ingredients. I have deals with local suppliers who need a seller for the rest. It’s a small shop, but it pays the bills.” You pause, looking at him critically. “Hey, do you think in exchange for staying at my house you can help out some? I’ve been putting off getting a helper but I really, really need one.”
“No way,” Mammon scoffs. “You really think I’m goin’ to spend all of my precious time up here slavin’ away? Nah, I’ll find a different way to pay you back.”
You heave out a sigh. “Fine, fine. Just don’t pay me with stolen money, okay? Just because I don’t care if you steal doesn’t mean I want to be an accessory to your crimes. The last thing I need is someone poking their nose around in my business.”
Mammon appraises you for a moment. “Fine, Sweetcheeks. I solemnly swear not to get you in any hot water.”
“Don’t get yourself in any either,” you order. “I also don’t have the time to bail you out of jail, magical or otherwise.”
Mammon laughs, then resumes messing with the radio. It doesn’t escape your notice that he hadn’t agreed, and you spare a moment to pray to whatever angelic deity that watches over you he doesn’t cause too much chaos. He’d also never answered you about what to do next, so you just decide to drive back to your house. You can always go somewhere later.
Once your car is parked in your driveway you get out and stretch. Mammon pops the trunk open and in a moment of niceness, you flick your wrist, sending the bags directly into your living room. Mammon turns to you, gaping.
“Was that you?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“First off, what if someone saw? Magic ain’t that accepted here, is it? And you’re pretty weak! What if the spell had gone wrong and you messed up my shit?”
For a moment you had thought he was worried about you. How silly.
“My house is pretty far out,” you say, gesturing to the empty countryside around you, “and it’s protected by a network of illusions and charms. No one’s going to be able to see. And I can manage that much, you know. I’m not completely helpless.”
Mammon inhales deeply, eyes glowing the same color yellow as what had filled the room when you’d summoned him. The normally invisible spells light up around the edges of your property, showing the elaborately linked protective net you’ve come up with. Mammon looks around, taking it all in. “How did you manage this?” he asks, tugging on one of the glowing sigils.
“I told you that I have deals worked out with local vendors.” Though you were the one who’d designed such a layout, you’re still surprised to see it all laid out like this. You’ve just had to trust that the spells are where they’re supposed to be and doing what they’re supposed to do all this time, as you’re unable to see them. “Not all of them are monetary.”
Mammon’s eyes return to normal, as does everything else, going back to its normal state of invisibility. He eyes you shrewdly, with a tinge of something that almost looks like respect.
“Huh. You’re deeper than you seem, Sweetcheeks,” he says, and you make a face.
“Thanks, I think.”
“Of course, of course.” Mammon flicks his hair and you can’t help but chuckle, grateful he’s not looking at you. You lead him inside, and he immediately heads for his bags, pulling it all out to inspect, even though he already knows what's inside. You wonder for a moment where he’s going to keep it all, then remember he’s a demon and can form pocket dimensions. Lord, how you wish you could do that. That would make your house and shop so much more organized. You would be able to do that if you had a pact, you think, eyeing Mammon slyly. Maybe you can still convince him to make a pact with you.
“So what now?” Mammon asks, flopping onto your couch, and you shrug.
“I asked if you wanted to go somewhere, but you never gave me an answer. So it’s up to you.”
Mammon thinks for a moment. “I suppose we outta come up with some sort of game plan. At some point, my brothers will come a-knocking, and it would be best to be prepared when they do. Plus, we need to find Solomon and a way to break this pesky spell.
“I forgot to ask this yesterday,” you begin, “but what exactly does the spell do? I know we’re bound, but what exactly does that mean?”
“To be honest, I’m not exactly sure,” Mammon says with a small frown. “The spell is almost like an urban legend, so although a lot of people are aware of it, there’s also a lot of misinformation floating around. I’ve heard some say that you can feel each other’s pain, and others say that you can draw on one another’s power much like a pact would.”
Lord, you hope that’s true.
“I guess the best thing to do would be to find a book on it,” you decide. “I have some acquaintances with extensive libraries so I’ll ask around and see if anyone has anything.” How you’re going to do that without arousing suspicion is still beyond you, but you’re sure you’ll figure something out.
“I guess I can see if anyone I know knows anythin’,” Mammon says. “But only as a last response. I’m already in enough trouble with the witches as it is.”
“You’re familiar with witches?” you ask. “Mammon, I swear to god if they come here I’m kicking you out the door right into their arms. I don’t mess with witches.”
“Relax, relax,” Mammon placates. “It’s not like they’re not huntin’ me down! They just lent me a bit of money one time and I still have to replay ‘em.”
“Are you stupid?” You know you’re being rude, but you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “You owe a debt to witches? Didn’t anyone ever tell you that that was the quickest way to screw yourself over?”
“I’m handlin’ it,” Mammon snaps, folding his arms. “Look, you’re not Lucifer, so stop lecturing me! I already know I messed up, but I was desperate!”
Taken aback by his forceful response, you relent. “Okay, I’m sorry. I was just surprised. Witches are bad news. They don’t mix with us sorcerers.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Mammon mutters, but he seems to forgive you. “I think I’m just gonna watch some TV now.”
“Alright,” you agree, figuring you could both use a moment apart. “I’ll leave you to it.”
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Working in your garden always settles your nerves. The feeling of the earth under your hands, the knowledge that the herbs will grow just as sure as the sun will rise, it’s calming. You’d started it as a way to get your own materials for your spells and charms, but after finding out you had a talent for greenery, you’d expanded it, leading to the shop you have today.
It’s a nice form of income, as well as a way for you to be recognized in the magic community, even without a sorcerer’s license. You’re proud to say you’re now the most well-known and reliable shop in the area, skilled at providing both goods and information.
Harvesting the last of the vervain you can safely take without stripping the plants of more than you should, you set it aside, moving along to the yarrow. Your once modest garden now sprawls across your backyard, open to all fae and animals but protected from humans. The deer and rabbits take only what they need, and the fae help your garden flourish, so you leave them be, secure in the knowledge that if it becomes a problem you can take away their access at any time.
Finishing up your harvesting, you sit back on your knees, enjoying the sunlight that lands on your face. Winter will come eventually and you’ll miss weather like this dearly. Your shop does fine even in the off-season, as you make sure to keep a smaller greenhouse running through magic, the rest of the herbs made up of provisions collected and set aside in the warmer months. It’s a simple system, but it works well for you.
Standing, you collect your basket and clippers, heading towards your shop. You keep it locked with a good old-fashioned antique lock and key, aware that any magical locks you could try would probably be easier to break by anyone really desperate to try and get in. You set the herbs up for drying then spend a few moments sweeping and restocking, making sure you’re ready to open tomorrow. You notice you’re running low on a few goods and write them down. You can contact the suppliers responsible for them tomorrow, when things are slower. Maybe you can use that time to ask about the binding spell too.
Oh, yeah, Mammon.
You need to figure out something to do with him. You have no doubt he’ll get bored easily, which really doesn’t bode well for you. He seems like he can be a menace if left to his own devices. Maybe you can make another attempt at convincing him to work for you? If he sees the shop and customers, he might be interested. Especially since you have a feeling he’s a people person.
But someone might recognize him and start asking questions… but isn’t that what you wanted? His name to back you up? This is all so confusing!
Setting the matter aside for the time being, you resolve to worry about it all tomorrow, when you can actually do something about it. In the meantime, you can enjoy the rest of your weekend. Maybe you could bake something? Even if Mammon doesn’t have a sweet tooth, you do.
Deciding to make a pie, you finish up your store, locking everything back up and heading inside. Mammon is still on the couch, and you can hear some show playing, so you leave him be, heading to the kitchen.
While you don’t grow fruit, you have a deal with a sweet farmer down the road who exchanges produce with you. Though she’s a regular, non-magical human, she puts your herbs to good use, and you do the same. Maybe if you have extra scraps of dough and filling you’ll make a mini pie and give it to her. The last time you saw her, she brought you apples, and you have no doubt they’ll be delicious, so you pull down your old family cookbook, blowing dust off of the yellow pages.
A pie is exactly what you need right now, especially since you have some leftover ice cream in the freezer to pair with it.
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There's a Chat in OM where Satan shows concern over Beel because he saw Beel talking to himself, crouched down in the garden, which Beel later reveals to have been him talking to a very frail plant he found because Mammon told him that talking to flowers helps them grow.
And what I adore about this is that it shows things about the brothers involved that we don't always get to see in the main game, or that are sometimes overlooked for the funny hijinks.
- Beel notices incredibly small details. The flower is small and hidden enough that Satan initially thinks he's talking to himself. He doesn’t actually see the plant at all. And Beel is the tallest brother, so it's not as if his height would be any help to him noticing something on the ground that's small, hidden, and frail, especially when he’s doing a task like watering the garden. That’s just a job to be done, and most people would pay more attention to where the water’s going and how much there’s left to do than they would to each individual flower. He must have been paying genuinely close attention to his surroundings to even notice it to begin with.
- Beel's care for things extends even to nature. He talks to the plant because he wants to help it grow. It's just a small, dying flower, one of however many there are in the House’s garden; there’s no reason to fret over it when there’s probably plenty of other flowers around it, and maybe even flowers of the same species.
But Beel’s genuinely invested in bringing it back to health. He’s seen this tiny, sickly, insignificant flower, and his first thought is to make it better. It's why he later clarifies the situation to MC, asking for more help, because the flower hasn't shown any signs of improvement.
(Very quietly, it makes me wonder if part of the reason he does this is guilt. Maybe Beel just doesn’t like to see things that are dying.)
- Despite how the brothers act towards Mammon most of the time, Beel fully takes on his advice. He spends days talking to the flower because Mammon told him that's something that might work, and it's only when the flower hasn't gotten better that he seeks more help.
At no point did he question this advice. At no point did he think that the “scummy” second-born would say something stupid, or irrelevant, or unhelpful. Mammon told him to talk to the plant, and he so did.
He says that he asked because Mammon was nearby, but at any time he could have just walked right past him, found someone else, and asked them. He could have completely ignored the fact that Mammon was there - especially considering how little the brothers tend to think of his ideas, to begin with - and found someone “more competent”. But he didn’t.
Which means he genuinely has no issues turning to Mammon for help. He genuinely thinks Mammon can give competent advice.
Out of all the brothers, Beel is usually the best when it comes to their overall treatment of the second-born, so maybe that isn’t surprising - but he can be derisive as well.
So it's nice to see, in a situation where it was just the two of them, without the antagonising influence of the others, Beel show he's more than willing to listen to Mammon as a voice of authority and knowledge - especially over something he's worried about. He respects and trusts what Mammon says, and believes it.
- Mammon saw Beel worried over a plant - something small and insignificant that has no greater purpose in the world and hosts no real interest for either of them - and gave him the best genuine advice he could.
Mammon likely doesn't actually know how to care for sick plants, but wanted to try and give Beel something to work with. We know he cares for his brothers deeply - almost (if not exactly) to the point of self sacrifice - so it's not a stretch at all to say he probably suggested talking to the plant in full seriousness, hoping it would help Beel.
It's a common piece of advice, after all. I've heard people say it all the time, from the most amateur gardener to the most professional; talking to your plants keeps them happy and helps them grow.
The bit that really gets me about it, though, is the fact that Mammon... knew it? Out of all things, you'd expect him to care about gardening the least - and to suggest talking to a plant even less. It goes completely against his image, but not against what we know of Mammon as a kind and caring (as well as emotional) demon beneath the facade.
Him, in a similar position to Beel, crouched down low and out of sight to murmur quietly to a plant he thinks needs an extra boost, is well within the spectrum of things Mammon would do but deny doing if caught.
And I just think it's sweet, imagining him passing on advice he's used in the past over a similar thing he might have done to try and help his clearly worried little brother.
- Satan, in a chat with Solomon and MC, shows genuine care and concern towards Beel.
His first instinct is to ask MC and Solomon if they might know what’s going on. He’s noticed a pattern of behaviour that’s unusual for Beel - “sitting out in the garden, mumbling to himself”, to quote him directly - and once it’s gotten to a point that he’s worried, he asks if anyone else knows what’s wrong.
It shows a fair bit of forethought, too. Satan didn’t immediately assume something was up, didn’t immediately dogpile on Beel; he let it play out, keeping a close eye, until it went on for long enough that he thought it might be something bigger. He’s often shown as being thoughtful about how others might react to things (at least, when he’s not enraged), but it’s interesting to see the actual depth of not only his caring, but his understanding of emotional states and how to handle them.
Satan isn’t heartless. If he notices something wrong, he’s very likely to approach the person in question (or people he trusts) with his concerns in a very gentle manner explicitly to avoid overwhelming them. He actively cares enough to pay attention to the people around him, and to notice when someone starts acting differently.
This is especially sweet when it comes to Beel. The brothers have a tendency to treat Beel as the big, gentle giant who doesn’t have a worry in the world except for what he wants to eat. He’s quiet, complains little, and shoulders so many burdens in stride that they often overlook his struggles - if they’re even aware that they exist, because Beel loves his family so much he tries to avoid troubling them.
The fact, then, that Satan not only noticed, not only inquired about his health, but then - when Solomon and MC suggest that maybe Beel’s stressed out and bottling up his emotions - openly says this:
Just shows so much love. The game sometimes overlooks just how much Satan loves his family, but this? This shows it, without a doubt.
- Satan messages the chat with Solomon in it.
This surprised me when I went back to look over the conversation; I genuinely remembered it as him talking to Levi, for some reason. Beyond that, if you asked me who I thought it’d be that he questioned for information regarding Beel’s health, it wouldn’t be Solomon that immediately jumped to mind.
In this situation, you’d think it’d make more sense for him to ask MC and Asmo (who he’s shown to have a very close and affectionate relationship with), or maybe MC and Belphie (who would probably be the first demon anyone should go to regarding Beel, and who Satan definitely gets on with).
As far as I’ve seen - which, admittedly, I’m not caught up on any of the Human World events from the main game beyond spoilers I’ve looked up - there’s not a lot of, if any, interactions between Beel and Solomon? Most of them are Solomon trying to give Beel food, and Beel trying to foister that food off onto someone else because Solomon’s cooking is one of the few things he can’t stomach.
So maybe it says more about Satan’s relationship with Solomon. Looking back through the chats, Solomon feels comfortable enough with Satan to outright ask him if he’s kissed MC (in the chat where Luke overheard Satan and MC talking about K.I.S.S.), and Satan doesn’t react negatively even though it’s a genuinely personal question.
Likewise, Satan, when furious over one of his dramas, immediately turns to the chat with MC and Solomon in it. He explicitly states that he doesn’t know what to do with the feelings he’s got left over from the cliffhanger, and wants to talk it over with the two humans. Which is interesting in two ways:
+ It shows that Satan is comfortable enough when angry to go to Solomon and MC, confident that they won’t actively make it worse (which is always possible when it comes to Satan’s Wrath once it’s ignited).
+ It shows that Satan’s more than happy to talk about how he feels in front of Solomon, and actively engaging him in that discussion. Yes, it’s only over a drama, but you don’t often turn to someone you don’t trust when you want to vent over something you’re passionate about.
There’s a fair bit of trust between them, I think, regardless of how either of them are typically viewed. Plus, the chat’s called Cat (3). It’s almost definitely just a pun, but the fact that a chat with Solomon and MC in it is also named after the one thing that can soothe Satan from an outright rage (as we’ve seen both in OtakuFM and in the main game) is interesting in what it implies about their relationship with him.
So, back to what I originally pondered: why did he go to Solomon and MC when he was concerned about Beel, and not Belphie (Beel’s twin, most likely to know what he’s up to) or Asmo (who lives at the House and is absolutely more likely to have seen Beel in the garden)?
He trusts Solomon and MC enough to take the matter seriously, with discretion.
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Come To The Back | 18+
bodyguard!Dabi x rich spoiled!Reader x bodyguard!Hawks
warnings: dubcon/noncon, drugged, intoxicated, somnophila, breeding kink, split roasting
words: 1.6k
note: Decided to take part in BNHA Degeneracy discord server’s 9 to 5 collab last minute 👀 one of the nastier stuff I’ve written 💦 scummy duo ahead, read with caution ⛔️
Babysitting spoiled brats like you can never be less annoying, all you ever really wanted to do in your spare time is to party, get wasted and high. Whilst the duo have to follow you around all day because it is your daddy’s order after all, ‘Keep my daughter safe or I will have your heads.’ He made sure the consequences were known if they failed, Keigo and Touya were merely bodyguards send to protect this spoiled brat daughter of this billionaire. They have no influence like he does, sure they could run but they can’t hide forever. You are supposed to be good for your daddy, stay out of danger since his rival is out to get him and his family.
Getting only a few hours of sleep each day because of you had begun to wear their patient, it wasn’t as though they could talk to you about it. Believer me, they tried. But of course, your spoiled brat ass went running to your daddy and complained about how Hawks and Dabi were being mean to you which results in their first warning; wedges cut for a month all thanks to you. They simply don’t get paid enough for this, for putting up with you and your father’s bullshit.
But a job is a job, they needed the money. Let’s just hope this issue your father have between him and some of his acquaintances resolves quickly before one of them snaps out of bitterness.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” The taller male huffed heavily, palms resting on either side of his hips as he stared down at your unconscious form. Your so-called friends were long gone after the party at this particular club has ended, leaving you out cold in the VIP booth before moving on with their night. You were mumbling none sense as Keigo went ahead and sat you upright with a soft coo, “Hey, you okay? Just drunk, stupidly high or both? Know where you are an angel?” Of course, the only responses they managed to get out of you were mumbles and grumbles that made absolutely no sense. “She’s definitely out of it.”
“You don’t say, let’s her out of here.” Touya bites back with a sigh, cigarette between his fingers. Seems like tonight will just be another night of them carrying your unconscious form back to the mansion, tugging you back into that warm and cosy cover of yours — or at least that’s what they should and suppose to do.
But rather they end up stripping those slutty clothes of yours, that’s what you want right? For men like them to use this body of yours, just admit it. You had been tempting and playing around with the duo for long enough, wearing these short skirts whenever they are around. Swaying your hips and batting your eyes at them whenever you pass them, you know fair well they cannot touch you because if your daddy knew; they would be gone. Good thing the man himself is gone for a couple of days due to a business trip, oh and they are going to have their fun with you.
One cock in your mouth and another buried deep inside your pussy, the duo wasted no time in stripping you naked after all. With your intoxicated and drugged-out self, it was easy for them to move you around, passing you between the two of them. “Fuck me, this pussy is good.” Keigo chuckled breathlessly, snapping his hips into that tight cunt of yours. Surely this is just an act right, pretending to be asleep so that they can continue to use you and let out their pent up frustration on you.
A cloud of smoke slipped between Touya’s lips has a low groan rumbled at his chest, stroking that slightly bulge neck of yours whilst a sadistic smirk tugged at his lips. You look much better like this, with cock at either end of your holes and being used them. “You should try these pretty lips too, given if you can last another round.” Touya taunts, earning a grunt from Keigo as he merely rolled his eyes at the other. “Fuck off.”
Just as the two began to bicker at each other, noises begin to come out of you. “Looks like our princess is awake.” Slowly, Touya slipped his hard pierced cock from those pretty plush lips. Allowing you to take a gasp of air whilst being as confused as ever with those hazy eyes, “Wh-what you doing?” There was a sense of panic in your voice and honestly, either one of them can blame you. Waking up to your bodyguards fucking you into cloud nine doesn’t happen every day and god knows how long they’ve been at it, “Oh don’t worry dove, we’re just taking good care of you. Right Dabs?” It was hard to keep his voice level without cracking as your ridge walls clamps down so tightly around his cock, even harder to hide that shit-eating smirk. Your jaw feels sore from how Touya been using you roughly, pussy feeling full, nice and stretched by Keigo’s cock.
“Exactly, you should be grateful, your highness. We don’t do this often, not free of charge at least.” Dabi’s voice was dangerously low as he mocked, reaching behind your neck and forcing you to take a look at the way his partner in crime’s cock disappearing into your slutty cunt. Even when you were passed out, it didn’t stop you from moaning and gushing slick between your legs. “This is what spoiled brats get when they tease too much.” A desperate whimper fell at those words, now that you are slightly more oriented you could feel the pleasure that comes with every thirst of Keigo’s hard cock. It would be a complete lie if you said you have never fantasied the duo take you like this before, they are handsome and attractive after all. Keigo with his witty charm and Dabi with his mysterious charm, it is hard to say no.
“That’s it baby, take it all! I-I’m cumming!” Keigo unloaded yet another ropes of cum deep inside your cunt, right up against your cervix adding to the growing mess. This totals up to three for his scores, Touya had been keeping track. Your lips hung open with drools tickling down the side of your lips, body reaching its own high whilst Keigo pulled out from your soaked pussy.
“Aw look at you, so pretty and all fucked out.” The sandy blonde man coos almost sympathetically, tugging those loose strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead. Seems like Touya had been doing quite the number on you too whilst fucking your throat open, it must be sore from those smooth metal rubbing and nudging along your velvety walls. You could feel your conscious fading in and out from that orgasm alone, swallowing on your own drool thickly as Keigo’s cum seeps out from you. Too bad this is far from over, Touya’s smirk widens as he leans down to capture those swollen lips. Exploring every inch he possibly can, warm metal swapping across your inner cheeks and lips. After all, you deserve a reward after taking Keigo’s load so good with your well-bred cunt.
“Don’t pass out on us just yet princess, you can take a few more rounds can’t you? For us hm?” Touya coos softly, cigarette scent lingering as he traces over your chin with his rough fingers. Keigo and his partner in crime exchanged a look; the look with a same shit-eating smirk stretched across their lips before switching places with Touya running his cock back and forth between your swollen slit and Keigo nudging at those pouty lips of yours. “Good girl.” One of them praises but you weren’t so sure who it was from, head spinning from the alcohol and drugs you had consumed hours before.
Touya is much rougher than the blonde when it comes to pounding you, with a merciless pace as the tip of his cock continuously hammer at your cervix. Pressing all of the right buttons inside with those round metals of his piercings, “Fuck.. you are good.. should’ve done this a long time ago.” He can barely count the number of time he had wanted to put you back in your places with his hands, forcing them to stay up all night just so you can get home safely — thrust, railing them on purpose — thrust. But Touya managed to hold back, that was until now where the final line has been drawn. It is a risky bet but Touya bet on that you wouldn’t tell your daddy how good your bodyguard fucked you, filled you to the brim with cum and made you into their own personal cumdump. You wouldn’t, why would you when you could have them do it all over again?
Keigo had you choking on a mixture of your own saliva and his essence, quickening his pace once as you could feel the way your throat burns deliciously around him throbbing cock. Maybe you shouldn’t have teased them as much as you had, maybe you should’ve listened to Dabi’s warnings of this dangerous game you had been playing with them. But it’s too late now, they had caught you by your cunt and lips. “Fuck... gonna breed you, see how your daddy likes it when he finds you all swollen with some unknown child.” Touya grunts, letting out a breathy laugh before it turns into something sinister. “You wouldn’t even know who’s the baby daddy would you?” Touya hissed at the way you suddenly squeezed around him when he mentioned it, “Oh you like it huh?” Which only made him grin wider as his climax approached and without a second warning — ropes of warm cum painted both ends of your walls white.
Your bodyguards are now a panting mess as they withdraw from you, sitting on the edge of your now white stained bed whilst a faint chuckle escaped Touya’s lips. “Liked the idea of bearing our kid that much? You slut.” The night is still young and it will be a few more days before you daddy comes home from his business trip, you couldn’t help but wonder what other ways the two of them would use you. Licking over your lips hazily, out of focus eyes gazed towards the two male. You want more, don’t you?
#bnha imagines#bnha smut#mha imagines#mha smut#hawks x reader#dabi x reader#dabi x reader x hawks#hawks x reader x dabi#collab#hawks smut#dabi smut#takami keigo#takami keigo x reader#tw’dubcon#tw’drug#tw’intoxicated#tw’somn#tw’breeding#tw’split roasting
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sundress || part 8
written portion under the cut!
sundress [part 8] || weirdly normal
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Saturday, 18 September, 4:33pm
“Sex?”
“No sex.”
“Not even a little bit of sex?! Just like, once a week!” Y/n lifts her head to level Yoongi with a glare, one that has him shrinking back and whispering ‘okay, no sex’. With a shake of her head, she’s dipping her head again, focusing in on the roll of parchment in her lap.
They’re sitting face to face on her bed, each holding some parchment and a quill as they try to ‘negotiate fair terms for their arrangement’, as Y/n had put it when Yoongi had complained about not needing rules.
Y/n’s making the final list of rules on her own parchment, Yoongi tearing off scraps of his and submitting suggestions, most of them sexual in nature. There’s a pile of rejects next to him, but he’s yet to lose hope. Ripping off another piece of paper, he scribbles ‘blowjobs?’ quickly and folds it in half, handing it over to her with a smile. She doesn’t even look up or open it, immediately crumpling it and throwing it back at him. It hits him squarely between the eyes.
Blinking once, he tears off another piece, unfazed - this one says ‘so no head?’. Somehow that one also hits him between the eyes.
“Okay — what do you think?” Y/n sits up straight with a smile, offering Yoongi her draft of the Rules List. He looks it over, eyebrows raised.
No sex!!
Romantic affection is to be kept to public situations as much as possible.
Saturday Night Routine is to remain untouched and untainted.
Min Yoongi must keep his scumminess to a minimum in private.
He finishes reading before looking up, eyes deadpan.
“You are so fucking boring.” Y/n scoffs, reaching out to take the parchment back, but he’s holding it above his head, grabbing for his quill. Quickly he scribbles a fifth rule, one that says “MAKE JEON JUNGKOOK SUFFER” in his chicken scratch. And then he looks up at her, another thought on his mind.
“We should have practice sessions.” Y/n furrows a brow, eyeing him with suspicion.
“What does that mean, and why do I already not like it?” He taps a finger on Rule #2, underlining the words ‘public situations’ lightly with his quill.
“We’re gonna be doing most of this stuff in public, so you’re gonna have to get used to getting freaky with me in public spaces. Library, broom closets, empty corridors and classrooms — that’s what I’m known for.” He looks almost proud when he says it, and Y/n can’t help her amused smile even as she shakes her head in disappointment.
“How are you so fundamentally gross as a person?” He grins back because she’s clearly fond of him, so he feels no shame in how he is, only explaining further.
“If the entirety of Hogwarts is gonna believe I’m taken and off the market, you’re gonna have to keep up with me, babe.” Y/n rolls her eyes, knowing he’s right despite not wanting to admit that. If Yoongi’s putting in the work to make it seem like he’s committed to her, she should at least meet him halfway. And Min Yoongi is a lot of things, but being a total sex fiend is what most people know him to be. She is gonna have to keep up.
“You realize it’s obvious you’re just trying to find somewhere to let out all your sexual frustration, right?” He doesn’t respond, only lifting an eyebrow, silently asking if she’s okay with that. After a moment, she’s sighing, pointing down at the list in his lap.
���Alright, fine. But we need rules for that, too.” He groans, throwing himself backwards onto her mattress dramatically.
“Why do you enjoy ruining every good thing in my life?” When she kicks at his thigh, he’s rolling over onto his stomach, flattening the parchment out in front of him so he can write the word ‘Sessions’, underlining it quickly. And then he looks at her.
“What are you comfortable doing?” She purses her lips, a smile dancing there, because she notices that he doesn’t make it about him and what he is and isn’t allowed to do. He makes it about her and respecting her boundaries. And she knows, by the way he’s tilting his head in confusion when she only smiles down at him, that he has no idea that he’s made that distinction. If he were anyone else, she’d be incredibly attracted to him right now.
But he is him. So she’s blinking that thought away, humming as she considers his question.
“Nothing below the belt…” He nods, writing as she speaks.
“Can I touch your butt?” When she lets out a noise of confusion, he’s looking up at her again. “Like, hand in your pocket while we walk, ass grabbing— that stuff.”
“Oh.” She hadn’t thought of that. She nods after a moment, not seeing the harm in him doing that. “Sure? Not my boobs, though.”
Immediately, he’s flopping backwards onto the bed again, whininess coating his voice when he complains.
“But I already felt everything in the shower! What’s the difference—Ow! Okay!” She’s pushed her feet up against his torso, kicking at him aggressively until he’s rolled away to where she can’t reach him. And then he’s pouting, making grabby hands at her for emphasis while he continues, at a distance now where he can complain safely.
“You know I’d pick tits over ass any day! You’re just doing this to hurt me.” Y/n only smiles mockingly, reaching out to tap a finger on the paper.
“Don’t forget to write ‘no boobs’ there, too!” Yoongi grimaces, rolling back toward her and picking up his quill, angrily scratching the words into the parchment.
“Okay, anything else?” He’d made a big fuss about not being able to touch her boobs, but he’s already over it, and — again — Y/n finds herself full of adoration that Yoongi will never push her boundaries, already having accepted them even when he was complaining about them.
You’re just all bark and no bite, aren’t you?
“Actually, I do bite. I like biting. Why do you ask?” Fighting the urge to smack the palm of her hand to her forehead at the realization that she’d said that aloud, Y/n shakes her head at Yoongi, who seems innocently confused. He shrugs when she doesn’t explain, his eyes lighting up when he thinks of something.
“We should do kinks.” Y/n rolls her eyes.
“Absolutely not—"
“Why not?! We’re gonna figure out what we like eventually if we’re doing these practice sessions, so why not talk about it?” He looks childishly enraged, his pout returning. She only laughs at him, shaking her head.
“Because we’re not doing anything sexual, so what’s the point?” He sighs, sitting up and facing her, crossing his legs as he goes.
“Kinks don’t have to be sexual, you big nerd. It’s not about the sex — it’s about the trust.” Y/n blinks, not having expected him to say something so serious.
“Okay… but if it’s about the trust, how are you acting on all your kinks with the other people? You don’t really know them.” He smiles softly, shaking his head.
“I usually don’t, actually. I just do whatever they want.” Y/n gapes at him, unable to believe that Yoongi had been holding back this whole time.
“So, if someone’s into choking—"
“It’s up to them if they want to trust me to do that for them. Obviously, I’d never go too far, but everyone’s trust thresholds are different. Mine’s just really high, so I always made it about them instead.” He shrugs while he says it, as if they’re talking about what he’d had for lunch and not the surprising weight he puts on trust in sexual situations.
“And you wanna explore that stuff now? With me? We’re not even together.” He tilts his head in confusion again.
“Yeah? There’s no one I trust more than you.” Y/n thinks her head might actually start spinning, because Min Yoongi’s brain is just not wired the same as hers. His ability to be both incredibly simple about his life outlook and shockingly nuanced about the inner workings of his mind — he’s more than just confident and sure of himself. He’s completely self-aware. It’s not the first time she’s been stupidly fond of him, but right now, she thinks he’s amazing.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/n blinks, realizing she’s just been staring at him that entire time. She shakes her head, slightly dazed, not even noticing that Yoongi’s looking at her with suspicious eyes. Pointing back to the list, she clears her throat awkwardly.
“Yeah, sure, kinks. But — I’m not telling you shit, it’s embarrassing. Figure it out yourself.” Eyebrows flying to his hairline, Yoongi reaches for the quill slowly, uncertainly.
“For real? You’re down?” She nods, trying to move on already, but Yoongi’s not letting it go, even as he writes it down. “Like… a game, then? We just test shit and see how we react? Because I already know you like having your hair pulled—“
“Oh my— Yoongi!” He snickers at her embarrassment, shaking his head. She has no reason to be shy, he thinks to himself. I’m the last person she has to worry about.
“So…” He glances up at her from where he lies, his eyes full of mischief. Y/n eyes him suspiciously, because he’s definitely about to say something stupid.
“Should we start now, then?” Lifting himself up onto all fours, he starts to crawl over to her, a smirk dancing on the edges of his lips — one that’s hidden quickly by the hand Y/n’s planting on his face, stopping him from coming any closer.
“Get out of my room, Yoongi.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Redirecting, Yoongi heads for the edge of the bed, sliding his sneakers on before standing. “I’ll be back in a couple hours—“ Turning, he cuts himself off, leaning down into Y/n’s face and smiling fondly when she backs away, rightfully wary of him.
“Kiss, please.” She’s immediately glaring, and he’s pointing down at the list on her bed, affronted. “You said Saturday Night Routine has to remain untouched — I still have like 2 hours until then. Kiss, please.”
With an irritated sigh, Y/n leans up, cupping Yoongi’s face and pressing her lips gently to his. Even knowing he’s probably got something up his sleeve, she’s unprepared for him to nibble at her bottom lip, trying to deepen the kiss. Pulling away quickly, she’s smacking at his arm indignantly, glaring when he laughs openly, his shoulders shaking as he does. He leans down quickly, pressing one last kiss to her lips before ducking out of the way of her swinging fist, chuckling to himself as he slings his bag over his shoulder and heads for the door.
“Don’t forget to choose something for us to watch while I pick up our food, okay? I’m not tryna let my dinner get cold because you’re indecisive.”
“That only happened once!” He shoots her a grin over his shoulder as he’s pulling her door open, his eyes amused.
“Love you!” Y/n rolls her eyes at the sing-song way he says it, responding with an annoyed ‘yeah, love you too’ as he’s closing the door behind him. She sits on her bed in silence for a few moments, vaguely disgruntled as she looks down at their list of rules and thinks about that entire conversation.
That was… weirdly normal.
#bts au#bts smau#bts social media au#bts texts#bts hogwarts au#min yoongi#yoongi x reader#yoongi texts
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Come One, Come All! (Dark!Loki x reader) p.2
Summary: A girls night out to the fair takes an insidious turn.
Warnings: Noncon/Rape, Knife play, Oral (m&f), Smut, Bondage, Kidnapping
This is a dark fic! 18+ ONLY! Explicit Adult content. Please READ THE WARNINGS! Do not continue if these matters upset you!
Authors Note: Here is part 2, for those who have taken a chance on my trash, thank you so much!! I hope I don’t disappoint. ❤️
Chapter 2:
You feel your chest seize and you start to shake as your heart rate skyrockets, your body and mind dissolving into a full blown panic attack as you feel around the black box imprisoning you. You are only locked in for a minute before you hear rustling outside and you are thrown into the wall as the whole box shifts and turns.
“What the fuck. Oh my god, someone help! Please let me out!” Your voice cracks as your pleading grows more desperate with each passing minute.
You try to hold out hope that it’s a prank or part of the experience but after what you were sure had to be at least ten minutes of begging to possibly no one, you sag in defeat. Your eyes burn with hot tears, the temperature inside the box rising the longer you sit there. Stewing in silence and sweat, you listen to anything that might tell you where you have been moved to but the joyful bustle of the carnival fades early on.
You fall asleep hunched at the bottom of the box, arms wrapped tightly around your knees. You don’t know for how long but you are awoken roughly as the box tips over sending you face first into the solid surface. You grunt and stretch out, turning to lay on your back.
“Open it” you hear faintly.
The wall above you is ripped off instantly by a singular muscular arm. Startled, you gasp but manage to hold in the pathetic squeak when you look up into piercing blue eyes shrouded in unruly golden hair. Your own eyes widening as you take in the sheer mass of this man.
The muscles under his sun-kissed skin ripple as he huffs and stands straight. He scratches his bearded jaw, looking over to the darker figure you could barely see standing across from him.
“Yes I can see why you liked this one. Inquisitive eyes. A bit of fire in there, yes?” The hulking blond man raises a brow and smirks at you.
Had you not been in your current situation he would have been the type of man you could drool over for days. But considering the fact that you appear to be kidnapped, his physique only enhances your trepidation.
“Where the fuck am I?” You demand, fighting your soft-spoken nature.
“Yeah, there’s that fire” the large man chuckles deeply. “Want me to put her on the wall?” He asks looking back to his silent counterpart.
“The wall?” You mutter, panic rising again at the prospect of being ‘put’ anywhere.
“Yes, then you may go. Thank you , Thor” The darker mans voice drones, sounding bored.
The larger man, Thor, leans down and goes to grab you, making you scream and try to slap away his arms which is clearly ineffective, considering his bicep is the size of your head. He grabs your wrists easily and pulls you to your feet, you try going limp but he hardly seems to notice as he drags you out of the box. You start kicking and flailing wildly as he tosses you against a hard flat wooden surface attached to the wall. You sob as he takes one of your arms and stretches it straight out and snaps a mounted metal cuff around your wrist. You reach over with your free hand and try to unclasp the lock but he catches you and stretches the other arm out to the other side, rendering you completely helpless.
Arms spread wide, you feel exposed and vulnerable, especially when he traces his hand over your breasts before stepping away. That’s when you finally look at the thing you are mounted to. A circular wooden board painted red and white like a giant target, with you at the center.
“What the hell is this?” You tremble.
“Ankles too, for now” the dark suited man directs from across the room.
“Oh, well aren’t you a lucky girl” Thor chuckles under his breath before kneeling down and spreading your legs, attaching each to a similar iron restraint.
“Please. Please let me go” you plead softly to the bulky blond as he stands straight and smiles at you.
Thor brushes his thumb under your eye, catching a stray tear before sucking it into his mouth and humming.
“So sweet.” He praises before winking at you and leaving the room.
Your eyes settle on the lithe figure facing away from you. He’s tall and although he’s not as thick as Thor, you can tell he doesn’t lack strength either. He sheds his jacket and lays it neatly across the desk in front of him.
“If this is s-some sort of joke, it’s not funny” you stutter.
You watch in horror as he slowly turns to look at you, leaning back on his desk and crossing his ankles.
“You’re a clever girl, does this feel like a prank to you, darling?” His voice is as smooth as silk.
“Why are you doing this? Where are my friends?” You question, dreading the answer.
“Oh they will make fine prizes for the highest bidder. But you, darling… you caught my attention.” He explains blithely, slowly unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and rolling the sleeves up to his elbows.
“Lucky me” you scoff, narrowing your eyes at him as a wave of anger washes over you at the mention of your friends.
“Indeed.” He smiles cruelly.
“I swear to god if you hurt my friends –“ you fume before getting cut off suddenly.
You barely see the silver glint as something small whizzes through the air toward your head. A sharp silver blade sinks into the board next to your head, the shock causing you to choke on a gasp. It was mere inches away from your eye.
“Care to threaten me again?” He smirks, holding another knife in his right hand, the sharp point of it delicately pressing into the middle finger of his left hand.
You gulp as your body shakes uncontrollably, your life seemed to flash before your eyes in that moment. How did he throw that so fast, you say to yourself, the target behind you making more sense now. You shake your head in response to his question, voice lost amongst the adrenaline coursing through you.
“Very well” he nods once, with a small smile.
Your eyes are glued to the dagger in his hand, as he flourishes it about casually. Your muscles tense every time he tosses it gently in the air before catching it.
“Now, I want to know how you solved those riddles so quickly today” he asks lightly before throwing another dagger, this one splintering the wood inches away on the other side of your head. “And no lies.”
You squeak and close your eyes, body trembling so badly you aren’t sure how to form words anymore.
“I – I don’t know. I just did.” You manage to stammer out. “Please stop.”
Another dagger flies through the air, landing with a thud between your thighs.
“Oh my god, please! Please” you cry.
“You know some people could figure out one, maybe two, within the time limit. Most just get the answers from those who went before them. Others just come back repeatedly, mindlessly searching for the keys. But you… such a clever girl” he purred, pushing himself away from the desk still clutching another knife.
“You can hardly blame me for being curious” he continues, taking slow steps toward you.
He stops before you, admiring your terrified expression before dropping his eyes down your body. You pull on the restraints and shift in discomfort at his close proximity. He smiles as his eyes connect once more with your own, his pupils blown wide.
“I’m sorry, okay. I wasn’t trying to – I won’t ever do it again. Just please let me and my friends go,” you beg.
You watch him smirk and sniff at your pathetic pleas, both fully aware you have nothing to offer. He turns and calmly walks back to his desk.
“Ugh let me go you fucking creep! What do you want from me?” Anger and panic causing you to lash out desperately.
He turns and flings another dagger at you, but this time you feel a sharp pain under your arm. You look over to see the dagger pinning your shirt to the board, slowly staining with blood.
“Oh my god!” You scream shifting your arm away from the dagger. “You cut me!”
“Barely more than a scratch. You’ll survive.” He assured you coolly with a roll of his eyes.
You feel the slow flow of warmth trickle down the underside of your arm and you whimper as you watch him near you again. He stops in front of you and pulls the dagger from the board, releasing your shirt. He admires the blade for a moment and then reaches out to you, making you flinch away. His eyes flare at your reaction and he tuts disapprovingly.
“This shirt, however…” he mocks, sliding the sharp end of the blade under the hem of the fabric along your stomach, “I’m afraid it will not.”
You gasp as he brings the knife up cutting through the flimsy material with barely any resistance. You cry as the cool air breezes over your exposed stomach. The useless cloth hanging loosely off your arms.
“Better” he coos his appraisal, as he glides the tip of the knife from your neck to your navel.
Your chest heaves as the reality set in like a boulder dropping in your stomach. You can’t believe this is how your ‘fun night out’ is going. Cursing your luck as you wonder why the hell your intelligence only seemed to lead you to trouble and scummy men.
“All of this because I solved your stupid riddles” you gripe, shaking your head in bitter disbelief.
“Stupid?” He repeats, his face twisting in disgust at the insult.
“Yeah, what is it? You have a problem with women smarter than you? No, that can’t be it, you’d have to be used to that by now.” You sneer.
You don’t know where this boldness is coming from, but something about this man makes you angry, and you figure, what do I have to lose?
His face twists in anger and he slams the dagger into the wall above your head. Your head is now caged in by three sharp knives and yet you suppress a flinch.
“That, wasn’t so smart, darling.” His lip curls in amusement as he backs off slightly and grips the rounded edge of the board spinning it until you are hanging upside down.
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A different take on their relationships
So I was scrolling through the genshin thread and soon came to a realization that most of the relationship Hc’s were pretty fluff based, which got me thinking - was that really all there was? Even if Genshin was a heartfelt game i couldnt really believe that all of them would be pure husband material - which sort of spiraled into this.
- This is purely my take on how some of the Genshin boys would approach relationships, its just some random thoughts though so take it as you will.
Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe
Tw: angst, abuse, toxic relationships, mentions of death, just overall scummy behavior.
Slight NSFW
Minors DNI
Zhongli
Honestly, out of the whole lot of them i think he’d be the most civil. Apart from his bad traits that is.
First of all I dont believe Zhongli would actively pursue a relationship, however he would be open to it, though the chances of it being a special “love at first sight” is practically zero. Hes lived thousands of years and seen humanity evolve as a whole, hes met millions of people over the years and peoples faces really arent that different, they just blur together at this point. So if we were to go by that logic, his love interest would have to be someone he interacts with on a day to day basis - or at the very least weekly.
If he was starting to develop an attachment to you, I believe he would also be fairly upfront about it, asking you out and courting you wouldn't be anything new, he’s had lovers before after all.
But this is where it starts to get a bit off-putting. Even if your relationship is sailing along fine, he’d still compare it to the others he’s had. Your taste in clothing, your choice of books, how you style your hair. Every now and again he’d utter something like “Ah ___ used to style their hair like that.” Or “Your eyes are so familiar, just like ___...” in which case the blank space is a previous lovers name. Not that he’d divulge that to you. Even if you ask him about the people he keeps mentioning he’d brush you off and change the subject. Though sometimes he forgets himself and calls you by a different name.
He would also never tell you he’s a God. And you wouldn’t find out either.
Hes hidden it from the whole of Liyue, why would you be any different? His role as Archon was over anyway so there would be no point to it.
So you would live your life never finding out about him, not ever truly reaching his heart, because his heart is already filled to the brim with memories, and whatever little space you occupy there would also fade along with your passing. You would have no children, for I truly believe that Zhongli just would not want children, his one and only child would remain Liyue, and your name would be uttered in passing, when he confuses his next lover with you.
Happy Ending?
Zhongli would still love you
He would cherish and comfort you
But there was nothing in this world more lonely than immortality.
He would love again but it would only repeat the cycle unless he truly comes to terms with himself.
It would take a lot of time, perhaps even an eternity, but I believe that his past relationships would actually help him realize something.
That even though humans were much the same he loved you all individually.
At the end of time he would recount each one of your names, in the hopes that you would take him with you, so that he could finally apologize.
Diluc
I honestly believe he just does not want a relationship. Not now anyway, not when hes 20+ years old. So the thought of him forming a crrush on you or any sort of real romantic attachment would also be pretty slim. He’d be your friend, sure, your best friend even, but when it comes to being your boyfriend? It wouldn’t be what you think it is.
If he does form a relationship with you its because you confessed, and you asked him whether or not he was willing to give it a go, and considering you already know each other so well he didn't really see a reason why not. Though it wasn't out of love that he’d agree.
I do believe that he’d still be a gentleman, he would send you flowers, and he would take you on walks, he would also give you gifts, but all of those were just out of courtesy. He was taught to behave like a gentleman, and so he would.
He would never be available, always working, always busy, never in a good mood. “Don't bother me, I'm busy.” He’d coldly order. And if you tried to do something nice to him like cook him a meal whilst he’s working he’d just tell you not to bother, the butler can make it better than you so why even try.
You would be a hitch in his schedule, an added task every day, another time consuming detail he had to take into consideration. But considering he was the one who agreed to the whole idea, he would simply have to deal with it.
As for intimacy, it would be rare. He’d kiss you just because he was curious how it would feel, he’d fuck you just because you asked him to, and sure he might have enjoyed it, you even said you enjoyed it, but it wouldn't become a regular thing between you two. He would come home exhausted, sore and half asleep, so on most days you can expect him to share simple words of greeting before he falls asleep.
If you got tired of it he would just let you go, both of you could see it wasn't working, so why bother try to fix it. You deserve better than him, a man that would love and cherish you, but right now, he simply cannot.
Those are your parting words, he wishes you luck and thanks you for your patience, whether or not you remain friends after that is really up to you.
Happy Ending?
What Diluc needs more than anyone else is time
Time to really heal
Time to forgive himself
Time to start loving the world again.
And I believe he would learn to do those things if time was given.
He would one day realize that his heart yearned for something other than day to day work, something that you tried to show him long ago.
He would fall in love eventually, perhaps not with you, but he would finally open his heart.
He would love earnestly and faithfully till the end of his days.
Kaeya
He’s well known as a flirt in Mondstat, he’s slept with people around town and chances are that’s how he first met you. Whether you slept with him or rejected him didn’t matter, what he was after was your looks after all.
He’d seduce you with praise and compliments, he’d lavish you with gifts and roses, as long as you give him something in return that is.
If you didn’t it wouldn’t really bother him much, he’d simply abandon the thought of you and turn his eyes on another pretty face, if you ever ask him about why he suddenly stopped he’d respond with “I don’t like wasting my time sweetheart.”
However if you give in to his seductions I believe he would eventually start enveloping the idea about being your boyfriend, the idea of you being his and him being yours was tempting for sure. It would take a while but he would also stop flirting so shamelessly with other people, he no longer saw a reason for it now that you were his after all.
But he would never truly yield his heart to you, always keeping secrets, always masking his emotions with sly words. I don’t think he’d ever really open up about his past or about the depths of his mind. But he would love you, and he would protect you, he would cherish you the only way he knew how, by keeping you in the dark, lest you regret your decision in loving him.
Happy ending?
His habits would change as he grows older
They would truly shift when he sees his first child in your arms.
He would cry, not even knowing why
He would fall so helplessly in love with the thought of a happy future and he would be terrified by it
But if you stay by his side, if you make him believe he can have a happy life and a future with you
He would give you the world, if only you make him believe those words.
Childe
Honestly the worst out of all of them.
Now, I firmly believe that he also would not pursue a romantic relationship if given a choice, but his heart is fickle and easily swayed by his own emotions, so when he sees you pop up every now and again he’d undoubtedly would act on his feelings.
He’d charm you, wine and dine you and treat you like a princess if you so wished. He would make sure you had everything you had ever wanted, he’d make promises of love and marriage, but after he gets what he wants, he would leave you.
Just like that, without a word, without a note, nothing. So when you see him after months of confusion, guilt and regret you would ask him why he had left, and all he would say is “What else did you expect?” He’s a Fatui after all, and he has no time for thoughts of tomorrow or promises for the future. His eyes would hold no warmth as he noted that the interaction was rather fair in his eyes, he had treated you like a princess after all.
He has no time to think of anyone else but his family and his duty to Tsaritsa, you were just a toy he liked playing with for a while till you got boring, now move before he breaks you.
Happy Ending?
Now I truly believe that there is someone out there for everyone
Even for someone like Childe
But that someone would have to be exceptional - someone with a commanding sense of self respect, someone with purpose and belief, someone with a fate of their own.
They wouldn't have to be a fighter or even an adventurer, but they would have to be a force of their own to be able to show Childe what kind of life he was truly living.
He knew he was in hell, but meeting someone like that would make it all the more apparent
But if they reached out their hand to him, if they gave him a chance.
He believed he would see a world in colors he never knew existed.
And he would love truly and openly, he would shed his heart to them and only them.
#genshin impact#genshin imagines#childe#diluc#zhongli#kaeya#kaeya x you#zhongli x you#childe x you#diluc x you#genshin angst#tw
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Hii, I've seen you have open requests and I have been thinking about this for a while, so I wonder if you could do something with Mammon x female reader who one day just snaps at brothers, because the way they keep talking about him being stupid and worthless hits too close to her own experience and she doesn't want anyone else to go through it? 🥺 I hope it's not too complicated, I just feel so soft for Mammon lately 🥺 Thank you in advance! 💖
Of course! I actually love this idea. This is more gender neutral than female since there wasn’t really any instance where pronouns/gender became really relevant for the reader.
Scummy (GN!MC x Mammon)
Warnings for cussing, possibly emotional abuse
I’m also a little mean to Satan, Asmo, and Leviathan in this I’m sorry (I don’t hate any of them but MC had to snap at someone in this 😔 being mean to Satan especially hurt bc hes my favorite)
You were sick of it. It was as if Mammon so much as breathed wrong that his brothers would start insulting him.
It reminded you of how your family would take every opportunity to put you down, picking apart every mistake you made while ignoring all of your successes.
Today was the day you finally had enough.
Mammon had come in, excitedly talking about a big modeling gig he had scored and how he was going to make loads from it. Rather than congratulating him, his brothers began making jabs at him.
“So what? You’re just gonna gamble it all away in a week.” Was Satan’s voice always this condescending?
“A week? More like a day lololol!” Leviathan’s laugh sounded crueler than you remember.
“I don’t even know why you keep getting gigs! You’re not even THAT good looking!” Asmodeus’ normally comforting voice sounded more like nails not a chalk board now.
Mammon’s smile faultered, distress hiding behind his eyes.
“Shaddup! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” He was getting defensive, trying to protect his ego.
“You know we’re right, scumbag. Just because you did one thing right doesn’t mean-“ You didn’t even let Leviathan finish.
“CAN YOU ALL SHUT UP? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
The four brothers froze and turned to you, their faces all expressing various degrees of shock.
“Why do you always pick on Mammon? I get being frusterated when he steals from you, but this? HE DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING!”
You looked at Satan first, not caring about any possible consequences about what you were going to say.
“If he’s scummy than what are you? You’re a passive aggressive asshole who resorts to cursing people rather than talking anything out!”
Leviathan was next.
“You’re so absorbed in self pity that you would cry about nothing being fair instead of going out and fixing your problems!”
And finally Asmodeus.
“And you’re a whiny narcissist who thinks you’re entitled to everyone’s attention!”
The brothers were dumbfounded. You had never lashed out at any of them like this.
Without another word, you grabbed Mammon’s hand and dragged him to your room.
“M-MC what was that about, huh? They could have hurt you for saying that kinda stuff!” Mammon was trembling, overwhelmed and confused as to why someone would do something that bold to defend him.
“Because I’m sick of them treating you like shit! Why do you just let them talk like that to you?” You noticed that small tears started to form in the corner of his eyes.
“The G-Great M-Mamm-Mammon doesn’t-“ He couldn’t even finish his sentence before breaking down.
“Fuck, MC, I don’t know! Maybe cause they’re right. I’m the scummy second born! All I do is steal and gamble and lie and-“
You cut him off by hugging him tightly, burying your face in his chest as his tears fell onto your head.
“They’re not right. You’re the best demon I know. You protect me, make me laugh, keep me company, and so much more. You’re my first man and I love you.”
His face turned red when you said that you loved him. While he would often say that he’s your first so you should love him, he never thought you would genuinely love him back.
“I love you too.” He gulped.
Feeling bold, he gently lifted your face to his and kissed your lips like he had been dying to for so long.
You moved your arms to rest over his shoulders and deepened the kiss.
By the time you pulled away, both of your faces looked as red as Diavolo’s hair.
“S-so does this mean you’re mine? I mean you’re already mine but I mean-“
You cut him off with a laugh.
“Of course I am. As long as you’re mine too.”
He continued to hold you close until you heard a loud knock at your door.
Realization smacked you when you remembered that you had insulted three of the most powerful demons in the Devildom not even half an hour ago.
Mammon saw that you were scared and placed a kiss on your forehead.
“Don’t think I wouldn’t protect my treasure if they try anything.”
Mammon opened the door, making it clear to his brothers that if they were here for revenge that he would stop them. While he may not be the most calculating demon he was still the second strongest of them all.
“We came to apologize. MC made us realize that we may have been too harsh to you.” Satan said, looking at his feet shamefully.
“While you might not be as pretty as me-“ Satan elbowed Asmodues in warning before the fifth born continued, “getting a modeling gig like that is something that you deserve to be happy about.”
“This reminds me of this one episode from ‘I’m a the Second Most Powerful Demon Lord but No One Respects Me’ where the main characters brothers realized that they were being jerks because the main character’s human friend yelled at them!”
Everyone looked at Leviathan with a look of annoyance before he blushed.
“I mean um- I’m sorry for being a jerk to you, Mammon.”
“W-well you should be! Insulting the Great Mammon like that! In fact, I think each of you should give me 1,000 grimm to show me how sorry you really are!”
The brothers groaned in annoyance. At least Mammon was back to his usual self.
#obey me#obey me mammon#obey me mammon x mc#obey me mammon x reader#mammon x reader#mammon x mc#obey me imagines#obey me reader insert
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Could I request the demon brothers reactions to MC falling asleep on them and then getting really cuddly in her sleep and nuzling up close to him
PROMPT :: “Hold me close, and hold me tight.”
Rating: SFW
Words: 300-450 per character
Characters: Demon brothers + MC / Gender-Neutral Reader
Notes: This was so fluffy and I thoroughly enjoyed writing this! I had to scrap some ideas because it ended up with most of the demon brothers bringing MC to bed [the most comfortable cuddle place, tbh]. I had to make adjustments so I hope you like it! Thank you for requesting~
LUCIFER
It was an odd request, Lucifer wouldn’t deny. Well… ‘odd’ is quite harsh.
Perhaps, just bizarre?
You had summoned him to the planetarium, with the order of bringing his comforter and pillow. Being in a pact with you, the Avatar of Pride couldn’t do anything but oblige to the peculiar instruction.
That was a few moments earlier.
Now, he’s lying down beside you, all snuggled up in each other’s arms – all alone in the planetarium.
He chuckled at this little idea of a ‘dinner date,’ [the pizza has long been forgotten] “If you wanted to sleep, we could’ve very well done that in my room, no?”
“Hmm,” You agreed sleepily, cuddling closer and wrapping him in a tighter embrace, “Luke said there’ll be… there’ll be meteor showers seen… seen from Devildom tonight.”
Admittedly hating the fact that you’ve named another man while you’re in his presence, Lucifer couldn’t help but silently thank the little chihua– angel.
You wouldn’t have this lovely idea if not for the do—angel’s words, anyway.
“You can sleep, dear.” He said in an affectionate tone. Lucifer moved your fringe to the side, giving your forehead a gentle kiss, “You look awfully tired today…”
There was a moment of silence between the two of you, he was sure of himself that you had dozed off.
“Sleep well–”
“Hhhnoooo…” You protested, suddenly barely awake once again. With a smile on your lips, you beamed at the obsidian-haired demon with as much energy as you can, “I wanted to see them with you.”
MAMMON
To hell with Lucifer and his stupid rules.
The white-haired demon spun his pen on his hand in irritation at the list of figures before him.
He can’t memorize it all by dawn! It’s absolutely impossible!
“This is so damn frustrating!” Mammon complained; he crumpled up the paper you had prepared for him for his History of Devildom and its Nine Circles exam tomorrow.
Mammon felt you stir beside him. You have fallen asleep by his side, one arm draped around him in a loose embrace.
Both of you were situated by the sofa, a place he deemed where he’s most comfortable to ‘study’ - second only to his bed but you refused to sit there in case he falls asleep on you.
Your peaceful face alone was enough to calm him down from his frustration.
Staring at you for a while, the Avatar of Greed noticed the bags under your eyes, your face visibly tired… Was it because you’ve been up last night trying to make a comprehensive reviewer for him?
At the realization, he feels bad for having to complain when you’ve put so much effort to help.
You were too good to a lazy scumbag like him. His brothers had been telling you to stop hanging around him so you avoid getting ‘infected’ by his scummy-ness.
Yet you still never gave up on him.
Lazily opening the crumpled paper from his hands, he adjusted his position in a more comfortable state for your sleeping form.
He smiled in defeat, kissing the crown of your head with deep fondness, “Alright, I’ll study well… But only because you’re rewarding the Great Mammon too much.”
LEVIATHAN
The night is still young, as Levi announced in the group chat. He had invited the whole House of Lamentation for a late night TSL movie marathon as preparation for the upcoming Vol.9 of the series.
You had asked Mammon and Beel to join you but both excused themselves from today’s screening. Mammon was off being called by his witch friends, and Beel… decided he would come if Levi will provide food.
Levi did not provide food.
“Cause distraction, eating will!” He explained as you and Beel presented yourselves infront of the purple-haired demon’s room. The Avatar of Gluttony left you alone with a sad and hungry expression.
Being the only person to show up for the marathon, Levi saw fit to treat you like the not-normie you are. The two of you sat close together on the floor like ‘true friends’ would.
With his eyes focused on the screen, Levi didn’t notice you nodding off to the movie.
The only time he had realized was when you had draped your arm around him, cuddling close as if to feel more of his warmth.
He couldn’t believe it. It was like both of you are in a shoujo anime.
Like, one of those anime plot where it’s a normal school story where both of you are forced to live together but his brothers were in the way of your love story then he casually asked you for a movie marathon and you two ended up cuddling and then you both fall in love with each other and then Ruri-chan is suddenly alive after hearing that you’re taking Levi away from her and now it’s an action adventure story where the two of you flee from a raging ex-girlfriend in the magical realm of Devildom–
It was safe to assume that Levi could not get himself to focus on the movie marathon with you moving occasionally to embrace him even closer.
SATAN
For the numerous millenia that he has lived under Lucifer’s shadow, Satan was surprised that you’ve taken a liking to him rather than his ‘glorious’ older brother. Of course, he wasn’t going to allow himself to delve too deep in a relationship with you.
A few dates here and there, indulging in the knowledge coming from a mortal perspective… You were human. He’s a demon. It was a relationship with a gap that is far too distant to cross.
And he intended to keep it that way.
Today was a book date. Out of all of your dates, this one was the one Satan was looking most forward to. The blonde loved books and the information that came from it. He had invited you to his humble little nook, his own make-shift library inside his room.
“It’s not much compared to Lucifer’s library…”
The Avatar of Wrath knew humans were, to a fault, most curious of things unknown to them. You were no different.
“What? Are you kidding? This is amazing!” The way your eyes lit up at the sight of his room, despite seeing it for the second time already, made the butterflies in his stomach flutter.
You’re not being fair here, you know…
You both settled by the indoor balcony of his room, given that there was no space on his bed, on the floor, and even on the sofa. Everything was riddled with his limitless books, after all.
The two of you discussed everything and anything that intrigued you inside the tomes that were laid out. From astronomy books to history books to anything related to angels, humans and demons.
The day passed by within a blink of an eye. Satan was happily telling you about how the stars and planets aligned in the year–
He felt your head drop on his shoulder. What?
As if your head wasn’t enough, you had made yourself comfortable beside him, hands embracing him as if he’s a comfortable pillow.
“…” He sighed with a small smile in his visage, closing the book and letting you sleep on his shoulders.
What would he do with you?
ASMODEUS
The Avatar of Lust upholds his beauty to such a high standard. He is a demon of high-class charm, and with such charm comes with great maintenance to his appearance.
For thousands of years, Asmodeus revels in the enjoyment of seeing his beauty. However, now that he has you, a trip to the spa, or going out shopping, or having his nails manicured, or doing his skincare routine become twice as much enjoyable with you around.
Today was no exception.
The peach-haired demon barged to your room unannounced with sparkling wide eyes, explaining to you that Majolish is presenting a new line of high-end clothing and shoes today… and that he has to have it.
Like, right now.
With a smile that made his heart flutter with a million passionate emotions, you agreed to accompany him.
Upon your arrival to the monumental department store, the Avatar of Lust was met with a hundred new options to try for himself and your person. You refused to accept anything super expensive but was immediately met with a begging Asmodeus, unable to accept your rejection.
At the end of the day, both of you were at the bus with several dozens of paper bags and boxes on hand. He was completely satisfied, eager to see you wear the beautiful clothes he has chosen.
The ride was comfortably silent with only a few passengers on the vehicle. Asmo was checking your pictures with a smile. Everything really that caught your eye and deemed comfortable looked amazing on you!
“Hey, love, which was your favourite–” You shuffled beside him, taking his arm as you cuddled closer to him from your seat.
It took Asmodeus all of his strength and willpower as the Avatar of Lust to not squeal in delight at the sudden movement, his heart jumping at the sight of your peaceful sleeping expression. He was ten billion percent ready to smother you with kisses but fought himself off the moment he thought of it.
Asleep means you do not consent to kissing or anything else he wanted to do! For now, Asmodeus told himself that a picture would suffice to capture this blissful moment.
You’re not gonna sleep much later after this, though - not after showing such a rare sight.
BEELZEBUB
Surprisingly enough, RAD’s roof deck was a wonderful place for students to eat their lunch. It was like one of those school scenarios on Levi’s anime.
For Beelzebub, he loved eating there with you or any one of his brothers. The view was spectacular, showcasing the dim sun that shone over Devildom.
As of now, it was only you and him.
The others were busy with their prior schedules and exams. As you were a human exchange student, Diavolo was expecting much of you; hence, your motivation to study well.
Beel noticed bags under your eyes, your focus on the exam reviewer was lazer sharp even from the exhaustion.
“You’re going to ace the exams,” The Avatar of Gluttony started, eating his packed lunch contentedly with you beside him.
“Thank you, Beel. I’m sure you’ll do great on yours, too!” You replied, yawning as the fatigue sets in slowly.
“You can sleep on my shoulder for a moment.” He offered, ruffling your hair affectionately, “I’ll wake you up fifteen minutes before the bell rings so you can review more.”
To his surprise and delight, you gave in to the tiredness.
He’s really worried about you, not sleeping well like that. Beel heard that humans need eight hours of sleep to be healthy, but you don’t do that much.
If you keep that up, what would happen to your fragile mortal body?
Before he could continue his thoughts, you snuggled closer to him, making yourself more cozy in your sitting position. He ruffled your hair once again, adjusting himself so you can sleep better.
Belphie would’ve loved to join you in this hug.
For a moment, all his worries disappeared. You’re a very strong human, the strongest he’s ever met - both in soul and willpower. There’s no storm you wouldn’t conquer.
BELPHEGOR
Belphie wanted to take you out on a date to Ristorante Six.
That was all there is to it.
He needed money so, now, you and Belphie are working part-time in Hell’s Kitchen once again. As a rule, the two of you decided that whenever you go out for dates, the bill should be split in half.
The ravenet refused it at first but then agreed, remembering that both of you would’ve had to work first before actually getting the money to go out.
And working together meant more time together.
It was a perfect opportunity to be with each other’s presence more!
After a long day from school, then going straight to waiting tables at Hell’s Kitchen, the Avatar of Sloth noticed that you seemed more tired than usual today.
Was it from the school? From working at Hell’s Kitchen? From the walk home? Or perhaps your human body isn’t accustomed to such heavy workload?
He held your hand and led you to his shared room with Beel. Beel wasn’t in the room when you two arrived, much to Belphie’s relief.
“Do you have anything to show me, Belphie?” You asked innocently, trying your best to stay awake despite the weariness on your voice.
Belphie sat on his bed comfortably and pulled you in, letting you settle on his lap.
“W-Wh–!”
He smiled at your reaction, opening his arms for a hug, “If you’re tired, I’ll let you sleep in my arms.”
“You had me worried, Belphie!” With an amused laugh, you cuddled close to him, making yourself comfortable in his warm embrace.
In mere minutes, you had fallen asleep, his hands were gently caressing your hair, “Only for you…”
#obey me headcanons#obey me imagines#obey me shall we date#obey me game#obey me#lucifer#mammon#leviathan#satan#asmodeus#beelzebub#belphegor#anon ask#headcanons
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Between The Pipes [Chapter 13]
Rating: M Words: 2094 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t even stand the interviews they have to do together… how on earth are they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.
[Chapter Index]
Where To Read: [AO3]
Notes: Nothing rly to report. :^)
Enjoy!
Anna was pacing up and down the hallway, biting at her thumbnail and practically burning a hole through her shoes. What were they thinking, suggesting that she and Kristoff pretend to date? That wasn’t something people really did , was it? And he could barely stand to be around her for more than a quick interview, how did they think this would work without him wanting to kill her or himself every day? Plus, how would her father react? Would he think Kristoff was just dating her to secure a spot with the team? Would he be mad that it now seemed like she was lying? Or would they be able to tell him it was fake?
She heard the office door open slowly, and paused her pacing to look up at Kristoff, who was hesitantly peeking his head out of the doorway. “You okay?”
Anna practically laughed as she released a sigh, dropping her hands to her sides. “No… Yes? I … I don’t know.”
He stepped out fully and made a move to close the distance between them, stopping a respectable ways away before he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Look, um…” He swallowed and turned his gaze anywhere but at her. “It would be really good… for me? But… In the end, it’s your call.”
Lifting her thumb back up to her teeth, Anna bit down at the skin beside the nail. “I just…” Her words were muffled and she watched him carefully as he took another small step forward, as if he was trying not to spook her. “It’s not fair.” His eyebrow raised in question and she sighed again. “I didn’t do anything wrong. All I did… was date a scummy guy three years ago . So why am I stuck in the middle of this?”
Kristoff shook his head quickly and moved forward again, his hands grabbing at her upper arms. They were warm and comforting and Anna felt a bit of the tension start to drain from her shoulders. “You did not do anything wrong. This is…” His thumbs rubbed up and down just once, and Anna felt her throat tighten. “This is on me. It’s my fault. I got carried away.”
Her gaze rose to meet his and she could see the guilt deep in his eyes. His thumbs moved again and Anna felt a tingle run down the back of her neck. He was being too nice, and Anna couldn’t take it.
“So what do you want me to do?”
Kristoff swallowed and dropped his head lower, closer, so she could hear his quiet words. “I don’t want you to do anything. This is your decision.” He gave her a small smile. “It would be beneficial for me, but that does not matter if you’re not comfortable with it.”
When she just continued to stare at him, his cheeks flushed.
“And it’s all fake, right? So even if we do it, you don’t have to do anything but sometimes come to events with me. Have your picture taken with me. Maybe accept a free fancy dinner once in a while.”
She laughed a little at that.
“And…. it would probably only have to be until the end of the season, right? So… That’s only a few more months.”
She frowned again, her shoulders rising as she bit her lip. “Why are you being so nice?”
Kristoff’s hands lowered to rest on her elbows, and Anna reached up to grab the back of his arms. “Because you’re obviously upset.” His stare was too intense for her, and she had to look away. “And I want you to know that I will not be upset no matter what you decide to do.”
Her voice was meek. “But you can’t stand me.”
“What?” He squeezed gently. “Didn’t I just tell you last night that I care about you?”
“You…” She bit her lip and stared down at her toes. “You said you guessed you cared about me. And that I was frustrating.”
“You are frustrating. Sometimes. But,” he shook her arm gently and she looked up at him. “It’s a fun kind of frustrating.”
Anna let out a little laugh and nodded, agreeing. Even if it was hostile sometimes, she couldn’t deny that there was definitely some enjoyment for both of them in their bickering.
But there was one more thing she had to know, and she felt like now was the best time to ask.
“If…” He tilted his head to the side, as if trying to show her he was listening. “I need to know the truth about something, before I say yes… okay?”
Kristoff nodded, his fucking thumbs rubbing at her arms again.
“If I had kissed you last night… What would you have done?”
She watched the color leave his face as he clenched his jaw, felt the slight tightening of his fingers on her arms, and immediately regretted asking. He would have shoved her off of him, would have laughed in her face, would have made fun of her, right? Why didn’t the fact that he didn’t want her make her feel better about this?
She should be grateful that he didn’t want anything to do with her. That would make this easier, right? The second he told her that she was not his type, that he would rather kiss Sven, that he found her completely repulsive… she could agree to this. Because then there wouldn’t be anything to worry about.
But she wanted him , in the most animalistic of ways, and maybe that would be an unfair dynamic.
They spoke at the same time.
“Nevermind, I don’t —“
“I think—“
She swallowed, shifting backwards to let go of him and make sure he let go of her. “Go ahead.” Anna should have known this would be what happened.
“I really love my job.” He blew out a heavy breath and sighed. “And… I would give anything to keep it. And that means not doing shit that could… take it away from me.”
What on earth did this have to do with whether or not he would have kissed her? Was the answer just so mean that he was avoiding telling her? Anna crossed her arms and frowned, trying to ignore how cute he looked when he pressed his lips together and shrugged.
“But, Anna… You’re…” His cheeks were turning pink again, and he ran a nervous hand through his hair. “You’re really, really hot. Like… It’s unfair that I have to look at you every day. Sometimes I feel like I’m being punished.”
Her eyes widened.
“I’m…” He laughed out a breath and ran a hand down his face. “If you want honesty, I would have taken you back to my place and done whatever you’d let me do. But…”
Her throat was so tight she felt like she couldn’t breathe.
“But I —“ he stuttered, rolled his shoulders and laughed again, more awkward this time. “I’m not… I don’t want to be like all these other guys in sports, okay? Who think they can take whatever they want from women… So when I was given the chance to shut it down… I had to.”
He wanted her like she wanted him?
“Because I don’t think you like me like that. I think you were just… maybe… I don’t know. In the moment?” He shook out his hands and took in a large breath. “Besides I’m… heavily focused on my career and I don’t date and I know it’s … like, just wanting to have sex, so…”
Right, yeah, just sex. He didn’t like her . And he was probably right that she didn’t really like him , either… Just…
Kristoff stammered for a moment before his hands rose up in front of his chest. “Not that — not that I expect or want or…” he groaned, running fingers through his hair again. “Just know that if we do do this I won’t be expecting anything or… yeah.”
He was quiet, waiting for her reply. But she needed a minute.
“Can I…” she gestured vaguely up and down the hall. “Can I think for a second?”
Stepping back, Kristoff nodded, heading for the office door. “Yeah, uh, I’ll… be in there.”
“Okay.”
“Right.”
Anna twisted her hands together, bit at her lip, and let out a heavy sigh as the door shut. Would this make things more complicated? Knowing that he wanted her, too, at least in some capacity? He had been honest, and was clearly making some sort of effort not to completely objectify her…
But what if she caved? What if she wanted him so badly that she couldn’t stop herself?
What if he did?
Would they be able to shut it down again?
She stepped forward, just a few paces, before stopping at a wall and pressing her forehead against the cool cement.
There was always a strong possibility that knowing about and acknowledging the attraction could help them be professional about it. Maybe it would even make the lie more convincing. There really was no downside for Anna, and it would help Kristoff’s reputation, in the long run, if he was fiercely protective over his girlfriend, and not just punching Hans for no good reason…
And the whole thing would be a pain for Gerda to explain away.
Hell, it could even help her get ahead a little bit. Maybe if she agreed to do this, she could convince Gerda to give her some editorial pieces or some more serious interviews.
Maybe she could even really get to know Kristoff, if he’d let her. Maybe they could…
Be friends, in the end.
She sighed and stood upright, heading for the door before she could change her mind.
“Okay,” she stated firmly as she pushed open the door.
Three pairs of hopeful eyes turned on her, and she nodded. “I’m in.”
—
Anna fell backwards onto her couch and let out a long built up sigh. They had spent the rest of the morning plotting out some key events and dates that the two should plan for, and Kristoff had even convinced her to let him take her out to dinner tomorrow so they could figure out some boundaries for themselves.
Gerda had said she would take care of anonymously alerting the tabloids, and it would all go smoothly from there. After that, she had suggested that they’d have to have a private moment caught on camera before a game, a kiss or something similar to make people really believe it. And then she was to attend the rest of the Ice Breakers team events.
There was even a suggestion that Anna start looking at the instagrams of some other hockey WAGS - Wives and Girlfriends - and try to replicate some of the energy that they expressed. There had to be, at the very least, a photo of them together, even if he was partially unrecognizable.
And she had to go through and delete all of the photos with other men.
(That, she was happy to do.)
Honeymaren said she had a great idea for the photo, and quickly ran to get it set up. Anna wouldn’t have to post it for a couple days, but the sooner, the better. Honey had figured it would just be easier if she had it ready to go.
So, she grabbed Anna a Bjorgman jersey, dragged them both up into the stands, and had her stand in the aisle of the empty arena, with Kristoff a couple steps below her.
Wrap your hands around her waist - yep - okay… now put your foreheads together . They were both blushing, now. But she supposed they needed to get over the embarrassment if they wanted this to work.
Anna… put your arms on his shoulders .
The action made her rise to her toes, his fingers tightening on her hips.
Honey was adjusting them, pushing all of Anna’s hair up and onto her chest to make sure his name and number on her jersey was clearly visible, moving his hands just so, ignoring Anna’s blush when one of them wound up definitely on her ass. But thankfully Kristoff objected, lifted it and let it fall more naturally at her waistline before insisting that the more Honey messed with them, the more fake it would seem.
She sighed and agreed, letting him and Anna find something that was more comfortable.
He twisted her just a little, grabbing her hand and laying it flat on his chest before pulling her in by the waist, popping her foot off the ground just slightly.
Number still visible? He asked, and when Honey nodded, he wrapped his fingers around her hand on his chest, pressed his forehead to hers, and smiled.
You sure about this ? He whispered, clear concern in his features.
She simply nodded, not trusting her words, and let Honey snap a few photos before pulling away from him, her entire face bright and hot.
The photos were great, though. Her head blocked out most of his face , but there was still enough of his hair, his hands, small things that dedicated fans would be able to point out was him. And after only a moment of deliberation, Anna went ahead and posted it, the caption simply reading:
My favorite place to be.
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Jayde's Secret Santa Gift (AU) 2020| Matt + Kristen
A/N: It’s a gift that’s SUPER late for my buddy @nevergoodenoughforthetruth and I hope she enjoys this! Love you boo!
Kristen couldn’t believe the insanity of Shayne. She had spent the night in holding, her hair never went back to its usual lay no matter how much she tried to finger through it so she wet the whole thing and threw it into a ponytail. Matt had risen out of his bed at three in the morning from Kristen’s only phone call, even though they hadn’t spoken in about two and a half years at this point. He threw a hat over his messy wavy hair with only a hoodie and old baggy skinny jeans and skate shoes and didn’t bother with putting in his contact lenses. He questioned everything about the call while he drove 3 hours downstate from his apartment in Nevada to Flagstaff, Arizona.
Matt knew from her voice this was the side of Kristen he usually didn’t see, but had heard what she meant. He knew that as much as she fought, she wouldn’t fight to come up empty-handed. She didn’t want anyone to tell her that she fell for the wrong one, even when it became blatantly apparent. Shayne picking up work with Smosh after they graduated was a godsend, the honeymoon phase in their relationship had been in full swing and her fight to keep their happiness shone brightest then. She wasn’t exactly there for Matt when Suzy finally dumped him to take Arin back, and for that he had held a grudge; however, it was Shayne who created the wedge. All of the sudden her brother was a burden on her happiness because her happiness was her relationship with Shayne. The blonde had made Kristen believe that no matter what Matt was trying to say it was a lie. If he could be comfortable lying to Gabbie, and he and Suzy lying to Gabbie together, which should have caused their severance before, what was to stop him from lying to her the entire time and being someone who’s just trying to get with her because she’s got a lot to be used for? It lit Kristen up to hear it from Shayne that Matt had been manipulating her like he had Gabbie and Suzy. She trusted him, but it twisted how she trusted Matt.
Kristen couldn’t believe that she trusted Shayne. He’d not only been cheating on her, but manipulated her and isolated her, using her aggression and fear of feelings to protect herself and being used by others against her. Now she had been used, now she had been wrong. Coming home to hearing those noises that she was familiar with, her Chicken Muffin barking profusely from the bathtub in the locked bathroom before her wide-open bathroom door.
Courtney Fucking Miller.
Kristen welcomed her into her life and, unknowingly, her relationship. The girl seemed so sweet and innocent, she liked her energetic appeal and her commitment to caring for someone. It was always too perfect that she took care of Shayne while working on set, but Kristen couldn’t while she was working on her own stuff, so maybe she was right to let it slide. She will never make that mistake again. Her style spoke volumes to the hours of conversation and lies she had with her that tainted her purely artistic mind and the other girl’s pure need to create and to be inspired to create.
Beating the absolute shit out of her made all of it worth it. All it took was for them to get sloppy with their lies. Red is usually never wrong. Red was the only thing that she could hear once Matt was gone even though she would hear them then, Blue would be louder:
She’s totally looking at him like that.
Friends don’t hug friends like that.
You’re fucking digusting for believing this scummy ass guy and his bitch.
You’re letting THIS...this fucking thing touch you.
Matt was a damn dog, you’re better off getting fleas than looking like the fool you are now.
She doesn’t respect you.
You should slap her in her stupid head.
Fucking stomp her out, you fucking idiot.
You’re going to end up alone, just because you’re so fucking stupid.
You’re a fucking idiot, I don’t even know why you bother.
You are doing the absolute WORST that you could do.
Moving in? Really?! You’re actually going to think this is worth it.
You deserve to be alone.
Kristen began taking more medications, prescribed to her by a bad therapist, to soften Red to a whisper. He said that it was simply an inferiority complex that branched out of her low self-esteem, so with time she will no longer hear it and it wouldn’t cause her such issues. She left the Youni with so much more and had healthier solutions
“So..what-”
“I fucking punched her. And kicked her, brother…” she laid on Matt’s couch, wearing an oversized wrestling t-shirt of his, some cute socks she was already wearing because she refused to get anything more from the larger man and not much else.
Why must you be so resistant? At least he answered your call.
He’s so sweet, taking pity on us. It’s the least he could do.
“I saw the police report and the release forms I had to sign had a pretty detailed section about your mental health state..I want to know what that asshole did to you,” Matt said gruffly, standing over her, smoking heavily through a pack of cigarettes.
“I thought you quit…” she said, watching the billows of smoke before holding her fingers up to take the cigarette.
He’s kinda cute with that rough look, the cigs are a nice touch.
Still no style, but that means a blank slate!
He’d be a great model. Maybe you two should do look books together.
“I thought we weren’t friends,” he said while exhaling and handing it to her, “You can finish that.”
“We aren’t...I just needed someone to post my bail-”
“You remembered my number..You didn’t call your parents..” he sighed, going over and attempting to bend down to pick up the girl’s legs as he sat as a way of excusing himself, but Kristen flinched before allowing him to take her ankles up and place them in his lap as he relaxed into his couch, “But sure, I’m not your friend.”
“You’re not…” Kristen said quickly, turning over. Her head beginning to fog up while her body was slipping, to keep it awake, she shifted and turned her body to the side, smoking lightly and ashing on his coffee table, “I did what I had to do...you know…”
“All I see that you did, Kristen, was get arrested for assault and battery..It wasn’t even on Shayne, it was on-”
“DOn’t...just don’t..please..” she begged, whipping her head to look at the man.
When did his beard get so long?
Gabbie had a point about his beard really complimenting his face.
When we model he’s going to have to cut it down, but it’s just so distinguishing.
“Fine...are you hungry?” he asked, lighting another cigarette.
“No..Too sick,” she responded.
“Guessing your buff prince charming wasn’t all he was cracked up to be-”
“GOD I said shut up, brother!” she snapped, yanking her legs and curling into a ball, allowing some tears to fall, “I know I’m fucking stupid…”
“So even though you had enough vulnerability to call me, you don’t want me to help you, feed you, take you back to your apartment, comfort you, or even know what happened? You do understand that you called me in the middle of the night-”
“I could tell you in the morning, I’ll have a plan in the morning, brother,” Kristen held her hand out for his other cigarette.
“Kristen..I’m worried..I’ve been worried. I don’t wanna see you like this..” he began meekly.
“You think I want you to see me like this?!” she snapped as she smoked and pushing her fingers through her hair for the 8th time.
“Well, you called me for a reason..you could at least tell me what you were thinking…” he said, looking at her as he handed her the cigarette after his puff, leaning over and sipping from the beer he left on the table. His heart was breaking while it sat in his stomach acid eroding it away. This was something he got to see a glimpse of when they were going to graduate, before all of this was an issue and Kristen was there for him. It was so welcoming and just what he needed, it was only fair to give it to her, even if she wasn’t going to tell him directly what was going on.
Kristen was in such a battle. Blue called Matt, Blue remembered his number, Red was silent but agreeing. She had proved that was going to handle herself for literally everyone. This is probably the plan: she was going to lay low with him for a few days while the media and the internet died down. She didn’t turn her phone on yet, so her family and friends couldn’t get to her. She gave herself until the morning to tell him or not, but she was going to have to tell him eventually. There was just something that still didn’t add up. Gabbie would have easily drove to get her. Ro would have done it no questions asked. She’d be more comfortable with them. Hell, she could call Mari or Olivia, or any woman she knew and they would have come and got her. Red had been the one who had needed to calm down and had made her ears ring to the point where she was nearly deaf. She had never been so angry and blacked out so quickly or so long. Now her heart was beating out of her chest. Now she was sweating and looked a mess. She was fine in holding all night and on the ride over to the police station. She didn’t care how she had looked, but now she’s stuck looking like all hell hit her in her ex-friend’s apartment during sunrise in southern Nevada. The sun was shining bright red-orange through his windows and curtains, and the girl was bathed in it as the man turned on the news.
Matt got up and went to his kitchen to start making breakfast, "You work today or anything?" He asked while he pulled a pan out of the cabinet and started cracking eggs into a cup, "You want some breakfast?"
"My phone is turned off..I had appointments but-" she started before sighing, still trying to curl into herself, realizing how much she always hated how cold Matt keeps his place, even in Nevada.
"Turn your phone on and cancel your appointments, Kristen… handle your business so you're clear-"
"It's fine brother-"
"Kristen I fucking swear to god," he snapped, slamming his fridge door, the drawers and his trash can lid.
"Can you make breakfast like you have neighbors and stop worrying about me so much…" She was starting to get frustrated with Blue and surprised that it could be so loud as just one voice when she usually wouldn't get above normal speaking volume, always getting drowned out by Red.
“Can you actually let me help you like you called me and asked me to do? I can just take you home, dude..I don’t need this,” he said exasperated. Matt knew how hard it was for Kristen to let someone help her, but now he didn't really care what her attitude and pride were trying to save her from.
"I..I dunno what I was thinking okay?!" She got up rushing to the kitchen nook, "You'd be up at 3-"
"You woke me up outta my sleep. I wasn't awake, dude..This isn't the Youni anymore!" He cut her off, then took a breath as he started to brew his coffee, turning around and leaning on the counter to face her, "Kristen. I know you're hurt and that you're kicking yourself for this, but...it's time to face facts: you fucked up. I know back in the day it was you telling me that I fucked up all the time, but life goes on, man...and you wanted yours to go on without me.."
"I shouldn't have said that," Kristen finally admits, trying to hide herself to avoid his gaze, "Sh...he made me do it..he told me that you'd screw me over just like Gabbie and like Suzy did...That you were just bidding your time until I'd end up like them..I didn't mean anything to you."
"Heh. Figures," Matt scoffed as he pulled another cigarette from his ear and lit it on the stove, "He had everyone fooled. I really thought that you'd been stronger than that, honestly..that isn't the first time something convinced you to see and believe something like that."
She walked closer with a shrug, rubbing the back of her neck as she held her hand out to take the cigarette, but instead she was met with the tall man's open arms. She fell into them for the first time in years. The girl could count on her hand how many times she hugged Matt and every time it was because of something she was wrong about. He was always so patient and welcoming, he took the time to understand her boundaries and knew when it was high time he passed through them. "I'm sorry...and thank you again..for...you know.."
"Anytime, darlin.." Matt said by accident, feeling his wife beater getting wet with her tears, knowing that she probably didn't care at the moment, closing her in and putting the stick out on the counter behind him, "I know...I know it hurts...so listen to me, okay?...You don't have to turn your phone on today, but tomorrow I need you to at least call your mother and your clients so you don't have to lose business." The girl nodded as she sniffles, whining quietly.
Kristen felt so safe in his arms, and she never got here unless she told him she wanted to be there.
You can’t act like this forever. He’ll just take you home.
He’s so considerate, and he’s got a point. However, you gotta do something.
Things are better already; you even stopped crying since you got out of the car.
Just tell him you’ll get to it after breakfast.
The fact that he knows about your business after you told him to kick rocks and suck a fat dick even if he doesn’t have one says a lot.
Matt broke away to start getting eggs and cracking them to scramble them in a bowl, “Now, I know it’s not the avocado toast with prosciutto you usually get for breakfast when we used to go out, but I hope eggs and bacon is fine.”
“You have sausage links?” she asked almost automatically, not realizing that she let herself speak.
“Uhhh does Italian sweet or hot work? I ran out a couple of days ago.”
“It’s fine. I’ll take the bacon,” she shrugged, then sighed as she jumped onto the counter, then scoffed, “You’re usually the one I’m taking you to breakfast. Since I usually get to my matters after that, then that’s...that’s what I’ll do.”
“Yeah, I know..even down to the tea spilling,” Matt said, then sighed at the realization, “Sorry for yelling at you.”
“It’s cool. I’m too stubborn for my own good,” Kristen replied, staring at him, “Sorry for making you get up in the middle of the night to pick me up.”
“Look, even if you don’t know why, you needed me. Not anyone else. That means something about our friendship..which has now survived some real war.”
“You called that war? I wouldn’t call it that. I’d call it..uhh...me getting swept up into this dream that some muscly guy tried to sell me and then use...very unsavory levels of manipulation to...isolate me and make me look like a fucking fool..what are you even doing in Nevada anyway?” she asked, trying to gesticulate as he handed her a complete cup of coffee and allowing her to smell it and take in its scent.
“Just kinda ended up here. Wanted to stay close to LA to try my hand at direction and stuff, then my channel fucked me over when it got hacked, so I’ve just been doing work for other people...and I took your advice and been mostly riding solo and commuting to work here and there and sold my channel and I still get some profit from letting techies run it,” he mentioned while he continued to cook.
“Wow..just your main channel?” Kristen asked, shocked.
“Yeah, but I have a whole second channel for blogs and I work on a few other peoples’ channels so it’s not like I’m broke,” Matt shrugged sounding exhausted, “I’ve been kinda circling in your realm at times and people referred your services to me, but I just knew that I was the last person you wanted to see.”
They shared a isolated giggle while he plated their food and handed her a plate. Matt leans over and kisses the girl on the forehead, but feels something pull on his wifebeater before pulling away. He looks down to see her hand gripping the fabric, then looks back into the girl’s eyes, “Thanks for breakfast..and I’m thirsty so do you have orange juice or something?” The look makes him weak, but he refocuses himself.
“But..I just made you coffee,” he says with a nervous chuckle.
“Oh..uhh..yeah, you’re right..maybe it’s too hot and I need a tall glass of orange juice..” she says with a shrug.
Not what I had planned, but are you actually doing what I think you’re doing?
You’re flirting with him, but why?
You’re desperate. You’re not thinking straight. You know that he feels a certain way about you, maybe you should think about this a little more.
On the other hand, he does look really nice and he’s been an absolute peach this entire time, and he smells so...
“Kristen, uhh..maybe you should-...are you feeling okay?” Matt asked, taking his hand up to remove hers from his shirt. To his surprise she contorts and intertwines her fingers with his, “Your food’s getting cold, now, maybe you need to-”
“You’ve always been so nice to me, even when I’ve been an absolute bitch…” she says, finally making her voice softer, revealing how vulnerable he actually made her as he brings her hand down to the counter.
“Yeah, I mean, I know what I signed up for..but you’ve been through a traumatic experience..I-I don’t think you understand-” he attempts to let her down gently.
“I don’t think I’ve..been..completely honest with myself about what I need you for..” she sighed, looking down at her hand and pulling his fabric again with more force, bringing him closer between her legs, “How I feel about you..what I think when it came to..how...fucking angry I was when Suzy played you..the fact that I allowed Gabbie to fuck up your life like that...Like I just..I dunno...but that hug was so...and every hug you’ve given me..it’s different.”
“Different..?” he asked, eyes darting down and back to her eyes as she explained, then shifting as he furrowed his eyebrows, “Different how?” he brought his hand up to caress her cheek, which she leaned into and and wrapped her legs around his waist, “Oh..that different..uhh..I don’t...I really wouldn’t...I don’t think I can handle this..I thought I was your brother to you..we’ve...always been siblings to you-”
“I know...but siblings don’t look at me the way you used to look at me. I ignored it. I just...I thought it would go away-”
“Can we like..drop this incest thing because...because uhh...it’s not right and it’s kinda classist given that I’m from the south and would never fuck Holly or Raven,” he said quickly as he finally decided to lean into her caressing her hand with his thumb. They share a giggle, “So...you do like me like that?..I thought the idea disgusted you..”
“All of this..everything..ever since you didn’t fight about Sh..him...I realized I might have been going about this differently wrong,” she shook her head when she corrected herself, and went back up to those eyes bathed in the desert morning light, “Maybe I should have..given it more thought..”
“You’ve given it more thought?” he asked, waiting and beginning to tremble at her words, becoming more nervous at the realization that he might be getting setup until she pulls him by his neck to kiss him on the lips, deepening quick.
~
Kristen leans over and lights his last cigarette as they laid together on his couch, kissing his head, “You should go back to quitting,” she said as she finished her drag.
“Then you’ll be the reason I quit..cus that’s my last pack,” Matt chidded as he kissed her forehead.
“I’ll gladly be that reason...so...what now?..I didn’t exactly...plan for this. This changes a lot of things,” Kristen said as she expressed her dissonance in her glow.
“I’m gonna guess you haven’t planned anything for the past like..week. And..this doesn’t have to change anything if you don’t want it to..” he said, shifting so that he sat up and she straddled his waist, taking the cigarette, “I gotta tell the girl I’ve been seeing to buzz off, but she’s been super flighty anyway, so that won’t be that hard..uhhh, there’s a reunion party-”
“Oh fuck! I forgot about that! I’m supposed to be helping submit the theme next week to Ro-”
“Right..there’s that and you’re supposed to show up with..not just me, but..honestly I don’t feel like going-”
“You’re going, brother.”
“I’ve been fucking you for 2 hours, can you not call me brother?”
“Matthew! Whatever! Ugh, I completely forgot about that…”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve gotta go back to Arizona and work out all of that legal shit and PR about the fact that you got arrested for aggravated assault..if you want I can contact you with my lawyer..she’s really good,” he said ashing and covering her with the throw blanket lazily.
“Wait, your lawyer’s a woman?”
“Yeah. I have a woman lawyer, she got the job done and won my family’s case for me…”
“Speaking of...why aren’t you with them?”
“They don’t really need me. I’d been away and getting better for so long that my auntie just took over custody and Holly is turning 18 soon, so she said she’d take over for Raven with an emancipation stipend...it was a lot of paperwork and I already did my appearances in court...You don’t have to go with me for Thanksgiving or Christmas or anything..” he explained.
“Okay..so yes to the lawyer..yes to the holidays…”
“Don’t forget that you still have to tell your clients you’ll be taking a little longer with your consults given all of this- and you never got to breakfast-”
“What time is it?” she asked, looking around for his phone and picking it up off of the coffee table, “Fuck..”
“Just tell your clients today and you can deal with everything else tomorrow...your coffee’s cold and I’m already thinking about lunch,” he mentioned.
“Yeah...so..you’re not busy today?”
“First day off in a few weeks...and I’m spending it getting your life together..” he said, causing her to slap him and he leans up to grab her face gently and kiss her on the lips, “Kinda worth..I was just gonna play games all day..and go food shopping..”
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Grey's Anatomy: Give a Little Bit (16x18)
I knew Andrew was gonna be right... ugh... poor thing.
Cons:
I really cannot get a read on how I'm meant to feel about Teddy right now, but I basically think she's the worst. She's hurting Tom, she cheated on Owen, she seems completely selfish in all of her motivations. She thought Owen might have gotten another woman pregnant before they were even together, and because of that she slept with another man multiple times. Like... how am I supposed to feel sympathy? This whole plot thread is attempting to paint Owen as this super sweet, super good guy who is being hurt by those around him, but let's be real. Owen has the most terminal case of Nice Guy syndrome I've ever seen in my life, and he gets away with being emotionally unfaithful by giving puppy-dog eyes to everyone. I think he's boring and I think he's scummy.
The hospital is having a pro bono surgery day, and things are chaotic and way too busy, so Meredith extends the day, and says they're going to have pro bono surgeries once a month. This is after she finds out that the billionaire dude from last week's episode gave an insane amount of funding to the hospital, and she learns about Koracick's unethical practices to get that money. I agree that the American healthcare system is bonkers, and it's nice to see the show tackle that in a more meaningful way this season. But all of this just seems wacky to me. Can Meredith really make a promise like that? Wouldn't you think that doing something so ostentatious would draw attention to the hospital and make it more likely that Koracick's crime would be discovered?
Okay, so, the DeLuca situation is that he suspects a woman of human trafficking who comes in to the ER. He's been acting erratic, though, so people don't believe him until it escalates. Turns out, as we see when the woman and her victim leave, DeLuca was right, and they got away. I don't mind the idea of DeLuca having some issues and also being right, but the problem is in the way he couldn't get a single other person to take him seriously. Even Bailey only did a cursory once-over before deciding that DeLuca was delusional. If any other doctor had raised that concern, everyone would have taken it more seriously. I guess I just wish for a bit more balance on this kind of thing, and I hope Bailey feels like crap for doubting him when the truth comes out.
Pros:
Jackson had this cute little subplot where he goes around trying to find someone to go to a basketball game with him. Vic was supposed to go, but they've broken up. He asks Owen, who turns him down. He asks Jo, who is offended at being a backup choice. He asks Hayes, who says it's not really his thing. Jackson has been pissing me off this season, so I'm always on the lookout to be frustrated by the plot threads he's given. But I like how his loneliness and feelings post-breakup have led to him seeking companionship in this sweet way.
He and Maggie have a totally civil exchange as they talk about Richard and Catherine's divorce, and it turns out Jackson has been trying not to take sides, but of course Richard doesn't know that. With guidance from Maggie, Jackson asks Richard to go to the basketball game, and he gleefully accepts. I thought that was really cute! It's nice to see Maggie and Jackson acting like adults around each other for once, and Richard and Jackson finding ways to stay close is something I didn't know I wanted to see until I had seen it.
So... Levi and Nico have broken up. This has been the way the wind was blowing for a while. There's a part of me that feels frustrated that Nico didn't get a fair shake from the writers. We didn't get much time to actually learn about him as a person, separate from what he meant to Levi. But that said, if we take Nico's behavior at face value, Levi really needed to get out of that relationship. Just the fact that Levi wanted to talk, and Nico said "what now" is enough of a red flag for me on its own. What the hell, Nico. And I think Levi is in this strange position of feeling a special connection to Nico because he helped him realize who he is, and come to terms with his sexuality. And yet honestly, Nico has not treated him well recently. At all. And Levi is learning how to be in a relationship, learning how to ask for what he wants. It's not unreasonable to expect to be at least a consideration in Nico's mind as he contemplates taking a job that will keep him on the road half the time. The fact that Nico doesn't take Levi into account is proof that they're not on the same page.
Jo's struggle this week is about what people should call her. She's not Dr. Karev anymore, and she doesn't like Dr. Wilson either... so for now she'll be Dr. Jo. Obviously I'm going to be frustrated about the Alex thing for a very long time, but if this is what we have to work with, I'm glad Jo is doing alright in the aftermath. She's sleeping on her couch instead of her bed, but at least she's sleeping. She's grumpy about going into work, but at least she goes.
My favorite exchange in the whole episode goes to Jo and Levi, actually. As they both lament the ends of their relationships together, Jo offers to let Levi come stay with her for a while. He replies: "Jo, that time in my mom's basement was a one-time thing, I'm a gay man." Jo lets out a peel of her infectious, joyous laughter, and says: "That's why you're getting the invite, dummy!" I've always loved Jo's laugh, and it was really heartening to see her in a place where she could be cheerful like that. I'm all for Levi and Jo being weird roommates for a bit!
The ongoing saga of Owen/Teddy/Koracick/Amelia/Link drama will never fail to piss me off, but it does appear that one "branch" of the drama is officially over. Last week I hoped that Amelia would tell Owen right away that the baby's not his, so we could knock off at least one cause of stupid angst. And lo and behold - right at the start of the episode, Amelia marches into the room, and tells Owen and Teddy both: "the baby is Link's!" I was so happy about this, even as I continue to be pissed off at Teddy for trying to use the possible paternity of Amelia's baby as an excuse for her infidelity.
Tom Koracick really is a good man. He talks about how he's slept with a lot of women, but he has a code about it, and he's not going to sleep with Teddy if she's married. He basically lets her go, and tells her to go fix things with Owen. See, despite all of this stupid shit with him basically accepting a bribe, I still really like this character and I want him around more. Teddy doesn't deserve him, frankly. Maybe Owen does. Have I mentioned that I'm not a fan of Owen?
While there's something ridiculous about the whole "pro bono days every month" thing, and I wish we could get more into the ramifications, I will say that I love the way the broken healthcare system is being demonstrated, by showing all of these patients that the system has failed. Particularly, a black woman in extreme pain who has been turned away by several doctors, and a veteran who has severe PTSD and has been lashing out and having seizures. Both of these patients are having to advocate way, way too hard to get the help they need, and Meredith responds to this, vowing to do what she can to help. These stories really worked to highlight the situation. They were memorable and they made me want to see success!
I think that's where I'll stop. There are things about this show that will always frustrate me, but there are also always thing to enjoy. That's my mantra when it comes to Grey's Anatomy!
7.5/10
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TLOU2 review. *SPOILERS DUH*
DISCLAIMER: These are my opinions and do not have to cross with anyone's. Everyone with their own and I respect them, I hope you do with mine. I will try to keep it short even though the thoughts will be all over the place and I might go off tangents sometimes. Also SPOILERS!!
This game had me go through a lot mentally, I cried, I laughed, I was angry, but mostly I was upset a lot of the time. And I will explain why later on.
The Last of Us part II was one of the most, if not THE most, anticipated game for me. And I was over the moon when my best friend got it for me. I was happy that I would get to see and play as my favorite characters. But that happiness didn’t last long as the story progressed. But before I delve into the story and talk about the cons I want to talk about the goods and pros of the game.
I wanna start with the graphics, and the visuals of the game. This game has one of the most beautiful visuals and environment details I've seen in a current gen console. Also me having PS4 slim and saying this doesn’t do justice, imagine the game in PS4 Pro with maximum settings. The character models were amazingly crafted, I can’t say this enough but just look how amazing Joel looks here;
Also Maria, Tommy, Ellie, they all looked amazing! God help me because I still can’t get over how beautiful and amazing they all look. And I will keep saying amazing because it is true.
The mocap and voice acting; it is only fair to say that the actors did a perfect job to bring these characters to life and I respect them so much for it, and the animation that came with it was just fantastic. I applaud the animation team for the amount of work they’ve put into this game and I will never get over the fact that it was all made in a computer. It didn’t feel like mo capped at all, it felt legit and real, it felt like I was watching a movie not playing a video game.
That brings me to the point; this game felt more like an interactive movie than a video game. 60% of the time I was just sitting there bored out of my mind, either because of this reason or that the game gets dragged too long because of the unnecessary gameplay or encounters. Yes it might be a bit too easy to just let the player walk into what they’re supposed to walk to but an encounter every 5-7 minutes? It just gets repetitive and annoying at one point.
It really felt like an interactive movie with so many cutscenes and unnecessary story telling, it was just plain bad. Sometimes I would be tempted to just skip the cutscenes because of how bored I was getting but then again it was my first play through and I don’t like missing anything (although in this game I would’ve like to miss a lot). I think they forgot what made the first game so good.
The game play was exactly the same as the previous one, plus you are able to crawl, swim and dodge. To think these were innovative is a bit dumb on their part. Before the game came out, or when the gameplay trailer released they were boasting how much better the game play is from the first one, showing off the new workbench. Which btw was very annoying to use, unlike the first game this game took most of the time because of the damn animation. “Oh we want to make the game better, how do we do that? I know let’s add sick animation on the workbench to drag the gameplay time.” I know they were trying to make it realistic but it’s just another one of the unnecessary elements.
I think we’ve started with the Cons already so might as well continue. The game tries and forces you to see each character’s perspective that you end up playing, which are Ellie and Gabby. I still don’t understand why they were trying to force us to like Krabby Patty. She killed Joel and so she’s the bad guy for me, end of the story. NOTHING she did had changed my mind about her, literally nothing.
The game was supposed to be Joel and Ellie’s story, about Joel’s redemption, about how fractured their relationship gets after the truth was out, and about how they bond all over again when Ellie starts forgiving him. But all of that was sent out of the window when Debby and her gang were brought into the picture. Ever since they were introduced, nothing made me care about a single one of them, on the contrary every character died made me a little happy inside. They wanted to introduce a new character but they introduced ONE TOO MANY The only characters I cared about besides Ellie and Joel were, Tommy, Jesse and Dina. Jesse didn’t have that much screen time but I liked his character because he wasn’t a bullshit one like Debby gang and wasn’t forced for me to like him.
The fucking sex scene didn’t have to be there, noone wanted or needed to see it and I feel so bad for the actors who had to participate in it all.
The whole Gebb arc was so forced. It made me angrier the more I played as her. Her arc was supposed to be some sort of redemption road for her because of her actions, but it made me hate her more and more. I swear I tried to understand her, like her, see what she saw and why she did what she did but no, nothing could change my mind about her. She couldn’t let go of her anger because she didn’t grieve, she dragged her friends across the country to take her revenge. Not all of her friends agreed with her, because they knew deep down she was wrong, even one of her friends later on said something similar to Gabey at the end of her arc.
The ending: It was so bad. At first I thought of it as a bittersweet ending, because they gave us that scene where Ellie talks to Joel and she says she wants to try and forgive him. They almost made us think the game was good and the ending was justified, but it wasn’t one bit. Ellie didn’t get her revenge, Gebby didn’t die, and Ellie just lost everything and everyone while Abby didn’t. And in the end, Geb didn’t even matter in the story. What was the point of inserting her in the story if she didn’t matter anymore, they just ended her arc there (and I hope for their fucking sake they keep it that way). The more I go through the ending the more I hate it. It wasn’t justified at all for Joel sake, but then again it was Ellie who had to come to terms with his death and grieve on her own. In conclusion it sucked.
The game advertisement was so bad. They made us think that Joel was alive the whole game, they made us think that Joel will be our companion the whole game. And the whole time Neil Druckmann was laughing at us in the background. Its false advertisement for the players to buy the game because they know if they exposed even a little bit of the story people will boycott ND and not gonna buy TLOU2, and honestly can you fucking blame anyone?. A scummy move them ND tbh and I will never forgive them for it.
I wonder what the writers were on to write this shitty narrative story killing off one of the most beloved characters in the game like that. They wanted to make an example out of Joel with death. I get it, but this wasn't the way to do it. the more I think about it the more I think it’s so stupid and the shittiest narrative any game has had so far. And for the sake of the fans I just hope to god they don’t make another game or a dlc for the series after how they ended it.
My conclusion: I was upset most of the time playing this game and didn’t have a good experience for more than 18 hours of it because of what I stated above. it was a grindy experience for me, and my head hurt most of the time because I felt the game like a chore rather than a game, because of how much they kept on stretching it from unnecessary encounters with the enemy to unnecessary amount of cut scenes. Also playing as Dabby made everything 300 times worse for me and I hate her. :)
My rating is 3.5/5, would not recommend buying it full price.
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As far as I can see, my reply to the post about Tim being scummy for wanting Cass to be a bat again has been deleted from the original posts view. As in, if you look at the original post, click to look at the notes, you cannot see it.
Essentially they said Tim or at least implied (possibly accidentally) that Tim was a crappy person for wanting Cass to be Batgirl again, and used comparisons of Tim himself not being Robin anymore against his will, even though Robin is a kids role (to state this hear incase people scroll by, it’s not, Dick was nearly 20 when he stopped, and over 20 on another Earth, in the universe itself the connotation is different for different people”, and generally had a tone that seemed aggressive towards Tim specifically as if he did something way worse than he did. Spawning a few response reblogs trying to clear things up and give their own thoughts on it, which they ended up reblogged from view, hence this.
So I’m going to copy and paste my response for the sake of making sure people can see my response to it, because I know it’s something that people will be willing to believe and go on to accept when I don’t feel like it’s an accurate representation of the moment.
The original post would be too long to screenshot in an organized way, and if I copy and pasted it I feel like id blend with my own responses, but you should be able to see it along with my initial reblog responses on my blog itself.
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I honestly don’t think Tim meant it to be some kind of spite against Steph by wanting Cass to be Batgirl again.
It’s just genuinely not that deep. Tim missed his sister and wanted her to join the family again, be a bat again, in the end of it he says he doesn’t even want her to be specifically be Batgirl really, just a BAT again. Hence “Black Bat” being what she chooses after what he said. A nice little symbol of their connection to Batman.
He wasn’t trying to act out against anyone. If anything he just wanted Cass to join closer and not feel so closed off, presumably how he felt.
And like how @ThatBlondePerson said, there’s no proper age range for being Robin. Dick stayed as Robin till he was nearly 20, and on another Earth he stayed as Robin for much longer I believe.
Tim might’ve wanted Dick to remain Robin because he thought it was what Bruce needed, but it’s not like he’s a crazy person thinking that hard about it. He was a 13 year old who didn’t know how Dick felt about it. He was naive at the time, he was an inexperienced 13 year old. It’s just not that deep there either beyond what Tim’s simple thinking is.
He might’ve been unintentionally rude by being so naive, but that doesn’t make him a bad kid. He had a good heart when he went up to him and said it.
Like it feels over the top to act as if Tim was purposely trying to be a jerk for doing either of these things.
Was some of his feelings probably misplaced and clearly didn’t work like how they thought they would, yeah, he’s still a kid. Seventeen is still a kid even then; no matter how he wanted to act at the time.
They were just things he meant as good gestures, or some sort of well-intended motive. Not some gross one. At most him wanting Cass to be a bat again was more for him than her, but that doesn’t make him bad, just misled and confused of his intentions. It made him a bit selfish in the moment, but sometimes people are just selfish, but he did it in a way where he thought it was for both of him. Even if it was just him trying to convince himself it was good, that shows that he wasn’t trying to be nasty about it, even if it was the wrong thing to do at that time for Cass’s sake.
And I am aware Tim was condescending towards Steph, but even then he was mostly just listening to Batman about how he felt, and regardless that alone doesn’t make him a bad person. It means he has a personality flaw of being condescending towards somebody who’s tired of being talked down to.
Also when Tim said he would only be Robin for a little time, he meant he only wanted to be a HERO for a little time. He’s said several times he only ever wanted to be Robin, meaning he just didn’t want to become Batman or a Nightwing. He wanted to be Robin for as long as he felt he needed to be, and then stop, and he didn’t feel like he should’ve stopped being Robin.
Plus like other people said, superheroes have shared identities before. It’s not a new concept.
If you read the comic, Tim doesn’t even bring Steph up. She wasn’t even on his thoughts. He just wanted to give his sister a nice symbol that she could come back. When Cass denies, what does he say? “Fair Enough”. When Cass says Batgirl is what Steph needs, what does Tim say? “And what do you need?”
Simply put, I don’t see any spite against Steph in Tim’s actions, only indirectly because all he thought about was wanting Cass back.
I just can’t read this and see any malintent in his mind. It seems to be all about wanting Cass back to me.
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Then they replied to my own response saying this:
Where I responded with this next part.
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People are saying this because the way you word yourself implies you think Tim is a terrible person for doing it. When doing an accidentally mean thing doesn’t equal a bad person, it means he simply did an accidentally bad thing.
You may not actually think that, but the tone of the post implies it, making people want to defend that vague (most likely accidental) assumption, since people are already quick to make Tim come off as more malicious than he actual is pretty often. The tone kept acting so hyper in your post over it, it felt like you had a deep rage no matter what, for something that doesn’t seem warranted towards him. Even if accidental.
To most people, a well-intended moment to his sister isn’t worth getting so excited over.
If he didn’t mean it as an insult to Steph, why make it out to be an insult towards Steph as if that’s how he did intend it?
and even then, Tim makes it clear he just wanted or at least hope Cass would come back as a bat of some kind. He wasn’t hell bent on her being Batgirl specifically. So to a lot of people, acting as if Tim wanted Cass to replace Steph as Batgirl specifically, wasn’t even that accurate on that matter either.
Saying “It wasn’t Tim’s place to crown Cass Batgirl, and he should’ve realized that it would’ve felt insulting to Steph had she known, even if he didn’t realize” would’ve made your point clearer than making comparisons to Tim being taken away from Robin like you’re trying to make sound as if his intentions where to insult Stephanie since he knows what it feels to be taken away from a role that means a lot to them. Which makes the vague assumption that Tim specifically wanted Steph to no longer be Batgirl, when that’s not in anything Tim actually says, annoying for some people.
He simply wanted Cass to be an official bat again, that’s what his most clear intentions are.
Your post’s tone towards the Tim’s part of it seems to try and set the tone that what he did was more aggressive than what it actually was. Making people want to defend him and make it more clear what actually happened.
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I’m aware people can still see what I said on my blog, but I wanted to add it to the tags as well, so people just didn’t start believing Tim was trying to be scummy from what was supposed to be a well-intended moment with his sister. Since the original post doesn’t let people see any of the responses. At least as far as I’m able to view.
I know that they meant the post to be more about how it wasn’t Tim’s place to crown anyone as Batgirl, but more than one person was under the understanding that they intended that Tim was being a horrible person by trying to make Cass a bat again.
Even they seem aware that the logic of Tim trying to get rid of Steph’s spot as Batgirl doesn’t make any sense.
This isn’t a call to attack them, but I just don’t want this to be another thing Tim gets attacked for.
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enjoy your stay - chapter eight
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight
A/N - Just for now, I’m trialing not putting in chapter links on this post to see if it helps more people see it since the tumblr search function cuts out posts with links. If there’s not a big difference, I’ll put them in later, but to see the first chapter if you’re a new reader, please click on my blog and check out my masterlist.
ENJOY YOUR STAY ↳Boss!Namjoon, Chef!Jin, Receptionist!Hoseok, Bellboy!Jimin, Bartender!Jungkook, Accountant!Yoongi, Photography student!Taehyung ↳Some inappropriate language and cursing. Later chapters have sexual content.
SUMMARY ↳Working the graveyard shift at a hotel isn’t the most exciting job in the world, but your coworkers are certainly happy to have you here.
CHAPTER EIGHT ↳Your delightful encounter ends up leaving a bitter taste in your mouth when Jimin doesn’t respond the way you’d hoped. But perhaps a new source of comfort is around the corner.
Maybe it was too much to ask for you to just have one good day. It felt like after every good thing, there was a disaster around the corner just waiting to happen so that you didn’t get too happy.
In this case, it was your car breaking down on the side of the road ten minutes outside of town after you and Jimin fucked in a scummy bathroom like animals.
He was remarkably calm and collected about the whole ordeal as the two of you hung out in a ditch with smoke billowing from your hood, but maybe it was because he just had the soul sucked out of him less than half an hour ago.
You, on the other hand, had long left behind the post-orgasm bliss and were desperately holding back angry tears as your car was towed away, and a taxi was called out to take the two of you home.
The mechanics told you it would cost a small fortune to fix your shitty vehicle, but you had no other choice. You lived far enough from your workplace that walking or cycling wasn’t really an option, and you were too proud to take the bus. Besides, you had Jungkook to worry about too.
It only took a couple of hours to fix, but it took more out of your savings account than was put in from working every day for the past two months. If you were a more stubborn woman, perhaps you’d scowl and mutter about it practically being highway robbery, but instead you found yourself in the lobby of the local accounting firm, asking if you could have an appointment with Mr. Min Yoongi.
It was foolish of you to invite a freeloader into your home, acting like you were an upper middle-class diva when really you had just enough cushioning to feel a little secure.
Now, with your car using up more money than you had, you realized just how sad your finances were looking. You couldn’t even afford to hire an accountant, but you didn’t know where else to go. At least he could give you some advice, or something like that.
“What a delightful surprise,” he drawled when you were led into his fancy-schmancy corner office, “to what do I owe the honor?”
“It’s nothing to do with work. I just need some personal help with my finances.”
He adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and steepled his fingers together. “Hmm. I find that being an accountant is much like being a doctor or a dentist. People only come to me when something’s gone wrong.”
“You’d be correct. Only problem is, I don’t have enough money to even hire you to help. I was just hoping maybe you could give me some advice.” You cleared your throat and avoided his gaze. “Hoseok told me about you two. I don’t suppose you’re interested in taking on another…client?”
He narrowed his eyes at you as your gaze burned a hole in the carpet. “Are you propositioning me in my place of work?”
“…Mhm.”
“Tell you what,” he declares, “I’ll take you on as a pro-bono client as long as you promise to never fucking do that again.” His tone is deadpan but luckily not angry or insulted.
“Got it, chief.”
“Don’t do that, either.”
“Uh- Thank you, sir?”
He nods thoughtfully. “That’ll do. Anyway, pro-bonos look pretty great on the CV apparently, and I’ve always been too much of a cold-hearted asshole to do them before, so, it’ll work out for the both of us.” He unlinks his hands and scribbles a post-it note, tucking it away in a thick leather-bound planner. He sighs. “And please ask Hoseok not to speak of his sexual relations with me.”
You pause. “Is that another condition for you helping me?”
“Well, no, but-”
“Then, with all due respect sir, not a fucking chance.”
He twiddles the pen in his hands and stares down at it in resignation. “Got it, chief.”
“Did he look hot?”
“That’s a pretty redundant question, Hobi.” “Fair. Continue.”
“Anyway, I really feel like him and I are vibing, you know? We had a little back-and-forth, we gave each other cute nicknames, he told me I warmed up his cold, dead heart…”
“I’ve been wrist deep in him, Y/n, so I’d say I know him pretty well, and there’s no fucking way he said that.”
“Maybe not in those words exactly,” you concede, chucking your empty paper cup in the trash can at his feet.
Work was a little slow today, so you had gotten permission from Namjoon to ‘help Hoseok tidy up his work space’, which just meant you and him chilling out behind the desk for an hour, chatting about whatever.
“Anyway, where’s Jimin?”
Hobi shrugs. “He went home early. Probably caught his dick in the vending machine again or something stupid like that.”
You grin. “That’s a shame, it was perfectly functional last time I checked.”
“Well, you know Jimin, al- Wait! What?” Hoseok’s eyes are comically wide, and he’s staring at you like you’ve given him a million dollars. “I cannot believe you let me sit here, discussing my sugar daddy for an hour before letting me know that! You little minx, tell me all about it!”
After spending another twenty minutes explaining the precise physics of your sexual encounter, Hobi finally let you leave to go do rounds again, but before you went back to Namjoon’s office, you tucked yourself away in the storage closet to make a phone call.
He picks up after the first ring. “Hey, baby,” his husky voice answers, and you just about melt right then and there.
“Jimin, how come you didn’t come to work today? I was looking forward to seeing you again.”
He grunts, and you frown at the muffled noises coming through the receiver. “I knew that if I saw you, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.” He lets out a dreamy sigh. “I can’t even control myself now,” he murmurs.
“What do you-” You hear a wet smacking sound repeating rhythmically, and Jimin grunts again. “Are you seriously jerking off right now?”
He laughs breathily, but it catches on a moan. “Yeah, baby, when I came to work, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I got hard right in the middle of the lobby.”
You frown. “Well, can you please…stop for now? I wanted to talk to you.”
Another whine. “We are talking.”
His breath is coming out in little pants and whimpers, and as hot as the sound is, you feel yourself getting frustrated, and not in the good way. “Seriously, Jimin, I’m trying to have a proper conversation here. I was going to ask you out to dinner, or breakfast, or whatever. I thought we should get to know each other better.”
He doesn’t respond, choosing instead to whisper sweet nothings like ‘fuck, baby’ and ‘feels so good’ over and over into the phone.
You think back to the last time you were in this closet, having a very different phone call. How Jin respected you so much that he wouldn’t even go out with you because he didn’t want you to end up disappointed. How he would forgo his own happiness to make sure you didn’t make a mistake in dating him.
And here was Jimin, jerking off like a teenager, completely uninterested in you asking him out.
You squeeze your eyes shut and rest your forehead against a shelf. “Jimin,” you whisper, unsure if he can even hear you as he gets louder and louder, “Jimin, this isn’t what I wanted. If all you want is sex, I’m not going to take part in whatever this is anymore. I don’t need a fuck buddy, I need a boyfriend. I need someone who understands me. I think you and I have misunderstood each other. I’m sorry.”
Somewhere in the middle of your monologue, he thankfully stopped, and the other end of the line was silent, except for the sound of him still breathing hard. “Baby,” he started eventually, “we haven’t misunderstood each other. I really like you. The way you sucked me off yesterday, god, it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen! Give me a chance.”
“No,” you reply softly, but your tone is final. “I’ll leave you to your jacking off.”
“Baby, just-” He’s cut off as you hang up.
Surprisingly, the whole encounter with Jimin has resolved a lot of bitterness with Jin. You could understand him now, not wanting to get involved with someone who expects something you just aren’t the right person to give.
It’s that sense of closure, like you made the right decision with Jimin, and that Jin had made a good call with you, that leaves you quite content as you speed through the rest of the shift.
Jungkook excitedly whips out his laptop when you pop into the bar, showing you an online course he found that would let him study game development specifically, rather than the generalized computer programming degree. He runs you through all the different topics, aware that you had no idea what they were but perfectly happy to spend forever explaining each one in excruciating detail and then thanked you profusely for letting him live with you.
When you had returned home yesterday after the whole broken-down car fiasco, you were genuinely shocked to see your apartment still in one piece. In fact, in the time he had to himself, he had set up his room with a desk and a little bookshelf he had found at the secondhand store. He was really making the place his own, and it made you feel like a protective mother hen to see the boy so happy.
He was just as pumped today and made sure to let you know how grateful he was. Jungkook had a completely different energy about him when he was doing something he actually enjoyed.
It was only twenty minutes away from the end of your shift when Hoseok called Namjoon’s office, saying there had been a noise complaint filed against the room that Taehyung was in. Namjoon, who was steeped in paperwork and reporting, asked you to handle it, saying that sometimes Taehyung could blast music a little too loud, but he’d turn it down if you told him to. He even threw in the exclusive offer that if you went and dealt with it, you could go home early afterwards. Of course, you’d have to wait around for Jungkook to get off, but finishing early was finishing early, so you gratefully accepted.
As you made your way to the hallway of rooms, you wondered what type of music Tae liked to blast. Did he wallow in self-pity to mopey 60s music like a tortured artist, or did he know all the dance moves to the latest k-pop hits?
But the closer you got, you realized there was no music at all. The hallway was completely silent. You knocked lightly on his door, but received no response.
If it wasn’t for the fact that you really wanted to get this sorted for good and go off duty a little early, you probably would’ve walked away.
As it was, you decided to whip out your master keycard and let yourself in. It was only once you got past the threshold that you heard any noise at all.
Certainly not loud enough to warrant a noise complaint since you couldn’t even hear it yourself directly outside the door, but it was there. The second you heard it, your heart dropped into your stomach, and your gaze immediately flicked over to the far side of the room where the sounds originated.
Jimin and Tae were entwined with each other, Jimin in Tae’s arms against the wall in a cruel mockery of the time you spent with him just the day before. Taehyung hadn’t heard you come in over the sound of Jimin moaning, but since the bellboy was conveniently facing the door, he glanced up over Tae’s sweaty shoulder when you came in and grinned at you.
The room tilted a little as your vision swam with the tears that quickly built up. He really couldn’t give a shit, could he? The moment you told him you weren’t interested in sex, he went out and found somebody else.
In any other circumstance, the scene playing out would’ve been completely pornographic. Jimin, hair sticking to his forehead, stared you deep in the eyes with a sultry smugness, jerking at each devastating thrust from the man below him.
Later, when you had cried all the tears you had to give, you would be thankful that at least Namjoon asked you to go instead of walking in on his little brother and the bellboy himself. But for now, you felt stupid and ashamed and used, and it must have been some masochistic streak that caused you to stand there for what was at least a full minute, never glancing away from Jimin’s mocking gaze as he muttered sweet things into Tae’s ear and breathed in little whimpers that were harmonizing sinfully with Taehyung’s deeper grunts and groans.
You tore your eyes away once as the two men began to come undone, bolting into the hallway and slamming the door behind you.
As valiantly as you tried to remain composed until you reached the staff carpark, hot tears spattered against your cheeks as you all but ran down the hallway. Clearly there was no real noise complaint. Clearly Park Jimin knew exactly what the fuck he was doing when he got you to come to Tae’s apartment in the middle of their tryst. You always saw Jimin as a little petty but there was really no reason for him to be this cruel.
What was it you said that caused him to be this way? He was just proving the reason you called quits on whatever it was the two of you had. You were right, really; there was no way he was boyfriend material if this was how he responded to rejection.
Perhaps the worst part of this is that you couldn’t even tell anyone about it. While workplace romance wasn’t illegal, fucking your way around the hotel staff was certainly frowned upon and was sure to bring an awkward light to the night shift. There was no way you were explaining to Namjoon the situation you found his sibling in, and you had no way of knowing whether Hobi would take your side or his.
As you bawled your eyes out in anger and frustration, you weren’t keeping track of the time at all, and you just about jumped out of your skin when the passenger door opened.
“Alrightey, let’s g- Oh my god, what happened to you?”
You shook your head mutely at the boy who sat himself in the seat beside you.
“Are you alright? Do you need me to drive?”
You sniff. “Do you have your license?”
“N- No.”
“Then no.” You clear your throat a couple times and pat your red cheeks a little to sober yourself before making the awkward drive home.
Jungkook had the good graces not to ask questions in the car, or once you got home and collapsed onto the couch to resume sobbing, but by the time midday rolled around and you still hadn’t moved a muscle except to wipe your dribbling nose, he brought you a block of chocolate and sat on the couch next to you. “Please, noona, tell me something so I can help you, I hate seeing you like this.”
You chow through a row or two of comforting confectionery before you answer. “Boy troubles,” you mumble. “Not much you can do about it.”
He tucks one leg under the other so he can face you fully on the couch. “Maybe it would help to just vent. Get it all out there.”
You raise your eyebrows, but he just blinks at you with his wide eyes, completely serious. “Fine. I had sex with a guy, told him I wasn’t interested in sex if it meant nothing to him, and then he got mad and fucked somebody else as revenge. He even set me up so that I walked in on the act. Sick son of a bitch.”
“What? Isn’t revenge porn illegal? I read that somewhere,” he stated.
“It is illegal, but this wasn’t technically revenge porn, it was…revenge sex. I don’t know. I just feel so shitty that he would do something like that. And then I feel shitty for feeling shitty because I shouldn’t care about him anyway since I was the one that ended things, right?”
“I had this one girlfriend,” Jungkook mused, “who would follow me around everywhere, always wanted to have sex, always wanted to make out. And so, I did. But then she told me she’d rather not bother with the making out and just go straight to sex all the time.” He broke off, eyes distant, and shook his head slowly at the memory.
You frown. “How is this supposed to help me?”
“Oh, I guess it probably doesn’t, but I just wanted you to know I’ve had a girlfriend before, and I’ve had sex before, like, multiple times, so I get what you’re going through.”
You open your mouth to retort, but then realize you have no idea what the fuck to say to that. Your mouth closes again.
“Anyway, when we finally broke up, I was super devastated. But after a while I realized that even if I had done whatever she wanted, I wouldn’t be happy. And it was kind of better to be sad knowing that I made the right decision, than be sad and not do anything about it, you know?”
You tilt your head in confusion. “Your grand thesis is that if I’m going to be miserable either way, I might as well be miserable on the moral high ground?”
He swallows and pouts a little. “Well, you’ve been having this conversation with me for the past five minutes and you’ve already stopped crying. You can’t be sad if you’re too distracted to think about your problems.”
“Your logic is very poorly constructed, but I think I see your point.”
He smiles at you, then, and leans in a little to rest his hand on yours. “If you want, I can distract you, noona.”
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