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fanofstuff01 · 10 months ago

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THIRD CHAPTER BABY!

So recall for people who didn’t read the first part: Adam fell and accidentally sold his soul to Valentino, he became one of his favorite whores. And became coworkers with Angel. Also this has 2 more chapters. (first part second part)

Does this include a liitle Adamsapple? Maybe one-sided? I have no idea

This has little to no in real life Valentinos, just whatever trigger warning you think that one Angel voicemail scene has applies here. Also you can punch me, I’m an ignorant on alcohol and I might’ve wrote Angel’s exact same voicemail scene on Adam…

Tags: @woah-why-i-am-here @rius-cave @candyhoiic @puparella @fightinsoda @foreverpeachy2010 @dlf24866

I hope you all have a fantastic day/night <3

“You are NOT pretty by any way!” A pink figure screamed.

Angel was running away from an exorcist. He was out of the Hotel and to his luck, he stumbled to her. Normally he’d shoot her, but he knew she wouldn’t hesitate to bring him with herself to the double death. He saw someone trying to stab her, but she just killed him. He guessed she wanted to see Angel try escaping, get tired and then kill Angel sadistically, because she wasn’t flying.

“Oh shit.” He stared at the wall. It was a dead end. This was it. End of his 138 years. He leaned to the wall and closed his eyes but the pain he expected didn’t came. Instead, he felt something on his legs. It was the exorcist. She was unconscious. Maybe even dead.

“I’m sorry Daisy.” Someone familiar spoke. “Come here bitch.”

“Adam?” He asked. He couldn’t believe it.

“I told you to come here. You are fucking bleeding.” He held his hand out to him and Angel took it.

“Did you just..?”

“Don’t think you mean anything to me. Valentino would fucking end me if he finds out I let something happen to you.” He helped him getting up and led him to a place nearby, it seemed like a hotel.

“How did you even know I was there?”

“L- Some other of them chased me down. You were near my hotel. I saw you.” He simply said, looking away. “Are you gonna get inside? You need treatment.” He stood at a door.

“I-I guess.” He was still shocked. What?

“Good. Follow me.”

He kept following the first man and inspected him. Most of the feathers on his right wing were torn off, his clothes were ripped and he had lots of tiny scars all over his body, one on his forehead looked a bit serious, still sort of bleeding. Why is he is more caring about me when he himself is bleeding? He definitely went through something. Maybe something with the angel he said that was following him?

“How did you even managed to take her down so fastly!?”

“I was their fucking leader. I trained them before. Of fucking course I know their weak spots.” He opened a door for Angel. “Get inside.”

“Ooh.” He sat down to a messed up bed as the sinner went to get medical supplies.

“Give me your arm.”

Firstly, he cleaned and disinfected his arm, causing a low hiss. He then took a bandage and started bandaging his left arm as he just stared at him.

They weren’t exactly on the term of friends at that moment. Angel still didn’t forgot who he was, and the other sinner was still hating the whole hell, so they just tolerated eachother. However, he was on the gray area for now to Angel. He knew it could be hard to drop your pride and accept this was your place now.

But no matter which area he was in, he would NOT expect him to be the one to protect him.

“What happened to your wing?”

“None of your fucking business.”

“Are you going to fix that?” He pointed to his head.

“Maybe.”

“Why did they even show up? Today’s not the extermination day!” Angel was starting to get annoyed.

“I have no fucking idea. And done. You have to be more careful, slut.”

“Ii… Will.” He looked around the room as the former exorcist went to put the supplies back. It was a cool room at all, but it was messed up as hell. Maybe even worse than the one they were in.

“Soo… Do you think there are more of them?” He carefully asked. His colleague didn’t seem to be in the right mindspace. Not that he cared though.

“As I said, I fucking have no idea.” He lied down to his bed and pulled his blankets, completely ignoring the other demon.

“Do you want me to go?”

“Do whatever you want. I don’t care.” He closed his eyes, supposedly trying to go to sleep.

“Hey. Get up.” Angel realized the torned part of his wings were bigger when he lied down, and so was the bleedig point.

“What the fuck.”

“I dunno much about wings, but DO know you can’t ignore the blood lake on your forehead. Sit down. I’ll take care of it.”

“Why would you do that.”

“What do you think Val would do to me if he found out I let YOU die? Was that because of angelic steel?”

“Oh. Yes.” All of his words were blank and emotionless. Even when he asked questions, he wasn’t curious or surprised or any other kinds of things a question could carry. He just wanted the information, and when he got it, it was over. No reaction.

“Okie.” He brought back the supplies he used to the bed. Like he did, he cleaned the blood first. But the other porn demon didn’t flich like he did when he pressed the disinfection cotton to his face. Just one of his eyes twitch. Lastly, he bandaged it. “Is there somethin you can do for your wings?”

“No there isn’t.” He lied down again. Well he could use something to ease the pain but he deserved it.

“Okay… I guess I’ll go then.” He collected the medic kit and put it back.

See you tomorrow?”

“I guess. Goodbye.”

“Bye” What the fuck happened to this fucker?

— Continuing —

“Seriously, you need to stop drinking THAT much at nights. One day you’ll get a hungover on a work day and Josh says Valentino becomes an even bigger piece of shit if he realizes.”

“C’moon, I AM being careful! I’m almost as old as the fuckin Earth is!”

“Just a warning.” They sat down at the bar and Adam put his mask on the table. “Where’s Husker?”

“Him and Bambi left for some important shit I gue-“

“Hey gays!” Someone behind them cheerfully said and alarm bells started to scream in Adam’s head as he recognized the voice. “Why are you so dirty? Do your clothes need washing?”

“Hi Niff! And no, we’re fine. Did you saw that GIANT cockroach on the third floor second bathroom?” Angel calmly said while Adam was frozen.

“No, I haven’t. I should end it!”

“I will never get used to that gremlin.” Adam watched her spinting away, subconsciously putting a hand on his stomach. There were like 9 x’es as a reminder of what got him there. He shook his head and got up from his seat, wanting to get him and Angel a thing or two.

“Can’t expect you to I guess.” He took out his phone and checked his noftications. “Hellify says Verosika released a new single… 10 messages from Husk… I can check them later…”

“You have to right?” He teased. He couldn’t help himself. They weren’t dating at the moment, but he knew how the cat and the spider had a special bond.

“Can you not.”

“Okay, okay. Do you want some? I’m filling for our missing bartender today.”

“I can have one glass. Wine.” Adam took a bottle for himself and one to prepare Angel’s.

“Here it is.”

“Thanks.”

He took a mouthful and opened his own phone. He didn’t have a lot of messages. Just Valentino’s. Luckily there were only five. He sighed, he’ll listen them later. He put the phone away and watched Angel who looked like he was waiting someone. Well he did.

“When do you think they’ll be back?” The spider drank down his glass and kept looking at the door.

“I dunno. Sad because your bartender is not here to listen you and tell you sweet shit no friend says?” He smirked.

“I am. Sad because you don’t have someone to do that for you?” He said mockingly.

“Meh. Who needs a partner. They always end the same anyway.” He looked away from his friend, drinking endlessly.

“I saw Steve looking at you like that last week.” He scoffed.

“Steve can lick his ass. I’m not gonna get together with anyone. I’m fine like this.” He pretty much muttered the last part to himself. Well he DID wanted someone in his life… But it wasn’t gonna happen. There was no way he’d ever view him in that light anymore. And Adam was not the type to chase impossible dreams.

“Your subconscious hugging your pillow says otherwise though.”

“WHA- Do you fucking watch me when I sleep?!”

“Relaax, I went to wake you up once. You were snuggling to it too much that I was surprised you weren’t tryna fuck it.”

“Oh please.”

They chatted together for a while when they saw someone unfamiliar. A short blue angler fish demon with big red glasses. He looked at the pornstars suspiciously. They returned the favor.

“Who the fuck are you?” The first man asked. Though he seemed familiar to him.

“Who the fuck are YOU? I came here today. I’m a guest.” He coldly asked.

“So are we, smartass.” Angel rolled his eyes. “He asked your name. Mine’s Angel and that’s Adam.”

“Adam? As the-

“First man, yes.”

“Oh. Baxter. Can you give me a whiskey?” He sat down to a seat of the bar. He still didn’t looked like he was comfortable.

“Suure.” He still tried to recall where he remembered the guy. And it hit him.

“Here Val. My best inventor did what he could do in three days. Right, Bax?” The screen-face said, handing out Adam’s new torture to his owner.

“I did, sir.” He said. He looked as bored as Adam was.

“Awesome! You know Voxy, you should let me borrow your employees more~” He purred.

“Nuh-uh. This guy is useful. Come Baxter. We have our own job. See you Val.” They walked away, leaving Adam with the worst boss in the world.

“Waait… You work for Voxtech don’tcha? You are the fucker who designed this torture!” He pointed at his mask.

“Yes, and? My boss just gave me what I needed to do, I didn’t even knew it was for you.” He looked bored. “Now can you please give me that whiskey?”

“How about-“ He was gonna tell Mr Serious Shithead to go grab it on his own, but Angel gave him a “Just fuckin do it, Charlie would be happy” look. He groaned, he was right. Princess Rainbows wasn’t that bad when you get used to her, not to mention she was the only fucking person in the hotel -besides Angel- who understood he was in depression when he showed up for the first time and didn’t bother him until he was in the right headspace again. He could at least try being nice to her guests.

“Here.” He forced himself to smile “What are you doing here so late anyway?”

“Last time I checked 10 wasn’t late.” He sipped from his glass.

“Whatever.” He shrugged and finished his own bottle. “I’m heading off to bed now. And,” He took his belongings from the table. “Don’t come into my room ever again.”

“What? Worried because I can saw you doing unspeakable?”

“Please.” He chuckled and went to his room. Locking it in case the cyclops might try some shit again when he swas asleep. He lied down to his bed and took his phone out, smile fading. Do it. It’ll be over. He said to himself. It’ll only be worse if you don’t.

He sighed and opened the first one.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t around that much for the last few hours, I missed you so much… But they told me you went to your stupid little hotel early when I finally managed to go there… And that makes me sad…”

“YOU FUCKING PRICK! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!? YOU ARE FUCKING SUPPOSED TO STAY FOR ANOTHER HOUR AFTER OUR JOB IS OVER! DO YOU THINK THIS IS SOMETHING YOU CAN DO?!”

“Of course I get it, you were tired… But you could stay for another hour right… Do you want to play my nerves on purpose..?”

“Oh don’t you worry your head about this baby, I WILL FUCKING MAKE YOU PAY FOR THAT!”

“See you tomorrow, Addie~ And don’t forget: People like you CAN’T have healthy relationships. Partners of people like you are ALWAYS pretending. They are always lying to your face, always knowing you are not ‘special’ for them, always just wanting a piece of a good cake, always using how naive you are, always-“

He got up harshly and threw his phone to the wall. When the fuck did he start crying?

Lilith, Eve, Lute… They all left him. For something better. Something more worthy than him. They saw nothing in him but a toy to play with. And then there was him… Of course he would chase something better, SOMEONE better, he was just dumb enough to think it meant-

Alcohol. That’s what he needed. It might not be a solution, but it was an escape. Escape from reality. Things hurt less when he wasn’t in control of his body. He went to his closet and took out five bottles, completely ignoring the Angel-voiced part of his brain.

Did ya like it? :>

I gotta say this might be my favorite AU of Adam.

#hazbin hotel baxter #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin adam #hazbin angel #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel #holydust #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute #hazbin angel dust #hazbin

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vinamari · 2 years ago

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The Meeting | Part 2 | M. Sano

Synopsis: Night meetings turn into late next day meetings with your boss Mikey, leading to small events with coffee and a small past reminder

Warning(s): Unnoticeable angst, reference of memory loss, mentions of past relations, fluff, burns (not really)

Pairing: Manjiro Sano

Parts: Forgotten memories (Pt. 1)

The meeting was being held late at night, but that didn't really matter to Y/N when it came to working on the job they had been hired for. It wasn't that they were bothered by the meeting itself, they were rather annoyed by the timing.

Y/N sighed and tried not to look bored as their boss droned on about how the quarterly report would be arriving soon, which was only the second time he had ever spoken a word to them since hiring them. Soon their bosses eyes fell on them.

“Is there a reason you’re staring off in to space, Ms. L/N”, spoke Mikey he stated as eyes slowly fell on you especially with his dark irises looking at you questioningly.

Slightly embarrassed you looked down and nervously smiled to him while shaking your head ‘no’ in response to the man's question. You looked back up at Mikey and gave him an apologetic smile that said that ‘no there is not’ and ‘please continue to ignore my stareoff into space’. Slowly tearing his gaze away from you as well as the other curious eyes back to the person who had been talking about a business proposal.

You sighed again and rubbed your temples. Your mind wandered off to another topic again; you weren’t too interested in what the man was trying to say, it just seemed to be going in one ear and out the other. ‘I only started yesterday and I’m already having problems with my boss’; ‘just what is his problem’, you wondered.

There was no point in stressing over thoughts right now, the meeting would be over soon anyways. However you couldn’t help at least admire the structure of the room, some of the most expensive paintings were hung on the wall with chandelier hanging in the center of the ceiling. You were glad that at least you had gotten the job.

Not many employees got hired to do this kind of work, even fewer of them got hired at such a large corporation.

The company owned two or three companies and a few corporations as well. In other words, the company had more than its fair share of powerful people. They wanted security for their businesses and needed to hire the best for jobs such as yours. After all they hadn’t hired the best, so you were the best. But still, it would be difficult.

The meeting was finally over, it felt as if you had the most major hungover of your entire life. ‘What a horrible day’. You thought as you made your way to the door, leaving the large office as the rest of the workers left the room as well.

Just as you stepped outside the building the sound of your phone ringing caused you to jump. The caller ID read 'Sanzu'. You cursed under your breath then answered the call, “Mr. Sanzu, did you need my notes on the meeting that just ended?” you asked in a hurry.

“No and don’t call me Mr. it makes me sound old”, he gagged on the other end. “I just wanted to let you know the boss wants to have a one-on-one meeting with you tomorrow”.

It was the next day already, you were pretty nervous already considering that Mikey would be talking to you about the your zoning off in the middle of the meeting.

You were entering the elevator to the 7th floor sighing when someone pressed the button beside you. You frowned and tapped his arm, asking if he needed help. Looking at him you realized that it was Mikey, who usually kept himself busy in his office during the day. He seemed to have been late himself today.

Looking at I’m closely you could see the eye bags under his eyes. ‘How long has he not slept to let the circles get so dark’, Y/N thought shocked. He looked almost bored – which is how he seemed, really. Mikey seemed to be pretty good at hiding his true emotions.

“M(s/r). L/N, it’s not appropriate to stare at your boss”, he said with his usual dead voice. “I apologize Mr. Sano”, you said nervously.

You awkwardly shifted waiting for the elevator to let you off, however you knew that either you would walk to your bosses office. Or you’d have to wait with Mikey until he decided what to do next. So you stood there, quietly shifting from foot to foot, and listening to Mikey chat, “So I guess you’re curious as to why I look like this huh”, he paused for emphasis, “And why I have these dark circles, it obvious that I haven’t been sleeping”.

You nodded deadpanning, ‘how else would you get them’, you thought. You’d “known” him for a few days even though you hadn’t spent much time with him yet. It was hard to tell if he was having troubles or just had trouble dealing with others. ‘More like others having trouble dealing with him’, you thought once more this time rolling your eyes. “Excuse me?”, he responded glaring at you, “I mean Sanzu”, you replied slightly nervous. But, you supposed the most common reason would be the latter.

And maybe he did need some company.

The lift finally arrived, revealing a shiny door straight ahead. ‘That’s his office’, thinking to yourself as you looked at the glass doors.

“Well what are you waiting for, I need to talk to you about the last meeting”, he said not looking back as he walked to his office. As always, he didn’t seem bothered that you were still standing outside. His voice was monotonous as he spoke and even though he was facing away from you, you felt a little uncomfortable, anxious even.

When you got to his office you sat down across from Mikey. The room was very spacious, with windows of different sizes.

One side of the office was occupied by a computer table with a laptop to its side and scattered paperworks, while the other side was decorated with several paintings by unknown artists. At the opposite end of the room was a huge window giving views to the cityscape below.

Mikey sat down facing you, staring right into your (e/c) eyes. This made you uneasy, especially with dark eyes boring into yours. Your heart skipped a beat and you tried to maintain a calm façade, “Mr.Sano…I apologize that I was staring off into space during the meeting”, you said hesitantly, hoping that would put an end to the staring.

He smiled slightly, before dropping his smile, “It’s okay, I know it can be quite intimidating”, he sighed, “Anyway, after the discussion about the budget, I noticed that you seemed…distracted. Did something happen?” he asked curiously. “No..nothing really, I just tend to zone off”, you said slightly embarrassed. “I see, however next time in a meeting try not to zone off”, before signaling that you could leave.

However while you were getting up you had accidentally hit the coffee on the table, knocking it over. Causing the hot liquid to spill on yourself, “Shit”. You cursed loudly, feeling embarrassed as Mikey started grabbing paper towels.

Once he finished cleaning you up he looked at you disapprovingly as if you had done this before, “You might want to clean your outfit first, then go to the bathroom to change. But before that let me check if you burned yourself anywhere”.

“No, no burning anywhere” you replied quickly. However he was already checking you for any red marks, you held out your hand, feeling relieved to find that no part of your skin was red. Mikey inspected your hands carefully, checking to make sure that nothing else was injured and then gave a small nod. Once satisfied that there was no physical harm done.

“I recommend heading to the bathroom and checking yourself once more and maybe getting an ice pack if anything hurts”, he sighed relieved that you had hurt yourself terribly.

His hands were a bit rough then they seemed from afar, however now that you got a closer look you could see small scars that could have been from years ago. “I’m sor-“, before you could get your words in he cut you off, “It’s alright, don’t worry about that”. He said still looking at where you spilled over yourself. “Are you okay?”. “Yeah, I’m fine”. You answered.

Mikey cleared his throat, “About the budget, yes I think you should focus on the project itself instead. Kokonoi will handle the budget”. He said dismissing you. “Alright”, you said before leaving the office.

Feeling his hands in your own brought a sense of familiarity, it felt as if you had held those hands before. The roughness felt familiar, as if they had touched you before.

𝓐-Aster

Tags: @ajmiila02 @psmslove @foi-en-toi @alexina9208-17 @kappuccinoe

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urfavdilemma · 2 years ago

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Just A Project | V

Nathan Prescott x Reader

Masterlist

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Warnings: swearing, pretty chill

Words: 655

I dramatically fell onto my bed after I got changed into some comfier clothes. I let out a huge sigh ready for sleep. I sit up and pick up my phone to check the time. 6:12. I gently toss my phone down and lie back down. I close my eyes, trying to fall asleep, but then my mind wanders, thinking about everything that happened today. With Nathan. And then I remember that we're meeting tomorrow at lunch and a new burst of excitement fills my chest. I give a huff trying to clear my mind. I feel myself drifting off into a dream state, when all of a sudden-

*knock knock knock*

I shoot up, startled, like one of those dreams where you’re falling. I let out a groan of frustration into my pillow. I begrudgingly get up and shuffle to the door, quickly composing myself for whoever is on the other side. I open the door and I’m faced with Max Caulfield. A small smile appears on my face, Max is a good friend. “Oh, hey Max.” I greet her. She smiles and says, “Hey Y/N, I was just wondering if you had a copy of the reading material Mrs. Hoida gave us yesterday? I guess I left mine in the classroom.” I think about it for a moment and tell Max to wait for a second, I walk over to my desk and sift through some of my school work. I find what Max is talking about and I bring it to her. “Thanks, Y/N/N. You’re a lifesaver! I’ll bring it back tomorrow!” I smile just glad I could help. “Yeah, drop by whenever.

We say our goodbyes and throw myself back onto my bed. Just as I’m about to close my eyes again I feel my phone buzz with a notification. I grab my phone, frustrated, and read the notification. ‘Notification from Instagram: nthn.prsct started following you’ I blink for a moment going to Nathan’s page. He has a few posts, mostly his work, the occasional Vortex Club flyer. My eyes flicker up to the top of his page. ‘Following: 5’ My eyebrows draw in confusion tapping the following count to see who the five people are. Kristine Prescott, I’m guessing that his sister, Victoria Chase, 2 professional looking photography accounts, and me.

I go back to his page and hit the follow back button. I put my phone down and think about the fact that I’m 1 of the 5 people he's following. I know it's stupid, it's social media, it doesn't matter that much, but I can't help the fluttering feeling that swirls in my stomach at the thought. I finally close my eyes in peace and fall fast asleep.

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Buzz…

I grumble awake at the buzzing. I unwillingly grab my phone to check the time, 8:52. I sigh and then I see the 3 notifications from Nathan. My breath hitches for a moment tapping on them. Our texts open and I see the new messages.

N: “what r u doin nrd” 8:26

N: “u better not have fallen asleep on me” 8:38

N: “ansr me or i kik ur ass” 8:50

I smile a bit at the messages texting him back.

“chill, haha, im awake” 8:54

N: “good, cuz 2 b honest, i dont rlly wanna kik ur ass” 8:55

“aww, why? you like me too much?” 8:55

N: “hell no, im jus 2 lazy” 8:55

“the way you type infuriates me” 8:56

N: “so ive been told but idc” 8:56

N: “deal wit it nerd” 8:56

“no <3” 8:57

N: “whatever dummy. ill see u tmr” 8:57

“goodnight nathan.” 8:58

I shut off my phone, place it on my nightstand and roll over. I close my eyes with a smile on my face, hoping tomorrow comes soon.

#life is strange #life is strange x reader #lis #life is strange imagine #nathan prescott #nathan prescott x reader #nathan prescott imagine

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pbandjesse · 20 days ago

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I feel a lot better this evening. I was having a rough day, with multiple appointments. But I am doing alright right now. I don't feel as woozy. And that is nice. I just want to feel normal.

I was actually alright last night. I was having a nice time watching our show. I was just feeling pretty good. Which did not help me fall asleep. But whatever.

I woke up at 8 and was just. So upset. I had texts from people and it wasnt even anything asking things of me! But it made me so upset and frustrated and I didn't want to look at my phone at all.

I got washed and dressed and went downstairs to say hello to James. They had made me a sandwich and I was trying very hard to not fall apart in the car. James tried to delve deeper into what was wrong but there wasn't anything actually wrong! I was just so tired. I wanted to go home.

But we had things to do. There was some traffic. And then when we got to the office it was really busy. So we got pulled back after 9.

The nurse was very nice. Told me I should absolutely go to the hospital if I fall again and to stay off ladders. I promised to stay off the ladders.

Baby was doing really good though. Moving a whole bunch. I sneezed three times and her heart beat jumped from 140 to 170 because I startled her which was hilarious.

I was slowly feeling less emotional but I was still so tired. James was being really supportive and lovely. But I was still having a hard time and was looking for to going home, even if we would only be home for a few hours before my next appointment.

We would go over to Harbor East to go to the minute clinic so James could get their TDAP and there were some technical issues checking in. But James figured it out and got their shot and we went home.

When we got home James would get changed into biking clothes. And I went upstairs to clean up my nails and painting them. Had a snack. My lips and surrounding area were wildly chapped and I coated them in Vaseline and went downstairs to lay in the bed as chair.

Where I would fall asleep.

James came home and woke me up with their music but I asked them to please turn it down and I fell back asleep.

I woke up at 2 and was not thrilled. I drank some water and we got ready to go again.

I would slowly feel better though. James put on a podcast that made me laugh and that helped me feel better. We talked about groceries. And while I was in my appointment they would get our groceries.

And the appointment was fine. The office was again, very busy?? They had a new front desk boy who seemed so young. The medical assistant who stresses me out still was the one to bring me back and she was actually more chatty today and made me feel better. So while my blood pressure was slightly higher, it was not wildly high.

And the injection went fine but when I checked out I could feel I was bleeding in my dress. Great. I cleaned it up once I was back in the car.

I felt better then I had. And was happy to go home. When we got back here James brought in the groceries and I put some things away before getting cozy on the couch.

James made me a grilled cheese and we jumped on the union meeting. I texted Meril the whole time. And with Jules and Alexis. Basically passing notes to them. I did ask a question and the union reps said it was an excellent question. And I was like. I got a good grade in question asking! My question wasn't actually something I didn't know, but I felt like other people needed clarification. Basically about the guaranteed hours we are going to ask for. That we don't have to actually take those hours, but that the musuem would have to offer them. I am still nervous about the vote tomorrow but the teamsters seem pretty positive about the outcome.

James had another meeting at 6 so thankfully the union meeting wrapped up before that. And I came upstairs to put away baby stuff.

People have been so kind and buying so many things of of our registry. Camp people sent us a few things today and I had fun putting all that away. Evan and Noelle bought some stuff too! And it was just really nice. Makes me feel like people are excited for us. I also unpacked the coming home outfit mom got for baby. The box had a blanket/swaddle in it and I decided we should have that in our bed so it'll smell like us. I think that will work. Kind of like with a puppy.

James just finished their interview and it went well. And me and Sweetp are hanging in bed. I am tired but not exhausted. So I am hoping that I can keep this going tomorrow. I'm going to go to the afternoon block of voting. And maybe get chipotle. But wherever the day takes me, I just hope it's a good one.

Be careful everyone, sleep well!!

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hecateisalesbian · 2 years ago

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I really hope for Watching and Dreaming that there will be an epilogue of Luz getting therapy

Im not a Professional doctor or anything but it’s pretty obvious Luz has severe depression and a need to please people. She is constantly trying to do things for others no matter how it affects her well-being. I’m not going into depth on her People Pleasing tendencies, but here is a video that explains it very well.

Luz has depression and you can tell it got worse after grom. I think ever since Luz’s father died when she was presumably around 10/11 maybe, Luz kinda fell into a depressive state, but it wasn’t so severe that it called for a giant concerned and wasn’t noticeable enough for anyone to see. But I feel after the death of Manny, Luz felt as though she had to take care of her mother, which made her a people pleaser. If she maybe did everything right for her mom, she wouldn’t die like her father. And it’s clear that Luz never really talked about her father to anyone.

“Okay okay. I don’t talk about this cause it happened, like, a long time ago, and it’s like totally not an issue anymore but uh….todays the anniversary of my dad passing away. That’s not an excuse for what I did, like I said, it happened a while ago and I-…didn’t wanna bring it up.”

Its clear from this line that Luz doesn’t bring up her dad, and I feel another reason may be that her dad is the one that gave her the Good Witch Azure book, and Camila thought that Luz liking something like that would give her just as bad as a childhood as she had liking Cosmic Frontier, so she didn’t encourage Luz to be passionate about it like she should have, and I feel Luz took that as a way of saying she shouldn’t talk about her father, because the two are connected.

When Luz ran away, it was like she was running away from having to give up her father, and in a desire to not be discouraged from pursuing what she wants, tried her very hardest to make sure everyone around her was satisfied before herself. She helped Willow and Gus, and Amity and everyone else. But in Enchanting Grom Fright, she was faced with her Mother (not her mother) and had to face the hard truth. And I think that took a tool on Luz because she ran away from her, and she thought that because she wasn’t doing what Camila wanted her to do, she broke down for fear of her mother being disappointed and perhaps leaving her. Because of that, Amity had to help her fight Grom, and Luz was so broken that she couldn’t face her fear that she poured herself into trying her absolute hardest to make sure she could be the very best.

This lead to the season 1 finale, Young Blood, Old Souls, where Luz, in a horrible attempt to cure Eda, accidentally drained her powers. Luz had failed in something major again. And this lead into her spiraling deeper into the depression she had been fighting off. After that, for most of Season 2, Luz fell deeper and deeper into depression while she constantly tried and failed to help everyone around her. Luz felt like a failure because she couldn’t help those she loved, just like she couldn’t help her father. Luz couldn’t help her father and he died, and left one thing to her and Luz took that thing and made sure it was what she became, and made sure that she wouldn’t lose anyone ever again.

After Luz fell through the portal door, she realized she had lost again. Not a small loss either, a major loss. She was the one who showed Belos the light glyph, who helped him find the Collector and because of her the Collector had taken away everyone in the boiling isles she loved, potentially forever. Luz broke. She was depressed, anxious, closed off. It was even to the point that Luz was having suicidal thoughts.

“Hero? Everywhere he went people ended up suffering.”

“It does get bleak, but no one said his mission was going to be easy. And when you take into account the ripple affect of his actions-”

“Who cares about the ripple affects? He was just a pawn in someone else’s game, and he was never smart enough to realize it! If his friends and family knew his mission, they’d know that their lives would never have been endangered if it weren’t for him. They should hate his guts, and it would be better if he literally never existed!”

It is clear that Luz is self projecting here, and the line “it would be better if he literally never existed” is suicidal. Luz had lost everything in her eyes, and when Hunter got possessed by Belos, Luz did EVERYTHING she could to save him. And she barely did. She felt that she wasn’t worthy of returning back, and she was going to stay behind even if it meant giving up more things she loved because she was so afraid she would hurt them again. And then in For The Future, Luz is put in a situation where she has to save her friends and mother, and after managing to escape, finally tells her mother what she feels. It is only when she tells her mother that she is comforted. Her mother tells her she was wrong to discourage her, that she wouldn’t leave her. She tells Luz everything she needs to hear because she has been doubting it all.

“All I ever wanted was to be understood.”

When Luz says this, it is like a veil is lifted. Luz isn’t doubting herself anymore, because she knows now that she doesn’t have to please everyone so they won’t leave. Despite all her wrong doings, everyone still wants her, including the person she ran away from. She knows herself.

“I missed a lot!”

This line has a lot more relevance than people realize. I have been through depression that is that severe, and it truly is like waking from a sleep when you realize you are becoming better. Luz has been so self consumed with hating herself and thinking she is unworthy, she hasn’t been noticing the world around her. Seeing Hunter and Willow have a full relationship developed made her realize how long she’s been in that hole of hatred. She realizes that the world moved ever though she wasn’t, and that now that she isn’t fighting herself anymore she can catch up with it. Luz has finally taken steps in the direction of love again, and with the help of her mother, is climbing out of the hole.

Just because she is feeling better doesn’t mean that she’s just good forever. After Watching and Dreaming, Luz needs serious therapy, and I hope that it is showed that she receives some, because representation is really good, and I’d love to see it because I went to a therapist and she was no help whatsoever. So many people watch this show and those people may not be willing to go to therapy because of bad experiences, and if Luz is shown going to a therapist and it’s good, people will be encouraged to try again.

I love how Luz isn’t just a two dimensional and is actually flawed. And even though the third season was cut short, you can still see Luz is growing.

I love Luz

#Sorry if any of this seems incorrect #Long post #text post #luz noceda #toh #the Owl house

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hootylover2000 · 1 month ago

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This is kinda a rant but I just need to get this out. Scream it into the void if you will. FYI this is like a good 4 paragraphs long.

So basically I went New Year’s party in a library that a friend that I will call E invited me to it was chill it was a bunch of middle and high schools running around, talking to each other, and playing games and we only counted down to 10 instead of midnight so people could get home. Anyway I was talking to this one pretty socially awkward guy who I will call “guy”. A little later we started playing a game called murder in the dark which I just among us without tasks, throughout every round he followed me around and didn’t tell anyone that I was the murder one round. One thing you need to know about me is that I have a large personal bubble to the point I won’t sit next to anyone except my friend of 4 years and my direct family. Anyway he was kinda poking the bubble he eventually saw I was a tad bit uncomfortable and backed off a little. At some point he asked for my phone number I was chill with it and gave him my phone number. Something I probably should have mentioned was that through all our interactions he seemed like he may have been flirting with me or he may also have just been being nice. Either way I didn’t want a romantic relationship with anyone so the flirting would have only ever been one sided.

Yesterday (January 1st) he apologized for being a little bit annoying and that if he was making me uncomfortable he apologized for that too. Anyway he asked he he could ask someone questions, I said yes and he sent me the following text “What are your pronouns? Sexual orientation? What you want for a profile picture? And anything else I should know about you? I just don't want to make an assumptions” I sent the answers. Then we just exchanged interests like our favorite interest and he wanted to play Minecraft with me and I just didn’t reply. Rude of me but I still had a sneaking suspicion that this dude was flirting with me and I didn’t know what to do. Anyway later that day I had invited over my friend E over to finish a show we were watching. Guy eventually texted me about how he hoped me and E were having fun hanging out which kinda confused me at the time but currently me thinks that when E was picking up her phone periodically it was to text guy. After E had left dude had sent me a text asking if he could ask more questions I said yes and here’s the questions “Are you actively interested in anyone? If yes who? I know people and might be able to help if you want” then followed it up with that he was not trying to flirt. I just said I wasn’t interested in anyone and don’t intend to be in a relationship anytime soon. He asked me if he could ask one more question and I said yes and he told me that we had a mutual friend who liked me that he wanted to help out and if I wanted to known who it is with their permission. At this point it all I knew was that it could be one of 2 people E or this other dude who I will call S (he will not be brought up for the rest of this story). After all this he asked if I knew how to minmax in dnd and I just knew this was not a ploy lol.

Today (January 2nd) first thing in the morning E asked me if she could ask a weird question and my heart dropped because I just knew that it she was gonna ask me out. She didn’t she asked me if I knew what aro or ace was and telling me that the was ace and told me that a different mutual friend had known what the terms were when she had told them because I had talked to them about it before. I told her yes and I knew the terms because some of my friends are aro ace and that I fell under the aro umbrella because I’m demiromantic. Anyway we joked about taking over Denmark. Then like and hour ago guy texted me saying that my “secret admirer” had another question. I said go ahead and he asked if I would consider being in a queer platonic relationship. I don’t actually fully understand the terms of one so if someone is reading this and have been in one can you please explain. I said I don’t know and that I would have to think about it and then he asked if I would like to be this person’s valentine and that any “date like activity” would not continue past Valentine’s Day unless both parties agreed. I said I would think about it.

That’s where everything leaves and I don’t know what to do I am 100% sure it is E now and I really don’t want to let them down but I also don’t really want to be in any kind of relationship till I fell ready and I don’t think I feel ready. So if you random internet people want to give me advice you can but yet again this is more to just yell these words some where.

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fahrni · 1 month ago

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Definitely not Immortal

I don’t believe in making resolutions for the new year. If something needs doing, just do it.

I’m just starting to feel better after a few days fighting off a stomach bug. There’s an alarming trend with my health. When someone in my family gets sick I seem to be the only other member of the family to get sick.

Friday afternoon I started feeling uncomfortable. By Friday evening my granddaughter and I were both pretty darned sick. She was worse off than me. She stopped vomiting around 11PM and fell asleep. Poor baby was wiped out.

I puked my first and only time at 2AM (my issue has been the other end!) Last time I checked the time it was 2:45AM. I fell to sleep sometime after that.

She woke up Saturday feeling much better. I, on the other hand, slept most of the day and stayed in bed as much as my gut would allow.

The dogs woke me up Sunday morning. I was still off. I felt detached from my body. When I’d touch things they didn’t feel real. No fever, but it’s often how I feel with a fever. I managed to eat dinner. My first meal since the slice of pizza I had Friday evening before symptoms really kicked in.

Here we are, Monday morning. My gut is still gurgling and feels fragile. I did have coffee. I was hoping it wasn’t a mistake and so far, so good. No vomiting since Friday but still having issues out the other end. I’ve managed to keep down water and Gatorade just fine. Today I’m hoping some additional solids will help get me over the hump.

All of this to say I’m thinking about my mortality more than ever before. My body is breaking down and I’ve not helped myself by becoming morbidly obese — according to the doctor based on my weight. I get tired easily and my body flat out hurts most of the time. I sit on my butt way too much. I’ve become that lazy man I said I’d never become and it’s going to kill me. And still, after all that, I lack the motivation to do anything about it.

What’s wrong with me?

To be totally honest I can’t die anytime soon. I’ve predicted my own demise at 80 years old if things don’t change. I have a wife, kids, and grandkids who still depend on me. Couple that with being an idiot when it comes to financial planning and I’ve setup the perfect American nightmare scenario. Aging husband, retired wife, two kids who struggle in our economy. We are one medical disaster away from all of us living on the streets. That’s the most American thing I can think of.

One of my biggest issues is having a positive attitude about things working out. I’ve always felt like we’ll be ok and find our way through. To date, we’ve managed to just that.

I’d imagine this is a fairly average tale as folks age and realize they are indeed mortal and they did a horrible job of financial planning. Also, I believe, very American. 😂

Kim, my amazing wife, is right. I need to make big changes. I used to be active and loved going to the gym. I need to exercise more. I also need to stop abusing my body with crummy food. I love fast food. There, I admitted it. I love to eat. It’s a terrible attribute. Why couldn’t I be “addicted” to math the way I am to food? Genetics has something to do with it, I’m sure. I developed a strange attitude after almost dying at the age of 17. My attitude was: If I want it, I’m getting it. A second piece of pie? Yes, please. Yep, another brilliant strategy.

If anyone knows of a study that’s been conducted on people’s relationship with food please point me to it. I obviously have a bad one. It’s like being a crack addict or alcoholic. It’s like staying in that abusive relationship because you’re in love. I’m sorry if that comparison offends anyone. I have no other way to make my point. I have a real problem.

I know, I know, what a strange thing to share.

This is just me with a quiet morning to myself, coming off being sick, with a slightly addled brain (still feeling detached) from the ordeal. 🤪

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black-is-iconic · 7 months ago

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Lime Light pt 2

Everything moved so fast that you hardly had time to breath as you were shoved into a bathroom with a bundle of clothes, with a heavy sigh you swallowed nervously and slowly took off your work uniform folding them neatly and placing them on the toilet slipping on the shimmering golden dress if felt so soft against your skin like a cloud of silk and satin.

The dress was breathtakingly beautiful, it was a slim fit sleeveless cheongsam-colored gold and covered in intricate designs and embroidery, it flowed beautifully around your figure hugging every curve perfectly like it was made for your body.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, "um" you mumbled softly peeking shyly from behind the bathroom door in the blink of an eye you were tanked from your hiding place.

Your hair was freed from it's confines and allowed to flow freely down your back and shoulders and the shoes were (literally) torn from your feet and replaced by heels, you wobbled a bit attempting to steady yourself as they female co-workers ushered you towards the room where the photography would take place.

The twins were already seated inside and it was hard to tell who was who, until Yoriichi saw you and smiled gently "ah, you look so lovely in that dress" he murmured standing up. "Can we please get this over with already?"

Michikatsu groaned roughly positioning you in place and signaling for the cameramen to start, as the bright flashing began you flinched and kinda awkwardly shuffled your feet trying as hard as possible not to ruin the shoot.

The shooting went fairly smoothly and well, you didn't screw anything up thankfully, until it was time to stop. Remember those heels? Yeaaaaah, you've never been good in heels so the moment you tried to walks your ankles decided not today and sent you tumbling onto poor Yoriichi. You landed in such a way that he fell on his back, your left-hand claws his shirt popping the first four buttons and exposing his cream-colored chest and you were seated in his lap leaning over him with only one arm to hold you up.

He stared up at you and your stared down at him with wide eyes, he propped himself up on his elbows "um I'm sorr-" you tried to say but he cut you off "don't apologize, hey take the picture" he told the photographer and another blinding flash.

When the picture was taken you quickly scrambled away from him, brushing yourself off and then attempting to help him up but his brother pushed him out the way and helped him up first.

Yoriichi glared at his brother rolling his eyes, "forgive my brother's rudeness thank you so much for helping us we would've been in a bit of a pickle if not for you" he said offering his hand out to shake, you looked down at it and smiled shyly.

"huh? Oh no um…I-I was just doing my job" you muttered softly and Michikatsu rolled his eyes this time. "Okay cool we get it, we're leaving now unlike some people we actually have things to do" he snapped and you flinched, although you're pretty sure it was more so meant for your boss than you.

After the twins walked out everything went back to normal mostly, with Mister Hakuma barking orders and stomping around like an angry ogre you worked long into the night until the sweet sound of the old ticking clock announced the end of your work day.

You quite literally flew from your chair, Desiree on your heels as the too of you hurriedly said your goodbyes and booked it for the door before Mister Hakuma could try and shove any more work onto either of you.

Stepping outside you took a deep breath enjoying the cool crisp air along your skin, "I can't believe you took a photo shoot with two of japans hottest men you lucky bitch" Desiree sang looping her arm into yours as you walked towards your car.

"It's nothing special, I just hope I don't affect them anyway" you muttered softly while unlocking the door Desiree hopped into the passenger seat and beamed up at you as you rolled your eyes climbing into the driver seat. "Girl don't you gotta a car yet?"

You probed and she just waved you off blowing a raspberry, "why waste so much money when my home girl got a car besides it's more fun with me around no?~"

Yet again you found your eyes rolling as you drove off turning on the radio and jamming to the opening of of Attack On Titan until Desiree scoffed and switched it over to Wap, "hey" you quipped glaring at her momentarily but she simply pat your shoulder.

"Girlie if I remember correctly you owe me a story of how you got dicked down by Kyojuro Rengoku" Desiree said wiggling her eyebrows at you.

Your cheeks flooded with heat as you recalled the somewhat comical story, "well I was just flipping through Tinder when I saw Kyojuro's profile and apparently he swipe right on me" you squealed waving your hand at your bestie who mimicked your behavior with her own little giggle.

"And so, of course I didn't actually think it was Kyojuro Rengoku cause like really, there one blurry picture and the account seemed new so it was obviously sketch", "so sketch" Desiree echoed leaning into her palm as she listened to you.

"But you know, I was bored and thought, you know maybe I should have some fun so I agreed to a hook up date. He offered to pick me up and you I stressed kinda casually I really thought it was about to be a bigger fella and you know maybe we'd go for some chinese or taco bell in his ford one fifty",

You both burst out laughing as you pulled into the driveway of your apartment complex and began unbuckling "but to my pleasant surprise, he was the real deal pulled up in a Ferrari and everything suit and tie everything.

I felt so embarrassed and underdressed cause he took me to a fancy restaurant and let me tell you that food was smackin" you sad with a laugh fumbling in your purse for your keys.

"Girl skip all that shit was the dick game on point or not" Desiree asked with a laugh pushing into your house and kicking her shoes off, she walked over to your cupboard and began snooping for something to drink "well"

you stated your stomach doing somersaults "well he was a gentleman, offered to pay for dinner and everything but I'm a independent girlie" you said brushing your hair behind your ear and popping your tongue Desiree poked her head out the kitchen having found a secret stash of wine you hid away.

"Period bitch" she said taking a sip of the whine from a cup she'd filled to the brim, "but girl stop skating around the question" she said sipping audibly a heavy sigh fell frim your lips as you smiled slowly "girrrrrrrrl I didn't plan on giving up the vcard that night but I'm so happy I did, I've never felt that way before it was like my soul left my body" you said taking the cup from her and taking a sip as you sat down on the couch.

Desiree nodded approvingly "type shit" she said clapping her hands "get you a man who fuck you so well you forget where you are" she said with a laugh taking the cup back from you and taking a sip. "So did you reach the great O?"

She asked poking your arm with her elbow, you laughed softly hiding your burning face in your palms "multiple times, them sheets were soaked" you whispered and Desiree squealed shaking your shoulder "that's whats up girl you better have got his number"

You flushed and looked away and Desiree eyes widened and she facepalmed "GIRL, TELL ME YOU DIDN'T FUMBLE THIS BAG" you flinched nervously laughing awkwardly "I-I fumbled" you mused softly and Desiree deflated.

"Girl" she said softly grabbing the tv remote "I know I know but if it's meant to be it'll be" you said settling down on the table next to her to the couch to watch the new season demon slayer so you could watch him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next day was a typical day at work, coffee towers screaming boss and ungrateful co-workers irking that last nerve however as you raced around the office delivering papers and typing up reports.

Your coworkers would throw strange glances your way, at first you just brushed them off as them being idiots but when Desire startled looking at you funny that's when your curiosity was peeped, "Desiree do I got something between my teeth or on my skirt?"

You whisper asked over your cubical and Desiree looked up at you with an arched brow, "what no their probably staring at you cause your trending on twitter, facebook, instagram etc your photos with Tsugikuni twins are blowing up".

She said giving you a timid smile, you rolled your eyes "well of course its the Tsugikuni twins of course their blowing up do you see how attractive they are?"

You mumbled when finishing up a paper, Desiree poked her head further above the cubicle "no girl you don't understand yes the Tsugikuni twins are blowing up….but YOU are the topic of the world right now, not the twins".

It took a moment for her words to sink in, and when they did you were filled with a cold sense of dread .

"Oh shit" you sighed quietly falling back into your chair eyes widening like saucers, seeing the oncoming panic Desiree walked around and grabbed your hand "hey, hey hey girlie pop don't sweat it see nothing but good comments" she said scrolling through the facebook comments which read along the lines of

: Whose the new model?

She's Smoking hot

She seems kind of camera shy

She's a total babe

10/10 would smash

Jesus Christ is Lord

- dude shut up nobody wants to hear that

I wonder if she'll be in future photoshoots?

This one's going in the spank bank

Is single I wanna shoot my shot.

As you read through the comments you…weren't exactly sure what to feel everyone seemed to either want to see more of you fuck you, or were just curious about you in general you breathed a sigh of relief but it was short lived one.

Mister Hakuma poked his head out his office "Y/N L/N IN MY OFFICE NOW" you and Desiree both groaned "good luck" Desiree wished slinking back to her cubicle.

You took a deep breath and sighed heavily recounting how man task you complete today, what you could've possibly forgotten and why he might be upset but nothing prepared you for the sight of yet again stumbling into the Tsugikuni twins. But not just them, Kyojuro was there as well, and Tengen…..the fuck is going on?

#black reader #demon slayer #kny x reader

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keefwho · 11 months ago

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March 09 - 2024 Saturday

11:48pm

2/10

This morning I took a bit before taking my shower. I just didn't feel like doing it so early, I think I was peeking at the Bumble BFF app for a bit and then I finished my profile while in the shower. When I got out, I made eggs, spam, and oatmeal for breakfast with some applesauce. I was perusing Bumble while I cooked and ate, seeing a BUNCH of the same kinda of people. Same interests I mean, very basic stuff and almost all Christian/conservative. It really feels like these people are churned out of a factory. So no luck with Bumble but I didn't really put much stake in it to begin with. I knew if I didn't stop that I would just be scrolling all day so I dawdled for a little bit before trying to find some company in VRchat. Everyone was busy today. In VR I found a couple of sort of chill people but they left to play chess. Then I was stuck with this guy who recognized the marsminer name in my bio and of course he was very weird. I stayed longer than I wanted to, mostly just being silent and answering whatever silly question he had next. When I got off, I took some 'me time' before lunch. Lunch was tuna spaghetti because I was feeling sort of lazy/sad. After eating I kinda got stuck in my own head awhile. Eventually I saw David was playing Helldivers in his server so I decided to join just to shift my attention elsewhere. It barely worked, I still felt like shit but the important part is that I wasn't alone. I tried not to make the call about my problems deliberately. Halfway through Helldivers, Daisy was free to call on her drive home so we did that. At this point my chest was tight and I felt on the verge of a panic attack until she got home and was in bed. I don't know why, maybe everything was just building up inside me. In bed I hadn't wanted to but I did maybe a 5-10 minute rant about how awful today was and how I don't know what I'm doing in general. It seemed to not be the night for this really and I wish I had handled my emotions better today. I let her go to sleep and then I had a long, 2 hour call with Jared. We talked about so much and as usual he had some pretty good advice to go along with the solid plan I already had. After that I scarfed down my cold dinner and got ready for bed.

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Today fell apart so badly because I literally had no one to talk to today. Maybe I should have just tried texting at least. I can't always rely on people to pull me through the day but today I did just need someone for at least a little bit, just to hang out with. Today I made the painful realization how much I've been strangling reassurance out of people as a way to test them and set my mind at ease. But it's unhealthy and manipulative. I only hope I haven't done too much damage already, I intend to stop this going forward now that it really hit me. Tomorrow I'm gonna come up with some plans I can follow when I get in certain headspaces so I can do something more helpful and healthy. The thing I want first and foremost right now is to be a good friend, and that means I have to make important decisions. One of those is to really appraise what it is I'm actually doing to my friends. And also taking care of myself properly so I have the capability to do good. I am driven so strongly to improve and do good in the world.

3 things that made me happy today:

Daisy calling me on her way home.

Chatting with Bramble about my behavior.

Talking to Jared about our feelings.

#journal #diary

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minsungotp · 11 months ago

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Want so bad

ch 2 is there something on my face?

Minho went through the dance routine he knew quite well. It was to the song fire by BTS.

he let his muscle memory take over remembering the feeling of being on stage. It brought back the days of going on tour with such a prominent famous group. All the people cheering and chanting for him.

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in the memory as he moved.

he paused to take a sip of water and felt the hair on the back of his neck tingle. Was someone watching him? He had assumed they were all in stretches of their own. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw-

He shook off the feeling. Nonsense Minho why would someone be watching you? You're good but don't get ahead of yourself!

But it got harder and harder to ignore the presence.

his eyes fell onto a slightly younger man with a round face and dark eyes.

He's pretty cute. He thought to himself, continuing his practice.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone enter the room but ignored it assuming it was just another member.

"Come on everyone let's welcome our fellow members."

A stern voice rang out in the room.

Minho blinked. Why do I feel like I'm back at home being scolded by my father?

Everyone turned their attention to Bangchan. The man who had picked each of them. Minho felt so honored to get this opportunity and had asked a staff member who his savior was. They had shown him a picture of a very kind looking man. Matching the description of the one standing there today.

Bangchan introduced the maknae of the group and suengmin made a comment about him looking young.

Nothing too interesting.

Minho was relieved when Bangchan announced that they were now going to learn choreography

As expected Minho got it down right away his arms sliced the air perfectly and he landed lightly on his feet each time he did it.

Although the prince like boy next to him seemed to be falling behind.

Even though he was shy he couldn't stand seeing the genius choreography being performed wrong.

"Are you doing okay?" He asked quietly.

The boy turned around in surprise a look of confusion on his face.

"Huh oh yeah but I didn't understand this part."

He demonstrated the move Minho had just been practicing.

"Ah. Yeah i did see a mistake in the arm move and you don't want to land so hard on your feet." He advised calmly.

The boy frowned. "See? I know I'm doing something wrong but how can I practice if I don't know what it's supposed to look like?"

Minho nodded. "I can help you if you want." He slid into position

The boy nodded frantically. "Yes yes please! Im dying here!" He exclaimed dramatically.

He's a dramatic one. Got it.

"See when you move this foot make sure to point it out towards this direction." He demonstrated, the boy was watching intently.

Minho took a step back. "now you try."

"I'm not sure. I don't have any skill."

Minho cracked a soft smile.

"What is your name?"

"Hyunjin." The boy mumbled embarrassed.

"Okay hyunjin. What do you mean you don't have skills? Everyone has skills."

Hyunjin sighed and shook his head. "No really. I just got chosen by my looks. Everyone says I don't have to try. That I can just debut with my face." His shoulders slumped.

Minho frowned. What a demeaning thing to tell someone.

"Well maybe that's true. But do you want that to be the only reason?" He prompted.

Hyunjin shook his head.

Minho nodded. "So just keep practicing and you'll be recognized not just for your face but your skills."

He put out a hand. "I'm Minho and you can come to me with any questions okay I'll teach you dance."

Hyunjin smiled returning the handshake and turned around to continue practicing. He seemed a lot less stressed now and therefore able to focus his movements more. Minho was satisfied and

was about to do the same when he heard another boy calling his name.

It was the maknae. Jeongin.

"Minho right? Can you help me too?"

Minho nodded and made his way over.

Each time he demonstrated a dance move he kept noticing someone staring at him out of the corner of his eye.

What's going on do I have something on my face?

He tilted his head in realization. The boy was probably trying to learn but too shy to ask for help.

As he continued helping jeongin he found it hard to focus. The round faced boy was still staring in his direction. But the thing that bothered him most was why the staring affected him so much. He was a trained professional used to tuning out distractions but he couldn't ignore this boys stare?

Trying to shake it off he took a step backwards and analyzed how the rest of the group was doing.

Somehow he ended up instructing the whole room!

Almost seamlessly he had taken the title of unofficial dance teacher. And he enjoyed it. He loved being recognized for his experience it made him feel useful.

Finally it was time to take a break. He went to his water bottle and took a swig.

To no one's surprise the cute boy was glancing over repeatedly. It made his cheeks burn. Why was someone that handsome so fixated on him?

He decided he needed to find out and approached first.

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bike42 · 1 year ago

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Tuesday 8/19

I should know better than looking at weather.com each morning, but it’s what I do. Temp was in the low 40s and rain until 10am, psyched myself out, but still I prepared for another wet day.

It’s “moving day” today so we were up at 6am packing again. Had some time for stretching and Jeff had a hot chocolate and sat and read in our sitting area. Down for breakfast which started at 7:30am, but they’re a bit unorganized and we barely got and finished our food before the 8:30am round up in the library.

We picked up our sandwiches and reloaded our snack bags and headed out. All but 2 people opted for the long option, but another 2 only hiked up a ways and then turned back.

That left 13 hikers plus Jenn and Keith today doing the 9 mile route up and over the pass. The magic somehow happens to get the vans to the end of our route.

Up the hill, we warmed up fast and sun came out! I was undecided about starting with my puffy coat and rain pants layer, but was pretty warm once we got to the top. Some even went down to T-shirts! We stopped at the top to view the deer on the hillside watching us, and Keith gave us a little chat about the Highland Games:

Must wear a kilt with a pair of shorts, tshirt, hose and boots

Evolved differently in US (steroids), drug tested here in Scotland.

Shot put (cannon ball)

Hammer Toss

Caber (with waterlogged telegraph pole) stand it up and run with it to try to stand it up

The sun stayed out for sometime, but the breeze was cool and I kept my shell on and eventually even added my wool cap and light gloves.

We had a more serious river crossing jumping stones. I went first and was glad for long legs and good balance! I got to the other side and did a “time lapse” video of everyone crossing. Keith helped Cathy across, but then she lost her balance and fell into the side stream! Everyone offered dry clothes and she was fine the rest of the day, just embarrassed I imagine.

It was a beautiful hike with mountains, lochs and rushing streams. There are pretty flowers and some remnants of heather. I remarked to Jeff that I’m hiking faster than I’d normally be since the flowers are past their peak!

We got to a turn on the trail, a part where we’d be lost without the guides. A cloud descended on us and rain drops started. Seemed like real rain, so I put on my rain pants and was glad I did as it rained quite heavily for a bit!

We got down to a loch and the stones turned to pink and white - it was gorgeous! There were places where we could see the trail under a foot of water. Jenn said last week she sat on the “beach” here; amazing how these bogs collect and discharge water!

It had stopped raining and my rain pants were fairly clean so I took them off, and added my puffy jacket under my rain jacket. My feet were completely wet - mainly from stepping off the trail into a bog while avoiding a puddle. Since we were stopped, I ate half of my sandwich. Some others went on ahead and Jeff & I hung back with Jenn and Karri & Nelson.

At about 7 miles, we came to a “Bothy,” an old homestead renovated into a place where hikers can rest or sleep. I expected it to be much more primative! There we found the rest of our group finishing their lunches, plus Jules and Trish & Richard who had hiked up the two miles from the car park.

We finished our sandwiches. It felt great to sit inside in chairs - a real luxury! It was an easy 2 miles down to the van. We chatted with Jenn about her work with Backroads and her family. She definitely has the right stuff to do this line of work. It’s neat to hear that Backroads values her background as an educator, and she served as a trainer and mentor to new guides.

The rain was just starting as we got back to the van. We had a quiet 90 minute drive to Portree on the Isle of Skye. When I was here 32 years ago, the island seemed more remote and you had to catch a ferry to get here. Now there is a bridge, and the windows in the fan were so fogged with humidity that I only saw glimpses as we traveled to Portree!

I had changed from my wet boots into my Chacos while we were in the van - my wet and dirty gaiters, rain pants and socks were in a plastic bag. I carried my wet boots into the lobby and the lady at reception took them from me to put them in the boiler room where they would dry - fantastic service. We checked into The Cullin Hills Hotel - more modern than the last place, with very nice rooms again. We had less than an hour, but we quickly did some hand wash and showered. Fantastic heated towel rack and radiators to help dry our stuff!

We gathered in the salon to hear Angus and Ailie - a Scottish musical duo. Angus was most outgoing and demonstrated Highland Bagpipes (1785 originally), Scottish Small Pipes, Border Pipes and various “Whistles,” while Airlie played the Scottish Small Harp. They played just “tunes,” no songs … even though each number had a story behind the tune. They did a great job relating the instruments and music to Scottish history. For the final number, they taught us a little dance - those of us brave enough to perform!

We had another group dinner following the performance. We sat with our Wisconsin neighbors and had a nice time. I got a dram of Skye whisky to take back to the room - just a subtle hint of peat - just right!

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orphancookie69 · 2 years ago

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4/2023: Lake Havasu City, AZ!

It is that time of year again, adios california...hello arizona! Taxes are done, let’s unwind and get our farkle on! There might be some Desert Storm action going on too. What is not to love?

For more information on Desert Storm: Click Here!

4/19 Day 1:

Woke up early, drove 4 hours in. There were a fair amount of cops out. But we are heading into a somewhat major event in town. Came in by like 10, and chilled out for a bit. Then we went to College Street Brewery and Pub-pretty good. The beer was better than the food, but it is a brewery. There was “Krusin for a Kause” today but we did not get to it, and it did not seem like an event we could of enjoyed as much as the riders in the kruiser. It was a quiet afternoon, we did some yahtzee so that no one could have an advantage in farkle. Leave the dice unbiased.

4/20 Day 2:

The party day! We woke up, had breakfast at Makai’s, its a cute little joint! Did some local shopping at the Harley Store and found some cute stuff this time! We caught a movie on Netflix, “We Have A Ghost”, and it was pretty good. The street party was way bigger this year. Met up with some friends who have a second place in town like us, but even just the locals are usually nice! It was hard to find a place to eat-but we ate at Legendz in downtown. Came back to the condo and just relaxed, it was a warm day and I got a little bit sunburned.

4/21 Day 3:

Not much sleep was got these days, so we decided to have breakfast at Makai’s to see if we could feel human after. I showed my sister “Burlesque” on Netflix, she had not seen it! We met back up with friends and watched the Parade of Power, the Poker Run for Desert Storm started after that. The party was still going from the day before, they just moved to the channel and off the streets! We had lunch at Javelinas, a good little mexican place. Dinner was an amazing little italian place called Angelinas. This place you need to call ahead and make a reservation. We played some Farkle, and fell asleep after putting on “Smokey and the Bandit”. Can you believe parts of our group had not seen that either? I also brought up a new game to try: Love is Dead from Aldi, it is super fun!

4/22 Day 4:

For Desert Storm, the last event was Shugrue’s Shootout, but we missed it. By now, we had some leftovers to work through. We were supposed to get our hair done but our hairdresser/family friend partied too hard with us and needed a rest day. We went to the channel to “put our feet in the water and our ass in the sand”, can you tell we listen to a lot of country music out there? The party in channel had died down a bit but was still pretty active. We came back, played more Farkle. We watched the sequel, “Smokey and the Bandit 2″ on netflix, that was a proper sequel! We had dinner at Azul Agave, one of the best mexican places I have ever eaten at. More Farkle, and finally started getting some sleep!

4/23 Day 5:

Early day, last full day in town. Things outside in general quieted down as most people who came into town for the event had left that day. We went to Secrets of Beauty to get our hair done! We hung out at the shop with one another, went to the swap meet, had Red Baron for lunch, and helped around the shop! After we were all done, we went to Tavern 95 for dinner. We did a last bit of Farkle and got ready to leave early to drive home. I changed my hairstyle, and I absolutely love it!

4/24 Day 6:

Early rising, we left around sunrise to avoid what traffic we could. Drive home had a lot of traffic, seems to be a problem that gets worse not better. Made it home in about 4 hours or so.

It was a good trip. We are already talking about the next trip to take care of a couple of things, do some different things, and depending on who is all going-I will be back out there! Good people, good times, good spiritual talk! Family vacations, they sure are something!

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alleycat-arcade · 3 years ago

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Game Start! The Seven Lords: Those Who Remain

@pastelhologram asked: Wait. What about The demon bros reaction to Mc being the Person lilith fell in love with. Like maybe an au where he's not Related to lilith but instead he's the person she fell for. Even better if They're first impression of Mc is that he didn't deserve Lilith, but as time goes on, They start seeing what lilith saw.

There we are, got that up and running for ya'. Gotta say though, I'm surprised you managed to find such an old cabinet. Feels like its been here since the 9th century or something, haha.

(Ayyy hey we go! I really should just keep splitting these into parts by default since I nearly always get carried away lol. Part 1 for today, and part 2 soon! Hope you enjoy!)

Everburning Candle(Part 1) (Obey Me! Older Brothers x Male/Masc! Mc/Reader)

Content Warnings: Mc/Reader uses he/him pronouns. Spoilers for Pretty much all of season one (Chapters 1-20), since pacts, reasoning behind certain pacts, and Lilith are discussed. I hope you don't mind me adding a few of my personal headcanons! Mostly Hurt/Comfort overall. Very light angst for today. Levi's part has some blood, mostly just a broken nose.

(You ready for a long one? 'Cause its gonna be a long one lmao. If I notice any mistakes after posting, or if you inform me of any, I will correct them as soon as I can. Shoutout to the Luci and Levi simps in the discord for helping me write their respective parts. There is a 60% chance I may rewrite Mammon's part again ajdieff)

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"The Human World was full of many tales, some more truthful than others. The tale of the Ancient Wanderer was not one well known to many, as the story had become more and more fragmented over the years. There was a time that many people who had met the Wanderer had come together to write a complete novelization of their individual encounters. Sadly, the evening that would make its 10th anniversary of existence was the same night it was stolen, and the library it was stored within burned. Only inaccurate copies remained, as many of the gathered writers from all over the world had passed peacefully not to long after the book's creation. The only detail that remained from the original story was the scent that followed the Wanderer, what would be known in the modern era as honeysuckle and lavender. With the book gone, that left the Wanderer as the only bearer of the true story. No one knows where this mysterious being is now, or if he even existed in the first place. Many historians believe it to be a simple shared delusion, or perhaps another fanatical story similar to more common mythos. Some had gone as far as to compare them to the biblical figure of Cain."

Your gloved hands closed the thick history textbook as you finished, setting it aside on the mahogany table in front of you. "So, do you think you can remember all that for the next exam?" This prompted a sigh of disdain from the individual beside you. "Mc this stuff is way to hard! Why can't you just let me copy off of you? Everyone knows you're the top of the class!" A chuckle bubbled up from your throat, and you reached over to rustle your classmate's hair. "That's exactly why you can't copy me. Now, you keep practicing, okay? I've been tutoring all day and I really just want to go home and take a good long rest." Their pleading eyes softened, before finally sighing and letting you head home.

Perhaps if the library corner the two of you had studied in did not carry the heavy smell of dried mango and energy drinks, your classmate may have noticed the scent of lavender and honeysuckle waft through the room as you left.

Once you reached your apartment, you quickly closed and locked the door before slumping against it. After throwing off your gloves, you reached a little ways down your shirt, just enough to pull of the necklace that was hidden underneath. The preserved feather was lighter than air and almost looked as if it were floating in your palm. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you ran your fingertips along its vane. You did not wipe them away however, allowing them to fall as the memory of a flower field filled your mind. You had lost track of how many years it had been since the day you had first laid out in the small forest clearing, but your mind could never forget one clear detail.

Lilith.

You had never been one to believe in love at first sight, but when the strange woman had kneeled beside your sleeping form you had instantly become enthralled in her. She had this sort of overwhelming glow about her, as if she were one of the very Goddesses many families in your town served and worshiped. Yet, though her appearance may had drawn you in, it had been the rest of her that bound your heartstrings to her fingertips.

The two of you spent many days hidden away in your secret flower patch, giggling about how each other had managed to slip away from their respective families for the day. Your meeting were not long at first, sometimes lasting minutes at a time before the woman you'd come to know as Lilith would return to her family. But minutes turned to hours, and in some cases hours would turn to days. Your heartstrings would flutter each time she drew closer and closer to you, and your heart nearly gave out when she'd first ran her fingertips through her hair.

You remembered the day she'd asked you to keep two secrets. You had simple hummed and nodded, head resting on her lap as she gently stroked it. "Swear to me you won't tell as soul." Your eyelids fluttered open at the seriousness in her tone. Her nervous expression stared back at you, awaiting a response. "I swear on my life, Lilith." You spoke, lacing your hands into hers and giving them a reassuring squeeze. She took a deep breath, before speaking once more. "I'm an Angel, Mc. A being from the Celestial Realm." Confusion crossed your face, which Lilith took as a queue to set you head down in the grass and stand up.

An enchanting glow covered her form as you sat up, blinding you momentarily. As your eyes adjusted, you found her standing before you once more. Her eyes peeked over at you behind her elegant white wings, a nervous wobble taking over the halo above her head. Wordlessly you stood up, approaching her slowing and gently parting her wings enough to envelop her in a loving embrace. "You're beautiful, Lilith. Thank you for telling me your secret." You whispered. "So, does that mean you're ready for the second secret?" You responded to her question with an affirmative hum. Another deep breath grazed your ear as she leaned in. "I'm in love with you, Mc." A smile covered you face as you pulled away and pressed your forehead against hers. "I love you too, Lilith. I love you no matter what. Whether you're a demon, human, or angel doesn't change that fact what so ever."

The sweet memory began to subside, replaced by ones bittersweet and or painful. Falling ill with Lilith at your bedside brought pain to your chest, but it only worsened as the memory of her bringing to you a stolen fruit from the heavens that cured your deathly aliment. She had disappeared that day, leaving you alone once more. A century later you had found her again, choosing to ignore the curse that had come along with the fruit as you showered her with as much love and care as you could manage or afford. The two of you travelled the world until her body could no longer keep up with yours. Though you and Lilith had bore a singular child together, not once did your reincarnated lover accept your marriage proposal.

A stinging pain shot through your heart as your last memory with Lilith coated your mind. She laid on her death bed, a less common demise for a human at the time overtaking her body. Age had caught up to her despite your best efforts, and you couldn't hold back your sobs as you pleaded with her. Your children and grandchildren watched with eyes full of pity as you desperately begged for her to allow you to be wed to her before she perished, but they knew Lilith as good as you did and knew she'd still refuse. Her wrinkled hands held your tear stained face one last time, placing a kiss to your forehead before whispering something to you. "One day, you'll find another who can give as much love to you as you have to me. Our time together may end now, but I promise you a part of me shall always remain with you and the rest of the world." Your denial of her demise had lead you to travel the world in search of her, hoping she would once more return to you as she'd done before. A journey that led you to become know as the Ancient Wanderer.

As days turned to months, months turned to years, and years to centuries, you remained the same as you had been when you'd first consumed the sacred fruit. Your body had gained some alterations, mostly in the form of battle scars, but otherwise you were the same as before. Same age, same height, same face, and same heart. One would've expected you to have become bitter at the world, and for a time you were, but you relaxed into a routine that somewhat soothed your aching heart. For as long as you could manage the lie, you'd act out the made up story of your choosing. Most often you found yourself in the role of a mysterious student who was far more intelligent than the average college freshman and had no visible family figures. Once people started to become suspicious, you'd move onto the next role.

The current person you had pretended to be was quite similar to your usual performance. It had been a good handful of years since you'd first enrolled in the small town community college, and as far as you knew no one had begun to suspect a thing. Perhaps you could achieve a PhD in this false life, you wondered to yourself as you stood up from the door. Yet the thought was short lived, as your body began to plummet through the floor the second you had moved to remove your coat.

You laid splayed out in front of a group of strangers now, groaning out a series of complaints as you struggled to rise from the ground. The false name you'd been using currently fell from a rather cheery looking stranger's lips, the hairs on the back of your neck raising as the male stood beside him eyed you suspiciously after your delayed response.

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Lucifer:

It was no secret that the Eldest of the Demon Brothers had been suspicious of you from the beginning. The first time you had failed to react at the normal speed one would respond to their name, he had written it off as a result of the rough landing. Yet, as the action became more and more frequent, his suspicions grew. It was as if you were waiting for a different name to be called, one not mentioned anywhere on your documents.

You had engaged in many other strange behaviors that had caused him to become on edge around you, but the realization of who you actually were had never truly set in until a day after you had formed a pact with Leviathan. Lucifer's eyebrows had furrowed the day you had pulled him away, confused by your sudden directness with him since you usually avoided him like the plague.

One would assume that the Avatar of Pride would be good at keeping secrets, but he had become enraged as the name of his deceased sister slipped out of your mouth. His demon form glowered over you as you confessed your true identity, and if looks could kill you would've been seeing Lilith again. It was hard for his brothers to ignore the way Lucifer was acting, especially against Diavolo's Exchange Student.

Neither of you made a noise as he processed the information, the aggressive look not leaving his face as he trapped you with his wings. Before him stood the human that his little sister had fallen in love with. While he was almost impressed you'd managed to survive for so long, something about you seemed... wrong to him.

In his eyes, you were nothing short of lackluster. A meek, pitiful human that Lucifer could not comprehend how his sister had fallen in love with. Perhaps a version of himself with a fraction more humility may have, but the Avatar of Pride could not. Were you truly the person Lilith had sacrificed everything for? How could you possibly be the one he'd sworn allegiance to the Demon Prince to send his sister back to? You fully expected him to attack you, but he simply set back, a look of disgust painting his features.

After the encounter, somehow word had spread to the rest of his brothers about your past. Lucifer would attempt to stop his brothers from distancing themselves from you, but he knew they'd only grow to resent you more than they already did if he forced them to hang around you. At most he managed to ensure that Mammon still protected you from any harm, but it was obvious that the rest the Exchange Program was going to be rough.

But one night, something changed. It was as normal a night as any, with him and his brothers eating in the dining room as you sat alone somewhere in HoL. He had tried on multiple occasions to get you to eat with the rest of them, but you could see the forced politeness in his eyes whenever he invited you to sit beside him.

You would've just eaten in your room again that night, but Beel had already gotten to your portion of the meal. None of the others would share with you, so you chose to simply roam the dark halls. Lucifer sighed in exasperation after finding out secondhand that you hadn't yet eaten. Once the meal was finished, he put together a decent sized portion of the food remaining in the fridge onto a plate and looked for you.

A breeze fluttered the ends of his coat as he pushed the glass door open, closing it behind him as he approached your position on the balcony. He had spoke your name, your real name, but you did not react at all. Your eyes looked dormant as you clutched something small against your chest. "Mc, did you not hear me? I told you I brought you food. I'm aware you haven't eaten since this morning."

Lucifer waited for a response for a while, but not a single noise came from you. After setting the meal beside you he turned to leave, until your voice spoke from behind him, barely above a whisper. "She had the prettiest eyes, y'know?" The Avatar of Pride turned back to face you, perplexed. Your grip on the object in your hand had loosened, revealing something pure white and soft. As a Fallen Angel, it was something fairly easy to recognize. An Angel's feather, specifically one plucked from the area closest to the previous owner's heart. If he'd not know any better, Lucifer would've thought that you had received the Courting Item from Simeon.

"Lilith?" Despite knowing the answer, he still spoke the question. Unless you had another angelic lover, there was only one person you could've been speaking about. You simply nodded, beginning to trace the ridges of the feather.

His mind told him to leave the conversation at that. To return to his study and finish the mound of paperwork he'd still had to complete by next week. And yet, his body disobeyed.

He was just as surprised as you were when he rested his forearms against the balcony beside you, the only space separating you and him being the plate of food. The demon ignored your surprised eyes and sudden nervous fidgeting, choosing instead to breath out a sigh and look out into the backyard's garden. "Can you tell me more about her? As a human I mean. If you've managed to remember those details that is." Your gaze softened despite his somewhat surly tone, and you turned to look at the garden as well. "Of course I remember. I'd be a damn awful boyfriend if I didn't."

With the dry chuckle now released from your lips, you began to recount anything and everything about Lilith. Even what felt like the smallest of details were not left out, and you'd only occasionally return to the Ancient tome you always carried around to recite certain details. You'd even said something about his sister that he didn't even know, from long before she had died. Though the Eldest gave no visible reaction as you spoke, your recollections were actually stirring up quite a storm of emotions inside of him. It was as if the stages of grief were swirling around in his stomach all at once.

At some point you had begun to lose track of the conversation, simply beginning to recount the rest of your life up until this point. The Avatar of Pride couldn't bring himself to stop you from getting off track, as your tales of the Human World over the years were rather enticing. His heart thrummed with intrigue as you recounted stories of warfare, and oddly felt light as you described what were know as the Seven Wonders of The World. You only fully realized that you had gone off track once you finished telling him about the Qing Dynasty, as sheepish smile crossing your face.

It had been at this point that the storm began to subside, only to be replaced with a sinking feeling. Guilt was not an unfamiliar emotion, he felt it quite often in circumstances that involved his family. Rather, he hardly outwardly expressed these feelings, favoring to lock them deep into the recesses of his heart. A sudden twinge filled his chest as he recalled the treatment you had been receiving from him and his brothers, drawing him away from the balcony. He tried to ignore the surprise on your face at his curt apology, before returning to his room.

Lucifer had never apologized to you before, or at least since you'd told him about your past. But now he had politely excused himself with one. You weren't even sure as to what he had fully said to you, your brain more focused on the fact that the word "sorry" had even left his mouth. A demon you'd come to recognize as a man smothered with pride had never acted this way towards you, most times he'd simply leave your presence without a word unless you were in front of Diavolo. And even then it sounded forced, unlike the natural apology that he had uttered upon leaving.

Around dinnertime the next week marked the moment you fully recognized the change in the Eldest's behavior. He'd called you away to his office to speak about something, telling his brothers to eat without the two of you. The scent of freshly grilled salmon hit your nose as you followed behind him, and he beckoned you to take a seat beside him. The meal laid out before you was much more plentiful from your usual meal, and you could almost imagine how difficult it must've been to get this in here while also keeping it so warm and fresh. "Go on, dig in. The fish is not going to bite back, you know?" Confusion muddled your mind at his rather playful tone, carefully cutting off a piece before taking a bite. It was...

Delicious. As if you were indulging in a Five star meal at a fancy restaurant in the Human World. Your apprehension died down with each bite, and you swore if you had a tail it would've been wagging at the speed of sound. "You like it, I see. Good, I had Hell's Kitchen deliver it so we could dine together. Its a type of salmon called "The Demon King's Salmon". We're in the middle of their mating season right now, so that means they're more wild than usual as well as more rich in flavor." You had been nodding along absentmindly at first, but slowly you realized just how much this must have cost and nearly choked. Coughing into a napkin, you tried your best not to waste the pieces of salmon stuck in your throat. But it seemed you just needed a comforting pat on the back to swallow properly, one that nearly sent you into a state of shock.

Worried crimson eyes examined you as Lucifer gave firm pats to your back, only stopping once the choked noises stopped. "You frightened me there, Mc. Do be more careful when you're eating." His words of comfort hit your eyes, nearly rattling you at your core. "J-jeez Lucifer. You're uh, acting a little different today. You doing alright?" He couldn't meet your eyes after you spoke those words, choosing to instead eat some of his own food. "I'm fine, Mc. I simply recognized that haven't been the best host is all."

Though it wasn't something the two of you did every night, you had formed a routine where you'd have dinner in his office and chat. It became something to look forward to for you. His brothers had noticed fairly quickly, but the Eldest would waved off their questioning. Lucifer had even begun walking to, around, and from RAD on the days Mammon didn't feel like it.

When one of them had interrogated you suddenly, you couldn't say you didn't expect it. They searched for a pact mark on your body, and questioned you about magic and curses. It took a while for it to settle into their minds that Lucifer was hanging around you of his own choice.

The Avatar of Pride had let you become close to him, and that was nothing less of an inhuman feat. Becoming a casual acquaintance of his was something hardly any demons could manage, but here you were. A human sitting together with him in the late hours of the day, dining with a fresh bottle of Demonus.

Nevertheless, you remained in your current space in his heart for a while. It was not until you had finally managed to bond with his siblings that he slowly let you through the many barriers that encased it. After the Attic incident, he spent a lot of days deep in thought. Lucifer hadn't realized the effect you seemed to have on him to its fullest extent until now, and seeing you dying in his brother's arms brought a pain to his being that he hadn't felt since the Fall and Lilith's passing.

You found yourself in his company more often than not. If you weren't hanging around his brothers and trying to repair their trust in Belphie, he was at least in the same room at all times. Upon his request, you had even slept in his room a few times. Should you have not been comfortable with the idea of sharing a bed with him, he bought a futon for this explicit purpose. One that is comfy as well as enchanted, for easy storage. He'll be quite persistent on having you take the bed, but with enough pressing he'll give in. The scent of honeysuckle and lavender began to cling to every surface in his room, creating a rather soothing smell.

Even as you grew even closer, Lucifer cherished the nights you spent alone together discussing whatever you felt like. Most of the time you would lead the conversations in the stories department, seeing as you had a surplus of adventures over the years in the Human World, but he chimes in with a few of his own every now and then.

On night in particular, a memory had come to mind a little while after you had left to fetch something from the kitchen. You had just wrapped up a rather interesting story about having met a famous pianist in the past, and the memory had surfaced after you excused yourself.

"Lucifer, you simply must meet him! His tales are so enchanting and his voice! Oh his voice, big brother! It puts any lyre in Heaven to shame." Lilith swooned, her hand excitedly tugging on the Seraphim's sleeve. The Eldest brother simply smiled down at her, ruffling her hair before ushering her off. "I'm sure he's lovely, Lilith. Now, head back with Beel and Belphie soon. It's getting late, and I'd appreciate if you can make sure they both eat and sleep tonight. You know how they are some days. I'll return once Michael and I are finished here."

Lucifer recalled how he had once originally thought of the man he'd known as Lilith's crush, and later lover. Though he only knew most of the details about Mc from before secondhand, it was obvious that his sister was head-over-heels for the human. Even as an Angel, he'd pictured you quite different based off of her descriptions. While the details she had told him were most certainly true, albeit a little over the top at times, Lucifer had once viewed you as what he believed to be the perfect man for his baby sister. Perhaps it was why he felt so disappointed upon realizing your true form, realizing that you were not some idealized version of yourself he'd made up in his head all those years ago.

His thoughts slowly deteriorated into something far closer to what he'd once teased Lilith about. Simple praises fading into mentally praising nearly everything about you. Hearing footsteps approach his door snapped him out of his small daze, now fully aware of the irony of the situation. Lucifer bit back the laugh that threatened to spill from his lips, leaning back in his chair as the door creaked open.

Mammon:(I have rewritten this so many times im djefifhs)

At first, you had been quite a nuisance to the Avatar of Greed. A living being he had become tethered to, initially metaphorically but later physically. To say the least, Mammon was not exactly thrilled to be acting as your guardian. It had taken a while for him to really even notice anything off about you, as most of his thoughts towards you had been complaints.

He may have picked up on a few after forming a pact with you and helping you with a few things, but nothing that he could fully set in stone as weird or out of the ordinary. His usual crowd tended to be witches, sorcerers, demons, and the occasional human creditors, so it was hard to completely pinpoint what would be seen as abnormal human behaviors.

Before your conversation with Lucifer, Mammon had found himself feeling rather strangely about you. Despite being pretty close to a self-proclaimed Casanova, he struggled to grapple with the way he felt around you. The tightness in his chest seeing you sit closer to Beel than him, the pattering of his heart as you gave him the gentlest of friendly touches, the redness in his face at even the smallest word of praise. Seeing as he couldn't comprehend the feeling, he chose to reject it. All the while failing to notice that he still seeked it out.

Maybe if the nature of your past had been revealed to him later on, when he wasn't in such a state of emotional turmoil, he may have taken it better. Or it may have stung far worse. But what was done was done, for better or for worse.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't slightly hurt that you had not been the one to reveal it to him. Mammon would've preferred hearing it directly from you, not from another one of his brothers who happened to be close enough to overhear. Upon hearing the news, he's torn between making a beeline for you room and demanding answers or avoiding you entirely. As your Guardian slacked off from his job more and more, it became clear he chose the latter.

Any sort of progress you had made into some sort of bond with the Second Eldest brother was further back than you had started with in the first place. He once more became standoffish and brash, his holier than thou persona of the Great Mammon cranked farther past eleven. Through his external mask, you could see the fragments of hurt underneath, but that hurt faded into something more malicious.

Unless he absolutely needed to be there, he was often nowhere to be seen. A part of you missed seeing him barge into your room like an excited puppy. Still, you weren't completely lonely. It was relaxing to be in the company of the members of the Purgatory Hall. Solomon and you had actually bonded quite a bit over your similar life experiences, often spending your lunch breaks and the occasional weekend chatting and exchanging stories.

On one such occasion, Mammon happened to overhear the two of you in the common room. He hadn't meant to stick around, rather he was simply looking for where Lucifer had hid Goldie that morning. Yet, something stopped him from leaving. As he stood in the doorframe, he found himself listening intently to what you and Solomon had been discussing. Although it may have been a little invasive, perhaps it was for the best that the Avatar of Greed had chosen to be nosy.

"Ah, the tea has gone cold." Solomon chuckled, setting the cup back onto the saucer. "Have we really been talking for that long?" "So it seems. Well, it gives me an opportunity to showoff some more spells for you." You raised your eyebrows as the Sorcerer rolled up his sleeves. He uttered a few words that you recognized as Latin, loosely translating to something along the lines of "return aquatic warmth". The phrase brought a smile to your lips, catching his attention after the spell had ran its course. "Is my spellcasting that impressive, Mc?" His voice held an obvious teasing tone to it, earning a laugh from you before you gently waved him off. "It certainly is Solomon, but that's not what I was thinking of." Though he pouted at your words, he urged you to continue. "I was just thinking of how long it has been since I've heard someone speak Latin, let alone as fluently has you just did. Hell, I haven't spoken it myself in years after that brief span of time I worked as a Latin Professor in England."

"A lot of your stories revolve around that geographical location, Mc. If it's not to prying, may I ask as to why? Personally I prefer much more fair weather areas." Solomon questioned in between sips of tea. For a moment you paused, perplexed by the question. While you had visited a variety of different places all over the world, you failed to notice that most of the time you found yourself in the general area of the set of isles. "Well, the only reason that comes to mind is that I met Lilith there." You spoke after some time, unaware of the way a nearby demon perked up at the name.

The Avatar of Greed watched with bated breath, listening as you detailed how you had first met his sister. His eyes couldn't help but follow your hands as you put emphasis on certain statements, unknowingly leaning in while you continued. The way that praises fell from your lips so easily made it clear to both members of your audience that you truly loved the Angel, to such an extent that it actually reminded Mammon of her. He'd always teased Lilith in the past for how much she'd ramble on and on about just what she loved about a human male that she had met one day after sneaking away from the Celestial Realm. Despite all his teasings, he had never challenged her love and admiration for the boy she'd fallen for. Most of the time he had outright encouraged it, failing to notice just how deeply Lilith's devotion to her lover was. But hearing just how equally devoted you were to her brought forth a rather painful realization.

After the Fall, Mammon had grown to resent you. Or at least who he imagined the man that his sister started a war to save, one that she would later die in. When she'd first fallen for Mc, he'd imagine that the human would be a simple crush that she'd soon get over. Even if she had delved into a deep relationship with you, Mammon still did not believe that she would go as far as to go against their Father's wishes and mess with a human's lifespan. With grief fogging his mind, a cruel caricature formed of the man that he felt was directly responsible for the death of his little sister. His brain had latched onto this version of Mc as a form of stress relief, something to direct his frustrations towards in between caring for his brothers. Honestly, it was easier of an idea for him to deal with at the time, as most of his emotional effort went into assisting his brothers in coping with the Fall and caring for the demon birthed from the remains of smoldering wings. The idea of you being an actually decent person was often ignored, pressed to the back of his mind.

Yet, you were nothing like he had imagined. Kind, caring, devoted, and many more words described you far better than what Mammon had portrayed you as. Once the secret of your past had been revealed, he'd once more thought you to be the selfish being he had once believed you to be. But still, you remained the same person he had originally formed a pact with. In that moment a deep feeling of regret settled inside of him, for not only his actions but the way he had always thought of you.

"Mammon? What are you doing here?" You voice shattered his train of thought. Looking into your worried eyes, he suddenly realized just how close he was to you and Solomon. While he had been deep in thought, somewhere along the line he had begun drawing closer and closer to the couch that the two of you sat on. In his current position he had been nearly breathing down your neck, and though his sudden closeness did startle you, the troubled look in his eyes kept you from acting out of fear. Instead of responding, the demon instead began to stutter with a flushed face before scurrying off. "He's been there for a good 30 minutes now, you know. He was just standing in the doorway before."

The day after that night, you were suddenly overcome with the feeling of being followed. The sensation only faded when your Guardian demon was beside you, an event that had become more and more frequent. Though not an immediate process, you found Mammon at your side more and more often. This was not limited to the times that you were outside of the safety of HOL either. Even inside the house you found him seeking you out, giving a half baked excuse with a red face when you asked about the reasoning behind his sudden clinginess. You were aware that he had overheard you speaking about Lilith the other night, but it was surprising to see the sort of affect that it had on him.

Mammon wasn't incredibly quick to ease back into the way you would be around each other before, but it wasn't awfully long until he was once more glued to your hip. Actually, he was a lot more glued to your hip than before, putting in the effort to keep true to what he had promised you. A part of you wished his other brothers could have been there when Leviathan and Lucifer nearly had a heart attack seeing Mammon become so alert and protective of you.

While you hadn't received a proper apology from the demon, he was definitely acting far sweeter than before. It seemed that Mammon was more of the "actions speak louder than words" type. If you had seen something you wanted, it wasn't long before in ended up somewhere in your bedroom. Needed someone to come with you to something? Mammon is at your side in an instant. A lot of his "tsundere" personality is somewhat toned down a good bit, still sorta there but not as strong as it had been after you'd first made a pact.

Something he'd also become fond of was taking you with him on late night drives. While his brothers may have complained about the loud noises so late in the day, especially Asmo and Luci, they eventually gave up on reprimanding the two of you. Most of the time Mammon would just drive until either you fell asleep or he grew tired, but occasionally he would take you out to quiet spots where you could see the stars. On those nights, Mammon would wait for you to fall asleep before scooting close and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Though you may not have been awake to hear it, it brought him some form of solace to whisper words of adoration and a promise of protection into your ear as you slept.

Alas, he had failed you once again as a result of his brothers' scheme to bring you and Lucifer closer. The pure agony in the sobs that shook his form were potent, enough to make Belphegor at least pause his chaotic laughter at your dying body in Mammon's arms. Mammon had not cried as hard as he did that night since the Fall, and the sound of his pained wails brought back heart-wrenching memories of his smoldering wings and bloodied face. He was only somewhat soothed as you managed to come back to life, pitiful wails dying down into loud sobs while he buried his face into your chest. The sound of your beating heart and flowery smell soothed him to sleep that night, the only thing allowing him a peaceful sleep.

Mammon quickly went from glued to your side to attached at the hip. If you were going somewhere he insisted on accompanying you or at least making you take one of his brothers with you. He settled down a good month after the Attic incident, trusting you to call upon him should you need him. You even have a custom ringtone on his D.D.D. that's louder than any of his other contacts. One time you had called to ask him about something and stubbed your toe in the middle of conversation. The noise of pain alerted him and he threw the phone aside and began dashing to your location. The second he saw you, he hurried over and began checking for any injuries.

One night, Mammon fully recognized just how devoted he had suddenly became to you. Fond memories of how Lilith used to speak about you came to mind as the two of you sat together, watching a movie in his room. He could no longer focus on it, despite the amount of explosions and special effects, instead lost in thought while running his hands through your hair. A soft smile crossed his face as he looked at you, the glow of the TV seeming highlighting you in a way that made you look ethereal. He wanted nothing more in that moment to snuggle into your exposed neck, but you had caught onto his staring too soon. He'd simply have to wait until he either had another lucky moment or he gained the courage to actually confess the feelings he held towards you.

Leviathan:

Leviathan wasn't exactly suspicious of you before or after the formation of your pact. You were just some random normie to him at first, but a random normie he could use to get his money back from Mammon. He had begun to view you as a sort of friend after sealing the deal with you, someone to spend time with him despite his tendency to get carried away while talking. While he didn't spend as much time with you as his brothers did, which was mostly his own fault, Levi still enjoyed your company.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel some excitement whenever you would accept his offers of bingeing anime or a video game marathon, to the point that he'd began thinking about buying a few things to keep in his room to make you feel more at home. A decent handful of Human World or Human-safe Devildom snacks were in his Akuzon cart, alongside a few custom gaming things. Levi had held off on actually purchasing these products though, as he didn't want to come off too strong and weird you out. The two of you had just recently became friends, so you hadn't fully set boundaries with each other yet.

It's fairly likely that he's the last of the brothers to actually find out about your past. He probably wasn't in the same room when you had pulled Lucifer away for a chat, nor was he aware of the word spreading around the house about you. Watching his brothers suddenly distance themselves from you confused him, especially when Mammon refused to be in the same room as you. He had continued interacting with you as normal, deciding to just ask you or one of his brothers about it later.

You happened to get to him first about it, on a day that he had made plans for both of you to watch a recent anime that he'd been keeping an eye on for months. In the days leading up to the release, he'd been excitedly telling you all the details that he knew from the manga it was based off of as well as some of the leaked promotional art, with you giving your own personal input. Underneath the dim lights of his room, you and Levi sat through some commercials as you waited for the show to start. It was then he had brought up the question, and although you were nervous to tell him, you felt it best not to keep him in the dark. Plus, it felt better to tell him yourself rather than one of the others telling him.

Though you tried to go about the topic of your past in the gentlest way possible, finding out who you actually were still upset him greatly. When he shifted into his demon form you were worried he might've attacked you again, but he simply began to sulk on the floor and tell you to leave. Reaching out to him to offer some comfort only upset him more, and once he started hissing you took it as your queue to leave.

He wasn't exactly sure what he was more mad about, the fact that you were Mc, the same one his sister loved, or that you had been lying to him about your true self. Truthfully, he felt betrayed by the whole situation. He may not be the best with friendships, but he felt hurt that you didn't confide in him first. Both before and after the Fall he had not had much of an opinion on the boy that Lilith had fallen in love with, but the Envy that coursed through his veins suddenly brought forth a resentment he had never held before.

No matter what form Leviathan had taken over the years, whether it be an Angel or Demon, he'd always found himself in a high ranking military position. Once the intial years of morning had passed, Levi had accepted the role of the General of Hell's Navy. In a way, it helped him ease into being a demon better than the time he spent locked away in his room. While he wasn't always actively commanding, most of the time that wasn't spent on his interests was spent training or strategizing. He didn't really have time to dwell on his thoughts on you.

Yet, as the feelings of Envy and years of painful memories clashed together in his mind, an unfamiliar rage filled him. He too began avoiding you and would yell at you to go away if you asked to come into his room. You came to realize that if you wanted to try and fix things with him, you'd likely need to catch him when he was outside of his room. Thus, you hatched a plan to draw him out slowly.

Though he was one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, it was rare to catch the Avatar of Envy out and about in town. Unless he had to go grocery shopping, Levi would only be seen out of the house whenever an important anime or game event was happening. This day in particular happened to be the release of a new game that he'd been looking forward to for years now, eagerly watching the development from the posts of the team's official Devilgram.

By the time he had got there the line was already fairly long, making the demon slightly nervous. Sure, he could always get a copy later, but these specific copies from this specific store were incredibly special in comparison to the other ones. They were limited edition copies that came with all of the DLC, as well as a figurine of the main character and a few replicas of in-game items. He'd tried to arrive as early as possible since the store had placed a rule against camping outside the entrance for a set amount of time, but he was held up by one of Lucifer's lectures regarding his grades on Seductive Speechcraft. Arguing with him or trying to escape would've only made him sit and listen to Lucifer for longer, so he begrudgingly sat through his older brother's lecturing and ran out the door once he was finished.

The line itself was full of a bunch of different types of demons, some of them being people he recognized from the Navy or a few of the Devildom's conventions. The other people were not as rowdy as he expected, but seeing as the doors wouldn't open for another hour they likely wouldn't be worked up by now. Seeing as he was going to be there for a while and didn't really have any desire to chat with those around him, he decided to pull out his Demontendo Switch and play some Devil Crossing.

Halfway through planting a new tulip garden, the line began to fill with chatter around him. Checking the time confirmed that it was about 5 minutes until the doors would open, so he was quick to save his game and prepare for the inevitable rush to get inside. As much as the owners of the shop would've liked there to be a calm, single file line, demons tended to be rather unpredictable. Leviathan still remembered the day of the most recent "The Seven Lords" release, after a Wrath demon ended up in quite a scuffle with a Greed demon over the last copy. It was rather likely that something similar would happen again, since the limited edition copies were so, well, limited.

When the doors finally opened, everyone rushed inside as expected. Levi had memorized the location of the display that would hold what he was looking for a few days prior to release, so he eagerly weaved in and out of the crowd to get to it. Yet, upon reaching the display, he was met with a sight that at first disappointed him, and then confused him. The shelves had been completely empty by the time he reached it, but as an envious rage began to stir within him he found an odd sight at the far end of the display. He hadn't expected to see you here of all places, let alone crouched so low to the floor in front of a rather pissed looking demon. Levi couldn't see exactly what you were holding onto, but over the chatter of the other customers he could make out that you had something that the demon in front of you wanted.

Getting closer, he was surprised to see a small pool of red beginning to stain the yellow carpet below you. Were you bleeding? Did the demon attack you? While he still didn't want to be around you all that much, he knew an awful punishment would be awaiting him should he let you get yourself killed over whatever you were so latched onto. He thought the demon would've put up more of a fight when he loomed over both of you in his Demon form, but they simply scurried away in fear. You slowly uncurled yourself to look at your savior, locking eyes with the otaku you hadn't seen in weeks. "Hey Levi! Thanks for the help." Levi cringed a little at the way you smiled up at him, bleeding heavily from your nose and acting like it wasn't there. Once you finally stood up and turned around, he saw what you had been practically guarding with your life. The box set of the limited edition copy he had been looking for was clutched closely to your chest, albeit with a few droplets of blood smeared across the surface.

"I'd say that I didn't expect to see you here, but to be honest I did. I was just hoping that I would've got in and out before you got here." You confessing, rubbing the back of your neck in an embarrassed manner. "Why? So you could buy the game before I could?" His tone made you flinch for a moment, but you continued to keep your pleasant composure. "I'll explain soon, just wait for me outside, okay?" "...Fine."

After a couple of minutes you met up with him outside, the box cleaned of crimson droplets and your nose thoroughly cleaned but still bruised. "Sorry about the wait, Miss Honey wouldn't let me leave before she took care of my whole broken nose thing." You chuckled nervously. "Miss Honey?" Levi mused in an uncouth manner. "Ah, yeah. She's the owner of the shop. I worked part time here for a bit and sorta became friends with her? Miss Honey is an older lady, so she doesn't have many people to talk to besides her grandkids when they visit. But, enough about that. Here." Eagerly, you presented the box to him. He raised an eyebrow at you, analyzing the situation before quickly snatching up the box. Levi found no sort of damages to the box and all of the collectables were inside, confirming to him that you weren't pulling some trick on him. "I was gonna just leave it in front of your door with a note, but since you're here now I might as well give it to you." "Why are you giving this to me? Do you want something?" It was understandable that he thought you may have had ulterior motives, but you didn't take it personally. "Oh, no no! I just remembered that you said you were really looking forward to this game so I wanted to get it for you. Miss Honey let me line up in front early so I would have a better chance at getting it." "I... I... uhm." "Well, I'll see you back at the House of Lamentation. I'm feeling a little lightheaded."

It took Leviathan a bit to come to terms with what he had just witnessed. You had gotten into a fight with a demon that could very well kill you, only to give him the very thing that you had been fighting to keep. Memories of you smiling yet bloodied face came to mind every time he looked at the box, and he couldn't bring himself to open it up and play the game he'd been waiting so long for. He fully expected you to demand some sort of favor in return for the game, but you never did. The most you had mentioned anything about it was when you asked him if he was enjoying the game while he escorted you around RAD in Mammon's place.

Similar to Mammon, he preferred to ease into being around you. Lingering in the same room at a distance, only closing the gap when he felt more comfortable in your general vicinity. You remained patient with him, allowing him to inch closer and closer at his own pace. The biggest step he had taken with you was inviting you into the common room to watch the anime from before, muttering something about never getting around to watching the show and you had already wanted to watch it with him anyway.

He had never been too comfortable with touching before you had confessed to him about your past, but something in him made him want to bring you physically closer to him. Butterflies filled his stomach as his pinkie crossed over yours one night and you made no move to pull away, instead linking yours with his.

Only after the Attic incident did he allow you back into his room, and if he was being honest he never wanted you to leave once you entered. You allow him to coddle you, the upset expression he gave you when you tried to do things on your own too heartbreaking to bear. Want something to eat or drink? He just so happens to have some Human food here, let him get you some. Bored? Come out of the bedtub and play some games or what some anime with him. Just make sure you grab the Henry controller and headphones. Lucifer had to fight quite a bit with Levi to get him to let you go so you could attend RAD. Even so, Leviathan attended more in person classes just to be around you. With how much he followed after you like a lost puppy, he was beginning to make Mammon jealous.

On nights that you've fallen asleep in his room and he's left alone with his thoughts, his mind sometimes drifts to Lilith. He never had time as an Angel or Demon to dwell too much on his sister's praises of you, but as the memories returned to him he couldn't help but smile. "I've never met a man as sweet as Mc. Not even an Angel could compare to how kind he is. He's such a massive sweetheart." Lilith had swooned one night in a conversation with Belphegor. His eyes drifted towards your sleeping form, focusing on the fantasy amulet hung around your neck. The same one that had come in the box set you'd given him. "You are a sweetheart, huh?" "...What was that Levi?" ".......aaaaAAAAAAA"

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(I woulda posted this sooner but I was uhm, as the cool kids say, "Hungover as fuck" multiple times) (I only drink on holidays lmaoo my alcohol tolerance is shit)

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