#IM always the one putting in effort for this sort of thing and my brothers never do anything

[muirneach]

soooo annoying how my mom is always like ‘you kids are so unappreciative to your aunt!!’ girl u hate her ass dont act like we’re in the wrong…..

[devourable]

So, I love all of your OCs so far! I’ve been wondering: how would the yanderes feel about a darling with a young kid? (To make it simple, other parent isn’t in the picture, aside from maybe sending money.) Please, thank you, and have good day!

i decided to answer this for all of my yandere ocs bc im a sucker for found family/single parent tropes 🫶 cw! spoilers for future ocs + mentions of child neglect

🚼 the yanderes x single parent darling

⛪️ | abraham would be a bit surprised, to say the least. but he comes from a community where people get married and have kids the moment they’re out of high school (if not the moment they become adults) so while he would be sort of caught off guard, he’d adapt pretty quickly. he’d definitely fantasize about becoming a little family unit, probably even subtly propose the idea of expanding every so often. he wouldn’t exactly love your child — at least, definitely not the way he loves you — but you wouldn’t be able to tell with how well he treats them.

🚬 | the delinquents would be more like four older brothers more than anything. theyre all a bit too young to take on a proper parental role, nor would any of them have a real desire to, but they’d definitely have fun sharing their singular shared braincell with your kid. your child would probably grow up to be a massive little troublemaker thanks to their influence, but that’s why you love them, right? if the other parent is still involved one way or another though, they’d immediately put a stop to that. no reason to be involved with your ex now that they’re in the picture.

🌲 | mykolas would be curious of your child. he’s never seen such a young human up close before (considering he was always accused of eating them) so having a chance to actually be around one would be a new experience for him. he’d quickly start to refer to your child as his own, calling them his cub more than their name and carry them around on his shoulders or head whenever they go out together. it wouldn’t be uncommon to see him protectively curled up around them while they’re taking a nap.

🪸 | similarly to mykolas, the mermaids would be sort of curious about your child, though arguably less so as they have seen human children before. they have a very vague understanding of how to care for your child and would constantly search the sea for things that could come in handy for caring for them — you can expect to have a constant supply of eroded toys and suspiciously good quality clothes for them. they’d also try to teach them things that they’d teach the fry of their pods, though obviously they can only do so much teaching something that isn’t meant to live in the sea lol.

💪 | valentina grew up as a parentified older sibling, so while she wouldn’t particularly enthused about taking the role again so soon after getting out of it, she’d be capable of adapting to the role. she knows how to take care of a child and would ensure your kid’s cared for when they’re being watched by her, but she probably wouldn’t be able to establish much of an emotional connection to them without making an active effort to. but she does love children, so she’d learn to love yours too.

👑 | althea would hate your child. plain and simple. she’d view them as the living embodiment of you not keeping your promise to her, of you giving your love to someone else before she had the chance to have you to herself. while she’d never overtly mistreat your child, she’d be incredibly cold toward them and try to find reasons to avoid interacting with them. they’d be spoiled relentlessly with the hopes that if she gave them everything they’d need to live, neither you or her would have to deal with them.

🥩 | rhodes wouldn’t think much of your kid for the most part, but they’d express a gentle fondness for them the few times they do meet them. they’d affectionately greet them, offer them a treat, and hold a little conversation with them to keep them busy for a bit while you run errands or eat or whatever you need to do. they’re kind of awkward with children given they have nothing in common with them and have little experience with them, but surprisingly they’re a natural with yours.

🫀 | melchior has no interest in human kids. therefore they wouldn’t care much for yours, seeing your child more like a pet or something along those lines rather than a sapient being. their treatment of them would reflect that; they wouldn’t be necessarily mean or anything, but they’d be a bit patronizing and talk at them more than they’d talk to them. it isn’t out of malice, they’d genuinely think that that’s how you interact with children and any attempts to correct them would be met with confusion and frowns.

🕷️ | the alt kids would be wonderful parents to your kid. they’d more or less be sort of a mix of abe and the delinquents, but with the added bonus that they’d care deeply for your child as they’d see them as an extension of you rather than a mix of you with someone else. they’d come up with a system to help your child have a good upbringing and stick with it — faust would take up helping them study, anton would teach them manners and etiquette, and delta would help them with their social life. they’re so good for you and your child, see? they live for the idea that them treating your child well and loving them will make you love them all more in turn.

[skyartworkzzz]

COTL Headcanons ramble

Felt like sharing these in case I take a long ass time to draw it out These are still raw in my mind, so some things may change futurely or the way I explain it might not make sense BUT ALAS it is fun to ramble

SO WATCH OUT FOR THE LIST UNDER THE CUT!!

Before Narinder was banished, a feeling of mistrust was already growing amongst the siblings, and one of the reasons for such a thing involved envy (except for Shamura, I like to think they were above finding themselves lower or greater than anyone) Ever since a young age Narinder has always been a fast-learner, and quite skilled at everything he did. Gardening, fighting, cooking, strategizing, he was good. Definitely not perfect, but alarmingly good So as time went by, the Bishops grew colder with him until he eventually turned against them all, and thats where their feeling of envy turned into fear. For both of their own lives and their brother's, because that's when they realized his "flawless" abilities were always and clearly prone to turning him into the monster he then became (smtng like Anakin Skywalker if the image I have of him in my head makes any sense-) Naturally, a feeling of guilt lingers in them for not having been able to see it sooner and stop it, but as Shamura pointed out after Narinder was sealed, this was meant to happen. He was meant to be a monster, and a really good one

Aym and Baal were secretly given to Narinder by Shamura; they performed a ritual by themselves and killed the kits to send them to the Gates. When the brothers arrived, Narinder reluctantly took them in and naturally grew fond of the twins as time went by, but because they were sacrificed as offerings, Aym and Baal were half-immortal (something like the Lamb once they receive the Crown), meaning that they still had mortal needs such as eating or sleeping At the time, Ratau was serving Narinder as the bearer of the Red Crown, and amongst the rat's adventure, the god of Death eventually introduced the red chest we use to sell things for gold. He would request Ratau regularly to send in meals and fish in order to feed Aym and Baal (and I feel like a genius for coming up with why that chest exists hi-) When the kits were finally fully grown and well-trained, they ascended to Divine Guardians of TOWW and officially started serving him Despite their Ascension, Aym and Baal were never trapped into the Gates, so they were able to visit the world above but as ghosts of sorts (which means only a few ppl would be able to see them). It was through these ghostly travels that both were able to learn who their mother was and watched her from afar when not serving TOWW

The Bishops were once mortals before becoming bearers of the Crowns, a long time to ago, meaning that they likely have a life they no longer rememeber For the funs and giggles of it, I like to imagine that this "long time ago" for them was around the times animals still did not wear clothes nor knew how to speak aside from their respective noises AUHAUHASDJSD ALSO POSSIBLY LESS HUMANOID I like the thought of them looking either much more beast-like or just- tiny. Very tiny. As the animals they are AUHAJMDKADS

The Lamb doesnt know how to do SHIT aside from fighting. Im writing my Lamb as an artist in my Death After Life fic for the sake of the angst, but in actuality, they do not care about art that much. I like to think that they'd prefer small silly doodles over full-blown paintings, but if they do put in the time and effort, they manage to make smtng Mona Lisa-esque. So the skill is there, but they prefer to not use it unless for smtng specific. Its like those kinds of hobbies nobody knows u have til u make smtng CRAZY yk This also goes for cooking, except they are truly a Terrible cook, in modern AU Lambert lives off from cheap pizzas and dollar-stored cupnoodles u cannot change my min-

Leshy is the one who'd soften up the most for me. Obv still a fcking GREMLIN but I think he'd be much more considerate than his former self My guy would go from "kys /srs" to "kys /j" ALSO I like to think his and my yellow cat's love language is gifts and/or acts of service, theyre oftenly pampering each other out of the blue <3

This idea is still in the approval stages but.............Shamura remembers a bit of their pre-Bishop life. A bit. And that bit revolves around the fact that they might have known love in the past. Perhaps a romantic one, Im still not sure- Which now that I think about it would make the most sense as to why theyre so forgiving to Narinder, since the Bishop of War would probs want anything but peace with those that wronged them, unless they had a good reason not to cause havoc immediately............

[carmenized-onions]

HEY LOVELY!!!! Now this, THIS, was worth every day i waited. IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING. Everything i dreamed it to be and more.

Tony and Mikey scenes? HEARTBREAKING. Every moment they have together, no matter sad or happy, is slowly chipping away at my soul.

Carmen getting a therapist? Genius. Don't know why the writers haven't given him one, boy does he need it.

Syd and Richie making sure Tony is taken care of by sorting Carmen out before he see's her again? Everything. I need them as friends, right now. NOW.

(still pissed at Carmen, though.)

The way you write characters reactions to grief is, like, stunning. STUNNING.

ALSO, as someone with a brother who struggles with drugs, seeing Mikey being portrayed as a nice person with loving friendships is really amazing to see. (the fact i have another brother called Mikey too, freaky? probably not. BUT IM A DRAMATIC PERSON OKAY?)

Anyway, i am genuinely in love with this series. You should be so incredibly proud of your self. Would i be able to get onto the tag list?

He congratulates you.

the absolutely shattered render quality of this image really fucking makes it. packing update: I've just got the desk and closet left! and also my billion plants.... i really don't want to think about the plants...

SO GLAD it was worth the wait, I hope chapter 14 also is. I'm not the most happy with the ending scenes right now... Happier than I was yesterday... but maybe I just need to stop looking at it, honestly. I'm transforming into S3 Carmen changing that menu every 5 fucking minutes AH.

CHIPPING away you say? not funny. I'd had these scenes in my head for a minute, but I was so worried about being off-base with Mikey's character because all I had to go off of was Fishes, so thank you God for Napkins I would've been so fucked.

SPEAKING OF S3, I know,,, it makes sense that he doesn't have one I mean he hesitated so much to just go to al-anon but even fucking al-anon in S3 he's reverted to just not fuckin' talking which SUCKS !! DON'T SUBTRACT !! PLEASE STOP SUBTRACTING IM BEGGIN YOU!!

I love Syd and Richie and the way they combine forces when it comes to their Shared Work Wife. I think what's so fun about it is that without this being for Chip, Syd wouldn't be so direct, and Richie would be so much fucking meaner, but because it's for her, they actually make an effort to sort Carmen the fuck out. And also beat his ass. two things can be true.

And THANK YOU I write a fuck ton of grief poetry and I think I just went to like. a lot of funerals as a kid. an unexpected consequence of having a kid a lot later than everyone else. It's in my bones. but like in a fun way.

Also, when I read this for the first time, I remember being SO confused because I was like. "There was another option?" And forgot that people fucking suck and see people struggling or in recovery as something that is other. Fucking ew. I never had any intention of portraying Mikey other than the really fucking good brother he is, who also just so happens to be struggling. Don't applaud a fish for swimming! People are people and they should be written as fuckin' people!!!! But I am glad my portrayal was appreciated none the less. YOU'RE NOT DRAMATIC!!

Of COURSE you can be added!! Though I will say, sometimes it doesn't always work when I tag people. So I am. sorry. I think it's something in tumblr settings? Gotta set your shit public or taggable or something? regardless. i'll fuckin put your name in there for sure!! thank you for your thoughts m'love!!

back to packing.... desk or closet desk or closet.... flipped a coin i got desk mannnn... wish me luck!! do i have anything from chapter 14 i can give you?

is this spoilery? c'est la vie, take it. kisses kisses see you in ideally less than an hour when i finish desk packing.

[that1stargirl]

nah cuz why my evil self seen the x readers y'all be making where miles cheats on y'all with Gwen (interesting...) and ig it influenced me in some way cuz i got an idea (ngl I never actually read them it's just the concept that influenced me)

(oh man the evil laughter that just escaped my mouth)

(this ooc tho just warning y'all)

so here's my Idea but it's not a x reader, i just made an au where miles and miles 42 twin brothers. but y'know im a flowerbyte shipper at heart so...

so like Margo meets Miles 1610 first and they like each other but Miles ass still confused😒so he's still actively pursuing Gwen even tho he knows he kinda likes Margo too. So he tries to put him and Margo in a box in his head like they're just friends and for the most part he tries to keep it that way, but sometimes he'll slip up and flirt with her (even tho he know his ass is tryna just keep things friendly with her and pursue the white girl!😒instinct takes over ig).

so much of "it's not like that, it's not even like that! we just friends"

"does she know that🤨? lowkey do you know that" with the way they act towards each other, onlookers are confused.

Soon after Margo meets Miles G (who will be called Milo or sum) and he not confused, he DEFINITELY likes her. The 3 of them become a friend group of sorts where she's always around them, always in their space or at their house, and if she's not near one, she's near the other. like they become close. A little over 1 year into this dynamic and strange friendship group, Milo confesses to her and they start dating because it's a mixture of "what's the harm?" and actually liking the person enough to think maybe a romantic relationship wouldn't be a terrible idea (like Barb in abbott elementary said, "you can like 2 people at the same time), and not wanting to ruin the vibes by rejecting them. Plus he never played with her feelings or led her on and he'd been sweet and affectionate to her the entire time.

so they start to go together and Miles is like😒"suddenly those two have gotten annoying🙄" (as if his confused ass didn't have his chance and he missed it. too busy chasing that white girl) and they're not even obnoxiously affectionate when they're around him, in fact most times they try to behave like nothing has changed when they're around him (they did this so well, actually, that for a whole 2 weeks he didn't even know they were dating until one day where the atmosphere was just weird, vibes was off and he asked them what's up). He's just mad they're together and a little jealous but he tries to push those jealous feelings away or pretend they're something else because he should be happy his brother got a girl. He tries to push his feelings down and put distance between him and Margo so he's not overstepping his brother's relationship, but it doesn't really work out because their friendship dynamic was already kinda weird and shaky with him periodically flirting with her, and him and Margo are naturally drawn to each other, plus they're in the same friend group so there's no way they can really be apart for extended periods of time. At best, all Miles could do was avoid Milo and Margo when he'd see them together or skip out on preplanned gatherings. This attempt at distancing only lasted for a month at best before they caught on and would make an effort to try to include him more in things because that's still their friend and they didn't want the group friendship dynamic to change just cuz 2 of them were dating (ah but trios never last we hear, how naive).

Even with all this, his new dynamic with Margo is still kinda weird and there's a weird unspoken tension between them, mostly because of him. It was hard for him to break habit because the way they interacted with each other before "as friends" when they were all single and trying to convince themselves they were normal suddenly felt wrong now that she was with someone, still it was hard for him to completely change his behavior. Sometimes his touch or gaze would linger on her for a second too long, and he knew he had crossed a boundary of sorts.

Even tho a brother been lost all those years, seeing them together really does put into perspective how much he actually liked her and how he'd been fooling himself trying to convince himself otherwise, and it kinda hurts him. a wake up call of sorts. And he really does try to do the right thing but yearning takes over him, tension had been building for close to 2 years, and him and Margo do Milo so dirty (😭sorry miles 42).

After they cheat together, Margo stops talking to Miles for a while because she feels like a horrible person for what she's done to Milo, and she remembers how Miles spent all that time playing with her feelings while chasing the white girl and she feels insulted tbh. She's the one who tells Milo what happened.

Milo not really too mad at her because he has wayyyy too much of a soft spot for her and at the back of his mind he knew she had always liked Miles a lot and that they have a special thing between them, (plus they always had their nerdy shit which he could never really relate to) he just wanted to give it a shot rather than do nothing with his feelings and come to regret it later.

The two of them reconcile pretty quickly and go back to being friends.

Miles and Milo however...

There's definitely hostility there and really how could there not be when your twin brother [redacted] your best friend of 2 years who's also your girlfriend??? (y'all can fill in the blanks for what you want redacted to be😭)

He doesn't speak to Miles for a week and Miles doesn't even try because he knows there's nothing he can do to atone for what he did. He just waits for it to cool down with time. Margo not speaking to him either. Miles doesn't blame them; he'd been acting like a jerk lowkey (lowkey? only lowkey???) and out of character this whole time.

The 3 eventually do find a way to reconcile after a longggg conversation and it takes a while but Miles and Margo do find their way back to each other and start dating. (what'd I say they drawn to each other man😭it was inevitable)

It's been a long and treacherous journey but...

It's def a story that will be whispered around as family gossip during the family gatherings in the future.

Can you tell i watched too much disney channel and teen dramas as a child?

[needlab7]

hi i just finished your vwbb fic and im in shambles

the way you wrote wolfwoods steadfast comforting presence, the hole of his absence, his gentle kindess, his everything... the way vash sees and feels about him is how i feel and felt about him while reading trimax and seeing the way i love him perfectly reflected in the way vash does was an absolutely indescribable experience i honestly dont know how to put into words

the trust and the 'of course he catches him', the warmth, every time vash describes something about him as dear or darling or calls him his dearest friend- wolfwood is so so loved, as he should be, as he deserves to be...

and their constant back and forth and how considerate and attentive they are of each other when one of them misses a step, the understanding between them even when they cant say the words, their little 'wolfwood' 'hm?' thing with vash calling his name for reassurance or just because he can and wolfwood always always answering it, 'and silently slipping the promise of every year he has left into the margins' oh god...

im crying writing this, ive cried multiple times while reading, i cried after finishing reading, and i will probably cry again thinking about wolfwood and this fic, thank you so unbelievably much

Hi!! Oh my goodness, I am also crying with you !! ;v;

You are so sweet, I don’t even know where to start. Thank you so much for saying all of that <3 I was dumb enough to open this at work and was frantically fanning my face like no! you cannot cry here!

I’m so glad that you saw a reflection of your feelings about Wolfwood in the way I wrote him and the way that Vash views him. I tried to make him as gentle and soft as I possibly could while maintaining his snappishness because he really is a very tenderhearted person who never got a chance to be. Life and circumstance forced him to be violently defensive of himself and those he loves, and that driving part of his personality and the fear behind it don’t go away. But now he gets to be protective in the gentle way of a big brother or of a dear friend

This is the kind of domestic life he always should have been allowed to have. And now he is able to shed a lot of his self-protective defenses and let himself be as vulnerable as he wants and to feel safe doing it, even if it’s uncomfortable or he stumbles along the way. Because Vash will be there to catch him, too

And of course Vash adores him. But he also sees Wolfwood as the flawed person that he is, and he loves him for and despite it. They annoy each other and piss each other off sometimes, but at the end of the day there is just so much love and care and respect. And it’s fun for them in a strange sort of way to get to be angry about things that matter, but things where the stakes are so far below the life and death level they are used to. Things that they can get past with a huffy conversation or a few hours spent ignoring one another

All of their unspoken communication and awareness drive me absolutely up the wall. I had so much fun trying to find ways that they could learn to fill out and grow together when they’ve both been confined to these restrictive roles for most of their lives. And how they can recognize in one another just how hard they’re trying, and be respectful of the difficulty and thankful for the effort. 

They just…they just love each other so much ;; and I wanted to give them this peaceful and mundane future where they get to be earnest and then embarrassed about it, and say goofy things and heartfelt things and to reach out for help in whatever clumsy ways they are learning to be okay with, and to know ultimately that they are understood and they are loved

This kind of devolved into me just rambling about vashwood…

But again, thank you so so much. Truly, I am so happy that I was able to touch you in some way with this fic, and I am indescribably grateful that you would take the time to let me know <3

[dumblemonchickenwing]

vent. too much information

I remembered I had notes on my phone saved, where I wrote down my feelings about my ex. This feels wrong to do, but even now I find my feelings are being controlled by their past actions.

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This whole thing just breaks me on various levels. Perhaps I was always supposed to only value platonic friendships, and what happened to me was my punishment for going into something new to me, and betraying my friend.

Today's addition:

I sort of felt something felt bad or off, and felt disoriented and confused, but now when I was making my bed, I thought to myself "I make my brother's bed every day too, and its considered a normal thing that should be taken for granted." And then I had a flashback to my ex's words and times with them.

I realized I felt like I was taken for granted, and everything I did. Obviously I did things Not for the sake of having something given to me in return. i started to feel that way after I got treated by them a 'certain way'. Despite me working hard for the relationship, I'd hear them lecture me and say how I "should work for relationship".

I listened to them when they vented. I was by their side when they were depressed and said hurtful or wrong things. I never judged them for their mental sicknesses. I proposed suggestions or said comforting words, even on times when they were unfair to me. I showed patience even on days when they accused me, doubted me, lashed out on me. I did what they wanted to do together. I did what they said was their need. I took time even when I was busy to comfort them. I didnt traumadump on them even when I had terrible things going on in my life because I knew they had their own stuff going on and that it would be unfair to them. I was not getting mad at them for struggling bc ..why would I? It would be unfair.

I did the activities they enjoyed, albeit I admit I was not the best watcher of streams and had my moments (esp when I was depressed or triggered by the content and behaved unexcited but didnt say what was wrong). I even waited for them when they were busy with.. gaming and school and other stuff.

And with all that, they would hint that Im doing something not good enough, and would keep on telling me "relationship is work". And yet Their part of work was them enjoying their life and not manipulating me.

When one time I tried to address how they were not very fair toward me, they, instead of hearing me out, replied by saying "Ive changed for you". Not "why do you think that way?" or "i want to listen to your point of view", but blatant "Hey, I know I was unfair and manipulative, but I have actually changed , and Your are problematic here, and frankly also you are ungrateful."

When They put what they called 'work", I believed them, I still do. And I was grateful for every littel crumb they left. But for them..

they'd say "Yeah, my needs are met so far, im satisifed". Not "Thank you for what you do, it must have been hard" or anything close to that. Just "My needs are met". Like I am a worker , and I should meet their standards (although, that was how I have been treated from the very beginning. Someone who must meet their standards)

When I addressed and said "I feel my efforts are taken for granted." I dont remember eveyr detail but I ll admit they did adk "How so?" But I was so confused and infuriated by years of mistreatment that I didnt react adequately at all. They then said "I think My efforts are taken for granted." And they couldnt bring a proper example, and said "for example, I ask you how you are doing".

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Phone notes.

Written on 27 of July:

Blatanly manipulating me

Threatening me

Traumadumping on first days when we just met without asking my consent

Comparing traumas when you didn't bother to learn what i deal with Antagonizing me and making assumptions about me based on your feelings alone.

When I didn't even do anything for you to say all the sruff you said to my face . Treating me like I was a bonus to your life and not my own being Took for granted all the hell i ve gone through to be with you.

Took for granted that i spoke Your language when I had other whole first language. Used my physical struggle as a cute quirk Yelled at me and cursed at me when I was at my lowest and out of energy to be strong, and never apologized for any of it. Blamed it on me instead. Acted like I add to Your problems

Overall being so damn entitled to me, to my being, to my time, to my energy, to my feelings. Blatanly refused to change something I suggested, in your attitude,bc i needed it bc it deeply hurt and made me feel like i was nothing. Refused to listen and called my attempts to explain myself as arguing without trying to look into what i felt or tried to say. Ghosted me and gave cold treatment, acted unfair, and Then demanded My apology. Made sexual advances without asking my consent and instead of owning up to mistakes or respecting my space, guilt tripped me For Having Trauma Related Uncomfortableness - by bringing up your trauma . Demanded my attention when i had classes, yet Shouted at me or got Openly mad because of you needing to focus on school. Said "it's pointless to talk with you" "you shit on me(my boundaries)" to my face when I was just trying to speak bc I was deeply upset (and traumatized by all the things you had done to me.) Would get upset at me being myself, and would only calm down once i got crooked into doing and acting like you.

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Written on 23 of April:

I could and I've always been willing to show understanding and let many things slide. But I'm just so tired. I've been doing it toward them, many.many times. Hearing that bordeline accusative request ,"look at how it makes me feel, be nicer to me" feels like insult to the deep, big,  injury. I Always looked at how things made them feel. I been giving in at every step. I've been making steps at hard times. And hearing them say that in a tone that implies I didn't work enough or like I was a jerk who didn't show understanding, arrives me at conclusion that they just.. didn't see it, or are insensitive toward our history. I gave in many times, I can't even count them. When they could make fun of me and turn away from me when i was struggling. And on top of that, they'd invalidate my personal problems and struggles by claiming I don't have them , just cause they feel like i don't have them. Oh, and also that time when they needed break from the stress they got from yelling at me.  When something was off, they'd jump to accusations at me, would decide for me what my intentions were or who i was When something was off, they'd say to me hurtful things like "you can't be reasoned with", "i just can't with you", "it's pointless to talk with you" They didn't want to listen to my pleads about what hurts me, and when i asked from them to change something they'd said "I won't do it" And yet i was not allowed to leave because they'd threaten me or throw guilt tripping lines at me. And with all that, they claimed they loved me and even told me that its them who does the work and i dont appreciate it , which only added insult to the injury. The way they treated me throughout years, left huge stain on me . I can't even articulate or put my thoughts together when i have to speak about them. I had to attempt to rewrite explanations on how they made me feel, for 2 years, to make sense of it. This note was written after many many attempts. I hope it was consize and informative enough this time.

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Little things:

One day, when they kept talking about politics, asked them to not talk politics bc I struggle with it and its hard for me. They said "okay"

On the next day, they messaged me with political stuff again.

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It gets hard to type on mobile for me. my fingers struggle to move. So I use autofill or omit certain words and my way of writing looks a bit.. odd.

They started writing the same way when talking to me. Explained it by saying it looks cute and they find it quirky (?)

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When I tried to talk seriously with them about what hurt me in our interactions, I struggle with finding words, so my way of wording what upset me sounds odd.

They immediately would use my own words to shift blame on me, even when the blame was misplaced. Stopped trying to articulte my hurts, because hurts to have my words stolen.

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Had the courage to share something I dont tell peope because its a very deep mental issue I have that controls my well being and im ashamed of it. Confided in them about it once.

Saw them using my struggle in a joke them wrote where they self-deprecated. "Im just standing in the corridor bc I forgot something looking like a freak . I bet the ghosts are afraid of me". Saw that post in their blog right after I shared it.

Hurt pretty much, because that issue is very serious, and leads to me have [redacted] ideas just to ecape them. and they used it as a joke. and used it to make it about themselves. and to self-deprecate. when I actually cared about them.

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[ferrn0]

REGARDING POSTING

heads up / TW: this looks at personal stuff + vent(? sorta) ALSO this is not super important / not essential for you to read

TL;DR:

less posting due to massive lack of motivation

want to post more and take art serious but its hard

could be depression or hormones idk dont know what to do

overthinking lots -> dont know why this is happening

crave regular change but havent had it + difficult to get change bc of parents -> maybe this is why??

going to try my best not to stress abt it

do not worry about me, im going to be okay

i havent been posting much proper/ finished/ full art ( not sketches ) because ive been really struggling with motivation this year. For all i know, it could be a depression(?) thing or perhaps hormones ( i have a uterus unfortunately) or maybe it just comes down to ADHD.. i do take medication for adhd but they dont really do much regarding dopamine so my motivation is still kinda low even when i take the meds. I really want to be posting proper art and i want to take my art more seriously however, without motivation its really difficult. Im finding myslef slipping back into what feels like a depressive mindset. kind of. yet, im super happy in so many aspects of my life where i used to be affected by this mindset. I have found a better group of people to be around ive found more things i want to do and ive got goals for the year- i didnt have those this time last year. And now.. my creativity has been affected and i dont know what to do.

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I feel guilty for not posting. Or maybe i feel frustrated that i dont post (which leaves me with noone seeing my work). Either way, i want to post. but i cant get myself to.

this leaves me thinking...

"maybe i just need to improve my skills"

"maybe im not putting enpugh effort in, what if im just not 'trust(ing) the process' enough"

"i might need to just try a new medium"

"maybe i need a new intrest or fandom to join so i can make fanart"

"what if i was just qrong my whole life and im not cut out to be an artist?"

"perhaps theres something else wrong with me and thats why i cant get myself to do things"

And this circles round and round. So what do i do about it?? should i just take a break and not focus on posting? but i already do that anyway! do i just try to do a month long or a week long challenge? but i always miss days and eventually give up!

The more i write about this the more i realise i am not okay. and that im getting worked up over a small thing. but i am miniscule and to me this small thing is ginormous.

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i am a kind of person who craves change. but only when i want it. And i have gone a very long time without the kind of change i need in my immediate environment. so maybe thats the issue. but i happen to be a child. who lives with his parents. so that causes some problems, dont it? not that my parents are horrible people or incredibly unfair. but because they have their own ideas of how we (me and my brothers) should grow up and what sort of privileges we get ect. because they are my parents. My parents believe that we should each have atleast one physical out-of-school activity we do each week. I do basketball. and i have been since i was in grade 5. its been almost 5 years. dont get me wrong, i love the game and i love playing it. but i find myself dreading going to each game everyweek. i need change. i want to quit bball. i also do drama classes each week(since yr 6/7)- but i like that. and i dont want to quit. because its different every week, every year. My bedroom has also been that same for the past 3 or so years, yes i have moved things around, but the furniture hasnt changed, and the walls have been the same colour with the same wall stickers since we moved in when i was in year 1. I spend a lot of time in here(my room) and it doesnt feel like mine anymore.

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TW- eating

my medication for ADHD gives me a smaller to no appetite during the day. I no longer bring much or anything to school to eat. i dont really eat breakfast either(but i did that before i got meds anyway). I still eat dinner everyday, just a little less that i used to. and i will eat lunch (depending on situation) during the holidays and weekends mostly because it ends up getting made dor me half the time. i do suspect the rather sudden change un my eating habbits might be affecting me. but nothing terrible has happened to me yet(i have lost a few kgs but that isnt worrying as i was a little overweight beforehand). perhaps this is affecting my motivation too. but who i am to know for sure?.

END OF TW

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i think i will just continue as i have been. but i will try my best to not worry myself over not posting. although i cannot make any garantees. not many people follow or interact with me here so i doubt this will cause too many concerns but if it does, please do not worry. i will be okay. i am working on myself.

I apologise to those who want/wanted to see my work more/more often. i hope this all makes sense and that you can understand ♡

with sillies,

thomas[FERRN0]

[kquil]

thank you so much for tagging me, darling! i was more than happy to do this, it was quite fun as well!

Name (alias) : Kquil

Age : 21 years old (im turning 22 soon actually ٩( ^ᴗ^ )۶)

Country you live in : UK

Fandoms :

Marauders (obviously (≧▽≦)) ; BTS ; Anime (BNHA, Haikyuu, Tokyo Revengers, Jujutsu Kaisen, One Piece - there's more but too many and ones that i'm not too involved in for me to really specify) ; TUA

Why are you on tumblr(writer or reader or both) :

both! i was a reader first but eventually became a writer for my own selfish needs XD

Favourite thing about yourself :

i like that i value friendships highly and hold myself to a pretty high standard when it comes to being a good friend, i actually cried several times when i thought i wasn't being a good enough friend to someone (⌒_⌒;)

Something you think you are known for :

being meticulous and a perfectionist but also very caring and lighting up any room - i think my friends are all exaggerating though (´つ////⊂)

edit : oh! i just remembered, in secondary/high school, i remember people knowing me for always smelling really good around the time i became sort of a perfume enthusiast XD

Who are you in a friend group(partier, mom, talkative, etc) :

it depends on which group of friends im with, i lean towards being the mom sometimes and other times i lean towards being the talkative, excitable, very extroverted one

Who do you love the most :

my older brother, simply because he can understand me on a deeper level, we have fun and laugh together, he taught me a lot of good values and he doesn't let me get away with bullshit i try to pull

- but i dislike him just as equally so does this really count? (≧▽≦)

What brought you to tumblr in the first place :

reading fanfiction Ｏ(≧▽≦)���

Is there something you regret doing :

so many things, the main thing being that i put time and effort into something that wasn't actually worth my time in the long run - lesson learned but i really hated wasting my time

Top five songs :

in no particular order, it's currently...

i. Strawberry Soju by Jesse Barrera, Alberta Posis, Micheal Carreon ii. B.Y.S by Keshi iii. Umaasa by Skusta Clee iv. GEMINI by Ethan Low v. Seven by Jungkook (feat. Latto) (Explicit Ver.)

If you could go anywhere where would you go :

Philippines, i miss my family so much (┳Д┳)

What is your hobby :

writing, going on long walks by the river, baking, pretending im a protagonist while listening to tiktok audios, listening to horror stories/true crime content, discovering new music and artists, selfcare, skincare, planning/organising things, reading webtoons, watching anime

Any tv shows you're watching :

i'm not really someone who watches tv shows but my friend (who made me fall in love with Harry Potter and eventually the Marauders) also got me into watching The Umbrella Academy and Good Omens

What movie did you last watch :

don't judge me...it was Barbie: Swan Lake - i was craving some childhood nostalgia, okay?! (´つ////⊂)

Last thing you read(book, fanfic, etc) :

a marauders fanfic but i can't remember what, i did remember it made me feel sad and then fluffy

Last text message you got :

my mum telling me that it was okay that i used up the rest of her fancy hot chocolate powder and that she'll just buy more ₍₍ (ง ˙ω˙)ว ⁾⁾

Last text message you sent :

i told my mum that i was sorry for using up her fancy hot chocolate powder and that i was craving something sweet before bed so i had it with almond milk

Any pets :

no since my brother has asthma and pet dander could potentially trigger an attack, in the future i do want pets ٩( ^ᴗ^ )۶

in return, i want to get to know: @futurecorps3 @aastonishment @somewereinthegalaxi @loving-and-dreaming @diputy @prongsio @its-sappho-biotch @yrluvjane @neeezza101 @wicked-sprite-66 of course, please don't feel pressured to take part darlings, this is just for fun

I love my moots but I’m always scared of being annoying so I don’t interact as much as I want to. Feel free to answer and then tag someone you want to get to know. I’m doing this because I want y’all to know I see you and love you but I also want to get to know you!! But if you are like nah girl I don’t want to interact with you please ignore ☺️

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Why are you on tumblr(writer or reader or both):

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Who are you in a friend group(partier, mom, talkative, etc):

Who do you love the most:

What brought you to tumblr in the first place:

Is there something you regret doing:

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If you could go anywhere where would you go:

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If you don’t want to do this I really don’t mind but just know that I love you dearly and not doing it will not change that 💕💕

@beastofbrden @goob0o @leguink @reysdriver @beachylupin @mortensharket @thewulf @pretty-little-candid-blurbs @mooniethesimp31 @dwindlinghaze @callsignwidow @desikudisworld @whatsmymeme @marvel-98s-blog @leahs-existentialcrisis @hyperfixationgirl @omgrachwrites @kmc1989 @band--psycho @magicmadnes @jessmaybank @my-beloved-fandoms @xcastawayherosx @hamptonsgirly @olives-and-sunshine @tiny-bird-of-sunshine @kquil @ughgclden @liseenle @fieldofsecretss @abridgertonfantasy @pappydaddy @adventuresinobx @e-munson666 @jadeylovesmarvelxo @sub-text @maddipoof @whoahoney @purple-storm @punk-in-docs @myobmaya @lolahasmoxie @ashes-and-inks @starkeyba3 @theroseunblown @sllooney @oceanblueeyesoul @claryfrayed @remusslove @duruxoxo

[achoonihaachu]

hello! do you take request for obey me? if so, i have one in mind and i think you'll be perfect.

trigger warning, by the way.

can i request for an mc who's like extremely depressed and refuse to interact with anyone. this is because they do not want to be attached to anyone and hurt them because they plan to unalive themself before they can return to the human world. they just keep quiet and keep to themselves and the boys just had enough y'know?

like lucifer is tired because of mc's irresponsibility, satan and asmo are worried because mc spends too much time indulging in books (and that meant they're trying to excape something from the outside world) and they seem not to take care of themself, beel too because mc doesnt eat that much, diavolo is somewhat scared bc it may cause the downfall of the program but is also concerned for the human's wellbeing, solomon is trying to conjure a spell so that he'll know what's up, and the angels just trying to atleast make mc smile.

how do you will they react? (especially when they find out about mc's plan) and how will they be able to cheer up mc so that they will not continue their plan anymore.

what will their reaction be if they succeed to make mc feel at home and finally happy after years of drowning?

im sorry if its too long aaaa, i've just been feeling under the weather lately and i needed some fluff from the obey me characs.

if you decided to do this request, i thank you for your time and effort! blessed be.

Stay a Minute More

a/n: hi! so i decided to do this request before i post any of the other work i’ve done because i just felt so drawn in by this. The way you described your request is… well, to put it lightly, i deal with my own demons (the unsexy kind) and topics like these just find a way to get to me, y’know? I’m sorry if that doesn’t make any sense but your request is a sort of self-indulgent moment i think i need to take my time in. i needed to let some emotions i’ve let build up out and… i just genuinely needed this so thank u for requesting it. For us both, i’ve written fluff at the end bc i need to make up for the angst- and also because we deserve better than the cards we’ve been dealt. i decided to just do this for the brothers, i might do something similar for the dateables one day, not too sure yet! Stay safe out there, okay? Just remember that you’re loved and that my messages are always open to you if you ever need someone to talk to <33

Warnings: heavy topics, cursing, fighting, mentions of su!cide, heavy mention of s*lf-h4rm, self-h4tred, self-deprecation, mentions of panic 4ttacks, anx!ety, d*pression. implications of gasl!ghting, implications of e4ting d!sorders, heavy spoilers for lesson 16, extreme angst but comfort will come!, fic then headcanon, slightly proofread

word count: 7.7k

if you are having su!cidal thoughts or any sort of issues with your mental health, please please seek professional help! you are deserving of love and good mental health, please do not read this if you think that it could be triggering! we love you, okay? <33

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The world is such a beautiful sight when you stand on the rooftops of tall buildings. You realize that you’re this small thing in a vast world and in the end, you question whether anything is worth anything at all. Sunsets have always held a special place in your heart; They indicate that though ever beautiful, they’re the first sign of the end.

Oh to be as beautiful as a sunset. You were afraid you’d be leaving a train wreck instead.

For a moment in time, as you grow close to those in the Devildom, you forgot. You were able to forget. You were able to smile again after what felt like years of heartache and you couldn’t wish for anything else.

But during nights like these, you wish that Belphie was successful in killing you.

Your ceiling was an empty slate, save for the single lightbulb screwed in tight in the center. You were too aware of everything in that moment; the way your skin felt as it rubbed against the soft cotton of your blanket, the way your hair splayed against the pillow resting under your head, it was too much and you weren’t even sure why you were feeling this way.

Two months; You were leaving in two months.

You clutched at your throat as you felt as though you were being strangled all over again by phantom hands trying to end your suffering. You weren’t too sure if the ghosts in the House of Lamentation were playing a trick on you but for a moment, you stopped prying at the faux constriction. You almost felt at peace at being given an easy way out. Your vision blurred as your mind went a million miles a minute.

Should you let it take you in your sleep?

Your breathing, erratic and shallow, leveled quickly. It left as soon as it came and a part of you felt guilty for being annoyed that you lived through another one of those… Another panic attack on your own.

You glance at the clock that hung on a wall of your room; 4 AM, like fucking clock work.

You were getting so tired of this whole routine; You were so afraid of losing the life you built and you didn’t know how to deal with going back home to a life you were unhappy in.

You finally made an agreement with yourself.

If you were going to go back to being unhappy in the human world, you’d rather leave this life with happy memories of what you had.

You were going to take your life when you go back home.

Day by day, the brothers saw how you pulled away. At first, there were small changes. You opted out of going out to buy coffee, you took your food back to your room for supper, and you stopped coming down for family nights. The brothers chalked it up to human hormones, humans have always been strange creatures.

Then the bigger changes started happening. You switched to taking your classes online, like Levi. Your beautiful smile, something they’ve grown to love so, stopped making appearances altogether. You bathed less and less, you stopped taking care of yourself and you just… weren’t the MC they loved.

Satan would try to get you to join him in the library but you’d always have your nose stuck in your book before he could ask and whenever he tried sitting beside you, you’d smile sheepishly at him, albeit a bit forced, and you’d walk to your room. You weren’t you and they were all starting to notice.

The fighting started when you failed three different tests. You had gotten your test results printed because Lucifer expected to see your papers; something about not wanting you to start slacking off since you’re always at home now. You had a particularly bad day, you had started refusing to eat anything in fear of gaining any weight and your hair was starting to fall out. You held back the sobs that threatened to tear out of your throat as you stared at the clump of hair laying in the center of your palm. You heard the brothers come home from RAD and you were quick to throw a hoodie on because…

Well, how would you go about explaining the fresh, shallow red lines decorating your skin to the Sins?

You snuck out of your room quickly; You just needed to leave your tests on the table in the common room for Lucifer then you could go back to your room to hide. It didn’t go according to what you had planned because the moment you threw the papers on the table, you walked backwards into a sturdy chest and strong arms.

“Yo! Where are ya headin’ off to so soon, (MC)?” Mammon, why’d you have to come at such an awful time?

Lucifer strolls into the room casually, he greets you as he eyes the small stack of papers tossed haphazardly onto the coffee table. You held your breath as he walks over and grabs it with nimble fingers, “It’s good to see you actually leave your room, (MC)-” His voice falters in his throat as he scans the papers. You stared down at the ground, afraid of what was about to come.

“(MC), explain to me how you got the lowest scores in all of RAD.” His voice was low and deadly. You remain stuck where you stood as Mammon starts to step away. As much as he loved you, he wasn’t willing to get in the way of Lucifer’s bubbling anger. The eldest stalked over to you slowly, you could feel his anger roll off him in uncontrollable waves, “Listen Luci, I haven’t had a good day. Can we please have this conversation some other-”

“I said explain your rubbish results, (MC).”

You grit your teeth as you watch him throw your test papers to the ground by your feet. “I don’t have to explain myself to you, Lucifer.” You spin on your heel and run out of the room, ignoring the calls and pleas of the other brothers as you push past them. You chose not to come down for dinner… You didn’t come down for breakfast the next day either. Lucifer seemed to have ignored your presence entirely because he made no effort to apologize but a part of you felt guilty as you heard Asmodeus and Mammon talk to you from the other side of the door, reminding you to take the food they left on a tray before Beel got to it. You left it untouched.

The trash can in the corner of your room was overfilled with bloodied tissue papers and used blades for a few days after that.

You grew small and frail as the weeks went by. Lucifer distanced himself from you, he had never been good at apologizing so you didn’t hold it against him. He’d be a fool though if he assumed that you’d come crawling, begging for his forgiveness. You could feel that the other brothers were either growing increasingly worried or they were starting to get tired of you; maybe it was the illogical part of your brain that made you paranoid. Perhaps the lack of nutrition was starting to get to you but you felt as though the rest of the occupants in the house hated you.

You weren’t aware of how much they truly cared though.

You weren’t aware of the sleepy white-haired demon that camps out by your door every night just hoping, praying, to catch you if you try to sneak out to grab the food they’d always bring up to you. You weren’t aware of how badly Mammon wanted to wrap you up in his arms in a tight hug; you weren’t aware of how worried he was.

You didn’t know that Asmo was constantly refreshing your socials to see if you were posting anything at all on how you were feeling; From your private accounts to your fan accounts, he’d try to stay updated on your life online because he didn’t know how you were feeling anymore. Your last post dated back to a month ago and it was a group picture of you and the brothers on a small trip you all went on. His smile wavered as he saw how vibrant you looked in the picture. The fifth-born would give anything to have your spunky energy around the house again. What he’d give to see you and Mammon cause trouble again.

You didn’t know that the youngest was taking naps every hour to try and catch you when you went to sleep. You didn’t know that he was in your dreams trying to soothe you whenever you had nightmares. Once he figured out that your sleep schedule was erratic, he kept a small journal to keep track of how long you slept each night. He realized that you slept at dawn and you woke up five minutes before your classes began. You weren’t aware of how badly Belphie wanted to help but didn’t know how to so he did what he does best… He sleeps.

You didn’t know how hard it was for Beel to leave your food untouched in the hallway. He’d pass by your room every night and fight the urge that built in his very being to just scarf down everything including the tray before you could take it. You’d hear a soft knock on your door after the brothers eat dinner, like clockwork every night. Beel would leave his room at midnight for one of his many snack runs and there were a few nights when he’d see that a small bowl of food would be empty and on those nights he’d feel for your pact and smile as he felt you indulge in his sin ever so slightly. Those were what he considered good nights. He’d leave a small packet of chips by your door on those nights. He’s elated to see that you’d take them in the hours he slept.

You didn’t know that Levi was well aware of your late night crying sessions. He turned down the volume of his computer one night and he heard your soft cries echo from the room opposite to his. His heart broke from how devastated your cries sounded, it was like you had lost all hope in life and you just resorted to crying to release some of the suffocating pressure building in your chest. You didn’t know that he’d lean against his door in his room and listen to your hushed cries; he didn’t tell anyone. He didn’t ask you about it because who on Earth would even want to confide in a gross otaku like him, anyways? He did what he thought was best. He listened.

Five of the seven were stuck; they kept finding themselves at dead ends and they could feel you slip away, slowly but it was happening. It’s hard to be blessed with intelligence so vast that you’re practically this walking encyclopedia. Satan was this onlooker; he could see the symptoms, he sensed it all develop and fester, but he didn’t jump in to do anything. A part of him regrets not doing anything early on but who was he to dictate how you felt? He was a creature of pure unadulterated wrath and hatred, he was born from the anger in Lucifer’s heart. He couldn’t possibly look you straight in the eyes and tell you to feel a certain way.

He knew in himself that there were abandoned towns in the Devildom obliterated and left as mere piles of ash from days when he was unable to keep a clear train of thought; when he let his emotions take over, nothing was safe. He was afraid that one day, your emotions would blind you from making logical decisions.

He was afraid that one day soon, you’d put yourself in harm’s way.

Lucifer knew that he was far from the perfection he tries to portray himself as. He knows that he’s done so much damage to the people around him; he’s like a bomb that keeps exploding. He takes his anger out on Mammon, who does nothing but “mess up”, was the perfect scapegoat- the perfect excuse to let him get away with the shit he does. He wants the people around him to be just as perfect as he tries to be, to be… almost robotic with how structured he tries to make his life out to be. He tries to justify his actions, his heart tells him that he does this out of the love he has for his family and his friends but how do you justify pushing everyone away because you try to control them? He knows he’s indebted to you and that’s what scares him. You came into his life and you mend what’s broken. You fixed a family torn to shreds… His family that he tore to shreds. He’s afraid of how much power you truly hold but then he sees cracks in your strong facade. He feels bad, guilty even, but he tries to chip away at your flaws. He sees that you’re hurting but he’s never been good at comfort. He’s always had to play the role of the perfect parental figure, the perfect older brother able to juggle all the responsibilities of the world but still have time to come home for dinner. He didn’t know where to start and a part of him hoped that one of his brothers would bring it up for dinner so that they could all discuss but none of them ever did.

So he observes you.

He sees the healing lines on your skin, your arms were like lined pieces of paper from a notebook. They were long and varying in how deep they went; but he knew that your pain went deeper than just superficial scars. He sees how hard you try to hide them so he never comments on them. When you start to pull away, he gets frustrated and he tries to fish your problems out of you by badgering you. He’s always done this with his brothers- none of them ever truly open up to him so he does what he does best. He’s harsh with them and eventually, they open up by screaming at him about how broken they were and that was how they, as a family, work on their problems.

You’ve never really been the type to raise your voice though.

He never meant to push you even further out into the lake of dread you were already drowning in. His pride just… It never let him out of it’s cold hold; he was never able to apologize.

The eldest confided in his best friend-slash-boss. Diavolo had planned the whole exchange program out, he was supposed to know how to deal with a situation like this; they were supposed to be prepared for anything and everything but even the redhead had drawn up blank conclusions and unrealistic game plans.

Weeks of this go by and Lucifer has had enough; You were leaving to go back home to the human realm in three weeks. He didn’t want the remaining time they had with you to be tense and unenjoyable. He walked up to your door and took a deep breath, he glanced at his feet and saw that you hadn’t touched the food on your tray again. He grimaces and knocks on your door with a steady hand, “(MC)? Can we please talk?” His voice was smooth, he was able to mask his nerves rather well. No answer. He fidgets slightly where he stood before his fist raps against the door once more, a little harder than before. “(MC)?”

He hears shuffling and rustling form behind the door, he didn’t realize he was holding in a breath until he sighed at that moment. You crack the door open just a tad, you only showed half your face and your hair was tucked under the hood of your oversized hoodie. To say you looked like a wreck would be an understatement. The bags under your eyes contrast darkly against the complexion of your dry skin- skin that was once supple and smooth from all the care you put into your appearance. Your cheeks were sunken in ever so slightly and for the first time in about a month, he was finally able to take a proper look at you.

And what he saw scared him.

“(MC)? W-What happened to you?”

At that moment, all hell broke loose. You open your mouth to talk and no sound comes out. The stress you were constantly experiencing became too much and seeing the person you were most afraid of disappointing look at you with eyes so full of concern… It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. In your mind, it became clear to you; he knew you were a complete basket case. You closed your eyes and braced for harsh words and disdain to be thrown your way- maybe a “(MC), this is unbecoming of an exchange student. You’re a disgrace.” something along those lines.

Nothing came.

You crack an eye open slightly and see Lucifer still staring at you and the moment you two made eye contact, your eyes began to well up with tears. “I-” Where do you even begin? Do you begin with the overwhelming feeling of sadness? The unending void in your heart of darkness and doubt? How do you explain to him that you… You were broken? You were tired?

Lucifer pushes the door in gently, you take a few steps back without so much of a push or any sort of fight; Your room was a complete mess. Books were strewn around and a small stack laid by your bed. Tissues, both used and unused, were thrown about on the floor. Small chip packets were empty and left on your desk. Your D.D.D was turned on and was left on your bed.

The mess gave him the slightest of headaches but there was just one thing that scared him.

Your trashcan.

One sniff of the air and he caught a whiff of that familiar metallic scent. You would think that someone who has lived for literal millenia would get used to the stench of dried human blood but yours… Your blood was different. It smelt sweet and felt gentle- comforting. Your scent was comforting and to smell it at the point where it smelt so rotten and dead…

He couldn’t choke back the gag that left his throat.

He turns to you and sighs in utter disbelief, “(MC)...” Now, perhaps it was the fear you felt from all the possible reactions Lucifer might have or perhaps the lethargy you fought off with all those cups of coffee had finally caught up with you but your vision blurred. Your knees buckled under your weight and you stumbled into Lucifer’s arms. “I- I’m sorry.” You whisper before you let the darkness pull you into unnerving serenity.

Lucifer screamed for his brothers, all of whom were, fortunately, at home. The first to run in was Mammon, followed by Satan, then the twins, then finally Asmo and Levi. The first thing they react to is the scent of death that clung onto the air, then in the millisecond that follows, they see you laying in Lucifer’s arms on the floor.

What the fuck happened?

Satan, ever the observant one, notices the small flipped notebook that was thrown under your pillow. May God in Heaven aid in his journey to ask for forgiveness one day for what he was about to do. He quickly grabs the notebook and flips to the first page. You had started the journal when you first started to act differently. The first page always held something important. He quickly reads through the scribbled writing and he drops the notebook.

You had written, “My time is almost up. I’m grateful for the brothers but I need to leave soon. Sunsets have always been my favorite. I hope they can forgive me for what I’ll do when I go home.”

His eyes land on the bloodied razorblade wrapped in tissue laying in your trashcan.

“They planned on…”

“No..”

Lucifer:

He’s never been good at handling extreme emotions. He’s always been the type to bottle things up.

Seeing you in that state shook him to his core.

He and his brothers were quick to bundle you up in layers upon layers of blankets; you were cold but you were breathing and that was the most important thing to him.

He had been the first person to see you, he knew you hadn’t planned on doing anything at that moment.

He knew that you were tired and scared and… With what Satan had said, it seemed like you were simply exhausted.

Diavolo offered to take you back to the human realm to get you treated and to get you to a place where… issues like these would be handled by professionals but to everyone’s surprise, Lucifer was the most adamant to not let you go home.

He was on the brink of attacking the Prince for even suggesting something as “idiotic” as letting you leave when you needed them the most.

He was practically glued to your side as you rested. He was the one to change your bandages, he took your vitals in the way Satan taught him, he watched over you like an angel, ironically enough.

He was ever so gentle with you, he never raised his voice in the house as you rested for fear of startling you awake and triggering something.

He was the first person you saw when you woke up for your long nap, you slept for an entire day.

He fed you and helped you drink water but you were stubborn (you always have been, he thinks) and you tried to assure him that you’re alright.

He, of course, does not believe you.

He forbids you from getting up and he calls upon his brothers and he holds a meeting in your room.

Satan, the little snitch he was, told you that he had seen your journal and all the brothers knew of what you were planning when you made it back home.

You burst out in tears; you never meant to let them know in advance.

Lucifer let his brothers take care of you; He watched on the sideline as his brothers wrapped you up into a tight group hug.

When you and him were left alone, though, he walked over to you and gave you the most comforting, tight embrace.

“I don’t know how deep your struggles go. You’ve always been so brave but never forget that we are here for you. You can lean on me, you can learn to trust me.”

He sits you down one day and apologizes for all he’s done; the harsh treatment, the backhanded comments, everything.

He knows that though he’s as flawed as they come, he was willing to let go of his pride to help you.

The journey to get better is long, he knows that trauma and years of battling with depression and anxiety can’t be undone or forgotten in a day, but he will be there every step of the way.

Mammon:

A part of him despised being so attached to a mortal being.

He knew that your time with them was limited and yet he was so careless to just let you grab ahold of his heart- he let you steal it so freely but he never regretted it.

Because he got to love you.

Seeing you pull away from him, from his brothers, and from the life you’ve grown to love- it scared him but he didn’t want to seem paranoid.

If only he acted on those concerns.

Seeing you so pale in the arms of his brother knocked all the wind from his chest.

He fell to his knees and snatched you out of his brother’s arms. He cradled your frame so tenderly and took hold of your face in his hands with shaky resolve.

He couldn’t play off the tears that streamed down his face as he croaked out for everyone to get out.

He could still hear, feel your heartbeat and it was stable enough. He wasn’t worried about that, no, he was worried about what Satan had just read out.

You were going through all of the torment on your own? Why wasn’t he able to pick up on it?

He was your first man, your first demon pact-

He cried quietly as he watched over you for hours; he only left your side twice, once to grab you food and the other time to go to the washroom.

When you woke up, the first thing you saw was Mammon’s face plastered right up to yours and his bi-colored eyes were brimmed with tears.

“Never ever think that you’re all alone when you deal with your problems again. Do you understand, human?!... I’m always here for you.”

He was one of the “nicer” brothers, he never tried harming you and he’s got a small inkling that your rocky start in the Devildom had an effect on you that you never opened up about.

He already held a small grudge against the youngest and seeing you in this state, his anger flared even more.

It took a long talk and a lot of convincing on your end to get him to understand that your struggles have been… a part of you for a long time, his brothers were never the problem.

After hearing that, he simply holds you in his arms, the blush on his face be damned, as he whispers to you that he’ll be there for you for the rest of time to help you through all your bad days and that he’d celebrate with you on all your good ones.

Leviathan:

He had to be lured out by Asmo, his music was playing quite loudly and he, to this day, regrets leaving the music on so loud that day.

Levi is the type to want to bury himself in his hobbies to distract himself from his problems.

He thinks, “If I don’t see my problems, if I don’t think of my problems, do I even have any problems at all?”

He only realizes that it’s not the best of coping mechanisms; seeing you so frail and tired-looking woke him up to that reality.

He feels this overwhelming sense of guilt; he wasn’t there for you enough, he didn’t look out for the signs, he didn’t- he wasn’t-

He wasn’t doing enough for you.

That was why you felt the way you did.

One glance at you, one glance at his panicked brothers- it was too much. He spins on his heel and marches back into his room to dry heave over his trash can.

He feels awful for not being there for you.

Asmo and Satan took turns in trying to coax him out of his room after they cleaned you up and laid you down to recuperate.

He only left when Satan provided photo evidence that you were asleep.

He couldn’t muster up the courage to look you in the eye to try and reassure you that everything would be okay.

He would have hourly check-ins with you as the day progressed.

He was actually just dropping by to check if you were still sleeping soundly when you suddenly woke up.

He was about to rush out of the room but you, despite being groggy, were able to grab his hand.

You had to beg him to stay.

“I-I’m sorry that you had to deal with your problems on your own for so long, (MC). I can’t promise you that the journey from now will be smooth sailing but… I’m here, okay? Even if you don’t need me around, obviously who’d need a yucky otaku- mmh!”

You had to shut him up by dragging him weakly down into a hug.

He’s not good with showing physical affection but he tries his best for you.

He comes out of his room more often after the whole ordeal, he’s glued to you like gum on pavement but he tries to keep it nonchalant.

(He beats Mammon with a stick for the seat right beside yours during mealtime)

On the days where it seems too hard to fight off those dark thoughts, he gently pulls you off into his room to binge watch a new series and on particularly bad days, he’s able to muster up the courage to pull you onto his lap and he holds you tight as a cute slice of life show plays quietly in the background.

Satan:

His heart sank to the bottom of his stomach when he saw you on that fateful day, in the arms of Lucifer looking so absent of life.

As the unofficial detective of the family, he’s quick to scan the room for what could’ve happened because Lucifer wasn’t much help- The eldest was in shock.

He’s the first to see the journal, the first to know what was really wrong and when he read those words… He was rendered speechless.

He couldn’t explain anything to his brothers, all he could do was repeat the words he read before he handed the notebook over to the brother standing closest to him, who just so happened to be Asmo.

He knelt beside you with a somber smile on his face; He knew that you’d be okay, he didn’t feel the need to panic but he swore to himself to never let it get this bad ever again.

Though he wasn’t too panicky, he was obviously a little antsy. He rushed around the house to get you anything you needed or might want when you woke up; From blankets to food to bottles of water, as long as he deemed it important, he grabbed it.

By the end of it, your room was kind of like a tiny supermarket, full of small boxes of necessities.

Thanks to his endless knowledge on medicine and on the field in general, he was able to take notes of your vitals (he knew how to work an oximeter and a glucometer and at that moment, he felt quite proud of himself-)

He checked in on you regularly and during one of his many vital checks, you roused. He was quick to give you water and a small piece of bread; He read somewhere in his countless books that small bits of food was best for patients who were undernourished and you were his responsibility. (Please let Satan play doctor-)

You didn’t particularly mind the care he and his brothers showed, in a way you felt a little bad that they were spending so much time and energy on you but Satan got rid of those thoughts quickly.

“Stop that nonsense, (MC). You have taken such good care of us and you’ve shown us the love we’ve craved for millenia. You accepted me on my worst days so… Let me love you during yours.”

He brought in his favorite loveseat from his room to yours and he spent about a week with you. He would read you stories to help you fall asleep and during the nights when you’d wake up from nightmares of panic attacks, he'd jump into bed with you and just hold you till your heart rate steadied.

Asmodeus:

The fifth-born closed his eyes and refused to breathe in the air.

He was sure that that image would haunt him for months. Seeing you, the only person who loved him past the glamor and the perfect facade he put up, look so deathly-

He screwed his eyes shut so that the tears wouldn’t be able to escape.

He heard Satan say something but his mind didn’t quite process it until he felt a small book be thrust into his hands.

He made sure to turn away from your unconscious body before he opened the book.

Page after page detailed the emotions you felt for the last few weeks and he could feel his heart break with every word you wrote.

You were fighting off these… these demons in your head. You braved through countless nights of dealing with such complex emotions on your own and it all caught up to you… They were none the wiser.

He ran out of the room to comprehend it all.

Don’t get him wrong; he’d love to sit by your side through this all and finally give you the reassurance that you’re not and have never been alone in your struggles but… He wasn’t strong enough to handle seeing you look so frail.

He decided that it’d be better to be honest with himself and with you; he wasn’t the best brother to approach when it came to these things but he’d be damned if he didn’t try (more damned than he already was seeing as he… well, he’s a demon-)

He went on hiatus online. Yes, the social media-obsessed Asmodeus deleted all his social media for a few days and he shut off his phone as he worked with his brothers in making you feel comfortable.

He stockpiled a bunch of lotions and medicine that would help you in physically healing your wounds.

He’s a firm believer that though scars represent hardships you’ve managed to overcome, they don’t dictate the type of person you are. He believes that helping you get rid of the scars could help in your process of healing from your past.

He’d sit beside you when you woke up a few hours later and he’d start crying as he held you gently.

“My dear, why on Earth would you hide all of that from us? We love you so much and you’re such an important part in our lives… We’re here for you, okay?!”

Your replies were muffled with his smothering as he squished his face against yours; He muttered something about physical affection being a great way to relieve stress. (he read one of Satan’s medicine books briefly and he saw that ”a hug a day could keep the depression away-”)

He’d make sure that you ate all the food being given to you, though he’d never force feed you because he knows just how hard it could be to go back to a life deemed normal after weeks of going through something so difficult.

He’d gossip with you about the most mundane things, like how Satan would stay in the kitchen with Beel and Belphie just making different types of soup (he’d never mention that they were making soup for you-), then the gossip would turn into reminiscing about the days when the the twins were still babies, then how life was like before they met you. (He’d also talk about how Lucifer was such a pain in the ass back in the day because he was their Father’s favorite, meaning the eldest was a kiss ass, and how he’d tattle on all of them getting into all sorts of trouble but you shouldn’t ever mention these stories to the Avatar of Pride… For his sake.)

He’d just talk to you to make you feel like… Whatever happened to you in the past, before you met them, did not define who you are. He’d treat you like the same MC, the person you’ve always been, and he’d remind you every single day that no matter what happens, he’d always be there to support you along the way.

Beelzebub:

He was the brother everyone considered to be the most innocent. He’s this big, tall demon with the capability of consuming a person whole if he so chooses but his heart was kind and as pure as gold.

He’d do anything to keep you out of harm's way.

But… how does he protect you from the thoughts running rampant in your head?

How does he even go about trying to act like the big, strong protector that he claims to be when he couldn’t be there for you when you needed him the most?

He stands silently by the door as his other brothers rush around trying to help you.

His heart was shattered upon hearing Satan repeat what he had read but he didn’t have time to sulk or let the feeling of guilt linger; he had work to do.

He grabbed Belphie and marched into the kitchen.

For a moment, the seventh-born tried arguing with his twin, about how it wasn’t a good time to indulge in his sin but those words died down in his throat as Beel pulled out raw ingredients; He’d never eat raw food first, especially with the boxes upon boxes of chips they had bought the night prior.

The ginger got to work, he chopped all the ingredients he needed to make a giant pot of his favorite soup.

He ignored the loud rumbling of his stomach as he stirred the stock. Belphie was genuinely impressed by the restraint his brother was showing. It had been about an hour or two since they left you in the very capable hands of their brothers.

The youngest was sleeping on the counter, Satan walked in to grab about 9 bottles of water and a dozen individually wrapped sweet pastries, Asmodeus silently watched him cook the soup that Lucifer used to make them when they were younger.

When he was done, the house smelled amazing. He took a giant serving and brought it up to you on a tray.

You were awake when he walked in. Surprisingly, his brothers had left you alone to give you a moment to breathe and process and you were actually quite hungry. (Beel could sense it in you, he could hear your stomach grumble softly.)

You smiled sheepishly at him as he watched you scarf down the delicious soup he made.

“I know I’m not the best at words but I hope that you can trust me from now on. If not me then my brothers can help you. Let us protect you and care for you like you’ve done for us.”

He would let you be, he didn’t know how to put in words how relieved he was simply seeing you eat and regain a bit of the color you lost. He busied himself in the kitchen; he snacked, of course, but he made you all sorts of food for the next few days.

He needed to make sure that you were eating well and taking care of yourself. Seeing you indulge in his sin gave him some sort of hope; Perhaps he could finally be there for you at the start of this new chapter in your life, a chapter free from heartache.

Belphegor:

He had an inkling of what you were going through; Your dreams would sometimes take this nasty turn and he’d always do his best in giving you some sense of peace.

Seeing you in Lucifer’s arms… It solidified this fear he never realized he had about losing you.

The flashbacks he got, seeing you look so pale- He was frozen on the spot.

Satan’s voice sounded muffled, he sounded so far away.

You felt that way all this time? The mind fuck it must’ve been for you when he… he succeeded in killing you.

He only managed to get pulled out of the spiraling mindset he was getting sucked into was because Beel pulled him to the kitchen.

He was quiet as he thought back on all the days you spent helping him get out of the attic. The hushed laughter from all the somewhat tasteless jokes you, him, and Satan made of Lucifer during the early days of the Anti-Lucifer League.

It all hit him like a truck in one single moment as Beel chopped Devildom onions; He was terrified of losing you like he lost Lilith.

He shed a few tears he blamed on the onions.

He, like a majority of his brothers, was not good at handling intense emotions like fear or anger or even love. Love scared him, it scared all of them, because loving someone like you was practically guaranteed heartbreak.

You weren’t meant for forever and now he finds out that… You were trying to cut it even shorter?

He closes his eyes and rests his head on the marble countertop.

He finds sweet escape in his dreams but everywhere he looks, he sees your face; He sees you smiling, crying. He sees your angry frown and even the face you make when you get scared from the horror movies you binged together.

He’s the youngest, he wasn’t used to being stuck. He was so used to his brothers solving all other problems they’ve ever faced but it didn’t feel right for him to sit on the sidelines during a time when you needed them all.

He concentrates and finds himself in your dreamless slumber. This empty, black abyss was sort of soothing in a way. He’s comforted by the fact that you’re alive and safe from nightmares. He decides then to pitch in.

He waits for Beel to leave with a bowl the size of a human’s cooking pot balanced on the tray in his hands before he gets up.

He lets Beel take some time with you and when he was sure that all his other brothers were busy doing their own things, he walks to your room.

“Listen, (MC). Just… Just because I made the mistake of taking your life, doesn’t give you the right to try leaving us early, okay? You’ve still got so much to do with all of us so.. Stay.”

You blinked at him and for a moment, he felt bad for the potentially awfully timed joke (of when he killed the other you… y’know that one time-) but when he sees you crack a smile…

He just knew that this meant something.

He walked over to you and pulled you into a tight embrace before he awkwardly walked out of the room.

He checks in on you every now and then, he brings you one of those extremely processed cans of Devildom Deadly Nightshade… the poisonous berries.

Obviously he got you the type you, as a human, could actually eat- but he got you to laugh at the ironic thought that he’d still be trying to kill you.

Again, Belphie wasn’t the best at… emotions. Frankly, he was quite bad at dealing with situations like this but seeing you go back to the you he knew… Seeing you slowly go back to running around the halls with Mammon as Lucifer chased you both.

He knows that they got you to stay a minute more… A minute that turned into an hour. They had you for another day, another week, another year, another decade.

About two weeks go by and the brothers observe you. They weren’t too sure on how to go about gauging your recovery; Were you even recovering?

They decide to take you on a trip to the human world, a few days before you have to go home.

They felt anxious about the whole thing- Were they ready to let you go? They knew that they weren’t saying goodbye but after that fateful day, it felt like this sense of impending doom. Surely, you weren’t going to do anything.

They brought you to this gorgeous beach, somewhere hidden away from all the tourists and the loud locals. It was a quaint little place that they found thanks to Levi. You were practically glowing in the sunlight, the orange that bled into red and yellow. The sky was painted so perfectly and the Sun was dipping down the horizon, slowly but surely.

The sea breeze was salty and you all found a spot by the edge where the water and the shore met. Lucifer and Satan set up the blankets, Beel and Asmo got the food out of the picnic baskets, and Mammon, Levi and Belphie readied the things needed to start a bonfire.

You stood by the water, your toes dipping into the waves that came and went. You were silent throughout the whole thing, it was quite unnerving to be frank. The brothers left you to your own accord; they didn’t want to assume anything in fear of offending you. When things were set up, they decided to join you by the waves.

“What’s gotten you so intrigued, (MC)?”

“I used to love sunsets. They always were so beautiful but in a way, they were always so sad because it always signified the end. The end of the day but also the end of something we learned to love.” You trail off for a moment, your eyes focused squarely on the setting sun.

“Night time scared me because it always meant that I’d be alone again. I’d have to go through the nightmares and the panic attacks alone. I hated night time.”

The brothers exchange glances worriedly. Where was this going?

“You made me realize that sunsets don’t always mean the end. Night time doesn’t always mean I’m alone. I was never able to appreciate the beauty of the stars or the Moon because I was scared.”

“You helped me realize that the sun rises again,” You turn to them and smile brightly.

“You made me want to stay a minute more.”

[obeiii-mee]

Could I request the brothers (and maybe Diavolo, if you're comfortable) reacting to a knightly/chivalrous m/c, please?

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I haven’t written Diavolo in a hot minute, I’m glad he’s being requested again. I’m guessing you mean an MC with the attributes of a knight? The same sort of mannerisms and traits and not an actual knight! MC? Lemme know if I did this ask wrong because I was low key confused lmao.

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The Brothers + Diavolo with a knightly/chivalrous MC:

Lucifer:

-He really didn’t like you upon first meeting

-He hated how he couldn’t intimidate you into not being a nuisance the way he could with most of his brothers

-But, to be honest, you had gained his respect rather early on

-I think, even though it may have annoyed him to no end, Lucifer was very fond of your bravery a lot of the times

-The way you would stand up for Mammon or that time you protected Beel and Luke from his outburst

-Courage is not a trait one would usually associate with humans, especially when more superior beings like demons are involved

-Your humility was also a characteristic of yours that he, surprisingly, was really fond of

-And your overall mercifulness was something to be congratulated as well

-I mean, him and his brothers put you through so much shit and for you to forgive and move on without an angry word at any of them kinda speaks on its own

-I think he understands, to an extent, the reason you’re so loyal to the people you care about too

-He has a certain devotion for Lord Diavolo and his brothers, more than he lets on

-To him, having someone like you around is something to be appreciated

-Because you are similar but also completely different and nothing like he deemed you to be at the beginning

-yo i think you remind him of himself back when he was angel tbh

-He’s sort of tired of saving your ass tho because you are very just, so you feel the need to help people all the time which leads to you getting involved in fights

-Bring him his 20th cup of coffee for the day please, it’s hard being a single father of 8 children (yes I’ve added Lord Diavolo he counts as one of the kids)

-He’s the definition of this incorrect quote I stumbled across a while back

- MC: “FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW!”

-Lucifer, from behind them “ Do not.”

Mammon:

-Ok so this random human comes to DevilDom and has the audacity to slap his hand away while he’s trying to steal from Diavolo’s castle????????

-“MC ya’re forgetting I’m a demon, my moral scale is wayyy different than yours-“

-“Put it back.”

-“......ok.”

-You’re coming at him with rightfulness and honor and your presence is gonna hit him like a truck

-Cuz he ain’t stealing anything when you’re around (lucifer uses this to his advantage ofc.)

-That was basically the only thing he disliked about you

-Other than that, after your first week in DevilDom, he thinks you’re a goddamn S A I N T

-Everytime you stand up for him when his brothers are being assholes-pls he melts into a puddle of goo from your perfection

-OOFFS AND ALL THOSE TIMES YOU GAVE HIM GIFTS BECAUSE GENEROSITY BBY

-Good thing he was wearing sunglasses, because holy fuck was he weeping under those Gucci shades

-He’s gonna give ya props for having the courage to stand up to him and his brothers

-Lucifer especially because big bro scary

-Think about it like this: literally every single one of them could have you seasoned and roasted for lunch, love

-And yet you still have the bravery to look them in the eye and tell them: “Ya’ll are dysfunctional as fuck and need family therapy.”

-Again, he doesn’t understand your morale, he’s the Avatar of Greed, if he sees something he likes or seems worthy of his presence, he takes it

-But with that look you’re giving him, he honestly feels so guilty he can’t help but put it back

-He also appreciates your patience with him when it comes to anything that involves him talking about his emotions and thought process

-Because at this point he is widely known as scum so-

-Ahhhh, in the end, he thinks you’re pretty badass for a human and would low key want to see you in an armour of sorts agajwhisebhwjwwhehgdhdh

-And he really likes it when you make the effort to open doors for him too but he’ll never have the nerve to admit it

Levi:

-Believe it or not, he warms up to you in less than a day...?

-It’s probably because he’s a navy commander and he’s used to having soldiers around and you sort of remind him of that

-Out of everyone, he reacts the least when he sees how you carry yourself because to him it’s second nature

-Even if he does tend to slouch most of the time

-Almost dropped to his knees and started worshiping you when you yelled at Mammon to give Levi his money back on your first day

-And then a friendship started to blossom (im not friendzoning y’all, relax)

-Levi has a tendency to just walk into your room with his laptop, point at the screen which is paused in the middle of an anime and go “Look, the protagonist is a knight. You’re also...really knightly. I like the protagonist. I, uh I like you too, I guess.”

-He loves how honest you are because he knows that no matter what you wouldn’t lie to him

-“MC, do you think I’m a yucky otaku?”

-“No.”

-“But-“

-“No.”

-“Oh ok.”

-But on the inside he’s like 🥰🥰💞💞💞💞

-I just think that a knightly MC would connect on an emotional level with Levi for a lot of reasons, idk

-He’s gonna be a sputtering mess when he realises how much effort you put into this relationship (platonic or romantic) and how loyal you are to it

-Like how you actually bother learning all of his stupid passwords because you are just as serious about them as he is

-He just crashed, give him a moment to reboot please

Satan:

-He takes a while to warm up to you because for some reason your overall demeanour reminded him of Lucifer lol

-He thought you might be just as stuck up as him

-It didn’t take him longer than a week or so to come to the sudden realisation that you are way more pleasant than his brother

-Like his daddy, you manage to earn his respect pretty quickly after that

-He just thought the way you handled everything that was thrown at you in DevilDom was very sophisticated but firm nonetheless, if that makes sense?

-Like, you weren’t itching to escalate fights or anything but your tone of voice could easily end a whole conversation if need be

-You were still a human of course, it would be real easy for some low rank demon to kidnap you or something

-But for some reason, your confidence seemed to intimidate a few of the weaker ones into leaving you alone

-Obviously, that didn’t mean you were completely safe or anything

-There were still others that could effortlessly overpower you

-Even so, Satan found it sort of reassuring that unlike some humans, you weren’t one to back down without a confrontation

-Don’t get me started on all those times you rebelled against Lucifer, because that’s what truly got him to get to know you better

-He found you pretty interesting and then that interest sort of evolved into actual fondness

-Another thing that caught his eye was that even though you have very strong feelings about justice and fairness, you are completely level headed most of the time

-And patience, while it’s something he can manage, is the one that he has been trying to control for centuries

-He learned a lot from you about behaviour, whether you intentionally taught it to him or not

-And if there is one thing Satan thinks highly of; it would be knowledge

-Therefore, from that point onward, your existence was so much more precious to him than your soul could ever be

Asmo:

-What can I say about our sweet Asmo?

-You could have the personality of a trashcan and he’d still love you

-You were so polite and honourable from the beginning to the point you managed to get the attention of the Avata of Lust himself????

-He thought you were pretty hot basically

-hoWEVER

-Your righteousness always sort of nagged him because he low-key believed Diavolo snuck in another angel into the program, I-

-And for some reason, your loyalty to everyone in general ticked him off immensely at the beginning

-Mainly because he recognised that’s one of the traits he lacks entirely and he came to the conclusion that he needs to revaluate himself on that one

-He is so desperate for your attention, he will tattle on his brothers just to get you to yell at them and then comfort him

-“MCCCCC, MAMMON STOLE MY NEWEST MAKE UP KIT AND IS ABOUT TO SELL IT ON AKUZON!”

-he is so petty istg

-Your nobility still catches him off guard every now and then

-Because you’ve been living with demons for so long and yet you’re still, theoretically speaking, pure?? get your head out of the gutter people

-He probably applauds you on the fact that you can even scare Lucifer on some occasions because imagine having a scarier death glare than the eldest prince of hell

-Asmo will personally buy you clothes that he thinks suit your “aesthetic” (wtf Asmo)

-Might’ve bought you a sword and then got shouted at by Lucifer because oops turns out it was cursed

-Again, supportive mom vibes

-“MC, do you know how stunning you look strutting around with that confidence of yours? Don’t get me started on your posTURE!”

-You pulled a chair for him once and he practically swooned lmao

Beel:

-He figures you’re really nice from the start

-Mostly because you kept running errands and opening doors for him even though he let it slip that he might lose control and eat you

-Like most brothers, he finds you comforting in a way

-Beel appreciates your honesty to him too because he can count on you to tell him when he’s doing something wrong

-And he sort of needs the validation that even though he blames himself for a lot of things that took place in the past, his brothers and you are more than ready to forgive him (even if they didn’t blame him to begin with)

-Rather than respect, Beel puts a lot of trust into you, which I would believe to be more intimate

-If it’s just the two of you hanging out, he has an easier time opening up about Lilith because he knows you would never judge him and respect his feelings enough to let him get it out of his system

-You always share your food with him and give him a bigger portion and he goes so soft-

-Like who allowed you to be this generous?

-Tbh, he thinks it’s sort of refreshing having someone like you around

-Beel has been surrounded by demons for millenniums now and he’s gotten used to their...uh ‘evilness’

-Ever since you got dropped off in DevilDom, you really stood out with your nobility and morals

-It was like a breath of fresh air in a way

-He may or may not believe you’re a good influence on his siblings-if you can even influence demons of all things

-I’m not saying he invites you to work out with him and give him honest criticism, but he definitely invites you to work out with him and give him honest criticism

Belphie:

-“Out of all the humans they could’ve chosen, they picked the most annoying one, oH MY FUCKING GO-I MEAN DAD-“

-You go up to the attic that one night after tricking Lucifer into vibing to some classical TSL tunes

-He spotted you and was immediately irritated

-Like, he KNEW you were going to be a pain in the ass just by judging your posture and how you carried yourself (very knightly)

-At the start, he’s even hesitant to lie to you because he had a suspicion you wouldn’t buy his bs

-(Spoiler alert: you didn’t but you went with it either way)

-It takes a while for you to forgive him when he literally fucking kills you because that was rude af but you got over it in time

-AFTER of the whole ‘Sorry-for-choking-you-can-we-be-friends-now’ incident, you still get on his nerves a lot but at this point, he believes that’s his punishment for being a murderous dickhead

-You don’t really piss him off tho, you just confuse him a lot

-Why are you so polite? You keep pulling chairs and opening doors for him??? Why are you treating him like royalty?? Stop it, he doesn’t want to be like Lord Diavolo (he def likes it when you do that)

-Pls stop dragging the poor man to breakfast, he just wants to sleep in-

-He doesn’t understand how you’re always one time for everything

-My dude tries to wake up 20 minutes early to get somewhere in time and he is still 2 hours late

-sTOP TRYING TO FORCE YOUR IDEALS ONTO HIM, HE’S A LITTLE SHIT WHO ENJOYS WATCHING PEOPLE SUFFER

-All the same, you’re a very forgiving person so he’s just grateful you don’t hate him or anything

-And in the end, it doesn’t really matter how much your chivalry and righteousness and all of that pisses him off every now and then

-Because he can’t deny the fact that you brought him and his brothers the peace they needed

-And he so loves it when you and Lucifer go head to head mhmm

Diavolo:

-This big tittied man right here takes a liking to you immediately

-A couple of days in DevilDom and he’s already inviting you for tea at his castle

-You managed to befriend the prince of hell faster than the demons you live with, huh

-He’s lonely ok? He loves having people over and having cozy chitchats

-Not to mention he thinks you’re such pleasant company!

-Most demons would be afraid to even say anything in his presence but you always speak your mind while continuing to be respectful and he’s so happy, you don’t understand-

-Only demons in close relations to Diavolo like Babrbatos and Lucifer actually know how much it takes for someone to anger him

-He doesn’t take offence to much lol

-And he’s really content that you acknowledged that

-He sometimes visits you in his spare time just to talk and hang out since Lucifer is a big meanie who doesn’t want to indulge him and Barbatos is busy making him dinner >:(

-SPEAKING OF- if you and Barbatos don’t bond then i don’t know what to tell you

-I mean, you would both have so many things in common (strong sense of loyalty, honesty, just in a way etc.)

-You’re his favourite guest to have over at the palace, sorry Luci you’ve been replaced

-He genuinely finds you interesting as well so please tell him stories from the human realm!! He’s dying to learn more!

-Diavolo notices you demeanour sort of gives off warrior vibes so-

-He really considered making you into a knight bc it’s Diavolo-what he says; goes

-“I know they’re human but they’ll be fine. Look how tough they are! They managed to survive a year with you and your brothers didn’t they?”

-“My Lord, that doesn’t amount to anything, please don’t get our human killed-“

[daaziscoolbesties]

minecraft endermen are really weird. theyre unnatural and make me feel off.

when i was a small child like seven years ago i would always play minecraft on creative mode and i made an ugly ass enderman "farm" made out of bricks. i had an enderman spawn egg and id just spam it and the enderman couldnt get out (so i thought). anyways having them in this enclosure was probably so i could feel "powerful" over them because to date theyre still the only mob in minecraft that makes me anxious. even above skeletons(which i used to have a horrible fear of (the real life ones not mc ones)) and spiders (which i still have a horrible fear of (again the real life ones not mc)). anyways the endermen just ended up completely teleporting out of the farm and i checked on my world the next day and they were all gone and i didnt appreciate it (this was the same world where my brother blew up my pets but thats a different story).

anyways back to endermen. besides the fact that i just didnt like dying and i did like building ugly structures, one of the main reasons i didnt play survival much for a while, or if i did id put it on peaceful, was because of the enderman. every time i passed one my heart would drop and if i happened to look it in the eye on accident my throat would feel like its closing up and idk why. if it sounds like im bullshitting you or not remembering correctly i swear im not because it still happens actually.

i play survival a ton more now simply because i enjoy it more, it feels like theres actually a goal to achieve, but i never really make efforts toward said goal(ya know, beating the dragon). none of my worlds are really created with the intention of beating the dragon, and therefore i dont have to worry about endermen. if i happen to be outside my house and theres one there, no worries i just wait for it to go away. it may spook me for a sec but im fine.

but recently me and my sister started a world with the sole purpose of beating the dragon. we may have cheated a little (like putting on keep inventory cause honestly we both suck at pvp and have died so many times) but its okay cause thats it. we still have to fight endermen to get pearls for the end portal. and so we were hanging out in the nether and made a little two block tall hidey hole and id stand by the front and taunt endermen to get them to come close so i could kill them without them being able to get to me and it worked really well actually. except for the fact that to get them to come near i had to get them to aggro onto me and to do that i have to look them in the eye and you know where this is going. and so i was like "it has been so long since i looked an enderman in the eye surely i cant still be scared of them" and i turn to my sister like "<sister> you stay in the hole ill get us some pearls"

so i go out and taunt the dudes and guess what bitch got the pit in their stomach from these fuckers!! thats right bestie and my throat started to close up and i started talking to my sister again but i could tell me voice was off from it and i dont know why it happens but it pisses me off. like theyre not even scary looking theyre just a bit odd. and i continue to do this and kill the endermen and it just. doesnt. stop. my throat keeps closing up and im not "in pain" or anything just inconvenienced like what the fuck dude its a bunch of fucking pixels. i dont know its weird.

and now this part is gonna sound super fuckin stupid but ever since i started watching dsmp i immediately got attached to ranboo (cc! and c!) and knowing that c!ranboo was half enderman made me really think "hm endermen arent that bad. granted i havent interacted with one in a while but still not that bad. perhaps my favorite hostile mob" because you know people get attached to characters and think dumb things. and then again ranboo's character straight up existing and also this one specific headcanon i saw that was like "endermen use telepathy to talk so when a player looks at them all their thoughts get projected into them and it hurts their brain :((" makes me feel kinda bad for aggro-ing them and killing them again even though its literally just some pixels dude. my brain is not kind to me about this stuff and its really dumb.

i dont know what about the endermen staring back at me sets off the sort of fight-or-flight that makes me unable to breathe for a second but its something. its not the fact that their jaws basically unhinge when theyre mad because the throat closing up sensation happens before that. it happens when i look at an enderman and it looks back up at me and holds my gaze. i dont know. i dont know why im worked up(even slightly) over a video game. theyre still my favorite hostile mob i think (not just because of ranboo honestly the other hostile mobs just kinda suck).

and also i like the idea of how humanoid they are. not human. humanoid. they have the basic aspects of a minecraft human- square, head, torso, legs, arms, eyes. most mc skins dont even have mouths anyways just eyes. but the endermen have these features differently than us. their eyes are unnatural, legs and arms too long, body all one color, one that can blend in, and you can only see its purple eyes staring you down from a distance. theyre basically just cryptids.

despite skeletons and even zombies looking closer to the player than the endermen, they still seem the most human-like of all of the mobs. they arent aggressive unless provoked. they dont like eye contact(socially awkward). they like picking up stuff and moving it around. theyre curious (i cant explain this one they just are, okay?). even the sounds they make are just phrases like "hey" "hello" "whats up" distorted and in reverse.

i want to know more about them.

i want to know where they came from.

why theyre found in every dimension.

why they sound like us.

i want explanations, i want to know why they scare us.

i want to know if they know.

if they know that we're like them in some way.

that some of us dont mean harm, but for others thats all they want to do to the endermen.

i saw a post once that said "what taught humans to be wary of things that look human, but arent?" i believe the phenomenon is called uncanny valley. what if in the minecraft universe, the thing that taught us that was endermen. or rather, the thing that taught the endermen that was us? because again, the endermen pose no threat to us unless theyre provoked. by one of us. the endermen try to communicate with us- "⊑⟒⊬" "⍙⊑⏃⏁⌇ ⎍⌿?"- but we kill them without reason. thats why they dont like eye contact, its been ingrained in them through evolution that eye contact with a human/player will end in death, and they dont want it to be theirs, so they attack first.

we- or rather, the first minecrafters, maybe (in the lore(?)) people before the game, taught the endermen to fear us. i mean we literally kill them, use their remains to enter their home dimension, and then kill their leader/mother. they do their best to stop us, but we can respawn and they cant. and then, some people even go as far as to make farms, having them all spawn in one place, crowded, cant teleport out- their only defense mechanism gone- and then are slaughtered for their pearls. and due to the mass of these farms there will be chests upon chests full of pearls that no one's using, i saw someone the other day ask what people do with them and someone straight up said they just burn them like god what a waste.

"but izzy, players make mob farms all the time and not just for endermen!!!1!!11! why are the endermen ones so bad why are you only talking about those1!1!1!!!1" 1) because i can, 2) this is an endermen-themed post, and 3) i dont like the other mobs. and of course im not actually mad at the players who like beating the game and making endermen farms and such, i mean thats what it is its all just a game just a bunch of code, 0's and 1's, so why does it matter why bother writing a whole post on it?

because when you look paste the game, when you read in between those ones and zeroes and discover this non-intentional lore, it can make things so much more,, interesting. this is fanfic material. hell, its probably fanart material too. its all for the content to see what the community can create i guess. or maybe i just really like talking about endermen and this has been on my mind for two days now and once i started typing i couldnt stop.

but yeah, thats my final thoughts.

we, humans, experience uncanny valley about the endermen.

but the endermen experience uncanny valley about the players.

[minipisi-is-dumb]

oh boy do i find that line both so so out of character and so frustrating to watch is uhgshbs

he would not fucking Say that ok.

↓sorry guys it got long augh

tails is a character that has very low self esteem, that no matter great or small accomplishment he always sees himself as a burden or as an "i can probably do even better im not putting my all into this" typa thing

the entirety of how he is in lost world makes me tired since the way he doesn't trust Eggman isn't from a very obvious "this is literally the guy who's been trying to kill me n my brother since forever" but as an ego competition when that is so out of character is insane. even eggman is more humble in the game. eggman.

listen tails is surrounded by older kids (mainly sonic)he considers way cooler than himself, he feels like no matter how much effort he will never be on the same level. he's a kid who went through a lot of rough times when younger and is trying to form his sense of identity both idealizing and learning to appreciate the people around him.

again this goes with sonic first but really most of the cast older than him has this sort of relationship with him.

so back to lost world, i like the idea of Eggman and tails having a conflict that is just for comedy/filler at first like lol look at them being mad so that then Eggman betraying feels expected but still disappointing. like they could even give tails something to learn in the game, like letting others guide you or learn to work as a team with people you're not used to or literally anything else

instead tails is just. looking at how eggman does anything and complains about eggman being dumber while not really helping. then he says to his face that they don't need eggman and lastly he doesn't stop bragging about what he can do to "prove" that he can do it

listen listen it is FUNNY in CONCEPT that tails is so creative and skilled to make a tv out of paperclips and yeah it's a kids game however it's so. incredibly unnecessary in every aspect

1) it has nothing to do with the scene, sonic just asked if he was ready to go into the plane and he answered bragging. no context. nothing that helps it. even sonic points out that it is out of place but nothing comes from it.

2) tails doesn't deserve to even brag in the entire game up to that point, he hasn't really done much besides complaining about Eggman. was that like exposition? was that a way so that new players knew that tails is supposed to be the smart tech one? what is the purpose of such an out of nowhere thing???? confused and disappointed

3) HE WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT OK he in no other game has shown even a small bit of that bitter bragging that slows the team behind and makes the whole mission more difficult. there's not even the excuse that Eggman is involved they've done stuff w Eggman before like what happened

4) the scene foreshadows -kinda- the point where Eggman just leaves them and tails is able to hack his machine right next to it and tells sonic "see you didn't even needed Eggman at all" because he is (again IN THEORY) established as the smart one. but if that's the case WHAT WAS THE POINT!! OF THE ENTIRE GAME!!! they just use him to be the smart joker card instead of making him learn cooperation, or to read people's intentions, or to be more humble or even just GIVE HIM SOMETHING THAT HE NEEDS TO STOP THE MACHINE OR TO TAKE OUT OF THE ENTIRE EXPERIENCE

tails just comes out of the game with inflated ego by basically doing nothing but make everything more difficult when like. is not even something that comes up in future games or is in any other piece of media like that. it just doesn't happen.

like ughshshsbhs him saying he is a genius in a playful way, or to tease his enemies (like sonic boom for example) are not seen as an inflated ego just to purposely hurt others. is not out of bitterness. is not out of putting anyone else down. in any case it's used as a way to show that he believes in himself and his capabilities while knowing that doesn't make him better or worse than others. y'know. like how his whole character is about

y'know a cool type interactions i liked in the boom show (yeah is my fav show in the franchise i can literally use it as example as many times as i want)

knuckles (don't remember the exact words): you always use big words to make me feel, uh, what's a word for not smart?

tails: obtuse?

knuckles: that's exactly what i mean!

this is becoming a bible oh god i apologize but at the same time i don't im just so so bitter over a game that could've been better written and for what

ALSO A COMPUTER WITH PAPERCLIPS

@mini-dumb has something to say about that line i think

[secretpeachtea]

Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 8

Title: the oh-no-giri miya

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 5.5k (but are we really surprised)

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: yeeeeehaw another chatper update! there's a lot going on this chapter, but i just hope everything makes sense. thanks for all the support so far! im thinking this series might come to an end soon, but i will keep you all updated!

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You yawn for the fourth time after clocking into work today and rub your tired eyes. Your exhaustion does not go unnoticed by your boss.

“Long night?” Osamu asks as he finishes restocking the fridge.

“More like long week.” Another yawn threatens to leave your lips and you have to force yourself to stop. “There’s been construction going on near my apartment and the elderly couple next door seems to be having some sort of argument for the past few nights. If they don’t figure their issues out by tomorrow, I’m gonna have to have a talk with my landlord.”

Osamu gives you a sympathetic glance and pats your shoulder. “I hope they do. Can’t have my favorite employee walking around like a zombie every day.”

“I’m your only employee, Osamu-san.”

The man just shrugs his shoulders before giving you a more serious look. “You sure you’ll be okay though? I wouldn't mind if you left early today.”

You waved off his suggestion. “No, I’ll be fine. Plus, we have a lot going on today. I’d rather not leave you to deal with that on your own, especially since the entire team is coming to help out.”

There were only a few weeks before the V. League Championships, so the starting players of MSBY were coming in to volunteer and advertise their big match against the Schweiden Adlers. Atsumu was the one to suggest having this event and his coach seemed to like the idea. It did take a while to convince Osamu to allow anybody to work at his precious restaurant but gave in after his brother promised to wear a giant onigiri costume during the entire event and buy him some Wagyu beef after his next paycheck.

Before Osamu could ask you anything else, the front door to Onigiri Miya was roughly opened and the seven MSBY starting players sauntered inside. Everyone greeted each other briefly and Osamu was just about to get them set up in their spots, but MSBY’s setter had other plans.

Atsumu placed a large bag on top of the counter and took out what looked like picture frames along with a power drill.

Osamu raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing, you scrub?”

“What should’ve been done a long time ago!” Without hesitation, Atsumu approached the wall with all of the autographs from previous customers and began to put up seven other frames. He was clearly still upset about the fact that his brother had autographs of the rival team in his shop, so the blonde decided to take matters into his own hands and hang up signed portraits of himself and his teammates. There were shouts of displeasure from your boss and you’d normally be the mediator between the twins, but you felt too tired at the moment to care.

Meian Shugo, the captain of MSBY, approached the spot next to you and gave you a kind smile. “Hey, (Surname)-san.”

“Hello, Meian-san.” You returned the smile with a small wave.

Your boss wanted to meet up with all the volunteers a week prior to the event in order to teach them what they were responsible for, especially those who were helping with the cooking. Since he had asked you to help out, you were able to meet the three remaining MSBY players for the first time last week as well.

“(Surname)-chan, do you need any help with anything before customers start rolling in?” Inunaki Shion questioned as he skipped over to where you were with his teammate, Adriah Thomas, following behind.

“Actually, we need to set up a few tables outside in case it gets a little packed indoors during the lunch rush. Do you guys mind bringing the tables and chairs outside with me?” You pointed towards the plastic tables that were leaning against the wall.

“Sure thing!” Inunaki briefly translated what you had said to Thomas in English and the latter simply nodded his head in understanding. As Thomas was walking past you to grab one of the tables, he lifted his hands in front of you. You haven’t really been able to speak with him since you weren’t very fluent in English, but he has always tried to be as friendly as possible around everyone and seems to love giving high-fives. You thought his actions were endearing, so you gave him a high-five with an equal amount of enthusiasm.

After grabbing what you needed and stepping outside, you spent a couple minutes directing each of them to where everything was supposed to be set up. Once that was done, you ushered them back inside. “Thanks guys! We’re opening soon, so let me know if you have any questions on what you’ll be doing.”

Unsurprisingly, Atsumu and Osamu were still bickering, but now Atsumu had a large black and white onigiri costume in his arms. “How the hell am I supposed to wear this all day, ‘Samu?”

“Easy. Just put it on and keep it on.” The onigiri chef explained. “Bokuto-san, do you mind helping him put it on?”

“Sure thing, Myaa-san!”

Everyone spent the next few minutes decorating the room with MSBY merchandise or helping Atsumu put on his costume and before you knew it, the first customer had arrived. Multiple voices rang throughout the shop, “Welcome to Onigiri Miya!”

Thankfully, the first couple of hours went by without any issues. You were surprised at how all of the guys were able to adapt to their jobs so quickly.

Normally, the customers take their food from the counter themselves, but for the event, Bokuto and Inunaki served as waiters. They seem to be doing a pretty good job so far and the customers love their amiable personalities.

Atsumu was sent outside to give out fliers and keep watch of the people eating outdoors. He would come back inside every so often to refill on fliers or complain about the onigiri suit, and it usually ended up with him being chased out by Sakusa who was on cleaning duty (“Omi-kun why do you keep hitting me with the broom?!”/”I was told to clean any trash on the ground.”). Sakusa was a bit reluctant to be put strictly on cleaning duty but voiced no complaints when you told him that this job requires the least amount of human interaction.

Hinata and Thomas stayed in the kitchen to assist Osamu with cooking. The three worked quite well together and Hinata would translate anything for Thomas if need be.

You and Meian stood next to each other comfortably. You were doing what you normally did at the register except Meian took over all the phone orders.

Even with fewer responsibilities than usual, waves of exhaustion seeped into your bones throughout the morning. There would be the occasional superfan that would walk in and ask for a picture with all the players while squealing in a pitch that could outmatch a dolphin. Just the thought of it gave you a bigger migraine.

“-san…-rname)-san?...(Surname)-san!”

Your eyes shoot up to Meian who has been calling your name for who knows how long. Apparently, your fatigue was also affecting your reaction time. “Ah! Sorry, Meian-san. Did you need something?”

The tall man eyes you with worry. “Are you okay? You seem distracted.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just a bit tired.” You brush off his concern.

He looks like he wants to say more but is interrupted by Hinata who had popped his head in your periphery. “Hey, (Name)-san. Do you know where Osamu-san keeps the olive oil? He stepped away for a moment to check on something and I can’t find it.”

“Oh, yeah. I can get that for-!”

As you turn around from your spot, your vision blurs and you feel your knees give out from the sudden lightheadedness. There are several alarmed voices around you, but you don’t think you can react fast enough to stop yourself from falling over. You prepare for any pain, but before your head could hit the counter, strong arms wrap around your waist.

“(Name)-san!”

Hinata’s voice is right next to you, so you can assume that he is the one who caught you. The poor man looks like he’s about to call an ambulance in panic, so you place a hand on his forearm to let him know you’re still awake.

It seems like all the noise also caused your boss to rush back from whatever he was doing because his figure is suddenly crouched down in front of you. Without warning, Osamu places a gentle hand on your forehead and you involuntarily blush. “Your face is a little red, but it doesn’t seem like you have a fever. You said you weren’t getting enough sleep lately, right?”

“I-I think I just turned around too fast. I’m fine.” You tap Hinata’s arm to get him to let you go and make the effort to stand up on your own to show that you didn’t need help.

Osamu stood up and crossed his arms, his gaze focused on the dark circles under your eyes. “No, you are not. Go to the back room and take a break.”

“I’m seriously okay. Lunch rush is almost here and I don’t want to make things difficult for the other guys,” you argue back.

Osamu doesn’t seem like he wants to back down either. “Would you rather I tell you to leave early? It’s either take a break now or go home.”

After watching you and Osamu go back and forth, Meian felt the need to intervene. “Don’t worry, (Surname)-san. I’ve been with you all morning, so I have a pretty good idea of what I need to do. We’ve got more than enough hands to help out.”

There’s a brief silence as everyone waits for you to say something. You finally let out a defeated sigh. “Alright. I’ll take a break.”

The guys around you feel the tension leave from their shoulders at your compliance.

“But,” you lift up a finger to get their attention, “you have to call me if there are any issues or if you need help with the register.”

“Got it, got it. Now go, (Name)-san.” Osamu walks around you and places his hands on your shoulders as he pushes you towards the back room.

When the door closed behind you, there was an unfamiliar silence permeating the room. You’ve never taken a break by yourself, so you felt slightly uncomfortable. Deciding to just lay on the small couch at the corner of the room, you looked up at the ceiling not exactly knowing what to do during your ‘break’. You didn’t even realize your eyes started to droop until they were fully closed and you entered a deep sleep.

You stretch your arms as you walk back to the register feeling much more refreshed than you were before and mentally thanked your boss for convincing you to take a break.

There’s a small skip to your step as you get closer to where Meian is, but his strange posture makes you halt. When you look around the counter, there are multiple customers waiting in line and all of them seem to have irritated expressions. Meian has the phone up to his ears and he’s stuttering so much that you can’t even make out what he’s trying to say.

You’re about to reach out to help him, but the front entrance suddenly opens and you can’t help but gape at the sight. Standing in nothing but pants and an apron, Atsumu runs a hand through his blonde locks while sweat runs down his skin. You’re not sure why he’s shirtless or how he got away with taking off the costume, but your focus is once again taken away by another volleyball player.

Bokuto grabs a tray of food that Osamu left out and rushes to one of the tables. In his haste, he accidentally trips over his own feet and everything on the tray is sent flying. Your eyes widen when you witness the owlish man produce an entire front flip in the middle of the tiny restaurant and land it successfully. Although, the food didn’t survive and proceeded to fall right on top of Sakusa’s head with a resounding plop.

“Wow! Bokuto, when did you learn to do that?” Inunaki asks excitedly.

“I’ve been practicing so that I can have a grand entrance at the game!” Bokuto stands proudly, completely oblivious to his seething teammate. Sakusa is absolutely furious and looks like he’s about to blow a fuse.

Atsumu chooses to step in and make an attempt at calming his friend lightheartedly. “Hey, Omi-Omi! You’re overreacting. Just wash it off and call it a day. No need to get so mad at your friend.”

Atsumu’s words only seem to infuriate the dark haired male even more. “Get out of the fucking way, Miya. I don’t need your dumb excuses of friendship. I’m sick and tired of your shit.”

You could almost see the poison being spit out of Sakusa’s mouth as he directed his harsh words at Atsumu. The blonde seemed to have finally snapped as well as he alarmingly lifted one of his fists. Before Atsumu could cause any harm, Osamu grabbed his brother’s arm. You didn’t even notice your boss approach the two.

“‘Tsumu! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Osamu kept a tight grip on Atsumu as he glared. “Stop being an idiot and calm down.”

Atsumu roughly grabbed onto his brother’s collar with both of his hands. “You expect me to stay calm after hearing that? And, calling me an idiot doesn’t help, ‘Samu!”

You’ve finally had enough of being just a bystander, so you quickly ran around the counter and put a hand on each of the twins’ shoulders trying to lightly tug them away from each other. “Guys, you need to stop. Fighting in the middle of the shop is not going to solve anything.”

You knew that your words alone wouldn’t be enough to relieve their anger, but what you didn’t expect was the arm that harshly swung out in your direction, pushing you into the nearest table. If it weren’t for Bokuto and Inunaki steadying your balance, you could’ve been seriously injured.

“Stay out of this, (Name)-san.” Anger seems to have blinded Osamu and he doesn’t look even the least bit guilty for pushing you. “You’re being annoying. I don’t need you.”

If you could describe the way your heart felt after hearing those words, you would compare it to shattering glass. You knew you shouldn’t allow his words to affect you this much, but your emotions had failed you and all you could do was look down with tears in your eyes. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t taken that break.

Unfortunately, the universe didn’t seem to want you to even contemplate on your decision when a loud scream was heard from the kitchen area. Everyone in the room watched as Hinata, Thomas, and Meian collectively yelled the one word that could’ve made this situation worse.

“FIRE!!”

Your body aggressively shot up into a sitting position with your arms outstretched as you let out a startled gasp. A bead of sweat ran down your face and you took a second to take some deep breaths. Once you felt like your heart wasn’t going to jump out of your chest, you took in your surroundings.

You were alone in the back room of Onigiri Miya sitting on the same couch that you must have fallen asleep on when you first walked in. There was a thin blanket on top of your body that you don’t remember having before losing consciousness, but you didn’t wait to dwell on it as you tossed it aside and stood up to go back outside.

Throwing the door open, you steeled your nerves at the potential chaos that you might have to confront after your terrible, anxiety-provoking dream. However, the sight in front of you was... completely normal.

Your boss, being the closest one to the door, was the first person to notice your presence and smiled as you walked up to him. “Hey, (Name)-san. How are you feeling?”

“Uh...better? How’s everything out here?” Your eyes shift around the room to see if anything was unusual. “No raging fire or um...missing shirts?”

Osamu looked at you with confusion. “Not that I know of? It was a bit rocky after you left, but after about an hour everyone adjusted pretty well.”

Your shoulders released their tension at the fact that there weren’t any issues in your absence but immediately tensed back up when you realized what Osamu had just implied. “An hour?! How long was I asleep for?”

“Maybe about four hours?”

“Four-!” Almost choking on your words, you pulled out your phone to check the time and it has indeed been four hours since you started your break. “Why didn’t anyone wake me up?”

“I came in to check on you after about half an hour, but you seem really tired, and as your boss, I need to make sure you’re not overworked or sick.” Osamu brought up an arm to rub his neck sheepishly. “I know how you feel about me being concerned about your health, but I’d rather have you upset at me than risk you ending up in a hospital.”

A pout makes its way onto your face. How were you supposed to be upset if he gave you a reasoning like that?

Taking your silence as a sign to keep talking, Osamu brings his arm down and places his hand on your head comfortingly. “We’re not closing just yet, so you can still help out. I know you don’t like missing out on work, so there’s still some things to get done, if you’re good with that?”

You nod your head eagerly. “Yeah, sounds good. I’ll try to make up for what I missed.”

When you returned to the register, some of the MSBY players welcomed you back happily. Hinata and Meian gave you worried looks but felt reassured when you gave them a cheerful thumbs up. The only person you haven’t seen in a while was Atsumu, so you assumed he was still working outside.

Since holding the MSBY event for an entire normal work day might tire out the players, Osamu had planned to close earlier than usual, which meant that there was only about an hour left before closing. You tried your best to do as much as you could during that hour, even checking up on everyone every once in a while.

Ten minutes before closing, a woman walked in with two young boys by her side. You could make the assumption that they might be twins based on the uncanny similarities between them. Although, one of them seemed much more outgoing than the other based on their mannerisms and the two reminded you of another set of twins. The kids must’ve been playing outdoors before walking in since their hands were covered in dirt.

The mother lightly pushed her sons towards the back of the room. “Why don’t you two go wash your hands in the bathroom, while I order the food?”

“Okay!” The more extroverted twin answered back and ran towards the bathroom after grabbing his brother’s hand.

The woman asks for a to-go order and strikes up a conversation with Bokuto and Inunaki while she waits. After a couple of minutes, there are strange noises and laughter coming from the bathroom. When you looked up, the mother was still standing with the two men, so her sons must still be in the bathroom.

Tapping Meian on the shoulder, you point to the back when he has his attention on you. “Meian-san, could you watch the register real quick? I’m gonna go check what’s going on in the bathroom.”

He gives you a slight nod and you make your way to where all the noise is. The bathroom door is slightly ajar and when you peek in, you see the two boys standing in front of the sink blowing bubbles with their fingers. There was soap and water everywhere. You silently thank the universe for not having you on cleaning duty today.

Not wanting to startle the children, you knock on the door before opening it all the way. You expected the boys to be terrified at getting caught, but when they make eye contact with you over the mirror, their grins widen.

“Pretty cashier lady! Look what I can do!”

The talkative twin plunged his hand in the sink and viciously started blowing bubbles everywhere after taking his hand out. The quieter of the two started running around to avoid getting hit by the bubbles, but miscalculated how slippery the floor had gotten from all the soap and water.

“AH!”

As soon as you saw the boy’s feet slip from under him, you rushed forward and caught him with your own body, saving him from potentially breaking his nose. “Are you okay?”

The young boy turned red at the close proximity and shyly nodded his head while avoiding your eyes.

The ruckus had caused a couple people to check up on what was going on and were surprised to see the state of the bathroom as well as the boy that was tightly gripping onto your shirt. The boys’ mother was also part of the group as she had realized that her sons were taking quite a long time to simply wash their hands.

Rest assured, you explained what had happened and the woman scolded her children before making them apologize for causing such a disruption. The boy you had saved from slipping kept shifting his body weight from one foot to another when a sudden idea popped into his head. He quickly ran out of his mother’s hold and slid open the front door to go outside.

Before anyone could run after him, the boy came back inside just as quickly with a small white flower in his hand. He shuffled over to stand in front of you and held out the flower. “I’m sorry.”

You thought your heart would burst at the cute gesture and knelt down to gladly accept the flower with a warm smile. “Thank you.”

All of the guys around were watching the scene with a smile of their own. Someone quietly leaned over to an unsuspecting Osamu and whispered into his ear, “You’ve got some tough competition, Myaa-san.”

“Bokuto-san?!”

With that, the mother left with her sons after grabbing their food and the day was officially over. All of the MSBY players, excluding Sakusa and Atsumu, sat down at a table together to take a quick break before getting back up to clean. Sakusa begrudgingly went to get rid of the mess in the bathroom and Atsumu was still nowhere to be seen, but no one really seemed to notice at the moment.

Even though you were out cold for a couple hours, it still felt like an hectic day.

“Looks like you just can't get away from ruining your uniform, huh.”

Turning to the side, Osamu walks up to where you are and a smirk is plastered onto his features. True to his words, your uniform was once again soaked with water, but this time, there are remnants of soap as well.

You let out a sigh. “It seems so.”

Osamu nervously looks to the side and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Do you, uh, need something to cover up?”

“Nah, it’s all good. I actually brought an extra uniform shirt just in case anything happened during the event today. Luckily, I thought ahead!” You mentally pat yourself on the back.

“Yeah...lucky.”

“I’m gonna go change in the back room now. I’ll come out to help with cleaning afterwards!” You don’t wait to hear a response and disappear into the back room for the second time today.

At the same time, the entrance slides open and Atsumu, still in his onigiri costume, strolls into the shop. There’s an empty bag of chips hanging loosely from his hands, which he throws away to the nearest trash can.

“Atsumu-san! Where have you been?” Hinata stands up from his chair to walk up to the blonde in curiosity. “And, where did you get those chips?”

“There weren’t any customers outside and I wanted a snack so I went to the nearby convenience store,” Atsumu replies.

Osamu scoffs. “You skipped out on work and went to the convenience store in that?”

“Everyone and their moms in the next 10 mile radius has seen me in this, so what’s the point of getting embarrassed over wearing this down the block?” Atsumu attempts to shrug his shoulders but the suit is too large to make it obvious. “We’re done right? I wanna get out of this thing as soon as possible. You left my shirt in the back, right Shoyo-kun?”

Atsumu began speed walking towards the back room to change and Hinata realized a second too late that his teammate had no idea that you were still inside. The younger male jumped in place and tried to stop Atsumu. “Atsumu-san, wait! Don’t-!”

Unfortunately, Atsumu’s ears didn’t register what Hinata was trying to say in time and he swung open the door. He froze completely when he saw the bare skin of your back before sliding up his gaze to lock eyes with you. You were in the middle of putting on your extra uniform but froze in shock from the sudden entry with only your arms through the shirt, leaving the top half of your body only clad in a bra.

Hinata, who was only able to grab onto his teammate’s arm a second too late, also had a clear view. To make the situation even worse, Sakusa had just finished cleaning the bathroom and had walked out at the same time of the fiasco making him the third person to see you shirtless.

All four of you stare at one another for a second before you snap out of it. A menacing aura seeps out of your figure as your expression darkens. “Close the door.”

“SHIT! SORRY!” Atsumu regains function in his limbs at your tone and slams the door shut.

Hinata covers his fiery cheeks and squeezes his eyes shut but then immediately opens them when the image of you becomes too clear in his mind. He’s muttering incoherent apologies under his breath as if you could sense his remorse through the walls. Sakusa looks down at his mop and remains silent, his own cheeks tinted pink under his face mask.

“What the fuck did you do, Atsumu?”

Atsumu flinches at the coldness of Osamu’s words from behind him. He slowly turns around and meets his brother’s gaze. Osamu was mad.

Not even a second later Osamu’s kicking around Atsumu across the floor in anger. Atsumu opted to pull his arms and legs inside the suit to avoid any injuries. Hinata and Sakusa can only watch from the side. Out of curiosity, even Bokuto joined in on spectating. If this was any other situation, one might even laugh at the somewhat comical sight.

You step out of the back room a minute later fully dressed. No one has noticed you yet, so you just make your way to where the three less problematic MSBY players were sitting. They all watch you with mixed expressions as you sit down on one of the chairs wearily.

“You just can’t seem to catch a break. You good?” Inunaki peers at you with sympathy in his eyes. Thomas lifts up a hand for you to take and gives you a comforting squeeze before letting go.

“Yeah. I’m fine, really. Can’t even say I’m surprised that nothing seems to be calm when I’m around all you volleyball players. I’ve already gotten used to it, though.” You sigh exasperatedly but you can’t stop the small upward curve of your lips as you glance behind you at the chaos.

Meian chuckles. “You know, you’re pretty good at handling their shenanigans. Even with all the work you did today, you still made time to check on everyone. I’d say you’ve got some good managing skills.”

You give Meian a grateful smile at his kind words. He then seems lost in thought for a moment before beaming at you. “Hey, we have a manager position that’s open right now. Would you consider working along with all of us?”

The suggestion caught you completely off guard. You working with MSBY? You can’t deny that the idea makes you curious.

As you open your mouth to respond, an arm is suddenly slung over your shoulders silencing you.

“Sorry, Meian-san. She’s too good of a worker to give up.” At some point, your boss had gotten behind you and eavesdropped on your conversation. He tugs your body a bit closer to his own possessively and looks at Meian straight in the eye. “She’s mine.”

You’re surprised how you haven’t ended up in the hospital with how many times your heart has gone out of control in the last 8 hours. Except this time, a blush accompanies your irregular heart rate.

To save yourself from any potential embarrassment, you shrug off Osamu and cross your arms. “Um, no. I don’t belong to anyone.”

A flash of anxiety runs across Osamu’s eyes. He worries that he might have offended you or pushed you to take Meian’s offer.

Ignoring your boss, you send a small apologetic smile to the older man.” Sorry, Meian-san. I’m pretty happy working here, and I don’t know if I can really commit to a manager position at this time. Thanks for considering me though!”

“No worries, (Surname)-san. Feel free to let us know if you ever do change your mind.” The captain nods his head in understanding and accepts the rejection coolly.

A pained groan echoes through the shop and you turn to the noise. Atsumu is still on the ground looking absolutely drained of energy while Bokuto pokes at his costume with a single metal chopstick. Hinata and Sakusa are still in the same spot from before and make no effort to help Atsumu up.

Meian claps his hands once next to you and his chair screeches against the floor as he stands. “Alright, guys! Break’s over! Our job isn’t done just yet. Let’s get to cleaning!”

Leftovers

You’re just about ready to pass out as you lay in your bed with the lights off. Despite the four hour nap you had today, you still feel drowsy and can’t wait to get some sleep. Luckily, the neighbors seem to have calmed down for the night, so sleep should come easily. As you feel your consciousness slipping from you, you’re suddenly jolted awake by the shrill ringtone of your phone.

Letting out an annoyed groan, you pick up your phone to check who would be calling you so late. However, your irritation dissipates as soon as you read Shirabu’s name on the screen. He isn’t the type of person to call for no reason, so you immediately answer with a bit of a concerned tone, “Hey, Shirabu-san! What’s up?”

“Hello, (Surname)-san. Sorry for calling you so late. My shift just ended and I came across some information you might be interested in.” His words catch you by surprise and you force your body to sit up. “I just spoke to a colleague of mine and they informed me that there’s a program you might be interested in. They’re accepting new applicants at her university.”

“What?! That’s great! Could you tell me more about it?” It’s difficult to keep your voice down with all your anticipation.

Shirabu relays all of the information that his colleague had told him and you quickly shuffle over to your desk and turn on your mini lamp to write down both the website and email needed for the application. He stays silent as you finish writing down everything. You’re about to thank your friend, but he speaks up once again. “Oh, but I think it would be good to mention that the application is due in two days.”

You let out a panicked gasp. Two days?!

“Sorry about letting you know so late. I only found out about this today.” Shirabu’s tone is uncharacteristically apologetic, so you know he’s being genuine about his words. “I wouldn’t have told you about it, if I didn’t think you were capable of finishing it on time.”

After taking a deep breath, your face breaks out into a small smile at Shirabu’s blunt display of kindness. “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. I really do appreciate you even letting me know about this at all. Thanks, Shirabu-san.”

Your ears pick up a car door slam, so you assume Shirabu must have gotten in his car to go home. After some shuffling, Shirabu responds back to your gratitude. “No problem. I’m going to assume that you’ll probably want to get started on your application as soon as possible, so I’ll hang up now. Good luck with everything and let me know if you have any other questions.”

Once you’ve both said your goodbyes, the line goes silent. A spark lights in your eyes and all of your previous drowsiness has disappeared. You turn on your laptop and spend the majority of your night working on the application with motivation that you haven’t had in a while.

A/N: it took everything in my soul to not write ‘Inumaki’ instead of Inunaki. Inumaki supremacy (i love me my onigiri boys).

did i write the scene with the baby twins just for the whole scandalous back room exchange. yes. yes i did.

if the bubble blowing bathroom scene reminded you of that one scene in the spongebob movie, you’re on the VIP list

taglist: @kiyoo-omi, @tris-does-stuff, @livshotel, @bokuatsubro, @akkeyomi, @kaleidoscopekai @hirugachan

[wizkiddx]

i saw that you at least used to write for harry could u do another? like maybe im just a basic bitch but 'only one bed' trope or sm

Summary: honestly just me shitty attempt at the only one bed thing ahah with Harry Holland x reader

no warnings I don’t think apart from my ramabling :)

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God you were groggy. It had been a long 16 hour flight and you were well and truly completely over this day. Once you’d had some proper sleep, no doubt you will be beyond excited to explore the forest and beaches of this remote island in Indonesia. You were certain it was beautiful, even if you’d arrived in the dead of night so you couldn’t see any of the majesty yet. It was one of the joys of being Tom’s makeup artist - travelling the world and being paid for it? A literal dream. 

Except maybe the previous 24 hours. The Holland name carried a lot of weight in the world, but not enough to control typhoons across the tropics - there were some limitations to his power. And yes first class lounges were nice but none had beds to crash on during the 6 hour weather delay. The four of you (Tom, Harry, Andrew and yourself)  ended up camping out in a out-the-way corner. Tom got the long sofa; Andrew in one of those weird egg line chairs; you and Harry splayed on the floor. Why you’d had to get up at 4 am to catch a flight that was now not departing till 12 hours later actually hurt to think about - especially because you’d all gone out for a meal the night before that had inevitable went a lot later than planned. 

Two connecting flights with a very angry baby later, the four of you were checking in to the only hotel on the island - which was now almost exclusively filled with the production team for Tom’s newest movie. It wasn’t especially big-budget with massive million pound overheads, instead a smaller scale indie film (that you privately thought might earn Tom a number of accolades). But yeh, shooting on an island that received almost no tourism meant everything was different to the usual. None more so than for Tom and his team (including you) who he normally would look after very well, with the nicest hotel rooms or rental homes. 

The hotel was basic, you’d known that before you arrived but seeing is believing is it not? Most entertaining though, was seeing Tom’s face. Andrew was a well travelled older guy, he had stayed in some shitholes in his life. Equally you and Harry had both travelled when you were younger (you through inter railing and him in australia), so had stayed in hostels before. But for Hollywood star Tom Holland? The way he tilted his head to the side as if to say ‘really this place?’ did lift your spirits momentarily. 

Andrew had got his key first, bidding you all good night with a grunt, then Tom - who still seemed confused as to the whole arrangements. It left you and Harry at the small dingy reception, the warm glow of an old lantern-esque light fixing illuminating the place. The guy behind the desk was a smiley local and greeted you warmly, if incorrectly.

“Ah and finally the couple I see!” He spoke with a thick accent but still very clear English which had you questioning if this was just a translational error. Harry looked at you instantly, his eyes wide which made you scoff - him joining in, shaking his unruly curly mop emphatically.

“No no we um… we aren’t together.” All the while Harry pointed between the two of you, communicating through actions rather than just the language, given that you were both the very typical Brits abroad who hadn’t learnt the language of the place they were visiting. 

“Still under Holland name?” The guy asked in a perplexed manner, flicking through a book filled with cursive scribbles and scanning to see if he’d made a mistake. He checked one, then looked up nervously before checking the same page once again- you saw where this was going. ”We, we only have couples room down for you though? 3 double rooms is the booking for Holland.” 

It was late, you both stunk of a combination of plane and BO, you both just wanted your individual and respective beds. 

“Well can we get another room then?” Harry didn’t quite snap but there was still an impatientcy to his voice, which came out whenever he was a little agitated. Seeing the slightly worried look the mans eyes, you leaned onto the desk with a genuine smile. 

“Sorry we know its last minute and its not your fault, we’ve just had a really long flight.”

“I am terribly sorry miss but we are only small hotel and Hollywood has filled us up. I have no other rooms. I am truly sorry sir, ma’am.” The guy went from looking worried to terrified as Harrys jaw tensed up, you naturally squeezed his arm to try and ground him, instantly deciding that you’d just work it out. 

“No no it’s not your fault, don’t worry we’ll figure it out. Can I just get the key?”

Harry stepped back and let youtakeover proceedings, signing all the insurance documents etc and asking the man about the breakfast arrangements and such, though you saw him furiously typing on his phone and by the buzzing in your pocket- presumed he was messaging the group of you Tom, Andrew and himself. 

Once finished the guy pointed you on your way, up two flights of stairs and down a hall. The whole time Harry was muttering about how useless the other two were for not replying and also for making the wrong booking in the first place. If only you hadn’t been the last two to checkin, then it would’ve been someone else’s problem.

He felt especially guilty just because you were the only girl-  he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, hence why he was trying to locate his brother so they could share tonight till they got it figured out. The tension, combined with sleep deprivation, was palpable as you both walked in silence toward the room - Harry was trying to formulate a plan in his head as they did so. And honestly? You just couldn’t be bothered to deal with it. So, once you reached the door 57 holding the physical key (old school, rather than a key card) you just decided to address it. 

“Will you chill please?” 

“Well if my idiot broth-“

“Oh leave him be for god sake. If you’re okay with it I really don’t mind sharing with you tonight?” Not bothering to laugh at his slightly shocked expression with mouth hanging a little open, you fiddled with the key until the lock clicked open. From the entrance you had a pretty clear view of the whole room and… well, lets just say dated would be a fair expression - when compared to what you were used to? The floor was tiled and the bed was a small double, with some funky and slightly washed out prints of blue and red on the cover. The pillows looked a little limp, more like glorified pieces of cardboard than anything fluffy and comfortable. The walls were that yellowy magnolia shade that everyone in the UK had gone insane for in the 80s and there was an old school wooden wardrobe in the corner. 

Home for 5 weeks. 

With a shrug of your shoulders you entered, dumping your personal and work suitcases by the far wall carelessly - the higher priority action being to collapse on the bed. Doing so with an overdramatic huff, you let your eyes close but payed special attention to the delayed footsteps of Harry as he entered, then the slight creaking noise as he perched on the other side of the bed - no doubt looking at you, at least slightly fearfully. 

The relationship between you and Harry was complex to say the least. Well no… it should be, not on the face of it. You had met through work and made friends. And you wished it was that simple but alas, nothing ever really is. When you’d first worked with Tom you were in the tail end of a relationship you had long since forgotten about - literally meaningless, not worth the time and effort you’d put into it. From the start you’d had a feeling Harry was more interested in you than the average co-worker (even if your job and therefore co-workers were anything but normal and average) but you were in a relationship so nothing ever came. 

Then almost as if synchronised, just as you got out your relationship, Harry threw himself in the deep end with a girl he’d met through his family friends. Then the roles were somewhat reversed, you now spent a good chunk of your day just entertaining yourself with thoughts of the curly headed, slightly awkward, very-passionate-about-tea-making Holland. The cliche is so real - your always want what you cannot have. 

However, a couple months ago his relationship had fizzled and faded away leaving both of you in a sort of no mans land. The sort of not wanting to ruin the friendship situation. The subject was never broached by either you - except you assumed he was being tormented in a similar way to how you were by his big brother and Andrew. Never publicly, yet whenever you found yourself alone in a room with one of them (being Tom’s makeup artist that happened often enough) there would always be a sly dig. The chemistry was  so ‘obvious even a blind man could see it’. Somehow though, weeks of this and your were still stuck. Stuck in the middle. 

“You sure you’re alright with this?” His voice was gruffer and hoarser from the long journey but you could hear the self-consciousness and naivety in his tone, without having to peel your eyes open and look at his face. 

“I know your not a murder and plus, we shared the airport floor this morning… this is pretty much the same.” He hummed in acknowledgement so you carried on “and plus your pint sized.” That earned you a playful shove in the side as you sniggered, before pulling yourself up so you we now sitting next to him, legs hanging off the edge of the bed. His brown eyes searched deeply into yours, as if physically checking for any hint of regret or hesitation. “Don’t even dare offering to go on the floor.” 

“Okay okay okay!” Holding his hands up in surrender, you both laughed, breaking the peace of the late night of the remote Indonesian island. Once an impressive yawn interrupted you though, Harry proclaimed it was time for bed and shooed you into the bathroom to get changed and sorted. 

Honestly you were too tired and lazy to dig out your cleanser and skin stuff, instead opting to just splash a bit of water on your face before swapping into your pj shorts and an old tattered oversized tee. Once done you and Harry swapped, him coming out a couple minutes later in basketball shorts and a black loose fitting tee. 

It wasn’t awkward so to speak, more a sort of excited-tense atmosphere, which there was no doubt Harry was mainly responsible. The boy was jittery and on edge, which to put simply, you didn’t have the energy to reciprocate. 

With a quiet wish of goodnight to each other, Harry flicked off the bedside lamp and you both rolled to your respective edges of the bed, a large space of no mans land between you. In the middle. You know the first time you share a room with someone and you overthink everything? When you don’t want to move about or fidget too much in case it disturbs the other? When your listening intently to their breathing, in the hope it’ll even out and only then will you feel able to fall asleep yourself? 

Well it doesn’t work when both of you are doing it. When both of you are professional over thinkers. 

God knows how long it took till you gave up, favouring sleep over your worries and concerns. So you flipped over, no doubt rocking the whole bed, turning to face his back that was still huddled almost teetering off the edge of the bed. The only light within the whole room was that coming under the actually scarily large gap between the floor and the door to the hallway. It was just enough to see the back of Harry’s curls and you must’ve fallen asleep trying to trace all the torturous and windy routes of the strands.

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In the morning the process of waking up didn’t come easy to you as normal for many reasons; the long day prior; the jet lag; the weird surroundings. So you stayed in this sort of blissful haze for probably longer than you should. Half aware but not really; half asleep but not quite. In the middle  of sleep and alertness. Therefore it took you longer than it should have to notice the extra weight on the dip of your waist. Not anything alarming, just a presence you were absolutely not used to. It was only when you shifted a bit to lie further on your back, that enough of a stimulus from the added pressure made you actually open your eyes blearily. And sure enough, a limp hand looked to have casually and unconsciously been thrown over your side. 

As if in slow motion, you traced the arm backwards - first with your eyes, but then having to twist your neck too. Only then could you fully see the browny ginger haired boy who was lowkey spooning you? It was certainly a way to fully wake you up, breath halted to a stand still in your lungs, in fear of disturbing him and having to confront what would almost certainly be an awkward situation. 

There was still a safe hands width distance between the two of you except for the rogue arm. Harry’s head was placed to the edge of his pillow, mouth slightly parted as his breathing slightly tickled the wispy hairs on the back of your neck. He looked so peaceful and calm - a difference to the normal Harry who, even on a good day, took great pleasure in meticulously picking things apart and being a bit cynical. It was part of his ‘charm’; but seeing him like this was a type of vulnerability he rarely chose to show. 

To be fair he was asleep, he dint realise he was exposing himself in this way.

Finding yourself a little transfixed (a bit creepy but hey) on the natural curves and definition of his face, you ever so carefully rolled over in the bed to face him. It stopped you from craning your neck and gave the sleepy boy a slight nudge, making him tense his arm a little more tightly round you. 

He settled quickly though, giving you ample opportunity to just observe what was going on . Both right in front of you… and what the hell was going on in your head. Because to be honest it was an overwhelming amount of emotion thoughts for the early morning. 

Somehow you must’ve eventually drifted off once again because the next thing you were aware of was a shuffling from immediately next to you. This time though, you were instantly aware of exactly the situation you found yourself in and chose to keep up the pretence of sleep - a little interested in how Harry would play it. 

You heard a small gasp, having to suppress a chuckle at what you imagined Harry’s sleepy and panicked face looked like. That lasted a couple of moments, before you felt him painstakingly slowly peel his hand from your waist and if you were being 100% honest… you heart sort of sank. 

What you had been expecting?- you don’t know and really there was really no reason to be disappointed. Yet, you still felt this deflated and disappointed feeling, hit your chest especially hard. Perhaps it was because of your focus on that emptyness that you forgot you were supposed to be pretending to be asleep./.

Because when he had delicately brushed the side of your face to tuck a rogue bit of hair behind your ear - your eyes flickered open.  Like a rabbit caught in headlights, Harry froze, his hand still hovering over your jaw. Equally, you didn’t know what to do. Because really… do friends tuck hair behind the others ears? And do friends look at each other with this matched expression of confusion and fear? 

It took a painfully long time (though in reality was probably only a matter of seconds) before the boy retracted his hand, suddenly sitting up from his reclined position down at you. Mirroring his actions, you both ended up sitting, facing the opposite wall, bodies closer than they needed to be in the double bed. Both still very much in the middle. 

“I er-“

“-No no don’t… was nice of you” He had been about to apologise which you didn’t want to hear. You didn’t want to hear ‘ I didn’t mean it’ - you wanted him to mean it. In response Harry nodded jerkily, and from your peripheries, noticed he was searching your face for any sign of emotion.

“Still can’t believe this all happened… I-I didn’t disturb you too much did I?” He sounded really nervous. You were never like this with each other. So static and forced. 

“No no… I slept really good actually.” Your register was quieter, waiting till you’d finished speaking before looking over at him with a self conscious smile. 

“Ah I’m glad… I um-I did too.” The silence returned and the atmosphere just felt sharp. It felt like you were quite literally walking either side of a knife edge. It made you chew on your bottom lip, playing with the slightly frayed edges of the vintage quilt. 

“Y/n- I look…” He’d bolted upright and voice was more raised than normal for the morning. “This is gonna sound so fucking weird, especially cos we’re literally in the same bed but... but I was thinking we could maybe go on a hike or something together?” What he seemed to be suggesting didn’t match the level of panic that was conveyed in his body language which confused you. And what the bed had to do with it… was yet to make sense in your head. 

“I think Andrew said we’re getting some tour of island this afternoon so-“

“ I kinda meant just you and me.” 

The penny dropped and it had you focusing all energy on processing what was happening - understandably causing Harry to only worry more with the lack of response. “I’m sorry if I’ve ruined ever-“

“No I-I….I’d really like that too.”

“Oh er… well… really?” The sheer shock made you giggle, feeling the two of you sliding back into the normal dynamic.

“Normally a boy has to buy me a drink before he gets in my bed but….” A mischevious smirk that spread across your lips gave Harry the final confirmation that just maybe you were interested too, making him scoff and quietly chuckle.

It was odd; mainly because this was the two of you being incredibly vulnerable and honest with each other - something that you hadn’t allowed yourself to be for fear of messing things up. And then one lazy morning, both with morning breath and slightly puffy eyes, it changed. For the first time when you looked at him, he really saw - and vice versa. You were still in the middle of something, yet it was completely different. 

This time you were in the middle together figuratively as well as literally. In the middle of the bed, closer than you needed to be, but not wanting to retreat - while you both just looked shyly and bashfully at each… Eventually you lips hesitantly met in the middle. 

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Title: wine nights [coward series au]  Pairing: F!Reader x Miya Atsumu Genre: fluff, parents au, slice of life au  Synopsis: in which the older Miya twins and you have a heart to heart talk over wine.

Warnings: brief mentions of trauma

notes;

highly suggest to read the series for more understanding but either ways be my guest and just read it as a standalone if ya want to. also um the taglist has been closed ever since chap 7 was out so im really sorry :( 

happy 415 followers btw uwu. will be releasing my kita angst fic next week to celebrate a new milestone.

read the series here!  [ ss;; one, two, three, four ]

Osamu admits that you and him never saw eye to eye back in college (actually it was mostly him), it only took a worse turn when you left his twin. Now that he knows that the person you loved was actually his twin and that the father was the said person, he takes it back.

Yep, he takes it all back.

After profuse apologies and numerous deadpan responses from you saying that it was alright. You sort-of developed a weird friendship? He’d tell jokes and you’d just give him a blank expression and shake your head as if you were disappointed to be in the same room as him.

You always invited him and Daiki to your home every week on Sunday dinners though, he’s glad to be a part of it. He’s getting to know you a bit more and he’s slowly starting to understand why his brother loves you a lot.

The night is young and Atsumu is in the kids room, putting them to bed while you get ready for wine night. The younger Miya twin sits at the counter and nibbles on the cheese crackers as he watches you dry the dishes, “Has ‘tsumu ever told you how he first met you?” he suddenly asks out loud, curious if you knew how whipped his twin was for you and how much power you held over him.

You turn to the grey-haired twin with a plate on one hand and a dish towel on the other, “I don’t believe he or Shion-san has ever mentioned it.”

He chuckles, of course they wouldn’t. It was usually kept in the dark then and because of your strained relationships towards them when you were in college, they never actually got to tell you the story.

“He saw you one day, earlier in the school year…”

“He did mention that one time.” your forehead creases as you remember a fleeting conversation you had back then.

“Yeah, he kind of fell in love with you at first sight, Y/N.” his twin chuckled, “Sounds crazy right?”

Growing up, Osamu knows that his brother had attitude problems so imagine his shock and surprise when his twin called him up on a random night and started talking about this girl. This girl who barely paid him any attention at all.

Osamu recounts his thoughts then, how cruel fate would be for his twin to fall in love with a girl who paid him no mind when he had many others on his beck and call. He recalls how he’d call his brother a masochist, telling him to stop the fruitless chase towards you because you barely gave a time of day to Atsumu even if it was clear that he was completely and utterly enamored by you. 

Well, it ended happily for the both of you. Stable careers, dreams reached, happy family, and adorable kids. 

Son of a bitch, the old Osamu would be given a run for his money if he saw what had happened to you two now.

“That must’ve been a long time, then.”

“Oh, trust me.” Osamu breathed out, taking a sip of his wine, “It was only the first few months of the school year that time, Y/N. He says he saw you all the time but he could never pluck out the courage to actually go and talk to you.”

“Hm.” You mused, “I always thought that Atsumu had women hanging by his shoulder.”

Osamu chokes at the idea of Atsumu being a player, “Before he met you, it’s always been about volleyball. The idiot would go so far as insult the girls when they’d disrupt practice.”

“Huh,” you blink, “Was I his first girlfriend then?”

“Not exactly.” Osamu drawls, tapping his chin, “‘tsumu would say yes to girls but he never really knew what being a boyfriend was, he never hung out with the girls he said yes so it never really was a relationship. Hence why he’s got a reputation as a player.”

Osamu recounts even one time how annoyed his brother was when one of his ‘girlfriends’  came to their matches and screamed out his name when he did serves.

“She was fucking annoying,” Atsumu grumbles, walking in the middle of his brother’s tale and casting his twin a look, “Although I do wish that Y/N would come to my games. You never did come to any of them back when I was in college.”

“I was trying to graduate early.” you deadpan, placing the last dish on the dish rack to join them on the table.

“You’re forgiven, sweetheart.” He fakes a coo, making you roll your eyes as you pour yourself a glass.

“Atsumu tells me that he’s never smooth around you.”

“He isn’t.” you glazed, “Back in college when I gave him a tuna flavored onigiri as thanks after our meeting at the frat party, he had a nosebleed.”

Osamu chokes on his drink, “What the hell, ‘tsumu?” he barked, howling in laughter at his twin.

Atsumu would never deny the fact that what we had towards you was a school boy crush at first, he’d always be a nervous mess or his brain would cease to function whenever you came by then in college. He couldn’t put two and two together too, when you simply gave him one word replies, he’d be lost immediately. Not knowing what to say, all the charisma and overconfidence he had went down the drain by your curt replies.

What would anyone expect, really?

He’s never had crushes on anyone growing up.

The idea of putting time and effort towards something that wasn’t volleyball disgusted him yet here he was now, completely whipped for you and the brats while putting volleyball on second.

My, my how the tables have turned.

“You were really hard to talk to then, sweetheart.” He murmurs, “For the record, Y/N was the very first girl I asked out and you didn’t exactly make it easy after. I was thinking I was going to fail after those countless rejections.”

“You’re more pushy than Daiki, I’d have to admit. The guy stopped after his third rejection.”

Osamu raises a brow, he knows of your situation, Atsumu has mentioned it in passing but hasn’t gone into full detail about it but he’s curious, Daiki’s been around longer after all, “He’s known you longer than, ‘tsumu. Probably even deeper back then, how come you never ended up with him?”

Atsumu blinks and turns toward you, he’s curious too, Daiki has even openly admitted that he proposed to you seven years ago after knowing about the kids but you rejected him yet again (that was the last and final attempt)

You swirl the wine around, thinking of a proper response, “To be honest, I don’t know.” you answered, pondering as you turn towards Atsumu, “I just- it never felt right.”

Osamu whistles, “Dang, you just love my twin too much too. I take it back, yer both simps for each other, it's sickening.”

Atsumu lets out a childish tongue out in which he is replied by a middle finger from his other half.

You three continue to talk about random things and after deeming himself too sleepy and needing to open shop early tomorrow, Osamu says his goodbyes.

You sat in front of your vanity as you did your nightly routine, brushing and untangling the tangles of your hair after you showered and changed to a comfortable bedroom attire.

Atsumu exits the shower half naked as usual, his hair damp as he ruffles the towel on it, he slowly approaches your side and dips down to kiss your naked shoulder, “Hey Y/N.” his voice is muffled and vibrating through your skin.

You hummed a reply, still brushing your hair.

“Why didn’t you marry Daiki?”

You paused mid-action and raised a brow at his sudden question, turning to him as he suddenly stood up straighter with his hand now replacing his lips, “Are you jealous?”

“Of course not,” he grumbles, he’s been married to you for two years already and everyday’s like a honeymoon phase that doesn’t end, why would he be jealous of that scrub? as if, “I’m just curious. The idiot’s good looking, rich, good with kids, and a full package. A blind man could admit that.”

“You're a full package too.” 

Atsumu narrows his eyes and shakes his head in disappointment, as if he was saying, really?

You chuckle in a low voice, “Because he’s like my psychiatrist, Atsumu.” You simply said, shaking your head as you turn back to the mirror, “Unlike you, Daiki found out about it accidentally and we weren’t on good terms before that when we were kids. He became nicer so you could say that we became friends because he pitied me.”

Atsumu blinks for a moment, taken aback by your explanation. 

“Growing up, the anxiety would eat me up that Daiki’s friendship and feelings all stemmed because he pitied me. You could never build a decent relationship with that, it wouldn’t be healthy.” you continued then you turned to him, “Remember what I said to you then? How I felt when I was with you?”

Atsumu slowly nods.

“You didn’t pry and that was probably the best and worst thing you ever did throughout our relationship in college.” You smiled softly, “I was never ready to tell you then and you didn’t force me at all. You just kept staying and loving me without knowing anything to the point where I took advantage of it.”

“Y/N-” He dryly starts, knowing where this is going.

“I know I shouldn’t apologize but it was toxic, atsumu.” You softly said, laughing, “I’m really sorry.”

“Well you gave your forgiveness in the form of kids and being my wife until I die, I think it turned out pretty well in the end.”

You cast him a glare in which he immediately raises his two hands, “Hey, we both had our downplays in the relationship. We’re not perfect, sweetheart.” he reassures you as he walks up to you and grabs a hold of your hand with a wedding ring on it, “But we try to improve, learn,and be the best for each other and for those two brat- i mean kids. ”

He proceeds to entangle your fingers with his, “I don’t regret it, ya know.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“I don’t regret hanging onto that girl who barely gave me the time of her day then. I don’t regret seeing ya on that random spring day where you give yourself heart palpitations or better yet, I don’t regret everything. I don’t regret any of that. I’d do that shit again if I get to be here now.” He reassures you, he never gets tired to remind you of that as he squeezes your hands.

You cut the serious moment with a laugh, Atsumu is happy these days because of how easy it is for you to be like this around him, “You’re batshit crazy.”

“I was expecting a confession too.” He feigned hurt, “You wound me, sweetheart.”

“You kind of are though.” You stop laughing,wiping the little tears on the side of your eyes, “You’re probably the only person who’d come back after that wretched heartbreak.”

“And you’re the only person who I’d do that to.” Atsumu sticks his tongue out as he tugs you to your shared bed, “Jus’ so ya know, Y/N. You’re impossibly hard to forget. If we never did end up together or if you ended up with Daiki, I think I’d focus on volleyball for the rest of my life.”

“I doubt it.”

Yet Atsumu doesn’t reply and just kisses your lips goodnight as he drags you back to bed, what you didn’t know was that he was telling the truth.

It was just you, the kids, and volleyball (and his brother).

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