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How to get diabetes 101 (GUWIGDIEGDUGDGSJSHEKSHWKKS 🩷🩷🩷)

Not sure if you take requests like these but a fic inspired by this with Caleb?💕

https://www.tumblr.com/wttcsms/768539625247719424/thinking-abt-reader-being-an-absolute-sweetheart?source=share

(Link) Of course! :D I changed the plot very slightly by modernizing it and making them neighbors in an apartment building instead of a small town but everything else is the same (cause I feel like it's easier to make friends in a small town, as someone who spends summers in one).

- Content: I recommend reading the original post in the link first. Neighbors AU, Caleb x any!reader, cw J*sephine (LMAO I hate her but she's nice here I promise), slow burn ig (?) it's a one-shot how slow could it be XD, slightly suggestive at the end. - Word count: ~1.4k

New beginnings are filled with open doors and opportunities. And damn, you were determined to make the most of your fresh start. Sure, it wasn't a big apartment, but it was yours, and that's all you've ever wanted.

The first day you moved in, you hadn't finished unpacking when there was a knock at your door. You thought it might be more boxes that had arrived, but the old lady on the other side certainly didn't look like she worked for a moving company, slice of sponge cake in her hands.

"Ah! Hello! I heard some unusual noises happening and couldn't help being nosy and asking if someone was moving in," she smiled sweetly, "I hope you don't mind, I came to introduce myself and give you a welcome gift. I live right across from you, my name's Josephine."

Sure enough, the cake looked delicious. You introduced yourself and happily took the slice, promising to give the plate back after washing it. There was some small talk, nothing really relevant, but it left you with a warm feeling of community as you closed the door. How nice of her.

The next day you knocked on her door to return the washed dish, and pay your compliments at her baking skills.

"Thank you, sweetie, I'm happy you liked the cake. How are you settling in?"

"Good, good. There are still some boxes to unpack, but nothing I can't handle," you nodded with determination.

More small talk flowed, and you seized the opportunity to look in from the threshold, curiously examining the homey details that filled the entrance hallway.

You learned through conversation that she lived alone, but you learnt through observation that she had a... grandson? You couldn't really tell, the pictures were too far away for you to check properly, but she was in them, along with a younger male figure. Probably.

She waved goodbye, thanking you for the company, and you thanked her as well for her kindness. To be honest, you didn't really have much company either, since the place you had moved to was completely new, and you weren't about to make friends working from home, so, it was a start.

A couple of days later, better settled and prepared to start using the kitchen for actual proper meals, you found yourself cooking some fried rice and realized you had made too much by accident. It wasn't odd, you were used to cooking for your family back home and having to make larger portions, so you weren't used to making meals for one.

You could keep it as leftovers, but an idea surged in your mind: Since Josephine had been so nice with the cake, why not share this? There wasn't much else you could do for her, but cooking? That was one of your specialties.

She opened the door after a couple of knocks, smile immediately on her face as she saw you. You explained your situation and insisted she have some of the surplus fried rice. She was both delighted and taken aback, but ultimately agreed. You also took the opportunity to exchange phone numbers.

That night she sent you a text thanking you and complimenting your skills, a barrage of nice words flooding the chat. She was really impressed.

Fast forward a couple of weeks, you had been exchanging food quite often, with you bringing her leftovers and her giving you baked treats, although sometimes you were the one bringing her sweets, too!

You still hadn't gotten to see the interior of her house, not that it really mattered, and certainly not because you were curious to see the pictures up-close.

However, your doubts about her possible descendant were dissipated one day as you made the usual small talk.

"Don't mind me asking, but out of curiosity, do you live alone?" she asked with a smile, "I wouldn't be surprised if you had snatched a good partner for yourself with your cooking abilities. You know what they say, the way to a person's heart is through their stomach!" she laughed.

You laughed along, shaking your head.

"No, no, I live alone and I don't have a partner. Haven't had the time to really socialize with the move and catching up with work," you explained.

You could swear a glint of mischief danced in her eyes at your admission.

"Really? Well, you know, I have a grandson that's about your age... If I could choose someone for him, I'd choose a person like you," she spoke innocently, "tell you what, keep yourself single for a bit longer until he comes back from his trip, and then you can meet him. Who knows..."

If you had been eager to know more about the mysterious figure in the pictures, now you were overwhelmed, because the woman started talking about him, and wouldn't. Stop.

She told you about his work as a Colonel in the Air Forces, about how he was a skilled cook too, about how good he was with animals (nevermind how she made it sound like she was talking about kids), about how he was fun and interesting and smart and you should definitely meet him.

In your mind, you pitied the poor guy. Really, if your grandma acted this way about you with a stranger, you would be embarrassed. If he was really as great as she was saying, he probably even had a girlfriend already and he simply hadn't told her. So you nodded politely and smiled and told her "sure, I'll come say hi when he returns".

The days went by and you forgot about that little conversation. Your curiosity about the guy was more or less satiated as far as your gossipiness went, and you were busy doing other work related and life related things to fully settle - formalities and documents and money and blah blah blah…

"I've officially bested myself," you smiled as you held the oven-hot cake with mittens.

It was a masterpiece, fluffy, flavorful, light but filling, with a delicious smell, it was a no brainer that you had to share a slice with your lovely neighbor. You let it cool before cutting a piece.

Your clothes and some of your face were still covered in flour, but hey, there was enough familiarity between you two that you didn't really mind if she saw your messy state, you cared more about her opinion on your recent creation.

Knock, knock.

You waited in front of her door, humming a random song. Muffled steps. Uh- Was it just you or they sounded different from usual? Maybe she had bought new shoes or something.

The door opened.

"Hi, Josephine! I just made-"

Stop. That is not Josephine. Your eyes moved up, used to the shorter height of the old lady, until they landed on amethyst ones. That's her grandson.

And by the looks of things, he had just arrived, still wearing the uniform of the Air Forces. It didn't do him any disservices, highlighting his broad shoulders and long legs. Focus.

"Let me guess," he said with a smirk before you could get a word out, "you're who my grandma keeps insisting I marry."

Oh no. She had been talking about you with him, too?

"I'm... I... You're Caleb?" You blinked repeatedly, remembering the name she had given you some time ago.

He didn't answer right away, letting his gaze roam down across your figure unashamed, which brought a warmth to your cheeks. Josephine peeked out into the hallway, waved at you with a smile, and disappeared again. You were on your own here.

"Yes, I'm Caleb," he nodded, "and you're... Covered in flour."

He reached to wipe some off your cheek with his gloved hand, your body pinned to the spot by his sheer presence, despite how friendly he seemed.

"I was baking. I made a cake and decided to bring a slice," you lifted the plate slightly to show him.

"Yeah, my grandma is always bragging about how you make the best food ever. You won't mind if I try it myself, right?" he smiled and tilted his head with gentleness, although his eyes held a different tune, "I have to check if you're as good of a spouse as she's been saying."

And oh, you were sure he was going to take his time checking.

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Good luck besties, good luck✨💫🎉🥳

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No as a matter of fact, I’m not okay. Infold really be out there testing how long I can go f2p. 😭😭

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CHAT MAY WE ALL GET OUR DESIRED LIS!!!! AND IF WE WANT ALL FOUR OF THEM MAY THEY COME HOME EARLY TO US!!!!! BEST OF LUCK FOR THIS SEX QUAD AND LET US ALL PRAY FOR OUR WALLETS

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It’s not fun if you figure it out 😔

It's been awfully quiet today... Makes me think a certain kitten is planning an ambush soon.

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Hello 👋, I hope you're doing well..

My name is Mahmoud, and I'm a 17-year-old from Gaza. The ongoing war has devastated my city, destroyed my school, and made daily life incredibly challenging.

Despite these hardships, I'm determined to continue my education and build a better future. I've been given a chance to study abroad, but I need help to cover the costs of leaving Gaza, as well as living expenses and other essentials abroad once the crossing opens.. 🙏

If you can, please consider donating or sharing, your kindness can truly make a difference, and thanks for your time. ❤🍉

https://gofund.me/bd3ccf0b 🔗

I have donated my bit, and to any of you all who want to help this is the link. Please support these people as if they were your own family here. There goal is almost complete!

If you can’t donate make sure you’re at least boycotting Israeli products and companies! 🍉

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may the baby dragon find his way home to you girlies. 𓈒⟡₊⋆∘˚⊹ ࿔

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For anyone who couldn't watch the Obey Me! Overture Concert and Bonus Segment, here's the link to a google drive file of the recordings :)

The recordings were provided by @/mammonsbaby on instagram and I asked if it was okay to share it on tumblr as well :)

(convo under the cut)

|| Divider made by @jeschalynn ||

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Hello tumblr, i opened this account because i need your help.

Right now my city Valencia has been flooded with more than 200 people dead and 1900 missing person.

Im going to open commission for fanfics, i will donate 100% of the money to the victims of my city.

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Was it selfish? Sure.

But The Avatar of Greed himself can be excused for a bit selfishness here and there, could he not?

Being selfish didn’t come as a bother to him, hell, it was a part of him.

What did bother him was the fact the stupid human was making him want to be selfish.

And then without thought—

“…Listen. The next time your life’s in danger, I’m gonna be the one to save you, all right? Don’t you forget that.”

And as if that wasn’t bad enough to say to a human you met weeks ago—

“…And if I can’t manage to save ya, then make sure you die, got it?!”

“It’s me or no one, understand?!”

He wanted to bury himself alive at the confused look you gave him. Of course, you’d do that— making him look like a fool, his thoughts were reasonable you were the one making it weird—!

After a beat you smiled.

“Got it!”

You said it as a joke, he could hear it in your tone. But damn you for making his heart beat like that! Who in hell smiles after someone practically asks them to die?!

His human is strange.

And it’s their damn fault for making him love them.

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Am I the only one who finds it so sexy when writers do their research? 🗣️

Anon here, I was just wondering— reader is clearly a hunter. You’ve said it yourself. I don’t want to criticise your version of reader but I’m genuinely wondering; how come reader is a hunter who has gone through rigorous training sessions and combat lessons, and can’t defend herself against easy targets like Reese or the rxpists? She, at the very least, has some basic self defense skills, but couldn’t even grab he gun from Reese when he pointed it at her? It bugs me alot. Sorry if I’m being rude, but is there a reason for this?

Yes, there is a clear explanation for this. It’s not that she cant defend herself—she absolutely can. However, I deliberately portrayed her struggle against her captors as less than perfect because it was realistic given the circumstances.

After being subjected to extreme stress, starvation, and emotional + physical exhaustion, both her physical and mental abilities would have been significantly impaired. It’s important to consider that these conditions would slow her reflexes, cloud her judgment, and drain her energy, making it difficult to execute her trained combat skills as effectively as she would under normal conditions. Even the most skilled hunter wouldn’t be at their best after enduring such trauma.

That being said, if you recall, she did manage to land a kick on one of her attempted rapist, but the combination of her weakened state and their greater physical strength meant she was still easily overpowered.

She also tried the same move on Sylus when she was still in decent shape. She very well took advantage of her training.

I didn’t want her to be completely helpless, so she does have basic self defense skills but is overpowered by the circumstances of her situation, whether it be starvation, extreme psychological stress, or exhaustion. She’s human after all 🙂

I wanted to reflect how vulnerability in such dire circumstances affects even the most trained individuals. It felt more authentic and true to the situation, than let’s say, she’s still kicking ass despite everything she’s been through lol.

It’s not rude to ask questions or want clarification by the way! I do like when people ask about my work. I have my reasons for writing Reader the way I did as I feel it aligns more with what I’m trying to portray. Also this is x reader technically. I want my audience to feel her emotions and relate to her in a way, so portraying this as realistically as I can to the actual human experience while still immersing you guys in this universe is important to me ≽^•⩊•^≼

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Amen. 🙏

sifting through the lucifer tags like a desperate miner looking for a crumb of gold because i want my beautiful workaholic husband from obey me not the bug eyed looking thing from hazbin

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WELCOME PAGE

Hello to everyone who’s here reading my blog! Thank you all for spending time reading my half-assed fics! I would also like to mention that I am a first-time writer and English isn’t my first language.

Also to be noted, I am in last year of college and an overall lazy person so my posting wouldn’t be very consistent.

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I am not uncomfortable writing smut but I’m terrible at it. So until further notice I will not be writing smut.

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Masterlist

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MASTERLIST

FICS

The Demon Bros Reacting To MC Getting Cursed By a Love Potion:- older brothers, younger brothers & bonus.

The older brothers reacting to MC converting from a sheep to a human.

DRABBLES

Solomon isn't a jealous man

Poolside Jealosuy (lucifer and Diavolo)

Mammon's human is strange

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Doing this bc I’m scared to and won’t on my own

if this gets 5k notes by October 20th, I will tell my dad about my eating disorder and get help to recover + therapist

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if either one of those is broken, I’m reducing the time limit, basically making it less likely to hit the goal on time

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tagging is okay

Might delete later(sorry!) because I’m scarrredddd, I don’t wanna tell my dad >:l

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Lucifer knew something was wrong. He was not fond of how Diavolo had called for you, his tone was soft nearly vulnerable, unlike his 24/7 happy-go-lucky voice. He had a feeling where this was going....

He is a friend nonetheless, and as much as his pride wont let him to confess; he overthinks often.

You were in the living room devilsiting with the others. The serenity manor is huge and with all his brothers there, he could almost mistake it for House Of Lamentation.

He crawls behind your seat on the couch, his hand almost touching your shoulder. almost.

"Mc, Diavolo was looking for you"

His voice calm, contradicting the twist in his guts. He should be above such feelings.

You comply, of course you do, Diavolo's your friend too. He wants to stop you, he almost does.

"Hey Mc..."

"Actually, Nevermind"

He shouldn't. Diavolo is a friend and he wants to see MC, for whatever reason that's none of his concern.

Living with his obnoxious brothers who bring chaos and trouble anywhere they go, no one knows and cherishes privacy and peace like lucifer does.

Then why, he asks himself, why is he trying to spot the both of you from the window and why are his feet leading him to the poolside when he can't see you through the window?

It's too late now, he's already in earshot and unnoticed. As Diavolo starts speaking his ears perk up.

Diavolo confesses about the cursed karaoke room, which was quite obvious, for Lucifer at least. He'll hear a word or two from Lucifer but that's a different thing. He's apologising now-

Lucifer sighs with a tinge or relief he'll refuse to admit. Achieveing that assurance made him turn, ready to head back inside before he got caught.

"Whenever we're together. I have so much fun"

Lucifer halts at the words, a sinking feeling now present in his gut.

"I feel sort of nervous and yet happy at the same time"

Oh did Lucifer know that feeling. That feeling of butterflies, that feeling that drives you to be the best version of yourself, that feeling that gets your heart racing the feeling when you love someone. He was good at concealing them but they're feelings nonetheless. But for the first time in his life, Lucifer wished he was wrong.

"Um, MC... There's actually one more thing I wanted to tell you.."

Please don't.

Lucifer, too focused on the conversation that was playing out in front of him, had his fists clenched so tight, his knuckles were white and his nails were a breath away from drawing blood from his palms. It is also note-worthy, the look he was giving Diavolo, was enough to freeze devildom over.

He didn't get it. Why was he suddenly feeling so intense? Diavolo, like every other, has the right to his feelings, and he himself doesn't have a claim on MC.

"I truly adore you, MC and I..."

He also might have been drugged, cause no way in devildom was he so close to punching Diavolo's face if he continued that sentence while sober.

And thank Barbatos that he opened the at the right time.

He wouldn't punch Diavolo, that was just the anger talking.

He lies to himself.

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Lucifer knew something was wrong. He was not fond of how Diavolo had called for you, his tone was soft nearly vulnerable, unlike his 24/7 happy-go-lucky voice. He had a feeling where this was going....

He is a friend nonetheless, and as much as his pride wont let him to confess; he overthinks often.

You were in the living room devilsiting with the others. The serenity manor is huge and with all his brothers there, he could almost mistake it for House Of Lamentation.

He crawls behind your seat on the couch, his hand almost touching your shoulder. almost.

"Mc, Diavolo was looking for you"

His voice calm, contradicting the twist in his guts. He should be above such feelings.

You comply, of course you do, Diavolo's your friend too. He wants to stop you, he almost does.

"Hey Mc..."

"Actually, Nevermind"

He shouldn't. Diavolo is a friend and he wants to see MC, for whatever reason that's none of his concern.

Living with his obnoxious brothers who bring chaos and trouble anywhere they go, no one knows and cherishes privacy and peace like lucifer does.

Then why, he asks himself, why is he trying to spot the both of you from the window and why are his feet leading him to the poolside when he can't see you through the window?

It's too late now, he's already in earshot and unnoticed. As Diavolo starts speaking his ears perk up.

Diavolo confesses about the cursed karaoke room, which was quite obvious, for Lucifer at least. He'll hear a word or two from Lucifer but that's a different thing. He's apologising now-

Lucifer sighs with a tinge or relief he'll refuse to admit. Achieveing that assurance made him turn, ready to head back inside before he got caught.

"Whenever we're together. I have so much fun"

Lucifer halts at the words, a sinking feeling now present in his gut.

"I feel sort of nervous and yet happy at the same time"

Oh did Lucifer know that feeling. That feeling of butterflies, that feeling that drives you to be the best version of yourself, that feeling that gets your heart racing the feeling when you love someone. He was good at concealing them but they're feelings nonetheless. But for the first time in his life, Lucifer wished he was wrong.

"Um, MC... There's actually one more thing I wanted to tell you.."

Please don't.

Lucifer, too focused on the conversation that was playing out in front of him, had his fists clenched so tight, his knuckles were white and his nails were a breath away from drawing blood from his palms. It is also note-worthy, the look he was giving Diavolo, was enough to freeze devildom over.

He didn't get it. Why was he suddenly feeling so intense? Diavolo, like every other, has the right to his feelings, and he himself doesn't have a claim on MC.

"I truly adore you, MC and I..."

He also might have been drugged, cause no way in devildom was he so close to punching Diavolo's face, while sober.

And thank Barbatos that he made his entrance at the right time.

He wouldn't punch Diavolo, that was just the anger talking.

He lies to himself.

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