#{ I really hope this doesn't come off too harsh I am not trying to upset or attack anyone

[ecclectricity]

    ;; HAPPY WARRIORS RELEASE DAY!!!! 

        Yes I called out of work for this, no I don’t want spoilers lol. We’re ( @endlesscacophony​ and I ) starting with Azure Gleam, and then moving to Golden Wildfire. I’ll make sure to post a tag ( ;; fe3hopespoilers ) if I do end up writing any metas, headcanons, or musings ( or just screeches lol ) about the game in the first month. After that, I will stop tagging spoilers!

        That being said, a polite request for my buddies here: I don’t mind your opinions of any character, route, etc. If I see overt hate toward any individual, ship, or route, I will instantly block. I am so not joking at this point. I don’t care if it’s a ship I like, dislike, am ambivalent toward, etc., but at this point I am so over the discourse and vitriol I have seen in some places that I am adopting a zero tolerance policy. ( I would also like to take a moment and express this is directed at no one in particular, nor have I seen it before on my dash, but I am taking necessary precautions for my own and my partner’s enjoyment of the game ). If you have something negative to say, please find someone to rant to in DMs. I will never yuck your yum, but I will not stand for anyone else doing it to anyone else, either.

        On this day, more than any, please be kind. Please tell people you love them. Please spread enthusiasm and light in this fandom above all else. Have a goddamn blast with this game, ridiculously ooc, insane, unwieldy, or even the opposite hopefully! It’s just a game, it’s just some pixels and pretty lights. Don’t stress.

[mamisfavmosher]

Rhea x reader where he forgets Readers birthday because of how busy she's been and reader is upset she forgot, but Rhea makes it up to them in the end?

okay this wasn't specified smut so i just didn't write any.....

melting birthday candles // rhea ripley x fem!reader

warnings: language, suggestive language, slight angst

Readers POV

Rhea would be home any minute now and I was so excited. Today is my birthday and she promised that she would be home from work early to celebrate the night with me. I had everything set up, too.

There were balloons in my favorite colors floating in the air, all of the best candies in a bowl on the counter that are ready to go for the movie we're watching later on, and I even baked and decorated my own birthday cake.

All I needed now is Rhea.

I checked my phone to see if she had sent any messages on what time she would be arriving, but nothing appeared. Shrugging, I plopped down on the couch and watched some TV while I waited.

Time went by slowly as I watched episode after episode of old reruns. Maybe something happened? I checked my phone time after time and still got nothing. Curiously, I scrolled through social media. Clicking on Dom's story, a video popped up of all of them at a bar, laughing and smiling.

Tears stung my eyes as I accepted the sinking feeling that Rhea forgot my birthday. Sighing, I tidied up the kitchen and placed my cake in the fridge, tears continuously falling down my cheeks. I climbed into bed and fell asleep, hoping to forget all about today.

***

"Sorry, babe. Didn't mean to wake you up." Rhea whispered as she climbed into bed beside me. For a split second, I felt joy as I realized she was home, but quickly remembered the sadness she had caused me earlier. I remained silent and turned to sleep facing away from her. "Babe?"

"What?" My voice was more harsh than intended, but I guess it got the point across.

I felt her go still. "What's wrong? Did I do something?" She gently placed her hand on my arm and I quickly shrugged it off.

"Doesn't matter. Let me go back to sleep." I muttered while attempting to turn my body away from her even more.

Rhea's arm snaked around my waist and pulled me to face her. "Babe, it does matter. Whatever I did, I swear I'll make it up to you. I promise."

"Rhea, do you know why today was so special? Hm?" I sat up and crossed my arms. I watched as she slowly shook her head before talking again. "You should know! You promised to come home early from work to be with me. It's my birthday, Rhea! And you left me here to celebrate by myself!"

Her face immediately dropped. "Shit, baby, I'm sorry. Please, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot." She reached out to grab me, and this time, I cuddled into her embrace. Kissing my head and all parts of my face, she continued apologizing. "Can we re-celebrate tomorrow? I'll take the entire day off and we can do whatever you want?" Her hands held my face to look at her and a small smile crept onto my lips.

"Yeah. I guess we can do that." I giggled as she attacked my face with kisses.

"I really am sorry, babygirl," she sighed into my neck. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you right now?" She asked with a suggestive tone, her fingers playing with the waistband of my pajama shorts.

I hummed in pretend thought and smiled at her. "You know, there is something you can do."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." And with that, I pulled Rhea out of bed and down the stairs to try my homemade birthday cake, which she loved.

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hiiii! Hope your doing good! If you don't mind and have time can you do a comfort headcanons or anything with dorm leaders! I could really use some comfort rn my puppy died 4 days ago. A truck ran over her and I still can't accept that she's gone. I feel like she'll come back but ik she won't. And I am sorry for venting.

Hello, I'm doing pretty well. I'm sorry for the loss, and no worries, it didn't feel like a vent at all. I just wrote general comfort headcanons for this one, hope you like it and hope you feel better soon as well.

Dorm leaders comfort headcanons

Riddle

He's super awkward with comfort tbh because he himself never got comforted when he was young ;-;. That doesn't mean he won't try though, and he really does!

He usually does it when you two are alone. He might just hug you tightly, no words and just holding you. You can listen to his heartbeat if you want to as well.

If you are crying, he won't ask you why and instead he'll give you some space. If you ask him to help, he'll sit by and run his fingers through your hair, wiping your tears away gently.

He's going to be available for you almost at all times. You might think he's super busy being a dorm leader, but his priority is making sure you are okay. He might invite you to play with some hedgehogs to make you feel better too!

Leona

He's so awkward with comfort as well ;-;. But he asks himself what would comfort him the most and the answer happens to be sleeping. So, expect lots of naps!

If you're feeling sad or stressed, he'll just pick you up and place you next to him while he goes to sleep. He tells you to relax and wraps an arm around you, closing his eyes. Good luck escaping his grip btw haha

He can't comfort you well on the outside, and his words might come out harsh instead of helpful. But know that he's trying, and most of the times he'll comfort you through actions. If you look stressed in public, he'll help you discreetly by wrapping his tail on your leg.

He lets you rest your head on his chest when the two of you are together. You can doze off while listening to his heartbeat, he won't push you off even if he needs to go. He just wants you to get enough rest.

Azul

He too doesn't know how to comfort others well. He was bullied growing up and he's more comfortable with revenge. He might offer that to you at first but seeing you get more upset he just throws that idea out the window.

He's someone who hates seeing you cry. He'll wrap himself around you and whisper sweet nothings. He kisses the top of your head while holding you tightly. He does this mostly in private, but if you need to be comforted out in public, he'll move you out of the crowd and somewhere where you two don't have peering eyes.

He won't ask you what you are upset about after a few days. He just wants you to know that you can trust him and that you can rely on him when you need help. He holds your hand whenever you two are going somewhere together for a while, he's literally so clingy to help you feel better haha.

Overall, he's trying his best. If you need to cry, you can cry on his shoulder. If you want to get revenge? No contract needed!

Kalim

Probably the best at comfort out of all of the dorm leaders lol. He'll know something's wrong even before you break out into tears.

Kalim will ask you at first what's wrong but he won't push it. He'll quickly open his arms so you can hug him and he'll be busy wiping your tears away and saying kind words to you. He'll pull an all-nighter if he needs to for you!

Kalim knows that food usually makes people feel better. Kalim will try to make your favorite food, only for Jamil to enter and help Kalim out in the end. He surprises you in your room with the food and basically is like the sun when he sees you.

He's the brightest sunshine, and you can feel better when you're around him. He'll take you for a ride on the magic carpet if you want to as well. Besides, the wind in your hair most likely will make you feel better (not to mention the beautiful sky!).

Vil

He's usually so cold it's hard to imagine how he would comfort anyone. When he sees you upset, he panics a little since he knows that he's not the best with comfort. He might hurt you at first because he doesn't know how to comfort you well.

He'll ask Rook for help, and Rook tells him to just "act soft," whatever that means. Vil sighs and ends up approaching you quietly. He'll hug you, whispering sweet nothings while brushing your hair out of your face. He kisses the top of your head, your cheeks. He's surprised that he's actually not that bad at doing soft things haha.

Once you feel a bit better, he'll offer you to do skincare with him. Besides, doing self-care together is always fun. He does your hair in the end, and you can do his as well. It makes you forget about what was making you feel bad for a bit, and it makes you feel a bit brighter.

He'll check up on you from time to time after a few days. If someone made you feel bad btw, expect them to not show up to school for a few weeks (poison).

Idia

He's panicking. He hates seeing you sad, but he has no idea how to help! He ends up stuttering if you're alright and holding your hands. Ortho comes by and ends up latching himself on you as well. The siblings are basically asking together if you're okay haha.

Afterwards, Idia might just cuddle with you for a bit. You guys will be close together, and if you're crying he's brushing your tears away. He doesn't say much because he doesn't know what to say, but he's rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb while one arm is around you.

After you feel a little better, he'll ask if you want to watch a comfort anime of his or play some calmer video games (*cough* Animal Crossing *cough*). The two of you end up pulling an all-nighter while doing any of these activities haha.

He hates seeing you with a frown or crying, and he wants to do everything to make you feel better. Though he's scared to do much in public, he'll help you calm down at anytime of the day.

Malleus

He's so stoic, but he's a softie on the inside. He doesn't know comfort very well, but he's read books about it. Seeing you cry, he asks you what the matter is. If you don't answer, he won't push it and instead will just hug you.

He'll move you out of others' eyes if you two are in public and let you listen to his heartbeat, holding you close. He'll place a hand on your head and smooth your hair. He kisses your knuckles while comforting you too.

He won't ever ask you about it if you don't want to, and instead he'll try to place your attention on something else. The two of you go on walks late at night, and he might ask for a waltz in the woods at some point too, it always made you happy when you danced with him.

Overall, expect a lot of silent hugging, cuddling, etc. He's super calming too. If someone was behind making you upset, well, let's hope they aren't cursed for life.

[underground-boss-clay]

📀

"Mr. Erden, someone is here to speak with you."

He doesn't even look up to find the button and answer. "I ain't available right now Denise. Jus' tell them to come by another time."

"Sir. She isn't taking no for an answer."

Ah hell... His head snaps up from being cradled in his free hand. Now that he's struggling to hear for it, he can: the receptionist's voice, tired yet still wry, and... Hers. Song like, emotional, and getting louder by the minute. He's on autopilot, pushing away from his desk with both hands to stand up, willing any of this to just not happen--

But whether he wants to or not, she's letting herself in. Her hair isn't done in its usual braid this time, instead flowing freely behind her like storm clouds. It's absent of the little flowers she usually adorns it with too; did she forget or just not have the time to-?

But she doesn't give him enough time to think on it, pale green dress billowing as she strides over to his desk and slams something down on it, a few pencils rolling off from the impact.

"That." The song like tones in her voice are harsh, the usual softness sharp and she almost sounds pained as she looks from the papers in her hand to him. "Was not six months."

"Don't always take that long hun." The endearment is out of his mouth before he can stop it, and it leaves a bitter taste on his tongue. She feels it too, he can tell from how she flinches. "Dependin' on who ya got, it can be sooner. I thought ya knew that when ya agreed to-"

"I didn't think it would be this soon!" The papers are slammed down again. Something else falls off the desk, but he doesn't pay mind to it. "Clay. It's hardly been five months, I-I thought we had time to talk about it!!"

"And I thought we did," he points out. Rather than just stand there, watching her get more and more upset, he crouches down to pick up the odds and ends from the floor. "Ya came in after Sigmund was sent to the Detention Center, furious as Giratina itself-"

"That wasn't talking, and yo-" she shuts her eyes, taking a breath, "-we both know that. I was--I was hoping we could talk more, after having some time apart. Think about this more clearly."

"Yeah. An' this is probably the clearest I've been thinkin' in a while." He stands back up: the pens go in the pencil holder, but the rock samples are just dumped in a drawer for now. They're in varying degrees of broken that he'll have to worry about later. Not now. "Face it, we've been tryin' ta keep this marriage together and not only failin', but we didn't even realize what was goin' on with Sigmund till it was too late!"

Her mouth snaps shut at that, eyes blinking repeatedly in that way he knows she does when trying not to cry.

"A-are you..." Another breath from her, shaky this time. "How... How long has it... Felt like this for you?"

"Long enough. And I know it's similar for you too."

"You don't know-"

"Celia, name one reason ta stay married to me. Right now. And don't say money, we both know ya ain't that shallow."

When they were younger, years ago with more love and less worries, that last part would draw laughter, maybe a playful punch in the shoulder. But now there's just silence. Cold, ringing, and truthful. And seeing the tears welling up in her eyes is the last straw as he sits back down and hangs his head.

"I'm sorry." It's all he can think of to say; it's all he really can say. The silence stretches until something clicks against his desk, a quiet noise he nearly misses. Looking up, he can see her tears are flowing freely as she looks, first at the amber hairpiece, then to him.

"I am too." And she leaves, shoes hardly making a sound. He doesn't move until the door clicks shut behind her; even when it does he doesn't fully register what he's doing until the piece of amber has already been thrown, hitting something framed on the wall and shattering the glass.

[radioactive-earthshine]

Hi! I really love your fics :) I was wondering if you had any advice on writing bart? Hope you have a great day :)

Thank you for stopping by and I am glad you enjoy my writing.

When it comes to Bart my approach is tuning to Waid's version of Bart but imagining how he might have evolved without Geoff Johns writing him, while also keeping in mind how old he is. Because he can't be gripped with The Single Synapse Theory forever, and in his own comics that theme didn't stay for long anyway. In Sunshine. Falling. for example we start the fic when Bart has only been around for a few months so he is at his most feral and least adjusted; he's impulsive, quicker to anger, quicker to mouth off and certain phrases he takes literal just because he has not had EXPERIENCE dealing with life or people. However there is ALWAYS a reason for why he does things, even if they're not always formulated thoughts (like jumping Clark in mid-air, stealing Mark's Motherbox just because he thought it was another weather wand etc) Now in the fic, he is 17 (spoilers for chapter 10) and has dealt with a lot more and is 'calming down' but he still retains that playful edge.

Bart I feel should always have a side of playfulness and irreverence no matter HOW OLD he gets.

As for a more deep approach I breakdown Bart's personality into these reminders;

1.) Introverted, a lot more than people think. He doesn't TALK that much unless he's with close friends. A lot of people make the mistake of making him TALK A LOT. Don't. Reign back. He's actually pretty direct when he is talking. He doesn't like being in the center of attention, it just happens a lot and he deals. He's introverted but not unfriendly. He likes people, and he will interact, but it's more on his terms.

2.) Ironically funny. Autistic funny. Bart doesn't try to be funny it just happens. Have fun with it. He's the type of person that you just gravitate to and love.

3.) If he's paying attention, he will remember it. He can be hyper observant if only he is paying attention. This is just a detail people forget. I hate it when I am reading a Bart fic and the author writes "Bart forgot about the Math lesson immediately" or "it was in one ear and out the other" NO. This does not happen. A better approach would be;

"Bart struggled to focus on the droning voice of Mr. Keyes as he talked about their lesson. Bart knew he had to pay attention, but his new pants were too stiff and he couldn't stop noticing how stiff they were, and the girl next to him smelled like gummy bears, and the boy in front him kept snorting and it was impossible to pay attention. By the end of the class, the only point Bart remembered was that the formula they were learning could be used to calculate deer population... How that was helpful was lost to him."

4.) He does have a temper; depending on the situation that temper will be directed at either family who is frustrating him, or bad guys who have hurt those he loves. For family his anger usually manifests in explosive avoidance and bitter glares with harsh words, with bad guys it's fists.

5.) He is very creative. Keep in mind he spent years in VR playing puzzle games essentially, have fun with it. He's not Brainiac 5 when comes to solving problems but he is smart and he has his own way of doing things.

6.) He genuinely wants to help and make his friends happy, he doesn't like it when his friends are upset and he tries very hard to make them happy and to perk them up... sometimes in ironically funny and erroneous ways.

7.) He can be very serious when he needs to be, dial down the humor when it is appropriate. You can have the start of a conflict have some fun banter but when it starts to get serious the smiles stop. He's part of The Flash Mafia, after all.

Hope this helps a little? This is just sort of what I do. I have my own interpretation of Bart and it will likely be different from yours.

[missrosiesworld]

Snippet of What's to Come

~ Hello, everyone! I first want to say thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read more stories! I truly appreciate it ❤ Here's a preview of a story I am working from the game Blooming Panic featuring my character, Elena, with Nightowl, one of the love interests! Enjoy ~

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Elena's heart aches as she sees Nightowl's contrite expression on the video call. "...Hey," he says, his voice heavy with emotion. Elena's heart twists and turns as she remembers the hurtful words he said to her, and she takes a deep breath before saying, "Hi, Nightowl." In her tone of sorrow, Nightowl winces, knowing he has a lot to apologize for.

"I know you're upset with me. And you have every right to be." Nightowl says, fumbling with his sleeves as he looks at Elena with sincere regret. "I shouldn't have said those hurtful things to you. I'm really, really sorry." His voice trembles as he continues, "If you don't ever want to call me again, you don't have to. If you're uncomfortable with me in general, I'll even leave the server." He sighs and looks at Elena with remorse. "Just... I am so, so sorry."

Elena nods as she listens to Nightowl's apology, but her eyes sting with unshed tears as she looks up at him. She takes a deep breath to collect herself before sternly saying, "I appreciate your apology, but it's not good enough. You know that." In her pain, Nightowl laments with his heart sinking to his knees. "I know it's not. I get it." He looks at Elena with a glimmer of hope and asks, "Is there, ah, anything I can do? To make this better?"

Elena thinks to herself, "Is there anything he can do to fix this?" She reflects on the events of the previous day and past instances where Nightowl's behavior had been questionable. She decides to ask him directly, "You can start by explaining why you keep acting like this."

Elena waits patiently for Nightowl's response, her eyes fixed on him as she waited for an explanation for his behavior. "Like...lashing out?" he asks hesitantly, avoiding eye contact and looking off to the side with nerves. Elena's expression remains serious as she responds firmly, "Yes."

Despite the harshness in her tone, Elena's intentions are pure, and she only wants to help Nightowl. She cares deeply for him and doesn't mean to come off as callous. She hopes to help him resolve the issues that have caused him to lash out in the past and find a way for him to cope with his emotions healthily.

Elena's voice trembles as she speaks, her face showing her concern. "I don't want to seem insensitive, Nightowl. You have to know that I care about you and just want to help." She hesitates, searching for the right words. "It's just that, I can't pretend everything is fine when it clearly isn't." She stops herself as tears start to well up in her eyes. "What you said to me yesterday was really hurtful, and I was in shock that you could say those things to me, especially after we had such a nice conversation before."

Tears start to slide down her cheeks as she speaks, and she quickly rubs them away. Nightowl feels a deep sense of remorse as he watches Elena try to compose herself, knowing that he is the source of her pain. "I want to understand why you keep lashing out. Not only does it hurt me to see you like this, but your actions have hurt me too. I want to do everything I can to support you, but you have to understand how deeply your words have hurt me." Elena looks at Nightowl earnestly, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. "And I don't take that lightly."

[tomwambsgans]

man, i like your blog and shit but if you're having ocd meltdowns whenever someone has a different interpretation of the characters, it makes engaging with you kinda impossible. it's a small fandom and is getting smaller each day, don't spend half of your time complaining about other people's fics and posts and then act surprised when the vibe sucks

is this solely in response to that one recent late-night rant i posted? bc i'm getting the sense that this may also be about posts on my main, and if it is, then tbqh i'm gonna say that i need somewhere to vent for venting's sake or else i'll go even more insane. so like, i'll concede that maybe i should just remove my main url from my blog bio or something. but other than that, i try genuinely hard to keep my fr meltdowns to myself and, when i make meta posts on here that are fueled by the motivation to reassure myself, to still cite my sources and whatnot and put real meat in the posts bc it's really important to me to not feel like i'm talking out of my ass. and also to make posts that other people will want to see. my recent more personal posts about it are bc lately i'm not having a good time re: ocd and i genuinely kind of cannot tell how insane i look to other people. like, i want to know so that i can figure out how to get back to semi-normal.

i'm also really never actually Surprised about the vibe sucking btw (and i'm not saying that that's how i would even describe my feelings. just like, if we're calling it that), i'm just frustrated. i do try very hard to avoid seeing things that make me upset and to balance that with trying to maintain passion (by keeping this blog active), and that leaves me with bare bones. i'm well aware that i'm the one with The Problem, and i promise i hate it more than anyone else possibly can. i really don't try to make it anyone else's problem. ntm the vast majority of my ocd shit is kept off of here and stays entirely in my brain, so like, the "meltdowns" you've seen are kinda nothing lol.

on a more intellectual vein, i do wanna say that like half of all succession meta posts i ever see (especially the very good ones) are in some way covert responses, with some amount of disagreement, to other people's takes. it's like how scholars are all constantly arguing with each other. i don't personally feel the need to cultivate a fandom space where no one ever has their feelings hurt and all interpretations are only ever publicly regarded as equally valid in order to avoid it, or anything. fandom is for fun but it's obviously also a minefield of people with hyperfixations/special interests/ocd. it sucks when that seemingly winds up dividing an already small fandom, but my thing is that i am not going to have a good time in fandom if i restrict myself from one of the most beloved human pasttimes that is complaining. man i really don't even drop names when i do, i just describe general takes that i disagree with and give my own, thoroughly backed-up stance. i even admitted in that post that "i'm fighting a mostly imaginary person." if someone feels like it's about them and that really bothers them, they can unfollow/block and then go complain about me if they need to. the world is kind of beautiful that way.

i hope this all doesn't come off as hostile by simple virtue of being a long response, i just wanna hit every possible point and don't wanna risk being misunderstood. it's kinda my thing. and like, obviously i don't want to needlessly alienate people who otherwise like my posts, which you said you do. but also your message feels kinda hostile so if i do sound hostile i hope it's in a way that makes us even. idk who you are, you could easily be someone i've had conversations with and who I'll talk to more in the future, having no idea that you sent me this, and i think that's beautiful too. it's a wonderful thing that you can anonymously say something harsh to me, whoever you are, and not do any damage to whatever relationship we may have. i'm pressing our foreheads together. i forgive you. anyway i'm gonna delete that personal ocd post because it's paranoid and kind of self-destructive and embarrassing in hindsight. but my general nature will not change except incrementally so let's hope for the best ig

[kashimos-hajime]

NO BECAUSE I WAS JUST ABT TO TURN MY PHONE OFF AND HEAD TO BED UNTIL I SAW THAT U UPDATED AND AAA INSTANTLY UNRUINED MY DAY THANK YOU

OKAY OKAY so i love how there was still a moment of soft fluffy comfort despite the unresolved angsty(is that the right word) mess geto and yn have going on rn coz despite the whole sort of but not rly intentionally pushing each other away thing they are doing, they would still go out of their way to be there for each other instead of committing to the bit. am i reading too much into this? probably. is this bare minimum? most likely </3 but geto ‘regurgitates his food out at the thought o commitment’ suguru and yn ‘physically and mentally mortified to form connections’ ln, both certifiably traumatised, could have easily taken the easy way out and dipped and ykw they deserve brownie points for that. also toge is so real for that i just know he gave geto the biggest stink eye the next time he saw him after that text 💀 AND LOOK WHEN I SAW THE UPDATE WAS TITLED ITADORI MY DUMB ASS LITERALLY WENT ‘aw maybe we are gonna see yn and yuji become fast friends and it’ll be rly cute’ BUT THEN I FORGOT THAT SUKUNA IS LITERALLY JUST SLEAZY YUJI AND 🫠 normalize blaming sukuna for everything. also props to maki for pushing aside the absolute disgust that comes with texting fic!gojo for yn’s wellbeing if it were me i would’ve started puking blood the moment i pulled up his contact.

thank you for another incredible update (as usual). i find it admirable that despite the truckload of stuff you had going on that you still made time for an update. and not to overstep but while ur regular updates are greatly appreciated, i think i (and many more) would not mind if you needed to slow down or take a break :) also i’m sorry i didn’t realise how long this gotten but oh well hehe i hope you have nothing but the world’s best naps after this!

every time i see an ask from you i get the happiest lightest feeling one can get from reading anything. you unruined my day as much as i have unruined yours so thank you <3

yes!! who cares about reading too much into it!! because THEY SURE AS HELL AREN’T FR like i think even though they have their own conflicting feelings (that the other doesn't know about or even remembers 😭) that they still prioritize their friendship even though they're not aware of how important it is to them :( they have a very deep sense of care for each other that drives them both a bit intensely especially because of how unused to that feeling they are, too 😭 getou being upset as soon as he saw yns tweet (to the point where he publicized it 🙄) and reaching out, yn letting him in and letting him help her cheer up. toge most definitely was rolling his eyes, but he had to bc maki wasn't there.

HELPPP NOT THE SUKUNA COMMENT!@!#N!LK#N no bc tbh you really CAN BLAME EVERYTHING ON HIM!!! he hasn't even shown up yet and you can blame him i swear :) and yes!! maki would literally walk through fire for yn bc of their friendship throughout high school. they've been through thick and thin together and even though maki comes off a bit harsh and y/n a bit frustrating, they love each other regardless.

thank you for your kind words! you're not overstepping dw :) i try to keep a healthy mindset about updating (i'm pretty fine with setting boundaries over the internet and stepping away when i need to) but i really wanted to give you guys the next update! i think my life should settle down over the next few weeks so they should resume at a semi-normal pace. sleep well!

[sunflowershouto]

if they thought you liked the other twin (osamu, atsumu)

𝐚/𝐧: i was suddenly struck by inspo for the miya twins so here's this -leo

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: pining fluff, friends to lovers, light angst with a happy ending

my haikyuu masterlist

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

✰ Atsumu is so whipped for you.

✰ He enjoys the attention he gets for being a star player, and even the fangirls help to feed his ego sometimes, but he didn't care about any of them. Not like he cares about you.

✰ They don't really know him, so what's the point?

✰ You're different to him, though. You didn't care about the fans or the TV interviews, or any of the usual things that people noticed about him.

✰ You got to know him, and it made him want to get to know you back, and somewhere along the way, Atsumu fell in love.

✰ The only problem was Osamu.

✰ Well, maybe that wasn't the best way to put it. It wasn't like Osamu was doing anything wrong, but it was hard for Tsumu not to notice how much time you'd been spending with his brother.

✰ You'd come up to Osamu after practices and whisper something to him, and he'd nod, and Atsumu would have to watch as the two of you disappeared off somewhere that he wasn't invited.

✰ It killed him inside a little, since he'd always thought that he was closer to you than Samu was; if you had feelings for Osamu, then why hadn't you told him?

✰ He tried not to be a dick about it; he would whine a little whenever you and Osamu would disappear after practices, but what he was showing was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to how deeply he was hurting at the thought of you falling in love with his brother.

✰ It was after another practice, and there you were on the sidelines with that stupid freakin' beautiful smile that he loved so much. He was standing by Osamu as they packed their duffel bags back up, and he tried to ignore the pang in his chest as you jogged up, surely going to drag Samu away again.

"Atsumu!" you called. "Could we- Uh... Could we talk?"

That was a surprise.

He glanced to Osamu, who gave him a small nod before shouldering his bag and walking off the court without another glance. He couldn't even be nervous about whatever it was you wanted to talk about; he was just glad that he was finally the one that you were speaking to. "Sure thing, darlin'," he replied, picking up his bag and following you to a more private area.

"Okay, uh- Here goes: There's something I've been needing to tell you for a while, and-"

"Ah see..." Atsumu sighed, all of that hurt hitting him again like a ton of bricks. This was where you finally did it right? This was where you'd tell him that you and Osamu were together, this was where you'd finally rip his heart out.

"You... do?"

"Yeah." He tried not to sound bitter, but he found it seeping through anyway, a harshness weighing down on his inflection. "You and 'Samu are goin' out, right? Figured that out for m'self a while ago, darlin'. Ya don't gotta tell me."

"Wha-" You stared at him in bewilderment as the pieces click into place, and you realized what he'd been thinking all this time. You couldn't help it, and burst out into laughter, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth.

"What's so funny?" he asked, puffing his chest out slightly and crossing his arms. He'd spent so much effort trying his best not to lose his shit over the idea of you in love with Osamu, the least you could do was not laugh in his face.

"Atsumu, I am not dating your brother. In any way. I've never even thought about it. I asked you to talk because, well..."

"Oh. Oh m' God." And finally he got it.

"I really like you, y'know? And I was wondering if you'd want to go out sometime? Like, on a date? Osamu actually helped me make all the plans." You were far less nervous now, in part because of Atsumu's misunderstanding, but mostly because of the huge, goofy smile that spread across his face.

"So... I'm guessing you're on board?"

"Oh, sweetheart, you've got no idea," he chuckles, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing the top of your head. "Ya scared the hell outta me, y'know."

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

✰ Osamu's feelings for you snuck up on him.

✰ He'd always been drawn to you, but he didn't think it was any different than anyone else. You were a cool person, and he liked that you saw him for him, and not as part of a matched set.

✰ He loves his brother, but can he be blamed for wanting some things to himself?

✰ He's not annoyed per-se when you start getting close with Atsumu—what he feels isn't harsh. It's more like a balloon deflating through a tiny outlet as he feels his importance to you slowly being overtaken by your friendship with Atsumu.

✰ He can't figure out why it bothers him so damn much when he sees you joking around with his twin, or even just cheering for him at matches.

✰ He doesn't place the feeling as jealousy until he's stuck at home, flicking through channels on TV until he lands on some crappy romance movie. He watches the two main characters play off of each other, and he can't help but realize that one of the leads reminds him of you.

✰ And then he pictures Atsumu across from you, and that awful feeling comes back to him, burning a hole in his chest.

✰ Strangely, it's not so bad once he knows what it is that he's feeling, because at least he can start to deal with it.

✰ Nonetheless, he's a little worried about you. Osamu can read his brother pretty well—well enough to know whether or not he has feelings for someone. Honestly, he'd never thought that Tsumu seemed interested in you.

✰ Valentine's day was tomorrow and Samu had been unfortunate enough to overhear a conversation between you and a friend.

"You're going to bring him chocolates?" Yua whispered to you, her eyes shining.

"Mhm! I think he'll really like them too! I'm gonna go home tonight and work on decorations for the box." You had no idea Osamu was listening, and if you did, you would have probably died on the spot.

"I think he'll say yes," she replied thoughtfully. "Some of the girls have been upset lately; they say that Miya-san really likes you."

Osamu wished in that moment that the earth beneath his feet would open up and swallow him whole. Had he been wrong? Did Atsumu feel the same way that you did? And worse, had a selfish part of him been hoping that you'd be rejected?

His jaw tightened and he turned away, careful not to draw your attention as he slipped off in the other direction.

He considered faking a cold the next day, but that was childish, wasn't it? He dragged himself out of bed and got to school, dreading lunch period, when he knew everything would finally come crashing down around him.

The bell rang for lunch, and he packed his things quickly, not wanting to be there to watch you confess to his brother.

Imagine his surprise when he felt a tug on his sleeve just as he reached the doorway, and turned to see you standing there in front of him.

"'Samu? Could we go somewhere a little more private?" you asked, tensing up slightly the way that you always did when you were nervous.

"Er... Yeah."

What? This wasn't at all what he'd thought would happen, and his head was swimming as he followed you to the library, staring at the brown paper bag that you clutched to your chest.

You ended up behind one of the taller shelves in the back, and Osamu's hands were twitching in his pockets as he stared down at you.

Time was moving agonizingly slowly as you opened the paper bag and withdrew a brightly colored, heart-shaped box.

OSAMU was written across the front in careful lettering, and the world stopped around him.

"Samu, I-"

"I'm in love with you," he breathed out, hands moving from his pockets as he stepped forward to place his hands on the sides of your face, closing the distance between the two of you in one fell swoop.

Before you could answer, his lips were on yours, and your heart was bursting.

He was grinning when he pulled away, eyes gleaming with adoration as he took in your smile.

"I love you too, you big dork. I... was not expecting this to go so smoothly," you admitted, reaching up a hand to brush back a lock of his hair.

He's beaming when he says, "Honey, you've got no clue just how long Ah've been wantin' to do that."

[hoe4hotchner]

🏞 hello! I hope you don’t mind but I am currently having a lot of anxiety for school right now because im 100% failing 2 classes and my mind is spiraling and I was hoping I could request something about Hotch being the best and comforting you through it? Thank you.

I hope you start feeling better soon!!!

"UGH!!! Why can't I just UNDERSTAND this SHIT!" You groaned out in frustration. Having settled in Aaron's office, cross-legged in his big plush swivel chair, trying to keep up with your schoolwork.

Sensing where you were heading in your mind, Aaron had wrapped his hands around Jack's ears, protecting him from your outburst. Jack wouldn't understand why you were so upset, and frankly, you'd probably accidentally try to bite his head off when he'd bounce towards you with his action figures and teddy bears.

Aaron was better at taking harsh words like that, not that he needed to be on the receiving end, but he didn't take it as personal.

With a quick call to Jess, Aaron packed an overnight back for his son, getting him dressed for his aunt's place in the hopes of not having to shield his ears again while they waited for him to be picked up.

As Jess pulled into the driveway, Aaron heard the loud banging of something against his desk, desperately trying to rid himself of his son for the time being to attend to you. He could sense the words coming from your mouth: "Stupid, stupid, stupid." You said, slamming your head into the wooden desk.

"I love you, Jack, be nice to your aunt." Aaron hugged his son goodbye, sending him out the door before Jess had managed to pull both feet out of the car. He send her a quick thank you text while he quickly walked towards his office.

"You okay honey?"

"Go away, Aaron! I don't need your help, too dumb anyways." You muttered the last part after having thrown your pencil towards the door in an attempt to scare him away. Aaron didn't even flinch, the pencil hitting the doorframe next to him.

When he didn't react, you just stared at him, watching him approach you. With his hand quickly grabbing the back of the chair, he turned you to the side before he crouched down, becoming slightly move level with you hunched over form.

Aaron wrapped his arms around the small of your back, gently dragging you off the chair and down to sit on the floor with him. He adjusted his grip around you, feeling your tense body go lax in his arms.

He felt the dampness of his shirt as you buried your head in the crook of his neck, silently crying.

"Shh... it's okay." He cooed, wrapping one of his hands into your hair, lightly scratching at the roots in an attempt to soothe you.

" S'not okay Aar, 'm failing and I'm just a dumb idiot." You sobbed against his skin, kneading at the back of his neck with your hands, trying to wrap yourself closer.

"Don't say that. You're my clever baby, you'll get through this. It's stressful, I understand that, but I need you to let me help, let Spencer help, let Garcia or Morgan help. Everyone on the team would be willing to help you get through your classes. Hell, even Jack wants to help." Aaron reassured, trying to reason with you. He knew you'd come around and that you just needed to get your frustrations out over how overwhelmed you felt about your education.

"Where is the little cracker?" You questioned, lifting your head to look up at the open door, confused as to why he hadn't joined your hug on the floor.

"With Jess. I asked if she could take him for the night when I heard your frustrated outburst the first time."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, Jack doesn't understand. He still thinks that you're the best person in the world. And so do I." Aaron smiled, trying to make sure that you really understood that there were no hard feelings and that it was okay to be upset about stuff like this.

[themermaidsunshine]

Hello frens. Interrupt my spamming of my Poshmark $hit to discuss and ask questions about the new 2022 Girl of the Year. Hopefully everyone hasn't blocked me by now.

First, I would like to express how pleased I am that she has the Nanea mold, which is the mothereffing cutest thing there is.

I don't have Nanea yet, but I'm slowly amassing her outfits because she is one of the very few historical dolls who even HAS outfits available and omg she is just to die for.

Secondly, and I hope this doesn't offend; I'm just sharing my aesthetic preferences. I kind of am not a fan of the teal and what looks like black eyeliner/eyeshadow. I get that they are trying to keep up with what OOAK artist's started, but it looks a bit harsh combined with her beautiful snow white coloring. I would have chose something a bit more muted, like even purple would have looked better imo.

~~What do you guys think? I would love your opinions. ~~

I'm also thinking they chose the teal because of the popularity of the JLY doll with the teal hair, right? Plus it is just kind of an "icy" color that goes with the winter theme.

I haven't been diving too hard into the spoilers (so you can see my ignorance on the topic), but I am going to give you guys an asap review on her books as soon as I can get my paws on them. With thorough spoiler warnings obviously. Because unwanted spoilers upset me to no end haha. I once cried by watching a movie out of order just because of my OCD (and probably what I know now was one of my autistic meltdowns), not that I was super duper into the the story itself LOL.

Anyway, yes, haven't been diving too hard into the spoilers, but I am actually hoping she is from Alaska, not Colorado. I'm hoping she is part of a native Alaskan tribe. I had a little foster cousin who was Inuit. <3 Although really whatever her identity, it is good to see we are increasing the diversity of the GOTYs.

Speaking of diversity on another level, I think it is super flippin cool to have a winter themed GOTY! How fun! I am a Southern Gal at heart ~~(please let me know if me saying that needs to come with a disclaimer about how I hate the racist nature of the south...or wherever such attitudes exist. Is it ok for me to say this? Sorry for my ignorance, pls halp.~~ I want to be a good, loving kitty to all), grew up in Florida and almost die each winter here in Missouri. 6 months of gray skies? Pls send halp. BUT I would still love to enjoy the cold through a GOTY without having my face frozen off LOL.

~~~Oh final question. American Girl is obnoxious. Long story short, I was a berry member when the invitations to the GOTY launch party were sent out, but did not receive one. Do I NEED that email to print out or click on a link or how do I rsvp? Do I need to rsvp? Can any of you who have gone to recent launch parties (especially Kira's since covid changes stuff) share some deets about how to plan, strategize, and what to expect? I would be headed to Chicago. ~~~

IF ANYONE IS FROM ST. LOUIS AND WANTS TO RIDE THE TRAIN AND SHARE A HOTEL ROOM AND BE BEST FRENS LEMME KNOW!! Or if you are headed to Chicago lemme know. :) :) Oh and yes I have two Pfizer vaccines and am very persnickity about trying to wear my mask, sanitize, distance (not sure if that will be possible at the party) but anyway, you should be safe with me in that regard.

Thank you to everyone who has made it to the end. I appreciate you and this welcoming community.

Love,

Sandra

[monokyokyo]

Flower Boy

An old one but I'm working on a part 2 so I figured I'd share it anyway!

Jongsang (although it's not really focused on), pretty fluffy, Jongho is a florist

Flowers had a range of emotions. From the fiery passion of roses to the sombre colour of forget me nots'. Jongho found comfort in the likes of these pristine plants. After all, he had an entire shop dedicated to nearly every flower the region had to offer. It was such a simple job yet there was nothing he would rather do.

Every day, someone new entered his shop in search of a flower to suit their tastes or situation, and it was Jongho's job to assist them.

The day started out normal. Jongho was rearranging the objects on the front counter when a familiar face strutted in. "Hello Mr Park," He greeted the tall man cheerfully.

"How many times must I tell you? Just Seonghwa is fine." Chuckled the customer as he removed his sparkling sunglasses.

"I'm sorry. What can I do for you today, Mr Park?" Seonghwa shook his head, deciding to just leave it be. His eyes travelled around the small shop, a light hum coming from his lips.

"I'm looking for something that really pops! You know? This couple is really into gemstones, so they're having a crystal wedding." Seonghwa was a wedding planner. Every now and again, usually once or twice a week, he would come to Jongho's store in search of the perfect flowers to impress his clients. He was a rather picky individual and Jongho learned during their very first encounter that he wasn't someone whose time should be wasted.

As such, Jongho got right to looking for the perfect bunch of flowers for the occasion. He glanced around before finally landing on what he hoped was the right bouquet. "Why not freesia?" He suggested. "The red ones represent passion, something these two must have a lot of if they're theming their wedding around their love of crystals. Wouldn't you say?"

Seonghwa nodded at him, a slight grin forming on his face at the bright smile on the younger man's face. "I would say indeed. Alright, I'll need two dozen bouquets. I'll send you the details on the wrapping later." He put his sunglasses on and turned to the door. "Give me a call when you're ready to plan your wedding, hey Jongho? I promise I'll give you the best of the best."

"I'm only twenty," He giggled. "I've still got some time, Mr Park."

Seonghwa chuckled. "Indeed you do." He left, leaving Jongho with a smile on his face.

About an hour or so later, the bell above the store entrance dinged. Jongho looked up from his order and saw a man scanning, somewhat frantically, through several displays of flowers. "How many I help you today?" Jongho asked the customer cheerfully.

The man sighed and sluggishly walked over to the counter. "I need the perfect flower for my boyfriend. He's been going through a lot recently and I need something to show him that I'm here for him..." Jongho tilted his head at this and hummed. He told the man to wait a moment then hopped over to one of the shelves.

"Here," He said. The man looked down curiously at the pink hydrangea in Jongho's hand. "Pink hydrangea for a passionate and emotional romance. You clearly care about him a lot. I'm sure these flowers will show him that." Jongho tilted his head at the light hum of consideration he received, hoping he would take up his suggestion. "I could label the bouquet if you'd like? What's your boyfriend's name?"

"Wooyoung," Jongho didn't fail to notice the way the man smiled at the mere mention of his boyfriend's name. He found it sweet how love two people could share with one another. Words are hard to express, but one could show them through something as simple as a flower. So Jongho made sure to put on the nicest tag he had, and encased the hydrangea a shiny, clear plastic to keep them safe.

"I hope things go well for you two," Said Jongho just as they finished their transaction. He handed the man the bouquet, sending him a grin with it. "Have a good day Mr..."

"San. Choi San," Then they parted ways. It made Jongho feel a certain pride inside, knowing he had the potential to help someone with his flowers. Regardless of if he knew the turnout, at least he was able to provide some assistance to those who would appreciate it. Well, it wasn't always appreciated.

About thirty or so minutes later, another familiar face stormed into the flower shop. The front door slammed open, disturbing the usual calm atmosphere of the store when he stomped in. An empty vase on the counter, nearly cracking it and causing Jongho to flinch from his seat. He let out a yelp in surprise, a small squeak that only made the man in front of him scoff.

"M-Mr Jeong? I'm sorry I-"

"You should be," Growled the older man. He pushed back his blonde hair with an aggressive sigh while Jongho slowly pulled back the clay pot. His brow furrowed in confusion, wondering what could've gone so wrong that he would come back so vexed, especially after their calm encounter last week. Mr Jeong or, Yunho, had ordered a pot of roses for his girlfriend. Could she have hated them that much?

"I-If you don't mind me asking...What happened last week?"

The blonde huffed, though it sounded more like a growl to Jongho's sensitive ears. "She's allergic," The younger male squinted, carefully asking him to repeat himself. "Are you deaf? I said she's fucking allergic!" Jongho flinched back at his harsh and loud tone yet Yunho hardly made the effort to reel himself back in.

"You sold me these damn flowers, giving me this grand speech about how special they'll make her feel and how she'll love them and you know what happens? She ends sneezing through our entire date! Why the hell would you give those to me?!"

"W-Well how was I s-supposed to know? Y-You came in asking for flowers!" The look Yunho gave him had to be the scariest thing Jongho had ever seen...in his shop. He was tall, about six foot, and easily towered over the cowering boy.

"Are you saying this is my fault?" He seethed through his gritted teeth. Jongho gulped, unsure of what to do in this sort of situation. He had never had anyone this angry over roses of all things.

"W-Well, no...I'm not blaming you but...shouldn't you have known?" He flinched yet again when Yunho leered closer, his hands thrown up in what would likely be, useless defence.

"Those roses had to be bugged, sprayed with something, I don't know! You had to have done something to them! We have roses at home for crying out loud!"

"And do you water them?" When Jongho's only response was silence, he lowered his arms, creasing his brow.

"Well...I've never seen anyone water them...but..."

"So...You ordered real roses thinking that your girlfriend wouldn't be allergic...because she doesn't react to the fake roses in your home?" Yunho could only sputter out a string of incoherent words that basically proved Jongho's suspicions to be correct. In response, he sighed then wordlessly pulled out his logbook.

Yunho watched curiously as he flipped through before he landed on last week. Jongho then grabbed a piece of paper and asked for the man's card, which he reluctantly agreed to. When it was handed back to him, Jongho hit him with a frow. "Here is your receipt sir. I've refunded your flowers..." The face alone was enough to make anyone feel lousy but the way his words trailed off just added extra salt to the wound.

So just before he took his receipt and left, Yunho mumbled something under his breath to the boy. "Thank you...for what it's worth...she loved the flowers before she started sneezing..." A tiny grin formed on Jongho's face and it made Yunho sigh, successfully feeling like less of an ass.

Jongho never had aggressive customers. Irritated, sure, but no one had ever gotten that upset with him. It was a flower shop after all. All of that before twelve as well...

The brunette let out a sigh of relief when his phone went off at twelve-thirty, signalling that it was finally his lunch break. Though the day was mostly quiet, he hadn't eaten since that morning and was eager to fill his stomach with some sort of nutrients. However, just before you could put up his 'Back in 20 minutes sign', the sound of the doorbell caught his attention. In shuffled a man with jet black hair, featuring various strands of gold.

His eyes were light red and his face was a little puffy as well. Jongho didn't give himself a moment to mourn his lost lunch break and hastily rushed over to greet the once crying figure. "I'm sorry...Am I bothering you?" He sniffled, wiping whatever remaining tears he had.

"No, not at all! What can I help you with?"

The man fidgeted slightly, eyes wandering around the shop and towards the floor. Clearly, he was trying to look anywhere but at Jongho, something the younger wasn't at all bothered by. "I'm looking for a flower..." He shook his head, muttering how that was obvious. "A gift I mean. I-It's for..."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to..." Shaking his head once, the customer told him that it was alright, followed by mumbling a few things that Jongho didn't quite get. "Pardon?"

"S-Sorry I um...I just got back from the hospital..." Judging by his mannerisms, Jongho couldn't quite tell if he was a patient or if he was merely visiting someone. "My father he um...isn't doing too well," Well now he felt awful for assuming his condition. "I just wanted to get him some flowers and my boyfriend recommended this place..."

The snap from Jongho's fingers made the older male flinch, put off by the rather bright grin on his face. "You must be Wooyoung! San's boyfriend, right?"

"Y-Yes...That's me..." Jongho had realised his awfully chipper tone wasn't very appropriate and did Wooyoung a favour by calming himself down.

"Sorry...Why don't you browse around and tell me what catches your eye." A slight nod was all Jongho got before Wooyoung began to walk around the store. He tried his best not to follow the young man whilst he strolled about but it was difficult not to be curious. The way he moved was so tired, sluggish even and Jongho knew he wouldn't find anything he would like in a reasonable amount of time.

So, with that, Jongho stood to his feet and made his way over to the mixed-haired male, following his gaze across the shelves. "Anything that's caught your interest?" His sudden question made Wooyoung jump. Jongho apologised as soon as he startled him yet the older only turned away.

"I'm sorry...I don't really know what I'm doing here," Jongho heard his airy chuckle but it definitely wasn't humorous. "I don't know the first thing about flowers or what he would like...I think I'll just go."

Jongho grabbed his arm before he could turn away, earning him a questionable look from Wooyoung. His arm was yanked back and Jongho replied with a nervous laugh. "Sorry. Um, stay right here?" With the soft tone of his voice, Wooyoung couldn't possibly leave yet. So he sighed to himself while watching the young florist run off to the corner of the room, where an array of purple flowers caught his eye.

He came back not too long later with a bouquet in his hands. "Iris'," Said Jongho just as he handed them off. "They represent hope. I hope you and your family have enough, but a little more won't hurt. Stay strong." Wooyoung looked down at the flowers in his hand. Incoming tears were the only thing he saw as they began to fill his vision, eventually clouding it entirely until he felt the water roll down his pale cheeks.

Whatever words he mumbled to Jongho were interrupted by his unstable breaths and cries but it hadn't deterred him in the slightest. Instead of charging him the moment Wooyoung was handed the flowers, Jongho asked him if he would like a cup of hot chocolate. The older male wiped his tears, offering him a slight grin and saying: "T-That would be wonderful..."

Jongho even gave him extra marshmallows to make him feel better.

It was rather late when Wooyoung left. Well, if you count quarter past three to be late - which Jongho did. Although, he didn't mind much. Wooyoung left his store with a smile, flowers and a cheeky bit of foam around his lips. It was good enough for him.

Thankfully, Jongho had gotten to eat a cookie or two while speaking with the mixed-haired male. It was just enough to distract his growling stomach while he helped his few customers. One of which was certainly one of the most intimidating Jongho had seen yet.

A tall stature, black leather jacket, red hair and a dark stare - Jongho had no clue what he was doing in a flower shop of all places. However, he had learned to never judge a book by its cover and greeted the man with a bright beam, just as he did with all his other customers. "Hello..." His voice certainly fit his appearance. It was deep, like it could reach the depths of the ocean if he wanted it to.

"How can I help you today?" Said Jongho, as he waved to the old lady who had just bought a pot of daisies right before the redhead entered.

"I'm looking for some flowers..." As obvious as that may have sounded, Jongho didn't hold it against him though. It was clear that he had never been in a store like this. The poor man looked too scared to touch anything as if he were afraid it was going to burst into flames if he so much as lifted a finger. Honestly, Jongho found it rather cute.

"Of course! What kind?" That didn't seem to be the right question to ask. As all the man did was rock back and forth on his heels, the gears turning in his head as attempted to come up with a suitable answer.

"Um...Pretty ones?" Jongho nearly giggled at how adorable his answer was. He was clueless about flowers and the young florist was ready to help him find the perfect one for his occasion. Walking from behind the counter, Jongho made his way to his titan of a customer and looked up at him. He was quite small in comparison but he didn't mind.

"I'll help you find the prettiest ones around! Who are they for?" Big men like him didn't usually visit Jongho's shop, so it was no surprise when a light blush crept across the customer's cheek and he began to avert eye contact in embarrassment.

"They're um...f-for my mother..." This time, Jongho didn't hesitate to giggle, eliciting a deeper blush from the taller male. "D-Don't laugh! What? Got a problem with me getting a gift from my mother?" The man's tone dropped to a frightfully low level, ending Jongho's laughter within seconds.

"I didn't mean it like that...It's just, I'm surprised. That's all. Not many tough looking guys like you come in here." This time, it was the other male's turn to laugh. A 180 that was nothing but appreciated by Jongho.

"Never judge a book by its cover, I suppose," He sent Jongho a grin and the younger smiled right back. "My mother's been telling me all about this shop, she comes here every Tuesday to look at the flowers and pick up supplies for her garden. She was busy today, so she asked me to pick a few things for her house."

"Oh! You must be Mrs Song's son? Mingi, was it?" The redhead nodded at him, continuing to grin even as he chuckled somewhat awkwardly. "She talks about you quite a bit. The one that sleeps with plushies, right?"

"Yep, that's me. I'll be honest, I'm not much of a flower guy but my mother adores them. Mind helping me pick out something she would like?" Jongho nodded at him, eagerly bouncing up and down in a way that made Mingi giggle.

Despite his rough exterior, Mingi was a rather sweet person. Listening attentively and nodding along as Jongho told him about his various selection of flowers and even giving his own input, saying what and what not his mother would like. Eventually, the two settled on yellow daffodils, quite a few dahlias and a tiny pot of lavender. Once Mingi was completely sure this was perfect, he bid Jongho farewell, promising to come visit again with his mother at some point. The prospect of seeing him again made Jongho grin. Another satisfied customer.

The day was officially coming to a close. Jongho sighed the moment the final customer went on their way. It was a rather old lady and he had just spent the last fifteen minutes explaining that the stamen and anther of her plants weren't insects. A rather draining conversation, as you can imagine. After that, the young man was just about ready to close his shop and head home.

He glanced at the clock, smiling at it finally struck six. Closing time. He trotted over to the front door and got ready to flip to the open sign to close. Yet just before he could do so, the door suddenly swung open and Jongho flinched back in surprise. A hand grabbed his waist just before he could fall backwards, lifting his body to meet another.

Light, sparkling brown eyes met with Jongho's dark ones. His hazel hair managed to look unkempt yet too perfect to fix and his expression was soft but his features were sharp, almost prince-like. He was the epitome of beauty. "Are you still open?" Were the first words to leave his soft lips.

Jongho couldn't find the words or the will to say no or so much as shake his head. All he did was slowly escape his grip, carefully gesturing him into the store. The stranger smiled at him then made his way in. Jongho gulped, watching his every movement. He had seen him before. A delivery boy from the restaurant down the road. The two had never spoken but Jongho knew he existed. Yet he yearned for more.

"Do you know what you're looking for?" He inquired in a voice more akin to a whisper rather than his usual upbeat speaking voice. The older brunette turned back to him. Jongho thought he had done something wrong judging by his stare yet the smile returned to his face.

Slowly, he made his way towards the florist, prompting Jongho to step back until he was pressed against one of the displays. "You," He stated simply.

Blush erupted onto Jongho's cheeks, sending him into an internal frenzy of panic. "M-Me? What do you..." He trailed off when the other male picked a lone rose from the table. Oh...he meant the rose. He told Jongho that he would take it and go, filling him with a heavy heart.

With that, Jongho filled out their transaction, trying his best not to let his gaze travel to the lean figure in front of him. How could he be so intimidating while doing practically nothing?

The man had sweater paws for crying out loud.

Jongho then handed him the rose and a receipt. "Have a good evening, sir..." Yet he hadn't left yet. He glanced up to see the man wrapping a tag around the flower, before he placed it back on the counter. Just before Jongho could question what he was doing, he was hit with another smile.

"Good night, flower boy." Was all he said before he leaned in and placed a kiss on the younger's forehead. Just like, he disappeared into the night. Like a strange yet delightful dream Jongho had experienced in the wake of dawn.

Cautiously, he glanced at the rose that was left on the counter.

Call me XXX-XXX-XXXXX Kang Yeosang I would love to get to know you, Flower Boy

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Come Over | Elijah Mikaelson

Hey Lovelies! This is my first post on this profile! If you're curious feel free to pop over to my other handle: @sweetpeasgirl where i write for riverdale! However this blog is for all fandoms! It's all very exciting and I am happy to take on a new project. Anyway this is my first time writing for Elijah/TVD/TO so I hope its good! Also my first smut oh no oh god. Lemme know what you think!

Description: Based on the song "Come Over" by Sam Hunt. Y/n finds out Elijah Mikaelson is a vampire in the worst way possible. She freaks out and runs. Elijah follows after. It comes to a crossroads at her apartment.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!! NSFW, Smut (oral female receiving), 18+ (I feel obligated to say it ;) )

Word count: 3413

Tags: fluff, some angst, SMUT

(Photos not mine but mood board is :) )

I turn the TV off, to turn it on again

Staring at the blades of the fan as it spins around

The clock on your nightstand reads 11:34. The remote control is heavy in your hand. Nothing on the TV is interesting to you even slightly right now. Your room is sweltering and dark. Your bed is a mess, the comforter crinkled and shoved to the foot. Messy beds are always more uncomfortable. Any day but today you would care.

You glance down at your phone, not surprised in the slightest to see another missed call. That makes 22. Almost a new record. Two more and he’ll start a new one. That’s just his type. Persistent. It’s why you fell in love with him. He didn’t give up. You sigh and block the call, placing the phone face down on the nightstand. Your whole body feels hot.

Clicking again on the remote, you come across a reality show. It's trashy, the accents are harsh, it screams “daddy’s money”. It’s perfect. Maybe it’ll be enough to take your mind off of the events of this evening. Off of him. The girl on the show runs into the arms of a handsome man. You turn the TV off almost as fast as you had turned it on.

You had been picturing tonight in your head for a week. The Mikaelson Ball. Dining and dancing and elegance. Nothing your usual life regularly allowed. It was supposed to be special. The invitation alone was magnificent enough to make you swoon. The dress had almost made you faint. The necklace did. It was all perfect. He was perfect. And then it wasn’t.

Your phone buzzes again on the nightstand. You forgot to turn it off. Or maybe you left it on purpose. Your head feels fuzzy, though, and you don’t want to think about it. You wish his face would get out of your mind. Your eyes drift to the fan above you and you try to count the blades as they go around and around. You lose track easily, and you don’t care. It doesn’t do anything to soothe your molten skin.

Counting every crack, the clock is wide awake

Talking to myself, anything to make a sound

You pick the phone up once more, ready to scream at it. Every part of you feels like it's on fire and seeing his name on the screen pushes you over the edge. You don’t know what you did to get tangled in all of this but you’re ready to claw your throat out. Instead, you throw the phone as hard as you can against the pile of comforters. It stops buzzing but your skin is still sticky. You feel sick to your stomach.

“Why did you pick me, why couldn’t it have been someone else,” your tone is harsh but it’s not like he can hear you, “it hurts Eli. Make it stop. Please!”

Your voice is barely a whisper and it turns to cries quickly as the anger dies out. All you can see, swirling around the depths of your mind, are his fangs. The way his brown eyes died to a blackness. The stark veins against his sculpted cheeks. He had looked every bit as beautiful as ever. Still elegant, still handsome. Still Elijah. But dark. Dangerous. That’s what scared you. Elijah was still Elijah when he was ripping a heart from a chest.

It felt like a blur when you saw it. One minute he had his hand on the small of your back. You had been taking a stroll in the garden. It was like nothing you had ever seen before. Beautiful hedge walls and roses of all different colours and a magnolia tree like you had only ever imagined. The moon wasn’t quite full over your heads. He was finally about to kiss you, something you had been silently pleading for for months now. Before his lips could touch yours, though, there was a hand around your throat. It had squeezed to the point of you almost passing out before Elijah had time to rip you away from your attacker. You didn’t see him move, you just saw his hand break through the mans sternum and rip his beating heart out of his chest. As soon as you saw his face, his eyes, you bolted.

“I’m scared, Eli. I miss you. I’m scared that I miss you and a thousand other things. I need you.”

You look at the dress hanging on the back of your door. At one point it was a delicate, pale pink number. It had off the shoulder straps that, really, had no point but were beautiful. There was satin cream ribbon to lace up the back and the sweetest of sweetheart necklines. Now it was splattered in blood, the satin ribbons stained. One of the sleeves had ripped when you ran. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever owned and it was ruined in less than an hour. Fairytales were supposed to end at midnight, not nine o'clock.

“I wish you would come over.” You mean it.

You just want him to explain. To show up and sweep you off your feet and tell you that he won’t hurt you. You shouldn't even need the reassurance. You know him. That's your Elijah. Somewhere deep down you know that. But it's not making you any less afraid right now. He had been protecting you, but no one has ever ripped out a heart for you before. You’re allowed to be afraid of new things. You’re allowed to be afraid of things that are frightening. That’s what being human is. You still feel like a traitor, though, when you feel afraid of Elijah.

Your voice is silent in the darkness, “I wish you could hear me. Come over, Elijah.”

Your phone beeped. You pick it up in time to read the screen. Call ended.

I told you I wouldn't call, I told you I wouldn't care

But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere

Call ended. Call ended 12:43. Twelve minutes and forty-three seconds. Elijah had been on the phone with you for almost thirteen minutes. Crap.

You think about how far away the Mikaelson mansion is from your apartment. Twenty minutes tops, and that’s your driving. Elijah’s driving? Ten, if you’re lucky. You could try to reason with yourself. Maybe he hadn't heard you. Maybe he doesn't want to see you. Maybe he hung up because he got tired of hearing you whine. You can’t help the dry laugh that falls from your lips. It’s Elijah. You probably only have five minutes now.

You jump to your feet and begin making your bed, your pulse thumping loud once more in your ears. He’s been in your apartment before, but that was when he was just Elijah. Not the Elijah with fangs and black eyes. Now he’s different. Mysterious. Who knows what he’s seen. What he’s done. You never thought your apparent was shabby by any means but would he? You know your life can’t compare to the wonders he’s most definitely seen.

You move to the kitchen, which is, by default, the living room as well, and begin picking up mugs and newspapers and anything else out of order that you can see. You sneak a quick glance out your kitchen window, into the parking lot below, just in time to see a sleek black car speed into one of the only available spots left. You can hear the engine purr from your fourth floor apartment. You know exactly whose car that is and thus aren't surprised when Elijah Mikaelson steps out from the drivers side and slams the door shut, not even bothering to lock the door. You gasp at the bang the metal makes and his head whips up, his eyes locking with yours from the ground.

You close your eyes for just a second. There's no way he could have heard that. When you look back to the ground, he’s gone. Before you can sigh there's a knock at the door.

I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over

You move to the door but you don’t open it. You place your palm on the wood trim and try to picture the man on the other side. He’ll look like Elijah. He’ll smell like Elijah and probably talk like Elijah, too. But is he still the same Elijah?

“Y/n, I know you’re there, open the door. Please?” His voice sounds the same, his accent penetrating the barrier between you and tickling your ears.

“Elijah,” your voice is but a whisper and you know you should be the only one who can hear it, “I’m scared.”

“I know, love, that’s ok. I won’t hurt you, though, and I need you to open the door. I just- I need to see you,” his voice cracks, just barely but it’s there.

That’s all it takes for you to slide the lock and open the door. In front of you, for the second time tonight, is a man you don’t recognize. He doesn’t have fangs and his eyes are his usual deep brown but they look shattered. His hair, usually styled to perfection, is a mess, like he had been running his hands through it for the past few hours. His suit jacket is gone, leaving him in slacks and the dress shirt he had been wearing at the ball, only now it’s untucked and the sleeves are rolled haphazardly up his arms. Elijah Mikaleson looks disheveled and you’re terrified again because this Elijah, hurt and upset, looks further from himself than the Elijah from the garden.

“Eli-”

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. God, I’m so fucking sorry,” his voice shakes as he stands in your doorway, “please let me explain, baby.”

You swallow at his words. Baby. That's new.

“Eli, you know you can come in whenever you want,” your eyes look to the ground, feigning interest in the knots of your hardwood floor.

“I want to hear you say it,” you can feel his eyes burning into your lowered head, “I need to hear that you want me to come in, Y/n.”

This time it’s your voice that breaks, “of course I want you to come in Elijah.”

He sighs and steps over the threshold, standing mere feet away from you. You feel so small next to him in nothing but a pair of plaid sleep shorts and plain tank top. Your bare feet, for the first time since getting home, are cool against the floor.

He reaches to touch you and you flinch away, “baby, god, no. Please don’t be afraid.”

Your chest aches at the scared look in his eyes and all you want to do is run into his arms but you need answers.

“What happened back there, Elijah?” You feel pathetic at how quiet your voice still is.

“He wanted to hurt me, torture me. And he knew he couldn't. So he went for you, because he knew I would retaliate,” his eyes land on yours and you can see that he still wants to rip that man limb from limb, “he was a werewolf, Y/n. He wanted you dead, I had to do it.”

He sinks to his knees, his voice dropping lower and lower until the last words are just whispers. His words ring in your ears again. Werewolf. A werewolf wanted you dead. You felt faint.

“Why was a,” you say the word carefully, “werewolf trying to hurt you?”

“Because I'm a vampire, Y/n,” his voice breaks fully this time.

You don’t know what to do. Not with the rapid beating of your heart nor the new information you’ve just acquired and especially not with the crying Mikaelson on his knees in your hallway. Your Elijah, the man who pulls your chair out at restaurants and opens your doors and always has a hand on you when you’re around his brothers, is a vampire. You’re not even sure what that means, there are so many questions running through your mind. You want to ask each and every one of them but, seeing the man in front of you, somehow now doesn’t feel like the right time.

Your heart flutters looking at Elijah. His hands are in his hair again, pulling desperately on the strands. Your heart falls into a thousand tiny pieces at the sight. How can you be afraid of someone being so openly vulnerable to you. No man has ever gotten on his knees for you. No one has ever begged on their knees for you. It’s breathtaking, all you need to push yourself into him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“You should be terrified of me y/n,” he chokes into your chest, “I’m not good for you. I'm a monster, baby.”

His words shred at your heart. You run your fingers through his hair, smoothing the soft locks beneath your fingers.

“No you’re not. You're still my Elijah.”

His head lifts from your chest and he captures your eyes with his serious ones. He looks awestruck.

“Your Elijah?” His accent is even thicker with all the emotion.

You smile for the first time in many hours, “of course, Eli.”

He sweeps you up and into his arms so quickly you get dizzy. Before you know what’s happened, he has you sat on your kitchen island and he’s standing between your legs. Your arms are still clinging tight to his neck while his hands hang dangerously low on your hips.

“And you’re mine, Y/n.”

His words makes your body sing, “All yours.”

He closes his eyes, his hands tightening deliciously on your hips, “say it again. Please, baby.”

“I’m yours Elijah. I’ve always been yours.”

His lips crash hungrily onto yours. He wraps his arms around your lower back and you tangle your legs around his waist to avoid falling off the countertop. He kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down harshly before soothing the sting with his tongue. You're enamoured with this side of Elijah. You’ve seen his gentleman side, it was magnificent, but this side of him? It was everything you didn't know you needed.

He pulls back, only putting a fraction of space between your bodies but it feels like too much, “please don’t run from me again.”

Your lips brush his when you speak, “Never, Eli.”

He pulls your mouth back to his, a hand tangled in your hair tugging gently at the roots. You can’t but moan against his lips and squeeze your legs around his waist. You grab blindly at his shirt, trying desperately to undo the buttons. Your fingers fumble and he chuckles into your mouth. He releases you to pull his shirt off, dropping it mindlessly on the floor, his lips never leaving yours.

His chest is sculpted like the finest marble and you can’t resist running your hands over his skin. He feels strong under your fingertips. He lets out a groan as you slide them back to his shoulders to the nape of his neck. His lips move over your jaw, down your neck, kissing and sucking a trail to your throat.

His hands grip the edge of your tank top bunching the material in his fists, “may I?”

Always the gentleman.

You nod your head before the words can leave your mouth, “please.”

He smirks, his eyes shining, as he begins pulling the tank top tantalizingly slow up your chest. You raise your arms over your head with his movements, lowering them back to his torso when he drops your shirt with his. His chocolate eyes meet yours again, seeking permission. You can’t fight the small smile as you nod. His smile that greets yours is breathtaking.

His eyes flick down, taking in your bare chest like a child in a candy store. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, much like he did to yours only moments ago. His hands slide up the curve of your waist, trailing a new kind of fire wherever he touches. His thumbs graze the sides of your breasts and you just barely stop the moan, closing your eyes to regain the little control you have left.

“I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again, you’re stunning Y/n. Absolutely beautiful.”

Before you can process it, his mouth is around your breast, pulling your nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. It sends a spark of electricity to the deepest part of your stomach, building an ache that you’ve felt before but stronger. Blinding. It’s white hot. You don’t try to stop the moans, you don’t want to. His tongue swirls around your breast, teasingly slow, making you feel every little movement. It’s dangerously addictive.

“Elijah,” you breath his name like oxygen.

His lips let you go, moving down your chest, trailing kisses down your abdomen, pulling praises from your lips as he goes. His eyes find yours when he sinks to his knees for the second time tonight. His hands grasp your shorts, covering your hips easily. You’re a wanton mess in front of him, practically fully undone from the simplest of touches.

“What do you want me to do, baby, you have to tell me what you want.” It's good to know he’s breathless too.

“Eli, I-” you moan as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, sucking gently at the skin, his eyes still locked on yours, “I want you.”

He pulls his lips back, “you want me to do what, baby?”

You groan at the devilish smirk on his handsome face, “I want you to kiss me!”

“As you wish.”

He pulls your shorts off first, slowly dragging them down your legs, kissing all the way down and back up again. When you're left in nothing but your panties he presses the first kiss to you. It’s hot and sends shocks throughout your entire body.

“More, now. Please, Elijah.”

He chuckles but does as told, pulling the remaining material down your legs before hooking your legs over his muscular shoulders. He wastes no time attaching his lips to your sex, sucking delightfully. He swirls his tongue over your clit, stoking the fire building in your stomach. He drags his tongue down your slit for what feels like an eternity before he plunges into you. You throw your head back and close your eyes, mumbling praises into oblivion. You can feel his eyes on you, soaking up every inch of you.

Your hands find his hair again, not seeming to want to be apart from him, “god.”

“That's not my name, baby,” he mumbles against you, stopping his ministrations.

You open your eyes and lock them with his waiting ones, drawing his name out in your best attempt at being seductive, “Elijah.”

His eyes darken but this time you aren't scared. No, this time his eyes make him look dominant. Sexy. His tongue attacks your clit again only this time faster and hungrier. It makes the fire in your stomach white hot. He’s unrelenting, bringing you closer to the edge with every pass of his tongue. He's pouring everything he has into pleasuring you and you can feel it, literally. You squeeze your thighs around him tighter, ready to explode

“Come for me, baby.”

With that you fall into something you’ve heard about but never thought possible. All you can see, all you can feel, is Elijah. He consumes all of your senses as you fall apart, over and over again, under his touch. In the midst of falling apart you catch Elijah’s eyes and fall all over again. He looks like he’s in pure bliss watching you come undone because of him. You know in all your falling you murmur his name more than once. You know that he loves it.

As you come down from your high, you go to unwrap your legs from his neck, only to have him wrap you around his waist and pick you up. You can’t help but giggle at his determined look.

When he starts walking toward your bedroom you ask, “what’s on your mind, Eli?”

“Round two,” you giggle again when he kisses your forehead.

“I'm glad you came over, Elijah.”

[delicatedestinystudents]

Asmo x chubby!MC

Trigger warning: verbal abuse, specifically targeting weight, along with not eating, insecurity

(F/S) = favorite show

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"Human!" A voice like nails on a chalkboard barked, hoping to gain the attention of (Y/N), walking up quickly behind them in the hallway. "Hey, fatass, I'm talking to you," they snapped again, grabbing their shoulder and forcing them to turn around.

(Y/N) shrunk away from them, averting their eyes, hoping that the demon would leave if they didn't argue back. "What is it?" They asked softly, arms going to cover their stomach, knowing the demon would point it out.

"I just wanted to make sure that you knew what you place was," he snapped, a sneer on his lips. "Just because you have a couple pacts doesn't mean that you're anything more then a lowly, pathetic human. The only thing that you're good for is food, just look at all that meat on you." A couple other demons laughed at the comment, standing nearby. "Don't get too comfortable having the 7 brothers on your side, sooner or later, they'll realize that you're only good for that one thing."

(Y/N) flinched at the harsh words, though they had come to accept them, hearing them more often then they would like to admit. "I know. I didn't forget what you told me yesterday. And the day before," they murmured in response, barely holding back tears, the words hurting more and more every day.

The demon snarled and raised and hand. "The fuck you just say to me?" He snapped, looking at if he was going to murder the exchange student. They quickly back off though, seeing a certain Avatar of Lust walking up with a cold look on his face.

"(Y/N), darling, are they bothering you?" Asmodeus said, softly, glaring at the demons. He stood close to them, his aura deadly.

"N-no, they just wanted to get the notes from yesterday's lesson in my potions class," (Y/N) rushed to say, feeling the eyes of the demon on them, warning them not to say a word.

Asmo turned to look at the human, frowning softly. "Are you sure, dear?" He asked quietly, shifting to stand between them, still giving the demon an icy glare.

(Y/N) nodded, rushing to pull some random notes out of their bag as a cover. They didn't know why they constantly covered for their bully. Maybe they just didn't want to look weak or vulnerable in front of any of the brothers, much less Asmo.

The demon murmured a harsh thanks before leaving, motioning for the other couple demons to follow them, leaving Asmo and (Y/N) alone. (Y/N) forced a smile, keeping their arms crossed in front of their stomach. "Can we go home?" They asked, looking over at the sin.

Asmo relaxed and nodded, his typical sweet aura back. "Of course! It's almost dinnertime anyways, darling, if we hurry, we'll get there before Beel eats it all," he teased lightly, lacing his arm through theirs.

The walk back to the House of Lamentations was rather peaceful, filled with occasional smalltalk. (Y/N) continued to go back to what the demon had said, replaying it over and over again in their head, making sure to keep a smile on their face for appearances. They didn't want Asmo to know that they were upset, especially since it was just a few harsh words. It would just upset them more if the demon had to worry about them because they couldn't handle a few insults.

Asmo glanced over at them, his expression softening. He knew that the demon from earlier wasn't asking for notes from a class, that much he was certain of. The pain in (Y/N)'s eyes was enough to prove that. He was contemplating how he would go about asking them what happened when they pulled him to an abrupt stop. "(Y/N)? Are you alright, sweetheart?" He asked, his brow furrowed in worry.

They nodded, giving him another fake smile. "I'm okay, I promise. I just... I don't really feel hungry, so I'm just going to go back to my room, okay?" They said, uncrossing their arms, not quite as self conscious with Asmo as with others.

He opted not to push the issue for now, simply giving them a small nod. "Of course, honey," he replied, opening the door to head inside. "If you need to talk or anything, just let me know."

They nodded a bit, holding back tears. "Thank you, Asmo," they spoke quietly, before walking away to head back to their room, tears falling as soon as they turned away from the concerned beauty.

Asmo watched them walk away, his heart hurting for them, the frown on his lips deepening. Whatever that demon had said, he could tell that it seriously hurt his sweet human. He couldn't comprehend how someone could so willingly degrade and harm someone so sweet and loving, especially knowing who that person was. He continued to ponder on theses thoughts as he made his way to the dining room, fidgting with his hands the entire time.

"Asmo, are you alright?" He finally heard from one of his brothers as he walked through the dining room, so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear them the first 2 times. He looked up and saw Satan looking at him with a questioning look.

"Oh, my apologies! Just lost in my head. (Y/N) shared some words with a demon earlier and they looked rather upset afterwards," he said, taking a seat across from his brother. "They looked very hurt and even decided to skip dinner. I don't know what the demon said to have hurt them so bad."

Satan frowned softly, seeing the lines of worry on his brothers face. "It's not the first time that words have been said to them, though, they've never skipped dinner because of it. Did you ask them?"

"I didn't think it was appropriate. They looked like they wanted to be left alone. I swear I heard them crying as they walked away from me," Asmo murmured, visibly distraught at the thought of his love hurting. "I think I'm going to go see if they're alright. If Lucifer asks where I am, just tell him I'm out shopping, I don't want (Y/N) to get pestered by him tonight." The Avatar of Lust then stood up, not waiting for another reply as he left the room quickly.

(Y/N) laid on their bed, curling into a ball, soft sobs shaking them. They had tried desperately to hold it in until they got back to the room, just barely having closed the door before breaking down. The words felt like arrows through their heart, and even though they knew better, they couldn't help but let intrusive thoughts invade their mind. 'Maybe he was right, the brothers don't really care. I'm just a human, I'm not on their level. It was stupid to think otherwise,' they thought, the sobs becoming harsher as they continued to let the thoughts run wild.

"(Y/N)?" Asmo called softly, knocking on the bedroom door, hearing little sobs and cries from inside the room. He waited a moment for a response before slowly opening the door, seeing his human curled on the bed, pain radiating off of them. "Oh, baby..." He made his way over, making sure to close the door behind him. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he leaned over, brushing hair away from their eyes.

(Y/N) couldn't find it in themselves to try and turn him away, not saying a word as the demon slipped in the room. They tried to quickly stop their sobbing, rubbing at their eyes furiously. "Hi, Asmo, " they started, voice shaking, "I-I'm sorry I didn't go to dinner, I just felt really bad and-"

Asmo cut them off, shushing them softly. "Shh, it's okay, baby, you don't have to go to dinner and you don't have to apologize for having feelings," he said softly, caressing their cheek, hoping to comfort them. "Do you want to talk about it?" He stayed close to their side, looking down at them, a sad smile on his lips.

(Y/N) hesitated before shaking their head, sitting up slowly, still wiping tears away. They looked flushed and tired, as if all the words had taken a huge toll on them, and the dam had finally broken loose.

Asmo nodded and kissed their forehead softly. "Alright, we won't talk about it. Instead, let's get you changed into something more comfortable and we can cuddle instead. I don't want you to be alone with your thoughts," he said softly, meeting their eyes.

"You don't have to stay with me, Asmo, it's was just some stupid words. I just got too emotional, it's nothing serious," they reassured, not wanting to feel like a bother to him.

Asmo tsked and stood up, going to get some clean and comfy clothes for (Y/N). "Yes, I do, (Y/N). You're hurting. They weren't just stupid words if it was enough to make you skip dinner," he pointed out, making his way back over with the clothes. "You deserve to be happy. I'm here for you whether you want me here or not. I adore you, and it hurts me to see you in pain. We don't have to talk about it, but I'm still going to try to make you feel better." He knelt by the bed, setting the clothes next to (Y/N). He cupped their cheeks and kissed them softly, putting as much love as he could in the kiss. "I love you, my beautiful darling, don't ever forget that."

(Y/N)'s lip quivered and their eyes filled with tears again, hands folded in their lap. "Really?" They asked, not believing the words.

"Really. I'll spend every single day with you if that's what it takes to prove that I do," Asmo said, smiling up at them. "You're my world, and even if you may not believe it, it's true."

"T-thank you, Asmodeus," they choked out, tears falling again. They quickly tried to wipe the tears away before slipping their arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a much needed hug, feeling much better just hearing his words of reassurance. They pulled back after a moment, sniffling softly. "After I change, can we watch (f/s)? I'm behind on a couple episodes."

Asmo nodded, resting his arms against the bed, looking up at them with adoration written on his expression. He was glad that he could make them feel a little bit better. He would definitely make it a point to share some words with the demon the next day, but for now, the only thing that matter was (Y/N). "Of course, we'll watch whatever you want. But only if I can be the big spoon."

[lvnatiq]

Cheers to the mess pt.1 |

Nicky Valentino x Reader

a/n: Hello, my love. So this was based on the idea of Jealous!Nicky Valentino. Let me know if you have any suggestions or questions about anything concerning my writing or Nicholas Valentino because my heart, soul and ass belongs to him truly. By the way, I proofread for the first time so make a wish while you’re at it lmao.

-Italic phrases in quotation marks are indicating readers inner monologue, meanwhile, words in italic are used to emphasize the meaning of the word itself-

warnings: usage of inappropriate language, slight angst.

The night is still young, the speakeasy is filled with the late-night conversations of people with humorous expressions and the delightful sound of the jazz music. You, on the other hand, curiously explored your surroundings as the sweet and sour taste of your booze lingered on the tip of your tongue. You asked Ralph to let you have some time with yourself while you were waiting for Nicky to come. You two spoke on the phone, arranging your rendez-vous, approximately two hours ago. Now, there you were sitting at a casual table in the speakeasy for an hour waiting for your sweetheart. Worried that something might've happened to him.

"Where is he? I hope the meeting didn't take a turn for the worst."

You thought to yourself as you tapped your fingers against the wooden material of the table, letting your anxiety get the best of you. Your eyes focused on the entrance gate of the speakeasy, wishing for him to stroll in at that moment. Today seemed like it wasn't your lucky day as your wishes are not being granted. The feeling of loneliness soon turned to utter boredom. The more bored you got, the more attractive the thought of losing yourself at the bar became.

"If I am about to let my stress romance it's way into giving me a nervous breakdown, at least I should get it a nice drink. It would be rude of me not to."

Your desire for a Manhattan led you to take a couple of steps towards the bar. Settling down on the stool, you slowly took off your gloves. The feeling of warmth left your fingertips, the cold surface of the glass table taking its place. The bartender took his shaker as he made his way towards your spot. You opened your mouth, eager to spill the magical name of your remedy.

"A Manhattan-"

"A Singapore Sling for the lady."

Your words were cut short by the silhouette of a stranger located behind your stool. This moment felt too familiar for your liking, almost like a Deja Vu. You slowly turned your head towards the unknown figure as they casually sat down beside you.

"Very rude of me to not introduce myself."

He said, extending his hand in your direction. The bartender's eyes followed the young man's gesture, holding an unreadable expression. You could feel the unusual tension in the air, nevertheless, you remained unbothered. Looking at his hand and then meeting his gaze, you extended your hand for a handshake. Your attempt went unnoticed as he gently turned your hand placing his lips on top of it.

"Matteo Bianchi."

The moment Matteo said his name, the bartender dropped his shaker, practically spilling whatever was inside of it. Shaken by the sound you averted your gaze to the bartender. His hands were shaking, hurriedly trying to clean up the mess he created. He glanced at you, his eyes had panic written all over them as if he was trying to tell you to be cautious, making you even more curious.

Unaffected by his gesture you slowly pulled your hand back as you directed your gaze back to the drink menu.

"Pleasure to meet you, Matteo."

You said, paying him no attention what so ever. Matteo laughed under his breath as he studied your figure. Your drink came into sight, you were still upset at not having your Manhattan.

"Where are you, Nicholas ?"

"I'm impressed that I managed to choose a drink that suited your aura well, miss...?"

You didn't want to give him your name but the reaction that the bartender gave at his name made you reevaluate your choices. Not wanting to cause trouble to anyone including yourself you took a sip from your drink as you responded.

"(y/n)."

You paused as you turned to him, letting your curiosity do the talking.

"How come this drink suits my aura well, Mr. Bianchi ?"

He smiled as he lifted his drink pointing it at your way.

"You seem like a bittersweet woman. Just like the drink."

You laughed, entertained by his way of using words, you decided to let yourself loose by following his game. Observing his looks for the first time, you realized that he was quite charming. His face reminded you of Paul Newman.

You let your thoughts wander as two women with enchanting appearances passed by greeting Matteo with flirtatious looks, giving you a death stare on the side.

"Alright, you seem pretty involved with bittersweet women."

Matteo laughed throwing his head back.

"Enough about bittersweet women-"

"Oh, so you want me out of here? Because I'll make it happen."

Your attempts at escaping failed as he caught you by your waist. Making you feel inevitably uncomfortable.

"Matteo, please-"

"Hands off."

The voice of the man you craved for the entire day has finally appeared. Nicky's harsh tone made Matteo take a step back. Then Matteo opened his arms wide, followed by his sarcastic tone.

"Man of the hour, Nicholas Valentino to whom do I owe the pleasure?"

Nicky placed his hand at the small of your back as he pulled you closer to him. His grip on you was tight, making you feel safer than before.

"I thought that we were supposed to meet next week."

Nicky said his eyes burning through Matteo's skull, filled with enough rage to kill him right on the spot.

"I need to settle it now, I have a meeting with Romano tomorrow. You don't want him to get the deal do you?"

Matteo said unconcernedly. You could hear Nicky curse under his breath. You placed your hand on his giving it a squeeze, trying to reassure him.

"Alright then, let's get this over with."

Nicky let his hand loose as he started to walk to the booth alongside Matteo. Appalled by his behavior, you started to follow their steps. They sat down and you moved to sit beside Nicky. Noticing that you followed them Nicky turned to you lowering himself as he whispered in your ear.

"Toots, would you mind giving us some space while you treat yourself at the bar?"

You looked at him, getting angrier each second passing by. Being kept in the dark wasn't something that you fancied.

"Excuse me? Are we really doing this again Nicky?" You said, your tone exposing your frustration. Your mind brings up memories of your first time in this speakeasy, where Nicky left you stranded because of business. But now you are a part of the Valentino family, so what was the problem.

His expression softens as he takes in a deep breath. You tried your best to understand what made him so uptight.

"You two... are you together?"

Matteo's voice made you snap out of your thoughts as you turned to Nicky, who was definitely not in a good state of mind seeing that he froze.

"Nicholas-"

"We're not together."

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. The waves of shock washed over you as you dropped your gaze on your hands. The thought of leaving right now seemed like a good idea but something inside of you was telling you to dig this situation deeper. This wasn't Nicky, you had to find out what was disturbing him so profoundly.

"Still that doesn't explain your overprotective response, Nicholas. Nonetheless, I am glad if Venus is single by any means."

"Let's get this venture over with, shall we Matteo?"

You wouldn't be lying if you said that this was the first time you saw Nicky this aggressive. He looked like he was so close to shot Matteo dead. You didn't say a word throughout their conversation. Patiently waiting for Nicky's breaking point.

The business they fussed about didn't seem skeptical at all. It was the usual, large amounts of illegal cash transactions and exchanging men for personal protection. Still, your questions remained unanswered. So you decided to follow up with plan B.

"If that's all, it's time for us to leave. Buona serata, Matteo."

Nicky said as he stood up. You, on the other hand, remained unruffled as you grasped your glass tightly completely ignoring him.

"So, Mr. Bianchi, you and Nicky seem to have a history. Do you two go way back? Based on something other than business-related, of course."

Upon hearing your voice Nicky slowly sat back. Taking in a deep breath, he averted his eyes to the bar. Trying to avoid Matteo's gaze.

"Oh, he didn't tell you?"

"No, he did not."

Matteo let out a breathy laugh as he took a cigar out of the silver case placed in front of him. Nicky's hand sneaked up on top of yours under the table, holding it firmly. You intertwined your fingers with his.

"Have you ever heard of The Count of Monte Cristo, (y/n)?"

"Alexandre Dumas, how can I not? One of my favorite novels."

"You become even more interesting by the second, my dear."

Nicky started to pull on his collar to get it loose. His grip on your hand gets even tighter. You can feel the distress radiating over him but you had no choice, he wasn't planning on opening up to you when he should've.

"Our situation is similar to Dantès, Mondego, and Mercédès love triangle. Nicky thinks that I am the Mondego of our scenario."

Finally, it sinks in. Still searching for more clarity you ask,

"You betrayed him, by stealing his lover--"

"Aha! That's the part I am trying to justify for the past five years. I didn't steal her- Minchia! I didn't know that she and Nicky had a thing. I mean she ran after him for quite some time but Nicholas didn't give a shit. How could I know?"

"Matteo cut the bullshit."

Nicky said, eventually joining to your conversation. You most definitely understood the situation at last. At this point it wasn't important whether or not if Matteo was right or wrong, Nicky was insecure at the fact that there might be a possibility of such a thing happening. He couldn't take risks when it comes to you, so he just acted like you meant nothing to him as if that would make Matteo uninterested.

Now that your worries came to an end, your only interest was to get Nicky all riled up.

"I think I heard enough."

Both of them stopped their bickering, turning their appalled gaze towards your direction.

"It looks like we are dragging out our dirty laundries. Well then, let me do my part."

Your devilish smirk took over as your playful aura filled the air.

"So, there is this guy, or more like this utterly, unbelievably handsome fella that makes my heart flutter."

"Oh? Tell me more Venus."

You focused your gaze on Matteo, eyeing him from head to toe. Knowing damn well that Nicky was watching your every move.

"He is compassionate, determined, enthusiastic, fearless, hard-working, kind, loyal, and everything that only a real man can be."

"Gesù Cristo! Who is this man? Are you sure that he isn't just a piece of your beautiful imagination?"

You laughed at Matteo's words. You were savoring every second of this mess, meanwhile, Nicky was chugging his whiskey on rocks.

"I would say that he is a gift from the gods, but unfortunately he is lacking something very important."

"He must've stolen the devil's dime. What does such a man lack that made you back up?"

You looked at the pair of hazel eyes intently watching you. You took a couple of seconds, staring adoringly into his beautiful eyes. You caught yourself getting lost in the honey hue of them. His feelings dripping from his glance, telling a story that only his eyes could tell.

"He is not honest."

You said without separating your eyes from Nicky's. Matteo raised his eyebrows, looking at Nicky and then back at you.

"Do I know this fella?"

"I don't know. All I know is that I like my men bare, in various ways."

Nicky laughed under his breath, placing his hand on top of your thigh.

"Oh my, do you?"

You grasped his tie pulling him to yourself, your lips almost touching his.

"You have no idea-"

Matteo cleared his throat,

"I should get going, you wouldn't want your girl falling for me. I know that my charming nature could cause trouble for a lot of people."

He said as he gave you a wink,

"Get lost Matteo."

Nicky hissed as Matteo approached you taking your hand in his giving it a goodbye kiss.

"Pleasure to meet you, (y/n). I hope that one day you can introduce me to the guy that got you head over heels."

He said jokingly as he turned to leave. Nicky slowly leaned in to kiss you but you stopped him midway.

"I don't kiss random men that have nothing to do with me, Mr. Valentino."

He gave you a smirk that summarized his plans for tonight.

"I might have nothing to do with you, but I certainly have a lot to do to you toots."

You took the last sip from your now empty glass and lifted it in the air.

"Cheers to the mess, my darling."

Vocabulary:

Minchia: in this context used as fuck, as exclamation of surprise.

Gesù Cristo!: Jesus christ!

Buona serata: “have a good evening”

[floette777]

Don't poke the Mama bear!

This is my first Hazbin hotel fanfic. Sorry if its too long, But I hope you enjoy it!😊

Character info:

Nickname: Nunya ( At first was use for being sarcastic to strangers asking for her name but starting to keep it), Mama(The kids) , Mama bear, sugar bear(Valentino) , Thicc mama(Valentino again and Angel just for fun) Thicc cheeks(Val STOP!)

Secret Real name: Lakisha

When/Cause of death: 1970-1997 blood loss and burns.

When Lakisha was a human and alive, She was a mother of 2 boys one is age 2 other is 8. She was happily married with her husband until she discover he cheated on her with a woman by seeing him in recorded video from her friend who sneakily spying on him showing he's with a woman kissing then he jokingly made fun about his wife for being too naive.

Angrily and heartbroken she decided to get a divorce and kick him out instead of forgiving him. But weeks later at night when the family is sleeping her ex-husband came back with his home-wreaking girlfriend to sneak in the house to murder her for insurance money and the kids for not wanting to pay child support.

After they done the job they started to burn the house to make it look like a fire related accident. While they busy making the fire unknowing to them Lakisha was still alive but barely struggle enough strength to stand.

She lost it when she saw her kids dead with blind rage she changed at her husband and the woman with a knife they left on the floor they use to kill the family and stab them brutally. She was too blinded by her own rage while stabbing them not knowing the fire rising around her causing the house roof to collapse on her and killed her.

After death Lakisha tragically separated from her kids and sent to hell for murder. Out of sadness , angry and confusion of seeing her arms turned to bear she wonders in hell thinking of her kids and why she deserves this harsh punishment.

Not long while walking around feeling lost in hell, Demons see her and starting to harassing her by still keeping some of her human appearance after death. Soon her rage builds greatly be the continuing harassment that cause her to snap to started slashes the demons with her claws then crush some of them by her hand with heavy objects she grab around her with physical strength.

Her intense blind rage cause her to have so much physical power that she end up knocked down building with her fist or punch a demon so hard make it to launch towards the building cause it to knock down. Powerful demons who try to defeat her get severely injured or kill by her claws.

Without her knowing news filming her carnage cause overlords to notices her. Most of them don't care about it while some are starting to take interest in her and keep a close eyes on her.

After there's no more demons come to attacking her, her rage fades and starting to get depress thinking of her kids that she'll never see again and wonders the streets. Not for long she took a job to be a meat cutter after a butcher see and amaze by her quick cutting skills slicing the flesh off the bone of a animal she hunts.

He want to know her name and she jokingly call herself Nunya but the butcher didn't notice it and starting to calling her that. She so mentally exhausted to care to correct him and just keep it as her nickname besides she's not comfortable to give her real name strangers especially demons. He call himself Butcher. (I know lazy am I right?) Who also don't like revival his real name.

She accepted his offer since It's useful for her to get easy money and food since she doesn't really enjoy killing even though she hates to admit that it is a good stress reducing at times.

He show and gave her apartment since the demon who lives there not too long ago left the area out of fear after seeing her wonders around the area then remembering facing her and in up with close to fatal wounds by her claws. She thanks Butcher and walk inside thinking of resting before work while having thoughts of her kids thinking if they doing well in heaven.

While working she been visit by other strong demons who wanted her to join them but she shrug it off and didn't care about getting more turf since she have already have a apartment roomie enough for her so she good for now and plus she enjoy her freedom to do whatever she want. Some will not take no for answer and try to force her to join.. Well, Let's just say they didn't come out in one piece.

She heard about overlords from Butcher while she working cutting meats warns her saying "You better be careful out there and not make your anger blinded you especially if you ran to a overlord."

She look at him confuse "Overlord?". Butcher nods "They're far more stronger then the other powerful demons you faces, It be suicide to go facing one of them, So be careful." She stare at him and nods, she doesn't care much about the warnings but keep a eye out.

Valentino was the first overlord she met and Boy she dislike him greatly. Nunya was walking around the city avoiding crowded places to not get attention to herself and cause unnecessary fights since she like her alone time while being free from work today. She fails at that.

Soon a red Limo slowly stop beside her but she pay no mind kept on walking. If its another demon try to fight her, It will regret it greatly once she get her hands on them for trying ruin her day off work.

She hear the glass window of the limo going down but didn't look back and kept walking. But she pause her walk after a voice of a man call out to her saying something that want to rip the throat of this person who saids it.

"Hey baby, Where your fine thick bear a** going." She slowly turn around ready to slash the face off whoever saids it. Then see a man sitting in the back of the limo wearing a something like a trash rich pimp she see in movies when she's alive, Giving her a flirtation smirk. While a woman who wearing things that doesn't look like clothes to her since it barely cover her body, sitting on his lap but got off after that red pimp moves her away while he got Nunya's attention.

"Don't call my that, If you want to lose your face." She say after fully turns around staring at him in the eyes with full of anger and annoyance.

He creepy smile with amuse of her anger. "Ooh feisty~ I like that in a woman." He lick his teeth while looking at her, She cringe at that. He continues " I been watching you baby and let's just say, I enjoy that spicy spirit when I saw you on video."

"What!? Video!? You telling me this city have security camera around her!? She turn her head to looks around at building her to see if she spots one. He ignore her question and continue. "I couldn't stop seeing you in action, ripping your enemies apart, slashing them till there nothing but pile of flesh and kicking them hard that makes your big booty jiggles."

She stare at him in horror and disgusted having her claw out ready to kill him. He unfazed by her and continues "You also still having your human appearance that's make you even more desirable. I want to part of my minions and don't worry I take great care of you. You'll be one my top assistant. So what do you say baby cakes."

She stare at with even more disgust. "GRRR, How about a great big more like a giant fat NO!! An take your creepy perverted behind self an your pimp wagon an SCRAM!!!" Then she fast walking away from him to get as far away as possible from him. Valentino was surprised at her out-burst then started to laugh by amusement. He yell out for her saying "My Offer is still in the table baby, I be waiting for you Thicc cheeks!"

She pause her fast mid walk then quickly turn to look at him glaring at him angrily. "Call me that again, I'll rip your balls out." Valentino look her up and down then say "Wow, I didn't even know you're that kinky thicc cheeks".

Nunya have enough of his perverted nicknames then make a bear roar then charged to crush him and the Limo he's in but it drove off before she got the chance. Valentino yell out saying "I see you soon thicc cheeks!" Nunya right eye twitching while watching the limo drove off and she hoping heavily to never see the perverted demon again.

Unknowning to her since she didn't buy a T.V yet. She was on the news again today showing her her yelling and threatening overload Valentino ready to fight him. "And there the video! Crazy right, The raging bear woman have to be one retarded demon to yelling at a overlord! Do she have a death wish!? I do hope so, It give me more action and bloodshed in the news if that happens!" While laughing.

Unlucky for Nunya, Because of that video that the news video showing her yelling at Val" A overloads who watches her on a news video is taking a even more interests in her smiling sinister while watching the video.

She return to work next day right after she step in the meat market, Butcher came toward her saying " Are you insane!?

She look at him confuse. "What are talking about?" Butcher wiping the sweat with his cloth and explain. "The news of you arguing at Overlord Valentino!" She look horrify at him. "You tell me that man a overlord?"

Butcher look at her and nod. "I couldn't blame you of being scare. Realized you just coming face 2 face with a overlord can be one of the most terrifying thing in hell but You luck he didn- but was stop by Nunya. "l wasn't scare about him being a Overlord, I'm more upset that I can't easily kill that pervert pimp the next time I see him!"

Soon she pause."Wait, I'M ON THE NEWS!?!?

A while after that mess with discover the perverted pimp is a overlord and her being on the news that she or butcher didn't know how able to film and put it on t.v so quickly.

She thankfully didn't met with any overlords especially Valentino yet for awhile knowing she might not be lucky next time if the a overlord not gonna take her refusing to join them and take her by force. She will fight to not be a toy to let them do what they want with her. She knows she can't beat a overlord but she will not back down even if it's kill her.

Years later she still thinking of her kids and sadden she will never see her kids and family again. She is still thankful her kids are in a safe place and not down here with her in this horrible place.

She still have the hatred of her ex-husband and that home-wreaker woman. She knows their somewhere in hell but not going to bother searching for them to kill them all over again since its a waste of her time and he kinda forgave them for murdering her, But she NEVER forgive them for taking her childrens life. If she see one of them, She make sure cut them in diced and feed them to hellhounds for murdering her kids.

While walking back to work to the meat market she then saw the scorpion child a cross the street begging for food then she see a demon harshly shoved the child to the ground while laughing. Out of shock and rage she quickly went over then grab the demon by lifting it by the head saying threatening "If I ever see you put your nasty hands or hurting a child again, I will rip you apart, NOW SCRAM!!!" She throw the demon into the sky far away and don't care where the demon landed.

Xosa look amazed seeing the demon who harm her throw up to in the sky then look back Nunya amaze but and look at her confusion. "W-why you help me? Mother say, i-it's normal for demon to be c-cruel and hitting me. It's part of life in hell." She saids while nervously look up at the bear demon waiting for a answer.

Nunya look at a little shock that the little girl's mother said to her being harm is normal but quickly changed her expression. "Just because I'm in hell doesn't means it's ok to harm childrens. Beside it's disgust me how they treated anybody who defenseless and desperately needed help". Xosa surprised by her answer and start to tear up by her kindness.

Nunya ask she come with her if she like so she can give her some meat to eat. Beside she hate to leave her here alone and defenseless with dangerous demon roaming around. Xosa nods and followed closely.

Unknowingly a demon in red smiling sinisterly at them with amusement from seeing the whole scene.

During there walk to the meat market, Xosa explain why she alone saying her mom abandoned her for a rich demon while saying she doesn't want a worthless child in the way of her becoming a wealthy woman. So she was toss her out of the car by her mom and drove off while hearing them laughing. She been struggling to survive and hide from dangerous demons for weeks until she couldn't bare being Hungry and start begging for food.

Nunya is angry and disgusted by Xosa's mother action then turn to sadness for Xosa being homeless and defenseless in this dangerous place. "Hey, I know you just met me but, do you want to be adopted by me? I promise I will take care of you and make sure no other demon harm you." Xosa surprised by that then started smile at her and nods happily "Really!? Yes please! You so nice to save me from that mean ol demon! Not many demons help another in need! You're also so strong! I want to be strong like you, I want to throw others who attack me with ease!".

Nunya smile looking down at the little girl talking fast while happily skipping next to her holding her hand then pause a bit and realize she haven't been smile or feel any kind of happiness for years during her first day in hell. She thinking back her kids when she alive with them, She really missed that feeling.

The Butcher didn't mind Xosa staying in the shop while she working as long she doesn't mess with his precious meats. Xosa soon wants to help around the shop because of boredom then Butcher let her help cleaning by wiping the glass and sweeping the floor to help out.

Days later Nunya standing in behind the meat stand waiting while the butcher take a restroom break. She watch Xosa drawing and coloring something on paper on the table then they both heard the front door open and see a strange demon in red with animal-like ears looks like a fox ears? No, not a fox since they don't have tiny antlers, maybe a deer she thinks. She see he's dressing something like her grandpappy use to wear back in the day when he was young. The red demon came in and walking towards her while smiling widely at her in a way that she doesn't feel right about and most weirded that she is hearing... Static noises?

The smiling red demon greeted her. "Hello dear! I just wonder if you see the Butcher. I want to speak to him!" She is surprise by his voice sound like a radio but calmly respond. " The butcher is taking a dump break, He be out the restroom soon."

The red demon make a disgust look while smiling. "Miss, You don't have to tell me the full details. You could just say he taking a quick break."

Nunya shrug but apologize about it. "My bad, let's start over. Hello welcome to the to meat market. Sorry the butcher you looking for is busy right now, He's taking da poo poo." The red demon face froze while smiling. She hears a little giggles then look behind the red demon to see Xosa covers her mouth trying to quiet her giggles. Nunya smiles then stop after hearing loud static around her then look back at the red demon and see his face change into a even more creepier look. But instead of showing fear she just raise her eyebrows while looking at him in the eyes unfazed with a are you serious look. She never met a demon get so work up over her say dump or poo before. Of all the nasty things she heard demons said in hell that tick him off? Really.

Before anything happen Xosa ran up happy between them showing her art she done "Mama look I draw and color you!" Nunya quickly forget about the intense stare down with the red demon. Look at the picture she draw and her heart melts. The red demon see her eyes sparkles in a pure motherly love that he never see for a very long time.

"Aww, Thank you sweety! That's the most beautiful drawing of me I ever saw!" Nunya say sweetly. Xosa smiles turns toward the red demon her art happily showing to him asking what he thinks.

Nunya almost forgot the about the mysterious red demon she quickly look at him seeing him looking down at the art Xosa showing with the same creepy smiling on his face with statics sound getting louder. Before she react.

The red demon stop his creepy look and praise Xosa " My , my ,What a amazing draw you did there my dear! You'll make a fine artist if you keep it up!" Xosa gleefully thanked him and ran back the table to draw more.

Nunya surprise about that since almost every demon they met be rudely ignore her or threatening Xosa. She will punch the demon threw a brick wall who even dare hurt Xosa.

She about to apologize for her rude behavior early but it went down heel after the smiley demon say in a more sinisterly way. "If the child didn't interrupt me, I will rip your tongue out by now.

Static started more loudly again with redness colors slowly forming around them.

Nunya silently look at him with wide eyes. The red demon stop his threatening looks and smiles satisfy thinking he scares her... Boy was he wrong.

Slowly Nunya face goes to shock to a raging look then quickly grab him by the waist with her one big bear hand and lift him up with ease.

She roaring shouting "HOW DARE YOU THREATENING ME!!! I WAS ABOUT TO APOLOGIZE FOR MY RUDE BEHAVIOR AND YOU SAY YOU WANT TO RIP MY TONGUE OUT!?!!? I GONNA SNAP YOUR WAIST LIKE A KIT KAT BAR!!!!"

Xosa quickly went behind the table scare knowing how her Mama is toward demons did anything to make her mad. Before anything happen the butcher calmly walk out the back room after done his business while the sametime hearing Nunya raging voice again after a demon goes to far too anger her.

But it's a good thing he did use the restroom, After seeing what Nunya grabbing in her bear hand while shouting at, his blood drains from his face when he see its the radio demon who looking at her stun while smiling. He would of sh**ing himself.

Butcher quickly rush to grab her shoulder to get her attention, before Nunya turns her head about to him to tell him what's going on. She see the Butcher face is pale and sweating with fear. She never see him this terrified before.

Butcher look her in the eyes try to stay calm but failing badly said "N-Nunya, P'p-put the r-radio demon down, Now." Nunya look at him confuse. "Radio demon?" She look back at the demon name radio demon seeing he didn't try to move a inch at her grip just starting at her like at smiling statue. That really creep her out.

Nunya look back at the butcher say " Why? I about to toss the smiling red lamp post out of- The Butcher interrupt her " Nunya! T-this isn't no regular demon, He a overlord but far more stronger." Nunya silently look back at radio demon who she still holding by the waist still didn't move just starting at her smiling with no change of expression.

Nunya look back at the butcher then say... "You mean this life size strawberry popsicle looking man is a overlord?" Before butcher say anything they both hear a finger snap then suddenly black tentacles came out of nowhere grabbing her arm that holds the radio demon and squeeze it painfully making her let go.

Nunya slash the tentacles that holds her but more came out of nowhere and grab her. Xosa was crying for her and the butcher bowing begging the radio demon to forgive them but he didn't pay attention to him but at Nunya seeing her keep slashing and ripping his tentacles that keep reappearing and tightening their grip on her. He amuse at her not backing down even though she losing this battle with the tentacles starting to tighten around her body making her make a pained expression.

Before he move his fingers more without flinching he feel a sudden pain cause him to pause for a bit after feeling he was jab by something sharp behind his leg. Instead of turning around body he just turn his whole head around see the little scorpion girl looking at him tearful angry eyes using the tip of her tail to stab him with poison but it barely did a thing but make his leg feel a little numb.

"L-Let go of Mama! You mean demon! Radio demon look at her amuse then his shadow grab her and lift her by the tail. Xosa scream out of surprise as the shadow lift her face 2 face with the radio demon in fear.

"You know it rude to interrupt a adult conversation."

Xosa start to cry in fear before the radio demon do anything he heard a bear like roar and see the bear demon Nunya struggling ripping the tentacles apart slowly pulling towards the radio demon while his tentacles try to pull her back. "LET HER GO YOU SMILING PIECE OF SH**"

The radio demon smile even more widely with amusement at her determination to get him with her claws but failed as the tentacles drag her back.

The radio demon smile and then say to her "You know, It was very rude of you to grab me without my permission, Dear." He then turn and was about to snap his fingers toward Xosa

For the first time in hell Nunya show fear at her face. "STOP!!!!"

The radio demon pause and look at her. Nunya look at him with a fearful look on her face. "Please.. Don't hurt Xosa. You can rip my arm my leg ANYTHING. Just don't hurt her."

Radio demon smile at her more darken. "How about another deal, Join me become mine servant."

Nunya flinch at that, She doesn't want to be tied down by some demon so they can do whatever they want with her but agree for Xosa sake.

"GRRRRrrrrrrrr......*sigh* Fine."

Radio demon smile widen at her then said. "Wow I didn't expect that be easy!"

Nunya pause for a bit... "Wait wha-"

Radio demon snap his fingers then tentacles quickly left down the floor then the shadow let go the Xosa by dropping her on a chair and everything went back to normal.

Nunya look around seeing everything fix like there wasn't any tentacles come out of the floor. She look to see the butcher alright he was breathing heavily with his eyes look like it about to pop out.

Alastor turns and smile at her with excitement " Bravo that was spectacular! I never expected a demon will willingly sacrifice there life for someone! What a wonderful performance!" They hear like audiences clapping out of nowhere.

Nunya was confuse and speechless. "What are you talking about?"

The Radio demon explains " l been watching you for a while for awhile dear and I got to say I was amuse by you since the first day you came to hell. I want you to join me but I realized you are one tough cookie with claws, I seen many other powerful demon try to make you join them including.. Valentino..

The radio demon say the perverted overlord's name with disgusted. Hey at least she not the only one who dislike him.

The radio demon continues "I notice you will fight to the death to not be tied down to be a servant to another demon for your freedom and I don't want that no no no no that be a tragic waste of entertainment if you die! So I wait patiently to find your weaknesses so I can have a chance to make you join me willingly."

Nunya left eye twitch trying not to snap while he continues.

"For years I was about to give up knowing nothing in hell will break you're ferocious spirit to join me but then that day you met the little scorpion girl."

The radio demon look at Xosa and Xosa look back confused. Nunya getting more angry with her claws scratching the flood trying so hard not slicing and dicing the red demon.

"After seeing you protect the poor little orphan child, I see your face starting to lighting up and you smile for the first time in years ever since you adopted little girl. And I must say you have such a sweet smile."

The radio demon take a look at Nunya face seeing her looking very angry ready to slash him in half.

"So I decided a great plan of using Xosa as a way to break you spirit to join me and well you know, It's works!"

The Butcher look at the radio demon with fear and exhaustion from his heart pounding fast. "So you wasn't going to kill us and destroying my market?"

The Radio demon start to laugh with the audience laugh with him "No, no, My good man, Your market have the bestest meat in hell. It be a terrible waste! Beside it was all a act! Except the part she grabbing my waist almost crushing me, Now that's a shocker!"

The Butcher sigh with relief then thanking the radio demon for not killing them and destroy the market.

Nunya... Is about to lose it.

Xoxa came and ask the radio demon " You're not going to hurt me?"

He smile at her " Oh course my dear, I wasn't gonna hurt you. Until you stab me behind my leg with your stinger, I was going to let my shadow and pop your little tail out.~

Xosa stare at him with wide eyes then run quickly toward her Mama hiding behind her glaring at him while Nunya growling at him for scaring Xosa.

The radio demon laugh "I was joking my dear.... Maybe."

The radio demon soon turns to the door. "Well, look like I over my stay my welcome today, I have a busy day to finish! I will dial you when I need your servants. Also Butcher , Make sure my order ready next time I come."

The Butcher nods feverishly.

Before the radio demon leave out the door he look back at Nunya. "You can call me Alastor and smile my dear, You never fully dress without one." He then walk out.

Butcher sigh closing his eyes " Thank goodness everything is fine again, Seriously Nunya you should be really careful next-

He open his eyes and see only Xosa looking where the door is. Horrify he look quickly at the door to see Nunya runs out the door.. His heart stop for that moment.

"Alastor!" He stop his walking and look over his shoulder to see Nunya running catching up then stop in front of him breathing heavily.

"Yes my dear?" Alastor turns while smiling. Nunya look at him with a look with no anger look in her eyes but looking nervously at him. Looks like she starting to respect him after seeing his power he thought.

Nunya then look at him in such a soft smile. He didn't lie about her having a sweet smile he like to see that more.

"I want to thank you properly for not destroying the market and not hurting Xosa. Butcher work very hard to making the best meat in hell and he been helping me ever since my during my first week here. I will feel awful if I be the cause of his business to be ruin.

Alastor smile widen " Of course my dear. You don't have to worry about that. Like I say before it's was all a act! He is my favorite meat seller you know!

Nunya nods smiling and continue " Also is it really true that you say my smile look sweet to you?" Nunya looking down the ground while blushing.

Alastor look at her speechless, It's so weird to see her like this since he use to her I'm gonna kill you look but he not surprised, He always have that charm to easily sweep girls of their feet. "Of course my dear your smile look very pretty on you!"

"Awww!" Nunya ran to him to give him a bear hug on his waist and Alastor frozen of her unexpected action with a sound of record screech. "Thank you~." She say sweetly.

Alastor try to move her bear arms off him. "My dear, Can I ask you to not hug me with my permission. Next time I won't be forgiven."

While he say that, He didn't see the pure fiercely rage on her face returns ready to snap.

"Oh don't worry, it won't happen again, Alastor~" Suddenly her bear arms tighten more on his waist. "Alastor?"

Alastor look down at her getting annoyed of her still hugging him. "Yes dear?"

"GO TO HEAVEN!!!!!!"

Before he react she quickly spins with him and use all her strength to throw Alastor up the air while he screaming in a inhuman scream (Is that what deer's scream sound like?) while a sound of static slowly fade with him and he disappear into the sky.

She yell at the sky where she throw him "THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING AT MEAT MARKET HOPE TO SEE YOU NEVER!!!!!"

She then walk by Butcher while he and the other bystanders look up the sky at shock where they last seen the radio demon.

" Let's get home Xosa. So I get ready to make dinner we having shepherd's pie tonight!"

Xosa jump happily " Yay can I help cook?!"

"Sure sweety , See ya tomorrow Butcher I'll bring you some pie as a apology for today. Well have a good nite." They both walk away.

Butcher didn't say anything but his eyes widen with face frozen looking at the direction of the sky where he last scene Alastor thrown. "This woman gonna get me kill."

Later that night after she and Xosa done cooking before they start fixing their plates she heard a a knock on the door. She look at Xosa as a signal to go hide just incase it's a unwelcoming visitor.

When she get closer to the door she hear... Radio Static. (Dang he came back that quick!?) she thought to her self. She expects him to confront her tomorrow when she work. Why he had to come in the middle of Shepherd's pie nite. She sigh and open the door seeing a Alastor with a even more sinister face with his eyes growing.

She notice he's all wet from head to toes with his deer ears lower on his head. Curious she asking him before he kills her.

"Before you rip my tongue, Can you tell me where my throw land you?"

Alastor smile widen but in a very I will rip your heart off and eat it in front of you look but decided to hold on a bit and tell her before punishing her GREATLY! "Well my dear~ When you rudely throw me up the sky tell me go to heaven and no I didn't make it to heaven."

Nunya is not surprised by that but still a little disappointed.

He continued "when I falling I land in a middle of a pool." Nunya look at him even more disappointed. "Well I don't see you to get that mad, At least you land somewhe-

Alastor raise his hand to stop her. "It's not just a pool... It's was Valentino's...

She about to speak again but stop again by his hand. " It's wasn't empty... He was there with many other demons and they-" Alastor look like he about to throw up. "Having a orgy..."

She look at him horrified. "Oh wow, I was hoping I throw you and you landed on sharp rocks but that 100x worst.

She shutters remembering her first encounter with Valentino. She really hope not see him again anytime soon. "Sorry about that, I not apologizing for throwing you you deserve that but sorry for landing you in one of the most horrific parts of hell" She cringe thinking about Val's pool party.

Alastor agree with a slow nod. "It still doesn't change that I will punish you greatly for that." he growls while static getting more louder.

Nunya sigh not surprised about that. "Ok before you rip something like my tongue out, Can we do this after we eat? I made Shepherd's pie."

Alastor pause "shepherd?" Alastor look at her with confusion.

"You never heard of one?" She ask him curiosity.

He stare at her and shake his head slowly as a no. Then she got a ideal. "Hey if you enjoy my Shepherd's pie will you won't rip my body apart?"

Alastor growls at her with statics sounds getting more loud while smiling ready snap his finger to summon his tentacles to rip her arm off but He then thinks a bit after smelling the food coming out of her home , He didn't taste any new food for awhile and he is pretty hungry from the mess she put him through. He still remember feeling those succubus try to grab at him while he try to escape at Val's abomination pool while Val laughing at him struggling to get away from those nude demons. He shuttered thinking about it. Plus ripping her arms off will cripple her losing his entertainment he was waiting for a long time.

"Fine dear, If the pie you made is good I won't rip anything from your body but if it's not good..." Radio Static slowly building to be louder "Say goodbye to one of your arm." Alastor say in a darkly radio voice.

Unfazed by his threat Nunya let him in then walk towards the kitchen. Xosa glare nervously at Alastor hiding behind the couch but come out when Mama call her. "Sweety, May you go get two big towel for me please?" Xosa nods but look at Alastor glaring at him with a I don't trust you look and left to get some.

Alastor look around the apartment couldn't help how cozy it looks and feel here inside like there not in hell.

He look see some drawings on the short living room table with crayons on top he could tell was Xosa with some drawing of herself pretending to be a some princess wearing a big pink dress while holding a sword with a coloring of red post to be blood on the tip of the blade. "Oh how cute." He thought while smiles sinisterly. He see some drawing with her with Nunya and a somewhat funny drawing of Butcher.

Nunya look at Alastor making show her isn't wonder of the house then see Xosa coming with towels. "Here Mama! I got clean ones!" She say proudly. Nunya smile at her " Thank you sweety." While motherly petting on Xosa head.

Alastor looks at them then sudden remember when his mother affection by petting his head. Alastor big smile almost loosen but quickly rise back seeing Nunya walking towards him then holding up a towel for him.

*Here, don't want you to keep tracking water on my floor. I also have to remember bleaching the floor later. Knowing where those water came from." She said while cringe thinking about of Val's pool.

Alastor look at the towel and grins. "No need my dear!" Nunya looks at him confuse before she say anything Alastor all of sudden shake his head making the water splash around her.

After he down she stare at him with in wide eyes didn't once move while hording the towel toward him. He then snap his finger and he incently dry like he wasn't wet moments ago.

Xosa who's lucky not close enough to get a drop on her look at her Alastor then at Mama in shock seeing wet droplets everywhere on her mama's face and apron.

Nunya right eye twitching looking at the smiling red dear demon trying hard not to choke him "Why didn't you do that before you walk in my apartment? " She say trying not to yell.

Alastor chuckles sinisterly. "Let just say it's part of your punishment, My dear.~" Nunya claws starting to come out but retreated back. Nunya sigh try to calm herself then turns around towards the kitchen while drying herself with the towel that was suppose to be for Alastor.

Alastor then went towards the table and sit and Xosa came also but then move her chair away from Alastor looking at him in distrust. Nunya then came with each plates with pie on it. She give the first plate to Xosa and lay it gently on the table in front of her.

"Here you go, Eat up sweety." Nunya say while smile a little at Xosa. "Yay, I will!" Xosa say happily then starts to eat. Nunya walk to Alastor to give him his plate but instead on putting it down gently she slap the plate on the table but not enough to make the food spill. "Eat." She say without looking at Alastor then went to get her a plate and sit next to Xosa.

Alastor look at the plate with surprise it doesn't look like pie but a lots of cheese for topping with potatoes , with some chop vegetables and ground beef. Nunya looks at him guesting what's he's thinking and sigh. "I know it seem weird at first but trust me it's not bad once you tasted it."

Alastor look at her with a untrusting look then she rolls her the say "Don't worry, I didn't put anything on your food. Beside I hate wasting good food." She then went back to eating. Alastor look at her smiling in a sinister smile. "Remember dear, If the food isn't good. Pop goes your arm.~"

Xosa stop her mid eating then quickly looking back and forth at Alastor and Mama while Nunya rolls her eyes unfazed by his threat continuing eating. Alastor scoop up some of the food on the fork then slowly put it in him mouth. To his surprised the food actually tastes pretty good. The taste like a warm homemade meals made with a mother's touch.

"My my, the food you make is actually taste good.~ Alastor say then take another bite. Xosa sigh with relief then smile at Alastor. "I know right!? Mama make the best food, I never taste anything this great before! I happy she's my Mama, I can eat many delicious food without being only in my birthday!" She happily say then went back to eating.

Alastor smile at the Xosa childlike behavior. "You right, I can tell by your expression she take great care of you. You a lucky orphan to meet her before your miserable fate." Xosa nods then continuing eating. Alastor notices the bear demon haven't say anything yet and look at her seeing Nunya looking away try to look angry while trying not to blush then mumbles a thank you.

After they done eating, Nunya starting to pick up the dishes but stop by Alastor. " Allow me.~" He say then snap his finger causing the dishes on the table disappear. Nunya look at Alastor annoyed about to tell him where the dishes is then suddenly hear noises then look back and see the dishes on the drying rack all clean and dry.

Nunya look at it surprised and look at Alastor. "Um,Thank you?" Alastor then smile widely "You're welcome dear, It's my thanks for giving me the nice meal. Xosa then came towards Alastor. "Wow, How you clean the dishes with a snap with your finger!? Can you teach me please!" Xosa looking at him with sparkling eyes and Alastor chuckles at her.

"Sorry my dear, A great magician doesn't give away his tricks.~" Xosa look at him with big begging eyes. "Oh pleeease, I promise I won't tell!" But she was stop by Nunya. "That's enough Xosa, Beside it's time for you to get ready for bed." Nunya say motherly and lightly push Xosa to walk away to get ready. Xosa sigh and nods. "Ok, Goodnight Alastor."

"Goodnight dear." Alastor said while both of them looking at Xosa walking down the small hallway towards the bathroom and went in. Nunya then look at him. "Thank you for being nice to Xosa, She have a hard time sleep when she stress, Especially she don't need to worry about me losing my arm....Right" She narrow her eyes look at Alastor.

Alastor smiles at her. "Don't worry dear, Your cook just save your arm." Nunya sigh in relief. She not may not be afraid of him but she don't the ideal of losing her arm.

"But that doesn't mean you not getting punish." Alastor say in a sinister tone. Nunya look at him annoyed like she not surprised by him saying that. "Grrr, You say I won't get punish if my food good!" Alastor smile at her widely "oh no no my dear, I mean I won't rip anything off your body. You still getting punish for throwing me."

Nunya growls at him Alastor continue "Don't worry I won't punish you now. I have to take time to think of a good punish for you, It may take a tomorrow maybe day or even weeks. For the mean time my dear servant..~" Alastor then walk towards her "Be afraid." Nunya raised her claws preparing to fight all of sudden Alastor disappear in front of her. She desperately looking around the room for him while she turns to look at the spot where she last saw him... She see red eyes looking at very close to hers with dials as pupils "Be very afraid." He say while loud radio static noises rumbles the apartment with redness around her then he disappear.

Nunya stand there silent starting where she last see Alastor. "Mama!?" Xosa yell out the bathroom in the tub "Is everything ok!? The whole bathroom shaking!" Nunya look at the bathroom door "I'm ok sweety it's just a little rumble" She say while her hands twitching. "Just continue finished your bath." Xosa then yell out a "Okay!"

Nunya glaring the spot Alastor is with eyes twitching . (So he think he can come to my life , threatening to hurt Xosa , trick me to become his servant and now try to scare me in my home after feeding him a good meal!?)

Then she smiles showing all her teeth in a very tick off look ("He wants entertainment, I GIVE HIM THE ENTERTAINMENT HE WANTS!!)

**BREAKING NEW**

"We're here live tell you the breaking news in hell! There's videos shown of Bear demon Nunya throwing the Radio demon!" Tom say then you can here audience gasping in the background then Katie respond "Crazy I'm I right!? I thought her she yelling at Valentino is the retarded thing now I think she have no brain at all in her fat head for she throwing one of the strongest overlords! Hahaha She is so dead!"

A Demon with a tv for a head stop whatever he doing looking at the television after hearing about the radio demon

"Right you are Katie! Here the recording video footage of Nunya throwing Alastor by the bystander who seen it all!"

The video starts showing Nunya talking to Alastor. "Oh this is crazy! I quickly pull out my phone after seeing the psycho bear woman calling out for the radio demon, This is crazy man!" The R.D(Means recording demon) said in the video then another voice in the video response to R.D "I know right!? Knowing her history it is scary what she might do, But it is more terrifying if she angers the radio demon this whole area be in chaos.

Then video show Nunya looking down blushing the video shakes a little. "W-wha, She blushing!? I never see her acting like this before, She acting like a school girl confessing her crush, I'm used to her looking angry this is more scary!" R.d say in a nervous tone then the Bystander respond "D*mn, Maybe the rumors of Alastor have the charm to woos ladies of their feet is true. If he can charm her anything possible!"

Then other bystander can be hear in the background of the video "Oh no, My Val×Nunya shipping club is in danger!"

"....Wait wha-" Before R.D about to turns the camera to see who saids that Nunya suddenly hugs Alastor's small waist with Alastor flinch at the contact but still keep a smiling face. "WHAT!?!?" R.d yell in disbelief. "She hugging the radio demon!? This is insane, Did she confess her lust for him and he accepts!?" The bystander say in shock. "Well looks like my shipping sinks in the bottom of a cold cruel sea ." Another bystander say in sadness.

Then they hear a loud "GO TO HEAVEN!!!!"

Then all of sudden the video show Nunya quickly lift Alastor off the ground then make a briefly fast spin with him in her arms then let him go causing him to went flying way up the sky with nonstop while making a inhuman scream with radio static sound slowing goes away the further he flown. Demon bystanders can be heard in the video gasping, shouting in disbelief , and saying we gonna die.

"Oh my Lucifer, D-did she just throw the radio demon?" R.d saying in high pitched voice." The video zooming at the red sky trying to see where Alastor thrown off to but he flew too far to been seen. "THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING AT MEAT MARKET HOPE TO SEE YOU NEVER!" Nunya was heard yelling without the video showing her since it too focus on the sky.

"Ight I'm gonna head out the area before the radio demon comes back rip us all apart." R.d say while the video quickly went down showing the ground while shaking rapidly from R.d running. "You right about that!" The bystander yell out in the background. Before the video ends another bystander can be hear "Yes, My ValxNunya shipping club is still floating!"

The tv demon look at television with eyes widen a little of the bear demon easily throwing the Radio demon then the news come back on with Katie "Such absolute madness am I right!? What I can't believe the Radio demon let that crazy woman hug him! Does he have a fat fetish as well!?" Katie laughs then Tom respond "Well I couldn't blame him, Did you see the video where somebody film her closely while she fighting demons? The fight causing her dress to lift up enough to show she had one thick a** under that dress!"

Katie stare at the camera smiling angrily then grab a pen using it to stab Tom under the desk causing him to fall over to the ground while screaming in pain without looking at him.

The Katie continue "In other news! We lucky have the video by another demon recording where the radio demon lands! Roll the clip! Stop screaming you little bit-" The video cuts to showing a pool party showing demons doing something that no parents want their child to see.

All of sudden a animalistic scream was heard out of nowhere then a big splash was heard causing some demons in the pool closeby scream in surprised. The video quickly turn to showing six succubus looking down the water at something then pop out is the radio demon with loud radio static smiling angrily while looking around to find someone then a radio screech was heard when he stop and face change to smiling horror when he realized he is surrounded by nude succubus.

The Succubus giggles while eyed him lustfully then all of them quickly grabbing him and the radio demon scream in horror. A laugh heard then the video turns to show in close by is Valentino lending in the head of the pool surrounded by nude demons. "Come on Al, Sit back and enjoy the rides!" He keep laughing then the video quickly turns to Alastor still screaming struggling with all of them trying to take his clothes off then he teleports away causing the succubus demons to groans in disappointment. "Aww, He was cute too" one of them say *Video ends*

The Tv demon laugh at the video of Alastor over reacting of see nude demons. Then he stop and thinking about that bear woman that cause this. (Maybe I should go meet this woman. Someone who brave enough to throw the radio demon is worth to meet.) He thinking while smirking.

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Finally I done! Thank you for spending your time reading it! This is one of the toughest story I ever write plus with my internet goes down randomly causing me to start over many times!😭

But still I have fun writing it, I hope you enjoy it since it is kinda my first fanfic story writing. Also here another fanart of Alastor and my ocs I made! Please don't repose!. 🎶🦌💥🐻💢