#let Jade enjoy his burger

[x-mentally-eel-x]

Jade be eating his borgar 😋🤤

[imagine-knb]

Gom+Kagami+Himuro reacting to their crush shyly doing a kabedon on them for a dare

What a fun prompt! So sorry this took forever, anon. I just started my new position at work after moving across the country so my energy level has been very low. I think everyone has different ideas of who is the GOM depending on when they are referred, so I erred on the side of more is better and included Kuroko. I hope you enjoy these! -Admin Jade

Akashi

A hard smirk breaks over his lips as he leans against the wall, seemingly unaffected though his eyes meeting yours show he's actually quite interested, maybe even pleased. After all, he'd thought of doing the same thing to you but was concerned you'd have run away. "Bold of you to invade my space, ___-chan. Very few people can get this close to me... unless I want them to. Guess it's your lucky day. Now," he leans in closer, breath ghosting over your lips, "what are you going to do next?" No one would or could know just how much your boldness had affected him, he having had a crush on you for months now but uncharacteristically he hadn't made a move. Now, he knew he had made a correct choice; despite your shyness, you'd made a move. How rewarding.

Murasakibara

"Eh? What're you doin', ___-chin?" He looks down at you, as usual given his height, a lollipop going back in his mouth as he waits for you to explain caging him in both sides of his waist. Not that he minds, having wanted you close but not knowing how to tell you. When your cheeks turn pink and your gaze drops as you start to move away, he sets his large palm on your back, holding you fast. "I didn't say you had to stop," he mumbles around the candy in his mouth.

Kise

"Are you trying to kabedon me?! OMG you're so cute!" Kise can't believe you'd actually have the guts to try such a thing but he's so pleased that you did. Not that he was nervous to approach you once he figured out you returned his feelings, but he hadn't pinpointed the correct time. Now, you'd saved him the trouble in your bumbling but adorable attempt to cage in his larger form as he passed the ladder you stood on setting up for his next shot. Watching your eyes widen and your face flame up, he chuckles as he steps closer, arm on your back to hold you steady. "Careful, ____-chan, I wouldn't want you to fall for me twice," he says with a grin.

Midorima

A frown creases his brow as Takeo snickers behind you. It's disappointing seeing you give into such a useless and childish attempt of expressing affection and he tells you as much. "If you felt something for me, why not just say it?" But as your face flushes and you fight back tears, he regrets his harsh words, cursing himself for a quick wit with no filter. As you try to scurry away, he grabs your hand, unsurprised when you won't look at him. "My apologies," he says, voice clipped but words sincere, "you... you at least did something about your feelings while I remained silent." When you finally look at him with wide eyes, he clicks his tongue and pulls you away from Takeo's teasing glances. "Come, let's discuss this development in private."

Aomine

"You think you're so smooth," Aomine purrs, turning the tables quickly on your attempt to kabedon him by pressing into your space, your back hitting the wall opposite the one you attempted to cage him to. He smirks down at you, gaze tracing the flex of your throat as you swallow thickly. "Didn't think you were into this kind of stuff," he goes on, leaning closer. "Let's see what other surprises you have for me."

Kuroko

Kuroko was walking you home after a meal at Maji Burger when it happened. You'd just reached the door of your apartment and he had said his usual goodbye, but instead of opening the door you crowded him against it, palms planted either side of his head. Kuroko's heart was pounding but his face remained neutral as ever meeting your eyes. The silence became uncomfortable and you retreated with a murmured apology. "Why did you do that?" he asked. When you explained, the smallest of smiles came over his face. "You could have just told me, ___-chan," he chastised lightly, but with no heat in his voice. "Let's go out next weekend. Somewhere new."

Kagami

When you ask him for a drink while studying at his apartment, Kagami doesn’t think much of it, rising from his seat and heading to the kitchen with quick strides. It’s when he turns around to head back that he nearly careens into you, a sharp, “What the hell?” escaping in his booming voice mostly due to being startled at your unexpected presence. “Why are you blocking the door? What’s the matter?” he asks, brow furrowed and cheeks heating at your closer proximity. When you shakily explain your behavior, his face turns as red as his hair. “I… do you want to go out? For a date?” he blurts out. “I’m sorry it took a dare for this to happen but I really want to take you out.”

Himuro

He was used to attention from people, but yours is what he actually craved. So when you rose to the challenge of the silly dare and tried a kabedon on him, Himuro took the opening for all it was worth. He let you get close, a soft smile on his face as he reached up to caress your cheek. "So close and yet so far. If I dare you, will you take the next step forward?" he asks, feigning amusement while his heart hammered against his chest to finally be so near you.

[ristoranteivorykeys]

twst mermay 5 — casual wear

in which floyd is dealing with the heartbreak from knowing you didn't like him back ft. floyd leech, ace trappola, and jamil viper; floyd x reader

╰┈➤ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: fifth prompt! this was probably the hardest one so far because i didn't know where to start or how to write floyd's character for a scenario like heartbreak. i think basketball club is also pretty fun, and their interactions should be explored a bit more. :D ╰┈➤ 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨: mermay masterlist

Floyd had the urge to snap something in half. 

His footsteps were notably heavy as he walked out of the store that he, Ace, and Jamil were in. Hands in the pockets of his teal jacket, he was gripping the inner fabric. He wanted to snap something, he wanted to grip something until it cracked and broke, but at the same time, he didn’t have the energy to do anything except walk ahead.

“Hey Jamil,” he could hear Ace whispering from behind, “what’s up with Floyd?” 

“I’m not sure,” Jamil replied back in an equally hushed tone, but Floyd had the sense that he wasn’t being completely truthful. “But it’s better to leave him alone.”

“Do you think it’s because of what [you] said,” he asked. “Is he bothered that they’re buying Azul a bunch of clothes?”

Floyd gripped the fabric tighter. He wanted to snap, but he wasn’t in the mood. 

“Drop it,” the Scarabia student warned. “Let’s just leave him be until he calms down.” 

Their whispering stopped, but the merman couldn’t let go of what Ace said. There’s something about another person saying out loud the things in your mind, like a sort of confirmation. It’s one thing for Floyd to merely feel bothered by the irritation felt when you said why you were shopping along with Jade. It’s another for someone to pinpoint the reason why it started in the first place, especially if that someone is a freshman like Ace Trappola. 

It’s not that he’s embarrassed to act in such a manner in front of a freshman—Floyd never cared about image, and he doesn’t think there’s any reason to start caring. If he wants to shoot hoops with scary accuracy, he’ll do it. If he wants to gobble on a burger and leave a mess, he’ll do it. If he wants to mess with someone until their face goes red, he’ll do it. But rather, he’s irritated that someone else could say his dilemma out loud without any problems while he’s dealing with the embarrassment of feeling something as cheesy as heartbreak. 

Really, he should have been expecting this. Floyd wasn’t dense. Compare the way you act around friends like Ace versus with him, and there wasn’t any notable difference. You carry the selfishness characteristic of Night Raven College, and you’re vigilant and clever, but none of those qualities change the fact that you have a bigger heart than many of the students. You would share a bag of chips with him for a few seconds before handing the same bag to Ace and Jamil. 

But compare the way you act around everyone else versus Azul, and it’s a different story. You don’t display it—because he knew that showing such emotions could potentially land you in a room with a safe at the back and a golden contract presented to you—but there’s a spark in your eyes when you see Octavinelle’s dorm leader, even from afar. One of the greatest teachings of the Sea Witch is to never underestimate the importance of body language, and she has yet to be proven wrong. 

Still, what reason did Floyd have to stop hoping? So long as you never confirmed anything, he could still hope that you brushing his hair back on occasion meant something. So long as you never chased for Azul, he could still chase after you. 

But then he saw that white paper bag in your hand. He heard Jade say that he was there to accompany you in shopping for clothes for Azul. And he most definitely heard you say that you want to give him an outfit where he can be looser while still maintaining class, all for the reason that you wanted him to enjoy land fashion more and hoped to be just a little more relaxed. And from glimpsing at the way you chose the clothes for Azul, Floyd could tell that you knew him well and took the time to learn about the sort of person he is. 

And that’s when he knew there was no more chance. He hated backing down, but he also didn’t want to start anything bad with Azul or with you. He wants Azul to be happy, he wants you to be happy, and he wants to be at peace. When did it get this complicated? And he hated asking this sort of question—because why look back to the past when looking forward to the present was much more fun?—but why couldn’t he go back to when things were simpler? 

“Yo, Floyd.” 

He felt Ace’s hand tap his back and glared at him. If he was to wallow in such feelings, couldn’t he be left alone at the very least?

“Ace, what did I just tell you?” Jamil’s irritated sigh punctuated his sentence. 

“Hey, just wanna let you know,” Ace shoved his hands into the pockets of his newly bought red jacket, appearing to ignore Floyd’s glare, “I’ve been there before, and I’ve seen a ton of guys getting their hearts broken too.”

Floyd’s face relaxed, morphing into brief surprise. 

“Love sucks, you know,” he continued. “Whether you’re going for a girl, another dude, or anywhere in between, if they don’t like you back, then it’s gonna hurt for sure.” 

From behind them, Jamil watched with a stunned expression. 

“And well, since we’re here,” Ace’s eyes started shifting towards the surrounding stores and restaurants, “what do you say we get some grub in Pizza Planet? They’ve got this limited time flavor of pizza, and as a pick-me-up, tab’s on me. Sound good?”

Floyd’s laughter was instantaneous. It was loud enough to cause people to turn their heads and stare at him, but he couldn’t care less about them. “You’re funny, Crabby,” he said. “You better hold onto that promise, k~? Because I’ve been curious about that flavor too.”

“Ahaha…” The Heartslabyul student’s laugh sounded slightly more nervous. “Of course I will!”

“Well then,” Floyd took hold of both Ace’s and Jamil’s wrists, taking a good look at two of his friends as a grin made its way on his face, “we gotta get there quick before the dinner rush starts! Let’s go!” 

And with a panicked Ace and Jamil dragged behind him, Floyd let out a laugh as he ran across the streets.

[laurenairay]

Prompts?!?! 😍😍

Can I request number 1 with my vampire boyfriend, Gravy, please? ❤️

5 – “Don’t make this weird.” – Ryan Graves

956 words.

Shifted your original request to this one as we discussed Jade – I hope you enjoy it!

*

Summer in Nova Scotia was only ever made better by one thing – the return home of one of your oldest friends, Ryan Graves. The two of you had been pretty inseparable outside of hockey while you grew up together, but eventually his hockey career had made the two of you grow apart like everyone always said it would. Instagram comments and weekly texts didn’t make up for hanging out in person, and although you now each had your own lives, his return home every summer settled that piece inside of you that always felt empty when he was away.

But he was just a friend, no matter what your other friends liked to think. Sure, he was remarkably attractive – you could admit that much – but there had never been anything between you like that, and you were more than happy with just being friends. He was important, and there was nothing you would do to risk that.

Being around him, at barbecues in your friend’s backyard like this, was more than enough.

“Here’s your burger! Extra cheese, no onions.”

You looked up at Ryan from where you were sitting, smiling at him as he passed you the plate of food. He really was such a sweetheart. “Thanks! I didn’t realise they were ready.”

Ryan just shrugged, smiling back at you. “I figured I’d save you the trip across the yard. Do you want a fresh drink too?”

He wiggled his own empty bottle, letting you know he’d be getting one for himself too, so you shrugged. This guy was just a thoughtful as he was pretty, wasn’t he?

“Sure, why not. Thanks!” you said happily.

Ryan sent you another blinding smile before heading across the yard. You turned back to your circle of friends with a smile on your face, only to see them all grinning at you, making you roll your eyes.

“Don’t make this weird,” you groaned.

“Weird? Oh yeah there’s nothing weird about him bringing you over a plate of food and then immediately leaving to get you a new drink,” your friend grinned, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Basically waiting on your hand and foot.”

“I haven’t even had that from my boyfriend and we’ve been together for five years now!”

“And you still think Ryan’s not interested in being more than friends?”

They all finished chiming in with grins on their faces, staring at you intensely, while all you could do was sit there in a stunned silence with your cheeks flaring with heat. Where was this coming from?

“Come on, you know it’s not like that,” you said weakly, wincing at their unimpressed expressions.

“Think about it, yeah? Really think about it. Because I promise you, what he’s doing isn’t just being friendly,” you friend pointed out.

“Speak of the Devil…”

You glanced to your left to see Ryan wandering back over, two drinks in hand, and looked back to your friends only for them to all stand up and walk away with incredibly unsubtle winks.

“Wow, was it something I said?” Ryan mused.

“It really wasn’t. They think they’re funny,” you sighed, taking the offered drink from his hand.

“Oh?” he prompted, sitting down in the chair next to you.

You lightly bit your bottom lip, drawing it inwards as you considered what your next words should be. Were your friends right? Was Ryan just being friendly or was it more? Was it even worth taking that chance?

“Is everything okay?” Ryan asked softly, forehead creasing slightly in worry.

Fuck it. Ryan wasn’t the type of guy to get offended easily, and you knew that even if it was just him being friendly, he wouldn’t make a big deal of you just being blunt with him. It was better to clear the air than have the wondering stewing up inside of you, right?

“The girls think that you getting my food and drinks isn’t just you being friendly,” you eventually said.

“Oh, well, I uh…”

Well, shit. There was your answer then. So why did it feel so disappointing?

“Hey, Ryan, it’s okay. Like I said, they think they’re funny,” you shrugged, smiling tightly.

“No, it’s not that. I just…they’re right? I just didn’t know you hadn’t realised it too,” Ryan winced.

Oh.

Oh.

“Wait, what? Really?” you said, more than a little stunned.

Ryan Graves, your Ryan, wasn’t just being friendly? He really did want to be more than friends?

“Really really,” he laughed, pale cheeks flushing slightly, “If I’d known you didn’t have a clue that I like you, then I would’ve tried to be more obvious about it.”

Now it was your turn for heat to rush to your cheeks. Had you really been that oblivious?

“Maybe if you’d told me with words rather than subtle actions…” you teased.

“That probably would’ve been the best way of going about it, sure,” Ryan grinned, nodding his head in agreement, “It was hard enough worrying if you were going to reject me.”

Reject him? Not a chance. Even if you hadn’t known or realised what he’d been subtly doing, there’s no way you would’ve turned him down. It’s Ryan, come on.

“You were really that worried?” you asked, frowning slightly.

He let out a shaky breath, before nodding, making you a frown a little more. No, that wouldn’t do. If he could be brave, then so could you.

“Maybe you should take me out to dinner, tell me all about those nerves,” you said simply, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah?” Ryan said, smile slowly returning, kicking off the butterflies in your stomach, “I think I can manage that. How does Friday night sound?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you said, smiling back at him.

What a summer this was going to be.

[ltwharfy]

Can you tell us some headcanons for older!Chlogan? 👀

Awwww, Pom, your enthusiasm for rare pairs- your own and others- is just the best! So, Chlogan, the relationship between aged-up Chloe Barbash and Logan Bush...

I will admit, it first started as a joke that amused me on a couple of levels, the main ones being "wouldn't it be funny if Louise's nemeses got together?" and "Chlogan is a fun portmanteau ship name- her name flows right into his!"

But when @sailoreuterpe was doing the rare pair ask game last year, I asked her about Chlogan and she gave a thoughtful answer, which included this: "However, considering who Chloe and Logan are, it's just as likely that their parents hate each other for dumb wealthy WASP reasons. If that's the case, Chloe and Logan could very well date specifically to piss of their parents." That sort of inspired the most developed idea I have about the two of them getting together.

I imagine them knowing each other as kids (ie- at their current ages in the show and maybe even longer) because of their parents (who dislike each other) being in the same social circle. They do not get along either. They each find the other annoying- Chloe thinks Logan is gross, Logan thinks Chloe is a spoiled brat. At best case, they ignore each other, at the worst they fight.

However, as they get older, Chloe, to her chagrin, starts finding Logan attractive and thinking of him as a "cool bad boy"- at least, in the context of her privileged social circle. By the time Chloe graduates high school, she is really starting to chafe against her parents and their rules and their expectations- so she seeks Logan out to teach her how to be rebellious- and hoping to eventually get him to date her to annoy their parents (but that's not her only reason..)

Eventually, in romcom fashion, everything resolves as follows: 1. Chloe realizes Logan actually isn't much of a bad boy or rebel after all; 2. But by that point they actually just like each other anyway; 3. It turns out their parents don't actually care if they are together.

That's the main idea I have about the two of them. Here are some jokier alternatives (which could also incorporate the childhood/family animosity background):

-Rudy sets them up. I imagine this being when they are further in adulthood. Rudy and Louise are married; Louise is running the restaurant and Logan also has a store on Ocean Avenue (skateboards or something) and they've become friends (friends who annoy each other, but still). Rudy ends up reconnecting with Chloe (maybe interviewing her for some story he's doing for public radio) and comes up with the idea of setting Chloe and Logan up. Louise mocks him for it and everyone thinks its a bad idea (including Logan and Chloe) but it works out. This idea amuses me, but I doubt I'll do anything with it because it really says more about how I see older Rudy (a romantic who thinks everyone deserves happiness) rather than Logan or Chloe themselves.

-Rewatching "A Few 'Gurt Men" for my episode ranking rewatch led me to think (based on my experience as a lawyer) which "Bob's Burgers" kids would succeed in law school and the practice of law- and honestly Chloe and Logan were two of the top names on my list (along with Tammy- being a lawyer is not about being smart, it's about being confident). I could easily see them going from work rivals (within the same firm or on opposite sides) to lovers.

Thanks for letting me talk Chlogan! I don't know if I'll ever write anything about them. I love Chloe (and have written from her POV once) but I'm not super interested in writing about Logan. I don't hate him (Linda's parents are the only "Bob's Burgers" characters I might say I hate) but I don't find him particularly compelling. That said, "Jade in the Shade" was probably the most I've enjoyed his character- and the first time I ever felt empathy for him- so who knows what the future may hold!

[mylifeincinema]

My Week(s) in Reviews: August 5, 2022

Oof... Sorry, folks. I swear I haven’t (entirely) given up on this blog, quite yet. (And I never plan to, either, so stick around/follow along, yeah?) It’s just that the second half of July was really devoid of any movies whatsoever for me, what with a busy work schedule and the Newport Folk Festival and all the editing/writing in its aftermath. I’ve now seen enough to make one of these posts worth it, though. So let’s do this...

Nope (Jordan Peele, 2022)

They had me at UFOs. The tone. The suspense. The cinematography. The emotional connection built within these characters with so little exposition. The editing. I mean, damn. Jordan Peele has already proven himself with Get Out and the first half of Us, but here he brings his assured style and control to a much more interesting narrative and totally nails it. Even through the at times questionable third act, Peele and his fantastic cast never lose grip of the story they’re trying to tell and turn what could’ve been a complete catastrophe into controlled chaos. - 9/10

The Gray Man (Anthony & Joe Russo, 2022)

This kind of hit the bullseye for what I was not only expecting, but hoping, to get from this project. Chris Evans is having fun, though I’ll admit that he could’ve been having significantly more fun. Ryan Gosling is always solid, and I frankly think he nailed this character’s jaded, worn-out attitude. Ana de Armas proves once again that she needs her own franchise. (#WeWantPaloma) And the Russo Brothers construct the action sequences beautifully, getting just lost enough within the craziness of the explosions and gun-play, without ever losing track of the thread leading us from each of these scenes to the next. With the familiar plotting and characters I do totally understand the criticisms about this one, but that doesn’t mean I agree with them. I had a lot of fun with this, even through the obvious sequel prep that derails the ending. - 8/10

Memory (Martin Campbell, 2022)

Really bad. Familiar plotting filled with familiar character types and twists and action sequences. Campbell’s better than this shit. Sadly, though, I no longer think Liam Neeson is. - 2.5/10

The Bob’s Burgers Movie (Loren Bouchard & Bernard Derriman, 2022)

I mean, it’s just like a triple episode of the show. What more did you expect? If you enjoy the show you’ll enjoy this. I was kinda hoping for a little more, and they didn’t need so many song & dance numbers, but I like how it explored some of the characters’ insecurities more than the show ever really has. The animation being so ‘dramatic’ took some getting used to, also, but it wasn’t different enough to keep me from getting into it all. Plus, the mystery was pretty obvious from the get-go. And there weren’t as many laugh-out-loud moments as most episodes tend to have. But who cares, right? It’s still Bob’s Burgers. - 7/10

Enjoy!

-Timothy Patrick Boyer.

[honey-milk-depresso]

Obey Me Opposites Attract (2)

HAHAHA- HAVING THIS SHIT STUCK FOR ALMOST 4 MONTHS- (3 months+)

I’M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS SHIT-

Part 1 is here (Luci, Mammon, Levi and Satan)! 

Hope you enjoy! ^^

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Asmodeus:

While Asmo is a natural flirt, charming, shameless for causing troubles to others, HIGHLY narcissistic, secretly insecure and very dirty minded,

then you’re someone who has a romance as cold as ice, not repelling but nothing attractive, modest, actually quite proud of yourself (not too much), and a mind as pure as the heavens.

Asmo didn’t really thought much about you at first. All he wanted to do was woo you like what he did with every other human. But you proven yourself to be a tough nut to crack.

Every flirt he threw at you only gotten a raise of an eyebrow, eyes looking at him with pure confusion.

And if he tried to crack a dirty minded flirt with you, would only result you in taking his hint literally and telling him that’s not humanly possible.

Man oh man-

Each attempt of flirting with you made him more and more frustrated, and Satan asked him, “Why do you bother?”

And Asmo wonders why too. Why does HE, the most beautiful demon in all of Devildom, wants to get your attention from someone as... well... plain and boring as you? (I’m so sorry- blame Asmo-)

But he can’t help it. Eventually one day you looked at him with a straight face. 

“I... I’m not sure if you want to start a conversation with me, which I really appreciate it but... I don’t really understand the topics you bring up..”

And that’s where Asmo realised. For so long, so long of throwing flirts and receiving confusion, neither of you knew anything about each other.

And... now you’re thrown into the threshold of him now glomping you with so much beauty products and makeup to try on, clothes, fashion, and you talk about your favourite things, hobbies and interests with him.

Eventually, you guys had such a close relationship.

“You look so pretty in that dress, s/o!”

“Hehe! Thanks, Asmo! But that’s because you have such good taste after all!”

Oh, stop! You’re too modest! But in all honesty, Asmo has gotten over of grasping for attention. Because of you, and what he learnt from you, he’s more focused on spending time with you and family than anything else, and he actually received far more attention because of it.

Now it’s his time to be modest! It’s because of you!! <3

Beelzebub:

Beel is a really hungry, active, an emotionally mature man who treasures family, naive and childlike.

You are someone who’s, well, not usually hungry, quite lazy or not as active, more practical than emotional, crafty, intelligent and jaded.

When Beel first met you, he thought you would get along with Lucifer the most.

You were no-nonsense and no funny business, very smart and acted like a mature adult. You were definitely the type Lucifer would appreciate and get along. That’s only until he realised you can’t stand Lucifer at times, in fact, you’d rather not go all friendly with him.

Beel finds himself with you in Hell’s Kitchen, introducing you to the many delicious food out there that can be considered light for you (he had to REALLY search up, ask everyone else including Satan and Lucifer what light food is since he knows humans can’t really eat his diet size, and you don’t even eat a lot as well-), as you only nod, trying the food he recommended.

Beel thought of you as someone cold, and maybe a little intimidating because of the mature frame you presented yourself with. He thought you must be some high ranking official of Diavolo.

But Beel could see something quite off. You were... struggling. In something. He notices that every time you talk to someone like Mammon or Levi, you sharply remark them in a harsh tone and way, and then when they leave dejectedly, your frown. Frown... to yourself it seems?

He straight up went up to you with a poker face while munching on his burger. “Why do you look upset after you speak to someone?”

You were a little shocked by his sudden comment, but you looked at him with a frown, eyes a little softer however, “I never mean to be.... harsh..”

Beel blinked. From that point onwards, Beel was truly the only person who gets pass your blunt comments. You don’t mean it, and he assures you he’s alright. By talking to him a lot, getting over your rudeness and getting over his own guilt and be happy with where he is today... you and him feel a lot better. And you two are so truly inseparable.

He flashes you a clumsy, lighted with pure joy grin, crumbs sticking from the corners of his mouth like a goof, as you scoffed, but wore a small, genuine smile. <3

Belphegor:

The clever trickster and liar, grudge holding, proactive, efficient, sensible and mellow, rebellious and introverted Avatar of Sloth,

with a truthful and honest, forgiving, passive, I won’t say foolish but you’re more emotionally intelligent, quite harsh and blunt (perhaps unintentionally-), obedient and extroverted human.

How did this even combust well?

Belphie never understood this either. How in Hell did he manage to even befriend a human, much less someone of the complete opposite of him?

While he’s okay with you as acquaintance in the beginning, he was quite irritated by how bubbly and talkative you were. He’ll interrupt you by mumbling curses, lightly throwing a pillow to ask you to back off. He thinks you were quite naive to let him out of that cell, and you’re talkative nature, stereotypically to him, reflects that.

Belphie also thinks you’re really soft. You accepted that you’ll die because of him, and listen to what Lucifer says always. Such a doll, he thought.

Belphie dragged his way down the stairs, yawning as he lazily blinked. He sees you down at the living room... eating and having some crazy fun with a video game on silent..? Yo- Lucifer isn’t even up at this hour- How tf are you awake? How tf is HE awake??

Well, Belphie doesn’t really care by this point, but he walks up to you with a glass of milk he poured for himself. “What the fck are you doing..?” “Playing Levitating Adventures from Levi. Wanna play?”

He blinked. That... used to be him, Levi and Beel. They rarely do that nowadays. He shrugs, plopping himself on the couch as he took a control, playing with you. Eventually, it just became yourself playing as he quietly cheer for you, well, in a Belphie way- 

Belphie quietly listened to you ramble about your day, Beel, what Barbatos made, what troubles Mammon caused, Luke baked a cake with Solomon and so on, like what he does with you one every other day after this event.

He looks down, and suddenly hits you with the question. “Are you... mad at me for... you know... killing you..?” You blinked at him. “Well, I’m alive now, and your intentions had meaning I can’t wrong you for. I mean, having someone die because of a species... I don’t blame you.” He grabbed your shoulders in fast motion, looking at you with eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

“BUT WHY?! I- I-” he lost his ability to speak. You placed a hand on his arm, and gently guided them back to his side. “You... looked so sad that... I couldn’t do anything...” He stares at you with an unreadable expression.

“Belph-” he suddenly hugged you, stuffing his face in the crook of your neck. “Belphie..?”

“Don’t say a word,” he whispers, “just... I...”

You smiled softly, wrapping your arms around him as well. “Sorry is hard to say, but know that I’ll always forgive you.” <3

[winchest09]

Miscommunication - Chapter Twelve

Pairing: Dean Winchester x British!Reader

Word Count: 3969

Summary: After moving to America, British hunter Y/N never expected her life to unfold the way it has. She never anticipated finding two brothers, who would quickly become her found family and she certainly never envisioned falling in love with one of them. Following her attempt to shield her heart, she failed to protect her body, leading her straight back to the Winchesters. So when the language barrier deepens her connection with a certain green eyed hunter, will she succumb to her deepest feelings or keep them at bay?

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Pining, mutual pining, talk of nightmares, talk of injury, swearing, angst, angst, angst. (I'm sorry)

A/N: *stays in hiding* Thank so much for reading, it really means a lot to me! Hope you enjoy this!

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Y/N’s head swayed side to side, the low growl of the Impala’s engine and the soft sounds of rock music filtering from the radio was acting as her lullaby. After some struggle, she had managed to fall asleep against the leather, her body lying down across the back bench seat to get more comfortable. However, even though she was unconscious, her mind wouldn't give her a rest bite from the older Winchester. He invaded her dreams, a reenactment of his cold shoulder being played on repeat. However this time, when he walked out of their room, it ended up with Hilary murdering him, her spirit not truly being at rest at all. She was throwing his lifeless body across the floor as if it weighed nothing, which only caused her to wake up in a cold sweat, her eyes darting open and her hands slapping against the cold surface beneath her as she tried to work out where she was.

“Hey Y/N?” It was Sam, the youngest sibling. Gradually she turned her head to look up at him, “You alright?”

She rolled her lips together, her mouth incredibly dry and her throat sore. Her body was slowly succumbing to the torment Hilary had subjected her too, and to say that she was aching was an understatement. Groaning, she gradually sat up, gripping the door handle to help keep her steady as she moved.

“Yeah I’m fine,” she replied, half dazed as her fingers rubbed at her eyes, “just the usual after effects of a hunt.”

Upon hearing that final statement, Sam nodded with a concerned look on his face, while her gaze quickly filtered over to Dean. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t flinched at her words but she did catch his jade orbs stare at her briefly through the rear view mirror. She didn’t know whether he was checking the road behind them or whether it was because he was genuinely worried about her.

Y/N always had nightmares after a hunt, it didn’t matter if they all got out of danger unharmed or not, the darkened dreams would always filter into her mind and take control of her subconscious. This time however, it was worse and it was only aimed at Dean. She knew why, this whole cold shoulder act of his was doing nothing but causing her to panic and worry.

Rocking to one side, she pulled her cell from her back pocket to check the time, and she groaned slightly when she noticed that they had only been on the road for five hours. However, she had slept for four of those, something she was extremely thankful for considering the first sixty minutes in that small confined space had been awkward. There was clearly an atmosphere that she had no idea on how to handle. But as promised when they stood together in the hotel room, the younger brother had gotten her some chips, or fries as he called them. Just as the journey started, he actually managed to get through to Dean and talked him into pulling over at a roadside burger joint, convincing him he’ll need some sustenance for the long drive ahead. Thankfully, it didn’t take much to persuade the green eyed Winchester to eat a cheeseburger.

That hadn’t lightened his mood though. Y/N had thought that maybe once he had some food inside him, his favorite meal at that, he would be a lot more willing to talk or at least go back to his normal self, but his stony expression remained, his eyes only focused on the straight road ahead.

Sitting a little more straight, she attempted to stretch with her good arm, wanting to iron out any kinks or knots that were already trying to form in her muscles. The huntress couldn’t help the soft moan that left her, cause damn it felt good. But as she elongated herself, her top rode up and she shivered, the cool air bathing her skin in goosebumps as she sat alone on the back seat. Of course, she didn’t have a coat or anything warmer to wrap herself in as all of her stuff was in her duffel, which Sam had so kindly put into the trunk before they left. Dammit.

She let her hands fall to her thighs in frustration, throwing her head back against the cushioned rest behind her when her fingers caught the edge of the material that was still wrapped around her middle. Dean’s flannel.

A wave of warmth and sadness washed over her, the mix bewildering as she focused on the red and black plaid that was in her grasp. Looking down, she noticed the maroon shirt she was wearing had a few gashes ripped through the cotton, thanks to Hilary and her rampage, and her pants - well they still had a good hole in them too. She tutted when she inwardly used the American term for her trousers; looks like she was starting to fit in after all.

It was then that an idea crossed her mind, one that caused her to look back up to the driver in front of her. This was all she had to keep her warm for the last two and a half hour ride home. Would Dean really mind if she wore it? He did give it to her to cover her modesty, not wanting everyone to see her bare buttock but now she was amongst friends, family, surely he wouldn’t hate her for wanting to put it on to keep warm...right?

Using slow and calculated movements, the huntress slowly started to undo the knot that she had created when she tried to keep the clothing garment above her hips. Once unravelled, she pulled it from beneath her and started to slide her hands into the sleeves. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an action that she could do so discreetly, having to move around to fit in her body parts effectively. She started to do up a few of the buttons, leaving it looser around her breasts when she heard a small, strained cough leave the space in front of her.

Glancing up, she caught Dean’s hardened gaze in the rearview mirror once more, the interaction lasting a little longer than the first time and she noticed how his jaw clenched tightly. Moving her eyes over to where his one singular hand was wrapped around the steering wheel, she noticed how he tightened his grip, his knuckles white and she was already starting to feel like she had made a mistake. Y/N had gone a step too far, she was in the wrong and had pissed him off more by wearing his flannel. She had fucked up. Again.

Although, she was trying to be rational and not let these dark intrusive idealisms get the better of her. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her, maybe he was just frustrated with the drive or it was because he was feeling uncomfortable for some other reason. Ha, who was she kidding.

Still, she had to try and break up this tension that was lingering in the air, she had to attempt to make the last two hours of this trip at least bearable. If not for her sake, then for theirs. The huntress can’t be the only one suffering from the thick fog of unresolved problems.

She moved closer to the front, moaning slightly as her heavy body betrayed her, not wanting to do as she instructed. Managing to lean forward on the bench seat, she situated herself perfectly in the middle of both the Winchesters. Dean didn’t react, he didn’t budge, he stayed perfectly rigid as he looked straight ahead whereas Sam angled himself more towards her, opening himself up for future interaction. She wasn’t going to shut out the driver though, she was going to at least attempt to get him involved.

“Hey, do you think we’ll be home for tea?” Y/N asked, starting up a conversation. Her stomach was already starting to feel a little niggly as she thought of some of the goodies she had left behind in the kitchen cupboards back at base.

“As in, a cup of tea?” The youngest brother asks, his brow furrowing as he tilted his head slightly, the worn book in his hands falling to his lap as he waited for a response.

“No as in...the meal after dinner,” Y/N explained, a genuine joyful smile resting on her features as she rolled her eyes.

“Supper?” Sam queried, and the huntress could only pull a face at his reply. What on earth...

“What? No, that’s after tea,” she shot back, wondering just how one of the most clever men she knew didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. She had to clarify, “Breakfast, dinner, tea.”

“Okay, no.” His disagreement came as a shock to her as he shuffled in his seat, one long arm coming to rest on the leather next to hers as he used his hand to dictate his answer. “It’s breakfast, lunch, dinner.”

I think fucking not.

“Then riddle me this batman,” she quipped, a smirk pulling at the corner of her broken lips as she leaned closer towards the youngest sibling. “What do you have as the main meal on Christmas Day?”

“Christmas Dinner,”  he states simply, his chestnut hair falling around his face, framing it perfectly due to his animated response.

“Exactly!” Y/N exclaimed, slapping her injured hand against the seat, instantly regretting it as she winced. Sam came forward to ask if she was okay but before the words could leave his mouth she shrugged him off.

“I don’t get what you’re trying to explain here,” he muttered, a small confused laugh leaving him as Dean stayed silent in the front.

“What time do you usually have this lovely meal?” The huntress asked, tracing her finger absentmindedly over the pattern in the seats as she stared at the brother.

“Around 2pm.” Before he could even elaborate anymore, Y/N was ready with her response.

“Ergo your lunchtime is actually dinnertime,” she surmised, biting into her bottom lip as she slapped the leather again excitedly, “and that is the case closed.”

Sam laughed loudly, his heartily chuckle echoing off the chassis of the Impala to which she joined in.

“I don’t think I'll ever tire of having you around, Y/N,” he told her sweetly, his gaze going back to the book in his lap as he reopened the novel, his finger acting as a bookmark so he could easily find the page he was last on.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she grinned before noticing that the man to her left, the older Winchester, was shaking his head.

Turning to look, she watched as he rolled his lips inwardly before shuffling in his seat, and she knew he was withholding his comments. She knew he had something to say and she was wondering if she had finally broken through whatever ice had formed on their relationship. She thought that maybe this new miscommunication might have opened up the road to go back to what they once were.

“Got something to say on that matter, De?” The injured huntress asked kindly, her head resting on the backs of the hands that were resting on the leather.

“Yeah,” he spoke up after a short pause, his voice low and gravelly, causing her to suck in a breath. “Why are you so desperate to get home?”

Well that was unexpected.

His sharp and snappy tone had not gone unnoticed by his little brother who put down his book once more to look over at the man next to him, his head shaking side to side in a scowl.

“Dean,” he snapped, a warning in his voice as he stared at him .

But the older Winchester didn’t take his eyes off the road, his stoic expression unmoving and unaffected by those surrounding him. Y/N couldn’t argue and say that his words hadn’t stung, because they were like a sharp shard of glass to her heart, the fibres of her feelings being shredded one by one. But she swallowed down the lump in her throat to answer the question, honestly and politely.

“Well, hot uninterrupted showers for one. Then my stuff and my bed,”  she explained, her answer filled with a little more sass than she had originally intended. Maybe subconsciously she was starting to get fed up with being treated like shit for something that wasn’t even that big of a deal. Yes, she locked them out of the office. Yes, she threw herself in harm's way. To save their lives, to give Hilary peace and put Steven behind bars. She will not apologise for any of that.

“Sure,” Dean huffed, his tongue peaking out to pull in his bottom lip as he glanced out of his side window, before turning his gaze forward once more.

That was all it took, and Y/N snapped. She pushed herself straighter off the bench seat between them, her hardened stare burning a hole in the side of the older Winchester’s skull as she spat her next words.

“What has gotten into you?” She pushed, feeling a fire starting to burn within her, as her hurt and fury at his behavior began to fuel the flames. “You’re acting like a damn child!”

Dean didn’t answer her. Instead, he lifted his right hand and reached for the small circular knob on the radio, turning up the rock music as if he was attempting to drown her out. The huntress couldn't believe the audacity of the man, and in that moment, she had no means of escaping him. It took all of the strength she had to retreat and push herself back into her seat. Without further pause, Y/N lifted her legs before rotating herself around so that she was leaning against the door on the driver's side, her body behind Dean so he would not be able to see her through his rear view anymore. She stretched out her calves in front of her, purposely placing the bottoms of her shoes on the upholstery as she knew that it would piss him off. Good.

The huntress was furious. If she wasn’t so damned cold, she would rip off his fucking flannel and throw it out the window. Whether it be one of his favorites or not. Still, she sucked in a breath to calm herself down, wanting to calm the raging beast that was shaking its cage inside of her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Sam sending her a comforting look. He understood and he was apologetic. The younger sibling had always been the same if her and Dean had fallen out before, he was one of the people that she rarely fought with, his empathy knowing no bounds.

That’s when a wave of guilt fell over her. She promised herself at the beginning of the drive that she would bite her tongue to try and not cause an argument for Sam’s sake, so that was just something she needed to put back into practice for the rest of the journey home. No more trying to be nice and civil to Dean, when he clearly doesn’t appreciate the effort.

“How are you hungry anyway?” Sam spoke up, a little laugh leaving him as he tried to lighten the mood. “You literally had fries just a few hours ago.”

“I’m a growing woman,” the huntress replied with a small smile, the best she could manage considering the whirlwind of emotions that were careening through her.

“Right,” he responded, pursing his lips together before he dug about in his pocket. She frowned as she watched him, his gaze breaking from hers briefly before he outstretched his hand towards her.  “Here.”

There in his hold was his iPod, one that he took on the hunts that were a bit more out of the way, and/or had a drive longer than a few hours. He also brought it because there were times when he didn't want to listen to Dean’s mixed tapes anymore. Of course, he had tried to convince his brother to install an adaptor for some up to date technology, but that was met with one of the dirtiest looks that had ever graced the books of history and was accompanied with a big fat no.

“You don’t want it?” Y/N asked softly, gratefully taking the device from him, the wires of the headphones delicate in her hands.

“No I’m good,” Sam told her, shaking his head before gesturing. “Thought you might want to listen to some of your favorite tracks. They’re in the playlist labelled ‘Y/N’.”

The huntress couldn’t help but grin wide upon hearing that. He really was the sweetest soul and she was so lucky to have him in her life. He was the little brother she had always wanted. “You’re the best, Sammy.”

After her statement, she was met with a genuine happy expression on the younger sibling's face before he went back to his book; she had meant every word. Yet, before Y/N could settle back against the glass, with only one of the earbuds inserted, the force of Dean suddenly accelerating sent her body falling to the right, her shoulder bashing against the leather. She was thankful it wasn’t the one she had dislocated earlier that day and she had to work hard to steady herself. What the actual fuck had gotten into him? It was like a burst of rage had been shot through his body, his foot heavy on the gas as the engine of Baby roared along the asphalt.

The huntress just scoffed at his actions, shook her head and found the playlist Sam had made for her and on a long exhale, she popped in the other bud and allowed herself to fall into the melodies of her favourite tracks.

Y/N was thankful for Sam handing over his iPod, it made the drive back to The Bunker that much more manageable and the time didn’t seem to drag on as long. She had spent the entire rest of the way looking out of the opposite window at the world going by, losing herself in the words of the songs and the scenery of the world around her, wishing she could be anywhere but in the back seat of Dean’s car.

When they arrived back home, the Impala being expertly maneuvered into one of the many available spaces in the garage, the older Winchester was the first one to get out. With reasonable force, he slammed the door of his vehicle shut, his loud footsteps echoing as he stormed down the steps and out of her sight. “Okay, Sam I cannot cope with this tension anymore,” the huntress started, her voice loud and irritated as she stared back at the only other occupant of the Chevrolet.

She was sitting on a mixture of disbelief and confusion, and she had just about had enough. The young sibling however just pulled his lips into a thin line and exited the chassis causing her to let out a growl in frustration. The huntress watched as Sam walked around Baby and opened the back for her, holding out his hand for Y/N to take, wanting to help her out.

“What the hell has gotten into him?” She asked again, this time sounding a lot more impatient as he pulled her up and onto her feet. She was of course grateful but she mumbled to him she could handle it and wasn’t completely useless, before wrapping up his headphones around his iPod and handing the device back to him.

“Y/N--” the man in front of her started, his fingers pushing through his hair as her name left him on a sigh.

“--No, I’m not going to get any answers from him so I'm asking you. As my friend,” she cut him off, her voice strong in her plea, “please, Sam?”

She watched as the younger sibling stepped from side to side as he looked down at his feet before he glanced back towards the door of the garage. She knew he was making sure that Dean was truly out of earshot and she was desperately hoping that it meant that she was finally going to get the answers as to why she was being faced with Mr Frosty.

“It should really come from him,” he started but with one pissed off look from Y/N, and one of her raised eyebrows, Sam relented and just let out a small breath. “Firstly, I’m just saying that he hasn’t exactly told me anything, so technically I don’t know if this is true. But it is just what I heard,”

“And what did you hear?” Y/N automatically fired back, her hands gesturing by her sides as she watched him hesitate once more, and that was the moment that she snapped, fed up of not knowing. “For fucks sake, please just spit it out!”

“Y/N,” Sam sighed, before taking another deep breath, “While you were in that room with Hilary? You were talking about how you loved someone who didn’t love you back. We heard it all.”

Shit.

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Obey Me characters and their assigned dogs!

Okay, guys, I have a cool idea! What if like as an assignment, Diavolo decided to give everyone a dog from the human world to see how well dogs from the human world could get with demons and the students were allowed to choose which dog breed they'd want it to be. The assignment was to be for a few months long.

Here are my thoughts on which dog breeds they had been assigned and how well they raised them.

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Lucifer-Doberman

At first, he wanted to just use Cerberus as his dog, but it had to be a dog breed from the human world.

Obviously, he chose a big and very intimidating dog.

He received a male dog and named him Damien.

Lucifer already knew the basics of raising a dog since he is the owner of Cerberus and all.

Within the first month, Lucifer began training Damien.

By the end of that month, Damien was probably the best guard dog in the entire Devildom.

Despite being a big and scary dog, Damien was actually a big sweetheart!

He'd always follows Lucifer around and get sad when his owner wasn't around. He especially loves doing tricks for treats.

Damien is only aggressive he senses harm coming towards him or Lucifer or when he is ordered to attack.

By attack, he just chases the brothers whenever they make Lucifer mad.

When the assignment was over and the dogs were to be brought back to the human world, Lucifer immediately locked himself in his room and cranked that record player volume to 100 all while claiming he wasn't sad.

Mammon-Italian Greyhound

Tried to sell the dog not even one days after getting it

Mammon didn't know crap about human world dog breeds so he just picked a random breed not knowing anything about it. His immediate thought was 'is this a rat?'

Mammon had received a female dog and named her Jade after Lucifer caught him trying to sell her.

At first, he wanted nothing to do with Jade until out of literally nowhere she had brought him a couple of Grimm.

Suddenly he was very interested after realizing Jade had a strange habit of finding and digging up valuables. From Grimm and small jewelry to literally buried artifacts.

Nobody knows how she does it and it's concerning that they had put her in Mammon's care.

Mammon immediately started to teach Jade how to do cute tricks to random people for treats and such.

Jade was also a very energetic dog always running around and barking at almost everyone except Mammon, MC, and MC's assigned dog.

Jade loves playing with the other dogs even if it's clear that they don't want to play.

Mammon was absolutely sobbing when Jade had to go back to the human world and absolutely didn't want to let her go.

He wasn't okay for a very long time after that.

Leviathan-Newfoundland

Just like Mammon, Leviathan didn't want to do anything with a dog until he realized some dogs were specialized in swimming.

Him being very associated with the ocean was suddenly interested when he heard about the breed Newfoundland. He thought the name sounded cool and picked that in.

Probably should have done more research because he didn't realize how huge this breed was.

He received a female dog and named her Henry 4.0

Leviathan didn't know anything about dogs and boy was it so hard for him at first.

Probably had to learn by watching animes, reading mangas, and playing games about dogs NINTENDOGS.

Actually got pretty used to having a dog really quickly and enjoyed it too.

Henry 4.0 was a really chill girl and likes sleeping on top of Leviathan. Just casually crushing the boy y' know.

She really likes laying with him while he's watching anime and playing his video games.

Their favorite activities to do are taking baths, going out to swim in the nearby river, and cosplay!

Yes, you heard that right! Cosplaying is a thing they did quite often and they always dressed up as duo characters. Of course Leviathan made the cosplays from scratch.

One good thing that this assignment did was getting Leviathan out of his room for when he would take Henry 4.0 out for walks.

Whenever Leviathan got sad he'd just hug Henry 4.0 and put his head into her fur. Henry 4.0 became kind of like an emotional support animal for him.

Leviathan absolutely refused to let them take Henry 4.0 away when the assignment was over. He even tried to hide her and threatened to summon Lotan again (which he did end up doing!)

Was very much not okay after the assignment was over.

Satan-Basenji

Satan is clearly the most educated on human world dog breeds and even though he very much prefers cats over dogs, he always did like the Basenji breed.

They are known as the 'barkless' dog and even have a somewhat reputation for acting like cats.

Satan had received a male dog and named him Benjamin.

Once the assignment began he quickly began to read books about dogs.

Satan actually surprisingly liked Benjamin rather quickly despite not liking dogs all that much.

They mostly just sat down together in the library while Satan read books and Benjamin would nap.

Benjamin was a pretty active dog and liked to play with the other dogs every now and then.

But just like Satan, he got mad a lot. Whenever someone got into his personal space while he was tired he wouldn't bark at them, but he had a pretty spooky growl.

Other than that Benjamin is actually really chill.

Satan also taught Benjamin a few tricks which may or may not be targeted at Lucifer and his assigned dog, Damien.

The number of times Benjamin was seen running away from Damien and/or Lucifer with Lucifer's paperwork in his mouth was pretty impressive.

One surprise was that Benjamin and Damien got super well with each ther much to Lucifer and Satan's dismay.

Besides the antagonizing Lucifer tricks, Benjamin didn't really know any tricks other than to sit and fetch.

Just like the other brothers he was truly sad to see Benjamin go and had one last trick to play on Lucifer before the assignment ended.

Asmodeus-Samoyed

A lot of people were expecting Asmodeus to get a small dog, but he really said no❤

He already knew about all the most beautiful dog breeds from the human world and the Samoyed was absolutely elegant.

He had received a female dog and named her Opal.

He already followed a few dog pages on the internet so he had a few basics down.

You already know he's one of those absolutely extra dog owners and honestly good for both him and Opal.

He loves taking her baths and always makes sure the dog products he uses are the absolute best.

Asmodeus even bought her a gemstone collar and I'm not talking about those leather collars with those flat little slabs, I'm talking about these kinds of collars

Yes, he's that extra and no he's not ashamed.

Opal had to be the most spoiled dog in the Devildom by the end of it.

She didn't like to play all that much unless it was with Asmodeus or MC. Pretty people only.

She almost never growled ever and she would have to be really pissed if she ever did. For example, when Mammon accidentally spilled some wet dog food on her fur, she never forgave him.

As you already know, Opal got the best kind of food a dog could eat. Asmodeus being one for best self-care, he didn't want his beloved Opal eating low-grade kibble. Only the best for his little girl.

You already KNOW he dresses her up and takes her out to the club. Loves showing her off to the fans. Likes dragging MC and their assigned dog along with them just to have fun.

Do not ever pet Opal unless you have clear permission from both her and Asmodeus and also clean your hands first. Opal's fur is too delicate and beautiful to get ruined.

Whenever Asmodeus gets drunk he always hugs Opal and cries into her fluff which she doesn't mind.

Asmodeus wouldn't stop posting pictures of him and Opal on social media and even after the assignment ended he still posted older pictures of her.

Couldn't hold back the tears after Opal went back to the human world after the assignment was over. He took her on one last spa day before the day the assignment was over and gave her the best meal.

Was crying on Devilgram Live later that day.

Beelzebub-Saint Bernard

A pretty obvious one. Just like Mammon, he knew nothing about human world dog breeds and chose a Saint Bernard because Satan suggested it.

Satan purposely suggested a big dog because if it were a small one, Beel would have eaten it.

He received a female dog and named her Biscuit. The alternatives were Big Mac and Burger, but Lucifer didn't allow it.

Ome thing these two had in common was a large appetite. Beel quickly got attached to Biscuit mostly because of that.

Beel has to be supervised while feeding Biscuit her dog food cause sometimes he'll try to eat some of her food.

Biscuit loves cuddles and is a big softie just like Beel. Though she seemed to be more of a dog for Belphie since she was always tired and sleeping.

Beel never minded though and always enjoyed walking into a room and seeing Biscuit laying with Belphie and Belphie's assigned dog.

Biscuit gets along with literally everyone including the other dogs. She always lets them do whatever just as long as they aren't harming anyone.

If you do harm her owner or his family she'll go from 0 to 101 in a second. Saint Bernards actually have a very powerful bite so it's best not to piss her off.

But out of her entire time in the Devildom with the brothers, MC, and the other assigned dogs she only really actually bit someone once and it was in self-defense.

Of this assignment had taken place during the whole Belphie attic incident, Biscuit would have been a huge emotional support animal to Beel.

If it didn't take place during that time then Beel would have loved her the same way.

Whenever he would try and work out, Biscuit would always lay on him and get in the way. She's too precious.

The only workout she wouldn't interrupt with cuteness is morning walks/runs.

One problem however is how much Beel would forget to brush her and she'd leave fur absolutely everywhere.

When the assignment was over he felt like he lost a part of himself.

He woke up the morning after looking for Biscuit to take her for their morning run and remembered that the assignment was over.

Still has her collar and leash.

Sad lad hours

Belphegor-Basset Hound

Belphie definitely was one of the brothers who didn't want to do anything with dogs and in fact, he didn't even choose a dog breed so they gave him a random one for the assignment.

Clearly whoever chose the breed for him knew their breeds well because Basset Hounds are some sleepy dogs.

He received a female dog and named her Floppy. Very creative I know.

To be honest, Belphie would be the most irresponsible of the brothers when it comes to raising a dog.

Usually, he had to be reminded a lot to care for this damn dog. Whether it's be reminded to feed her or take her on walks, he's just really lazy.

At first, he didn't like Floppy at all and thought she was ugly until Beel pointed out how much they sleep together.

It was true how much they slept together, wherever Belphie was sleeping, Floppy was either on top of him or next to him.

That's when Belphie actually began to care about her and trying to take better care of her.

He'd forget a lot of the times to do things, but he was trying.

Floppy didn't know any tricks or even bother to learn any. She didn't beg for food or play with the other dogs. She never growled or barked at all either.

Someone would literally be getting stabbed in front of her and she'd yawn.

Even though Floppy never liked getting along with the other dogs, she did like to nap with Beel's assigned dog, Biscuit.

Nobody else though. Not even MC or their assigned dog.

Floppy hated going on walks and any other activity that included having to put any effort into it.

She'd just let Belphie drag her across the ground by the leash.

Belphie was the least sad when the assignment was over. He does really miss Floppy, but he knew he wasn't the best dog owner and she deserves better.

He just wishes her well and hopes she finds a better family. Oh god, he's crying now-

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tl;dr: The brothers get dogs, get attached, then get really sad once the dogs are gone.

Oh lord, this took so much longer to make than I expected. Online classes haven't been nice to me. I was going to make some art for this, but this already took way longer than I expected so I'll probably save that for another time!

If anyone of you wants you can add to this by saying what your MC's assigned dog is! Anyways hope you all have a good day and maybe I'll even make a part 2 for the Undateables! ;)

[backtobasicbellas]

only wanted a taste of your lips

words: 3,167 relationships: Jade West/Tori Vega warning: angsty

(tbh I really don’t know what this is I just had an idea and ran with it and now it’s here and idk how to feel about it but enjoy?)

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It starts like this.

It starts at one of the many summer parties the gang attends, the ones all their - now old - classmates throw at the start of summer in celebration of graduation and starting what they believe is adulthood.

It starts with too many vodka shots and not enough water.

It starts with Tori and Jade tumbling into the bathroom, Tori whining about how she can’t go alone and hasn’t seen Cat since they arrived.

It starts with Jade just watching her as she washes her hands, how her cheeks are flushed and how the smile doesn’t quite disappear.

It starts with Jade not moving and Tori just staring, both of them clearly not ready to open the door, both so close in this tiny upstairs bathroom.

It starts with Jade leaning in, but it ends with Tori on the bathroom counter, doing her best to be as quiet as she can as she comes undone.

They don’t say anything after, not when Jade stands up and wipes her mouth or when Tori hops off the sink and pulls her pants up. 

Not when Jade opens the door quickly and makes her way downstairs, Tori following closely behind as the music fills them up.

Not when Andre teases them for taking forever in the bathroom and Beck notices the way Jade looks distracted.

They don’t say anything, but neither of them have to.

It’s obvious: something’s changed.

And, yeah, maybe it does become a thing.

The way Jade sees it - at first - is that she’s starting a whole new life in New York this fall anyway. Who cares if she’s fucking the girl she insisted she hated for the better part of four years?

(Okay, maybe fucking is a little too crude. They hang out before or after that part of it, too, Jade supposes. Tori isn’t as awful as Jade has insisted all this time.)

It’s not like they tell anyone; they don’t mention it, but it’s clear - neither of them say anything about it to other people. Tori seems just as content as Jade to not share the information with the world, not tell their friends when they see each other, but they can’t help the occasional glances or the way Jade’s hand brushes against Tori’s when they’re next to each other.

If there’s one person on the planet Jade doesn’t want to find out, it’s Beck. It would be awkward, Jade figures, considering they’re all friends and she and Beck dated for so long and then Beck almost dated Tori and all that.

It goes on for the whole summer that way, when Tori’s family isn’t home or when Jade’s parents are out. It’s easy, Jade discovers, being around Tori like this. Tori doesn’t hold a grudge against her for all the mean things she’s done and Jade isn’t nearly as cruel as she can be. Jade decides she likes being around Tori.

“So you move to New York next week,” Tori says one day.

“Yup,” Jade nods, trying to ignore the rising feeling in her chest. “And you’re starting at UCLA next month.”

She knew they couldn’t avoid this conversation no matter what, but Jade was still hoping there would be no final word.

“Yeah, pretty crazy,” Tori muses.

They’re both silent for a moment and then, “We’re good, right?”

Tori tilts her head, biting her lip in a stupidly adorable way. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Jade shrugs, trying to make this as normal as possible. “I mean, like, it’s not going to be weird...with you and me.”

“Oh,” Tori says after a beat, nodding. “Yeah, totally. I mean, you’re off to New York, but we’re good. It’s not like we’ll just stop talking.”

“Right,” Jade nods.

It’s not exactly the answer Jade wanted - what answer did she want? - but she’ll take it.

Tori smiles just a little. “And, it’s not like you won’t be home for holidays.”

A sliver of hope, despite her thoughts, infiltrates its way into Jade’s system.

“Of course,” she agrees.

So that’s that. Jade moves to New York, Tori starts at UCLA, and when she comes home, well, it’s like she never left.

//

They still don’t tell anyone.

Not until sophomore year when Jade has found herself increasingly thinking about Tori even when in New York, that Jade spills out the secret over coffee with Beck in between their busy schedules.

“I’m sleeping with Tori.”

Beck coughs up his last sip, eyes wide as he says, “What?”

Jade shrugs, staying a nonchalant as she possibly can. “It’s not - like, we’re not dating. It’s just..I don’t know. We hook up when I’m home.”

Beck is silent for a moment and then, “Oh.”

“Oh?” Jade repeats.

“How long has it been going on?” Beck asks.

He’s not mad, this much Jade knows. It’s curiosity in his tone that puts Jade at ease.

“Uh, the summer after graduation I guess,” Jade shrugs.

Beck nods, taking the information in. Jade tries not to squirm.

“Do you like her?” 

Instead of snapping, Jade shrugs, looking at her half empty cup of black coffee.

“I don’t know,” she says. “It’s Tori.”

“Yeah, it’s Tori.”

When Jade looks up, there is a knowing smile on Beck’s face. She rolls her eyes, kicking him under the table and asking him how his last date went.

(They don’t talk about it much after that, at least not when Jade can help it.

It doesn't stop Beck from his teasing when they visit home and Jade is too busy for him.)

//

For a moment, Jade feels like she’s in high school again.

Here she is, in her favorite hole-in-the-wall diner, sitting at the exact booth she’s always sat in. Across from her, Beck Oliver is chowing down on his fries, burger half-eaten and a chocolate milkshake at his side.

But Beck is not her boyfriend and they aren’t teenagers at Hollywood Arts with big dreams and miniscule problems. Instead, they are now twenty-one and on the verge of real adulthood. But this, this moment in the corner of the tiny diner that’s still somehow running, this is tradition.

Despite breaking up somewhere between prom and graduation, she and Beck still remained good friends. Of course, it was hard for all of their friends to understand, how quickly they transitioned from boyfriend and girlfriend to just friends, considering all the other times they’d broken up. But there was just something about the finality of it all, the way Jade didn’t scream and yell and kick and punch, as if she knew this was the only way it could go, the way Beck didn’t have to argue with her, that made sense to the two of them.

Jade still loves him, always has if she’s honest, but she knows it’s not the kind of love they both are looking for. Beck is her sounding board, he’s there and doesn’t push and just lets Jade be. He’s her best friend, if she’s being honest. The two of them still ended up going to New York after graduation, Jade to film school and Beck for acting. And despite wanting to get as far away as possible from the life she’d known in Los Angeles, there’s always been something comforting about having Beck not too far away.

But here they are now, in the diner they’d frequent over high school, where they’d go on their first date and then just because many times after. This place has been grounded in their relationship.

“I think the food just gets better every time we come back,” Beck tells her as he leans over to slurp out of his milkshake.

Jade only scoffs. “I think we’ve just been away too long.”

He gives her a look, one that she rolls her eyes at, but they both smile in the end. They flew in together last night, finishing finals just around the same time. Their stay is only temporary though, just for a few weeks. Jade landed a summer internship in New York for a film company. Beck’s got an acting gig at a local theater by his apartment. New York suits them both, Jade thinks, though she’s grown fonder of Los Angeles since she’s been away.

“So, have you made plans to see your girlfriend yet?” Beck asks, a teasing edge in his voice as he wipes his mouth with a napkin.

Jade shoots him a glare. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Sure you do,” Beck insists, that stupid smile on his face. 

“Tori isn’t my girlfriend,” Jade says pointedly, her jaw setting.

“Right,” Beck nods. “She’s just your friend who you occasionally hook up with when you come home.”

Jade resists the urge to squirm. Beck usually keeps quiet about Jade’s friendship with Tori, but the older they’ve gotten, the harder it is for him to ignore. Jade knows deep down, he’s known it all along, known it longer than Jade herself has for sure.

She’s never really hated Tori, not at all.

But she still won’t admit it out loud.

“We’re fucking adults, Beck,” she snaps. “I can hook up with whoever I want.”

Not that anyone outside of Beck knows, or that Tori knows that Beck knows that this has been going on for years now.

Beck softens them, leaning forward in his seat as he says, “Yeah, but it’s not just casual.”

Jade pointedly looks away, her jaw working. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Jade, you haven’t dated anyone since me,” Beck says softly. “I think we both know why.”

“No.”

“Jade.”

“We’re just friends,” Jade insists. “We don’t even talk that much when I’m at school.”

Beck sighs, deciding to let it go. “If you say so.”

There’s silence for a moment and then, “She’ll be at that dumb thing Sinjin’s throwing tomorrow night. Guess we’ll see her there.”

“Guess so,” Beck echoes, staring at Jade for another beat before he’s finishing off his milkshake.

//

Jade is two drinks in and she’s still not even really sure what this event is that Sinjin’s hosting - is it a birthday? A random party? Who knows - but it’s nice to have all her friends here, even Robbie and his stupid puppet.

“Where’s Tori?” Robbie asks.

Jade, too, noticed she’s the last one of their group to arrive, though it’s usually not normal of her. 

Andre looks up from his phone. “She said she’s five minutes away, she’ll be here soon.”

Jade, for her part, hasn’t talked to Tori since she got back to Los Angeles. Something about seeing Tori again always makes her just a little jumpy, though. She can’t help it if her eyes wander around, looking for the skinny brunette with those dumb cheek bones.

It’s only a few minutes later the girl in question wanders in, and hates that there’s a sense of relief that runs through her at the sight of Tori. Andre follows Jade’s line of sight quickly and begins waving, and Tori’s dumb smile graces her face and she is quickly making her way over.

Jade then notices, behind her, a blonde is following closely behind, and Jade wonders if she’s brought one of her friends from UCLA with her tonight.

“Did Tori tell you she was bringing a friend?” Beck asks, and Jade is unsure if the question is for her or for Andre.

Andre’s the one who answers, “Nope.”

“You guys!” Tori squeals, excited like she always is to see her friends from home.

She is quickly swept up in Andre’s arms, the closest to him out of everyone else here - well, if you don’t count whatever it is she and Jade are - and Jade admires it for a moment, how despite getting older, they all seem to find time to be together.

Tori makes her rounds hugging everyone, and Jade tries not to hold on too long when it’s her turn, tries not to make it obvious she misses Tori more the longer she’s away. Tori still smells like fruity shampoo and vanilla, and something about it settles Jade.

“Hey,” Tori murmurs.

“Hi,” Jade replies in a low voice, still enough to be heard over the stupid music Sinjin’s got playing. “Good to see you.”

Tori pulls away, giving her a quick smile before she’s being pulled into an aggressively tight hug by Cat. Jade chuckles softly, looking on at the exchange fondly.

(For a moment, she forgets about the girl standing behind Tori, looking in awkwardly and waiting for her chance at an introduction.)

Robbie is the one who provides it, in typical Shapiro fashion.

“So Tori,” Robbie starts as soon as Cat releases her. “Who’s your pretty looking lady friend?”

Jade notices the way Tori tenses for a moment, giving Robbie a nervous smile.

Tori looks at all of them, the nerves creeping on to the rest of her features and she reaches back and offers her hand to the blonde, who takes it and steps forward to stand even with Tori. Jade doesn’t miss the way the blonde gives Tori’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I want you guys to meet my girlfriend, Grace.”

There is a moment where out of the five of them, four are taken aback for a moment.

Robbie isn’t quite sure he heard right.

Andre can’t say he’s completely surprised, but he is still somewhat shocked.

Beck is worried about Jade.

Jade just stares at Tori, trying to process the information.

Cat, bless her heart, doesn’t let a beat pass before she’s stepping a step forward and shaking the blonde’s - Grace’s - hand.

“Hi I’m Cat!” she says enthusiastically, and it’s clear her actions put both Grace and Tori at ease.

Tori can feel the way Jade’s eyes burn into her, but she refuses to look in her direction, refusing to acknowledge what Jade is trying to convey.

After Cat’s introduction, everyone quickly follows suit, and then there are a thousand questions, and Tori does her best to answer them and make sure nothing falls apart.

Jade is quiet for all of it, her jaw working as she tries to process her emotions, process the new information before her.

Tori has a girlfriend. Tori has a girlfriend. Tori has a girlfriend.

Tori has a girlfriend and it isn’t you.

“I need some air,” Jade says suddenly.

It’s the first time she’s spoken since Tori’s announcement, and it seems like almost everyone notices. Beck is casting her a worried glance and Tori is trying to catch her eye now, but she doesn’t pay attention to either of them, walking with purpose out the door to the back of the building.

Beck watches her go, wondering if he should go after her. But then he feels eyes on him and his gaze shifts to find Tori, eyes filled with concern and eyebrows knitted together in slight confusion. Beck contemplates saying something, or at least giving Tori a look, but Tori seems to make her mind up for the both of them

“I’ll be right back,” she murmurs, squeezing her girlfriend’s arm before she’s following the path Jade just walked.

When she pushes open the door she sees Jade paces a few feet away, her jaw tight as her hands run through her dark hair.

“Jade,” she begins, though she isn’t sure what else to say.

Jade stops immediately at the sound of her voice, head turning to face her.

“You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend.”

“I didn’t tell anyone in there until now,” Tori reminds her defensively, motioning to the building behind them.

Jade’s jaw sets. “That’s different and you know it.”

Her eyes flare up in - is that hurt? - and Tori feels the pit of her stomach drop. Something about this has shifted their entire dynamic and she knows it. She knows now, not telling Jade beforehand, letting her find out just like everyone else, was a mistake.

“We...this couldn’t go on forever,” Tori tells her, voice a little softer now. “You know that.”

Jade scoffs. “Right.”

She doesn’t look at Tori, instead focusing her attention on the light post not too far away. Tori can’t remember a time when Jade’s felt so far away like this.

“What was I supposed to do?” Tori asks helplessly. “Was I just supposed to wait around for you to come home?”

“Why did we even do this, Tori?” Jade snaps, her eyes blazing. “What the fuck were we doing?”

Tori throws up her hands like it’s obvious. “We had no idea what we were doing, Jade. We graduated, you just broke up with Beck. You were moving to New York.”

Jade looks at her, cold, unmoving.

“So that’s what it was, huh?” Jade asks, her voice eerily thin, a tone that Tori’s never heard from her voice. “I was just the experiment, testing out the waters.”

Now Tori’s the one with the hurt expression.

“No, that’s never what it was.”

“But it was never enough to be anything more,” Jade continues, and Tori notices the way her jaw tightens and how her eyes walk the line between sadness and anger so well. “I wasn’t ever going to be anything more to you.”

“That’s not what it was,” Tori insists, her voice practically begging for Jade to understand.

“But it was never serious?” Jade asks, her voice coming across hard in the air between them. “Not seriously like Grace in there?”

Tori looks at her for a long moment, unable to put her thoughts into a sentence. Jade swallows the lump in her throat.

“Jade.”

They both turn to see Beck by the exit of the building, watching the exchange from there. Tori wonders how long he’s been there, how much he’s heard.

“Fuck off, Beck,” Jade responds, her eyes not leaving Tori.

“Jade come on,” Beck insists. “Before you say something stupid.”

“I don’t need you here,” Jade tells him harshly.

Beck lets out a sigh before he is walking over to Jade, who doesn’t move at all. Tori doesn’t say anything. She only watches as the pain and hurt grows more and more evident on Jade’s face.

There is something she’s missed between them all along.

“Let’s get you home,” Beck says to Jade quietly.

“Leave me alone,” she mutters looking down at her shoes, but her voice breaks and it’s clear to them that this is only going downhill now. 

“Jade,” he says again, this time softly.

There’s a pause and then, “Fine.”

Beck nods, giving Tori one last glance, an apology, before he starts walking Jade to his car. Tori realizes now, Beck knows what this is all about.

Jade turns around after a few steps. Her eyes are shining, but it doesn’t hold her back from speaking.

“You were always more than just a hookup,” she says. “Christ, Tori, you were never just a hook up.”

Tori stands there dumbfounded, watching Jade walk to Beck to his car. Even after they’re long gone, she doesn’t go back inside. She stands there trying to understand how this all went so wrong.

[mycandylovefanatics]

Hi, can you do some headcanons (normal or nsfw or both lol u chosse) for Dajan, Jade and Dake? (love your headcanons!!)

(Thank you im glad you enjoy them!) Dajan

Dajan is a sporty dude so he definitely spends a lot of time watching, practicing or just playing basketball for fun. It’s important to him, so it will mean a lot to him if you actively participate with him. He’s not expecting you to play a full basketball game with him (but if you do bonus points for you), but he loves when you’re there watching him practice, during his games, and even if you don’t like sports he still appreciates you watching with him. No worries if you don’t though because honestly he’s probably yelling at the TV too much to notice if you’re there or not.

Speaking of going to his games, he loves seeing you wear his jacket or jerseys! Or even better if you make some sort of shirt saying something cheesy like “Dajan’s #1 fan” lol his teammates tease him for it but he doesn’t care.

Diner dates are definitely a thing. I could totally see him having a favorite mom and pop’s type restaurant that he likes to go to for a good burger and fries. Maybe a shake shack too. So yes it’s a classic cliche but he loves going to these places with you, you guys eventually become regular customers there and occasionally get a free shake from the owners. They know both your orders by heart now lol. The date usually ends with both of you being way too full for your own good.

Not super big on PDA but he’s always making contact with you in some way. Hand holding, sitting really close to you, an arm around your shoulder, etc. He prefers to save the lovey dovey stuff for private moments but he’s not shy about the fact that he’s with you. 

He is definitely the boyfriend that gives you his hoodie since you keep stealing it anyways lololol. Honestly seeing you wearing his clothes is just cute to him anyways so he doesn’t mind too much, but you CANNOT take his Lakers jersey

Jade

Jade is very passionate about his plants so being with him you probably know a lot of facts about plants for no reason lol. He has his own garden at his house and he lets you help him out. Be careful though because he may freak out just a bit if you water a plant too much. His house is probably covered in plants as well, pots hanging from the ceiling, flowers on the coffee table, cute little succulents on his kitchen counter and sitting in the window. 

With him being so into plants, he really knows how to make a nice looking bouquet of flowers! Every once in a while he shows up to your doorstep with a beautifully arranged bouquet tied together with a ribbon of your favorite color. And with his knowledge of course he shows you how to take care of them so they don’t wither in a week. It’s really cute because he’ll grow flowers specifically for you and he only gives you the ones that are in the best condition. Also expect him to give you a bunch of fresh fruits and veggies to cook with or snack on. He wants to make sure you’re getting your vitamins!

Jade’s dates are always very intimate and private. Of course he enjoys going to movies and things like that with you but he likes to put thought into his dates. Even if it’s something as simple as a picnic in the park. It’s like you guys are in your own little world.

He’s very physically affectionate. I’m not saying he’s going to be eating your face every second of the day but this is just one of his love languages. He likes holding you or being held, he likes when you snuggle up against his side, all of it. If you ever sleep together he’ll have a gorilla grip on you while you cuddle. It takes a lot of work getting out of his arms without waking him up lol

Jade is a very straight to the point man which is a good thing because you’ll never have an issue communicating with him. If he’s upset with you you don’t have to deal with him acting weird around you or trying to avoid the subject because he’ll tell you right then and there.

Dake

Dake can be very romantic and caring once he falls for you. He barely bats an eye at any girl that looks his way anymore. He has a flirty side yes, and most people peg him as this playboy. Which may be true in the beginning but i definitely see him leaving that behind if he cares about you enough

He always shows you the coolest things while at the beach! Little creatures you would have never noticed, different types of shells, random facts about the ocean, etc. He’s super into marine life so he spends a lot of time cleaning up the beach and he’s happy when you help him. Dake seeing people litter is so funny because he’s instantly just like “Mate what the fuck are you doing?” Lmao he’s a pretty laid back dude but if you’re endangering the ocean in any way he’ll definitely get your ass for it

With him living in Australia you guys do have to deal with long distance (unless you live there too ofc) so expect a lot of phone calls, video chats and texts throughout the week. He really misses you when he’s gone so he’ll stay up extra late or wake up super early just to be able to video chat with you. 

“Babe why are you still awake, isn’t it like 3 AM there?”

“I wanted to see your beautiful face before i went to sleep.” Ugh he’s so cute

Okay but imagine the dates though? Scuba diving? Swimming with dolphins? A lot of your dates are probably on water tbh lol that’s where he feels the most at home. But of course your fates outside of the water are just as fun. He prefers more lively dates, like go-karting or something. And then stuffing your faces with food afterwards.

[kirbychan234]

Now here's the big question.... ultimate talents for the P5 gang?

ah yes, thank you anon for indulging me. as if i haven’t thought about this constantly for the past three weeks :D

a lot of these are no-brainers but some i would like to go into detail!!! the idea of these kids attending Hope’s Peak is extremely intriguing (never mind the fact i like imagining that Hope’s Peak is a thing in the Persona 3,4,5-verse)

Akira Kurusu - SHSL Lucky Student (honestly i feel like this fits him perfectly. Morgana says constantly about how lucky Akira is, and come on, dude needed some SERIOUS luck to survive the aftermath of Sae’s palace. i feel like his luck is sort of a combination of Naegi’s and Komaeda’s, in that he can’t really control it the way Komaeda can, but it’s definitely not as passive as Naegi’s is

after he’s arrested, he receives the letter from HPA. the police are kind of hesitant to let him go to such a prestigious school, especially after he was just expelled from his last one, but HPA insists that Akira attend. after all, if someone under probation is lucky enough to get picked to go to their school, they definitely want to study that! (hell they’ve got criminals going there anyway (Kuzuryu, Hoshi)). Akira almost wants to decline anyway for kind of the same reasons Naegi almost did (i.e. incredibly overwhelming), but his parents insist he go to help restore the family name, etc)

(rest are under the cut)

Ryuji Sakamoto - SHSL Track and Field (early in the school year, he gets his leg broken by Kamoshida...but that’s for later)

Ann Takamaki - SHSL Model  (very similar to canon: modeling was never really something she thought she wanted to do, it was more of just a hobby for her. later on in the school year, thanks to a certain other bitchy and jealous model, she starts taking it more seriously)

Yusuke Kitagawa - SHSL Painter (honestly he’s shocked and honored to be the first student of Madarame’s to be recruited to go to HPA. Madarame is also thrilled, but well...we’ll get to him later too)

Makoto Nijima - SHSL Student Council President (she’s got a lot of pressure put on her, not only from the school, since the last SHSL Student Council President became so successful after graduation, but by Sae. her sister was never recruited for HPA, but their father was, and she pushes Makoto a lot to keep up her studies. she thinks she’s being supportive and helpful, but really it’s just stressing Makoto out even more)

Futaba Sakura - SHSL Hacker (Sojiro pulled a few strings to have Futaba be in online classes at first. it’s only when her heart is changed and she starts following Akira around that she slowly starts to get more comfortable to come to the actual school)

Haru Okumura - SHSL Gardener (the daughter of the founder of Big Bang Burger attending Hope’s Peak Academy? oh it’s absolutely perfect, although Okumura would have preferred her talent not be so...”useless”. but it’ll make his company look good, and her fiance is more than happy to say that he’s engaged to someone who goes to HPA. Haru is...less than enthused about that bit, but she’s happy to make friends and is glad that her gardening hobby has suddenly earned her some respect)

Goro Akechi - SHSL Detective  (he’s definitely a lot more charismatic than the other detectives at school, and he’s definitely got the brain and observation skills to be the detective the school says he is...but there’s something off about that smile. nevertheless, he enjoys conversations with Kirigiri and Saihara when they get the chance to talk (and of course Akira too))

“Kasumi” Yoshizawa - SHSL Gymnast (i’ll be honest, i really didn’t want to put Yoshizawa on here because i don’t care for her character in the slightest, but people would probably be upset if i didn’t. ugh.

i imagine it actually is Kasumi at first who goes to HPA, but after she dies in the accident, strings are pulled by a certain someone to make it seem like it was Sumire had died instead, and Sumire takes her sister’s place in HPA. it takes a while for people to notice)

as for the targets, most of them are alumni of HPA

Kamoshida is the Former SHSL Volleyball Player, and works as a teacher at HPA now. he’s still as scummy as ever and still breaks Ryuji’s leg

Madarame is the Former SHSL Artist, and uses his status to bring in more artists to steal from. Yusuke is his first pupil to be recruited for HPA as well, and it’s better for him too since the school won’t do anything to their alumni

Kaneshiro is the Former SHSL Fisherman, something that has absolutely nothing to do with crime. he was born poor but was thrilled when he got picked to go to HPA. however, he was made fun of a lot for his talent, and in turn scammed other students (especially Reserve Course Students) out of their money. he was expelled for this, but he uses the connections he made during his time to scam more people and become the mob boss he always wanted to be

Okumura is the Former SHSL Businessman, which led him to revive his father’s dying business and transform it into the huge corporation it is today. but he becomes incredibly jaded over time and craves more power

Shido is the Former SHSL Public Speaker. he’s the one that uses all of the connections he can from his school, and has everyone else under his thumb, even HPA itself at times. he was the one who put forth the idea of the Reserve Course in the first place, and he gets a share of the profits in return

And then Maruki. He’s the Former SHSL Counselor, but unlike the others, he’s actually a decent person. He works and Hope’s Peak now as a Counselor, and is part of the reason why Sumire is able to attend as Kasumi. it’s a part of the Hope Cultivation Project, which he is also a part of. he’s hesitant about the extremes the others to go but... 

Hope’s Peak knows a lot about their alumni’s crimes (especially Kamoshida’s) but they turn a blind eye because...it’s Hope’s Peak, of course they would

[charlotteweekly]

HOW FOOD IS RULING MY LIFE.

SPOILER ALERT!!! SUPER FOOD SPOTS AROUND THE WORLD IF YOU HAVE THE COURAGE TO READ MORE THAN 3 SENTENCES. Or you can jump right away to the cool tips but that would make me sad. Not that you care, of course.

Food is part of every human being’s life. But is it that big of a deal for everyone as it is for me? I don’t know if I would call myself a “foodie” but I sure have a passionate relationship with food. When I’m hungry, my brain does not function very well. I can’t think clearly, I’m not efficient but most of all, I’m in such a bad mood. Until I eat, I can’t be asked anything. My attitude tends to frighten those around me. I’m just kidding (not that much). I have no control over my tummy! My brain is not in charge here, hence the article’s title. I don’t know if some of you can relate. I hope so…

The same applies in the morning. Until I have had my cup of coffee and had enjoyed my favorite meal of the day: breakfast; I’m not here for anyone.

As Kitty Forman would say: “Honey, this is breakfast. Don’t ask me things.” 

Speaking of which, brekkie is truly different in every country but I like them all, I mean, for those I’ve tried. By the way, the guy who invented the “all day breakfast” thing is my hero. Those places are heaven on earth. I’ve got some favorite spots around the world that I’m going to share with you. First of all, Bakers & Roasters in Amsterdam, let me tell you their pancakes with bacon and bananas are to die for and so is their coffee. Then, if you are in L.A., be sure to stop by Blu Jam Café. Your mouth will thank you for their crunchy French toast. Morning Glory’s Soufflé Pancakes in San Diego is also worth a try. The pink atmosphere, the food and the cocktails will bring joy to your Saturday Brunch outing. And finally, I like to go to IHOP. Yes, I do. Their pancakes and burgers won’t disappoint you. It’s the kind of place you find pretty much everywhere on the road and it fulfills my American road trips fantasies, Road 66, diner style and whatnot.

I kind of plan my vacations around food spots. I don’t “kind” of do it, actually. I do it compulsively. My itineraries are based on breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, and dinner. I love to try everything local as long as it is not too weird. I do have my limits.

Food is culturally interesting. You can learn a lot by breaking bread with locals. For example, in the south of France, from my experience, you will start with some salad. Main course will always be accompanied by some fresh “baguette” and there will always be a cheese board and some wine to finish up your meal.

When someone invites you over in Italy, be sure to free up your afternoon because you might spend a few hours at his or her table. Italians always cook the most delicious feast! Fresh homemade pasta will certainly be on the menu.

My darling Australian friends, I often think of you. Cheese and crackers fill your appetizer’s table. Your Sunday roast with gravy and tender vegetables reminds me of a fall day when I curl up on the couch watching a movie with my beloved. You also have weird food habits. First Vegemite and then vegemite pizza? Really? What the hell Ossie people?

Wandering the streets in Bangkok and eating off the sidewalk is an authentic and very suspenseful adventure. Thai Street food is like a box of chocolates you never know what you’re gonna get nor if your stomach will get through it.

If I had to rank my favorite food in the world this would be my top 6:

Pizza

Burgers and fries

Dumplings

Pancakes with bacon and gallons of maple syrup of course

Avocado on toast with poached eggs

Pasta of any kind

Yes, six is a weird number for a ranking but I couldn’t bring myself to delete an item from this list. It also makes me feel unique in a way. Anyway. For your taste buds, I am going to share my top 3 best places in the world for every element above.

Best Pizze

Via Napoli, Sydney (La vera pizza napoletana)

Di Fara Pizza, Brooklyn (New York Style)

Pizza d’Asporto, Yarraville Melbourne

Best Burgers

In-N-Out Burger

Whataburger

Shake Shack

Best Dumplings

Yank Sing, San Francisco

Jade Restaurant, Austin

Hutong Dumpling Bar, Melbourne

Best Pancakes

Bakers & Roasters, Amsterdam

Morning Glory, San Diego

IHOP

Best Pasta

My grandpa’s pasta. Italian roots oblige. Actually, I have never eaten amazing pasta except in Italy but pasta’s always better at home, especially when you have family recipes from your great grandparents.

Pasta al Cinghiale, Il Boschetto Calvi dell'Umbria

Pastificio Guerra, Roma

What are your top 6 favorite foods in the world? I’m curious. I love discovering new places. Maybe this will help me choose my next destination!

If you’d like me to share more, I’d be happy to. Name your destination in the comments and maybe I’ll have a suggestion. I’ve visited more countries than I’ve shared in this article so don’t hesitate!

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

What are Bruce and Selina’s favorite things about each other?

well, that depends entirely on when in the relationship you ask. they’ve been doing this for such a long time.

Bruce is 24 and still new to this, still testing his edges and figuring out what exactly Batman is supposed to mean, putting on a lot of gruff bravado because that’s the easiest way to let people know he’s Taking This Very Seriously. and there’s this thief who acts like it’s all a game, like she’s just here for the flirting and the banter, but god if she’s not brilliant. it’s never just a chase with her, it’s a game, a challenge, something almost like a dance, see if you can keep up. not that he’d admit it, because he did swear war on all criminals and that definitely includes her, but he almost looks forward to seeing her again.

so is she, because Selina’s 26 and really trying her best to have fun. life is hard and crime - well, that’s not easy, exactly, but fuck if things don’t feel a little better when you can sashay home with a pocket full of diamonds. it’s incredible stress relief, dressing up in a slinky black suit and making purring puns at everyone you come across; forget about therapy. and the Bat’s the most fun to play with, so solemn and stiff, an absolute delight to smack around and see what he’ll do next. she wants to make him smile, make him crack, make him slip up and make a mistake so he’ll be a little less high and mighty. she’s always liked screwing with people who take themselves too seriously.

but Bruce, 27, knows her games a little better, has advanced to a higher level. it’s not about the chase anymore; someone’s been caught, though he’s not sure who. not it’s about keeping her close without letting her get too close, trying to conceal the parts of himself that are unbecoming on Batman. she’s smart, dangerously so, and he wonders why he didn’t expect her to make quick work of him when he’s seen how easily she infiltrates every other thing she sets her mind to. her mind is a sharp, pervasive thing that attracts him as much as it worries him.

Selina, 29, teetering on the edge of 30, wonders if she’s too old for these mind games yet. but how is she supposed to quit now, when she’s just figuring out who he might be, really? he’s a master at walling her out, goes cold without warning when she crosses his lines, but the bits and pieces she can gather are intriguing. there’s someone hurt in there, someone who’s much more than just the darkness and the night. why does she even want to know? to betray him, to fix him, to satisfy her own curiosity? hell if she knows, hell if she needs a reason. she’s a cat, isn’t she? if she can’t have something she wants it, simple as that.

they keep wearing away at each other, little by little. Bruce is 30, has a new kid, a second Robin, and she can’t help but wonder what kind of family man the Bat is. he likes kids; she’d be a fool if she hadn’t noticed by now, and isn’t that intriguing? likewise, Selina’s 32 now, and Bruce is reassessing whether or not she belongs with all criminals. the thefts, yes, sure, but what about the people she protects, the working girls and the teenage runaways and everyone else who feels a little safer when they see Catwoman on patrol? she smirks one night, tells him that the rich are as superstitious and cowardly as anyone he’s ever hunted, and he awash in his complicated feelings for this complicated person. they can find something that works for them in this gray area, maybe.

skip ahead. Bruce is 36, has survived the next greatest losses of his life, down a Batgirl and a Robin but up a new Batgirl and a new Robin and a Spoiler as well. Selina’s 38 (sneaking up on 40, where has the time gone? she never meant to give so much of her life over to this) and has had some feelings about this, was glad to see a new sidekick bringing him to life but isn’t sure at all she likes him dragging more and more and more into harm’s way. they’re getting a bit of distance from each other for the time being, although the city has its ways of pulling them back together now and again. despite herself she admires how stubborn he is, how singleminded he is as he continues his mission. she would never tell him, no more than he would tell her how much he loves her ability to walk away from him when enough is enough.

he’s dead, for awhile, and at 42 Selina still isn’t jaded enough not to be heartbroken. she helps the kids out where she can while they squabble among themselves to see who will get to wear his cape. she loves him more sharply than she has in years, seeing what Bruce the man has made and the howling void Bruce the symbol leaves. look at everything you did, she wants to say. look at everything you’ve done. is this enough? are you satisfied now, would they be proud of you?

he comes back. of course he does; nothing should surprise her after Jason. she doesn’t lay her sentimentality on him, doesn’t tell him all the sappy platitudes that haunted her in his absence, but she does find him and let him know that she is done with games. she’s ready, if he is. it takes some trying on, some trial and error, but by now she’s accepted that they might just have all the time in the world. twenty years, forty, eighty, who’s counting anymore?

Bruce is 45, Selina 47. their lives are still not intermingled, not entirely; they both know it’s probably for the best. but they’re closer than they’ve ever been. 

his favorite thing about her - the easy way she chats with vendors and artists at street fairs, making small talk and fumbling with her wallet in the furthest possibly cry from suave, sexy Catwoman. how cheerfully she does things alone, movies and concerts and entire vacations because she’s that comfortable with her own company. the terrible historical conspiracy documentaries that she begs him to watch with her. how expressive her mouth is, how he can read her every thought there after two decades of practice.  

her favorite things about him - how easily he can be persuaded to stay in bed in the morning. when he kicks back to enjoy greasy pizza or burgers with his kids, the furthers possibly thing from brooding, looming Batman. that he never complains about having to take allergy medicine to stay the night in her apartment (cat hair is his Kryptonite; go figure). when he proudly reminds people about his art history degree. his genuine and unironic appreciation for shirley temples.  

it’s all the little things, the smallest things, the ones they never could have imagined or guessed about each other, the ones that shattered their images of each other and made them into something better, more human. 

[itsanerdlife]

Mistakes Made 3/30

Pairing: Peter  Parker x Reader

Warning: Self doubt. Violence. Anger. Back stabbing. Lying. Arguing. Separation. Blood. Law breaking. Cat Fights. Stalking. A lot of anger. Team fighting. Feelings of being pathetic. Sneaking around. Betrayal.

A/N: Steve turns into a little bit of a dick. He won’t be your favorite through this series. Remember love can twist you up and change you, if you fall in with the wrong type of person.

“When one path is cut off, it’s the world’s way of telling you what you want isn’t what you need.” Steve Rogers is your best friend and you’re harboring the worst, most pathetic crush for him. But when Steve’s no longer got the time for you. When Steve starts dating the horrible and sketchy Agent Holly Smith. You’re left heart broken and in a slump. You got your heart broken in one go. The man you wanted and your best friend. Peter Parker steps in, picking up all your broken pieces. He makes you laugh, makes your heart flutter, and he knows exactly what you are. You’re falling head over heels for Peter. But the team isn’t whole with you and Steve on the outs. A drunk text and misunderstanding, everything you had comes crashing down around you. Assassins are trained to lie, kill and never be trusted. You’ve got nothing left to lose now. Where will you and Peter end up? Is there really such thing as a happy ending in this life? Or is there someone pull the threads to your happiness and life?

Tag List Is Open!!!

It had been two weeks since Steve saved Holly. And that pathetic feeling in your chest and stomach, it never left. It was one thing knowing Steve didn’t want you, but it was another to know he couldn’t even bother being your friend anymore. Y: Work out today? S: Sorry doll, can’t today.

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You barely saw Steve and when you did, he was so glued to his phone he didn’t even hear you when you spoke to him. You were slipping into a slump, and you didn’t have anyone to blame but yourself. You knew all along Steve didn’t want more with you, so why did you keep holding on to hope? Hope was a bitch of a feeling.

S: Lunch today? Hope bloomed in your chest. Y: Sure. Time? An hour later, hope had crashed into disappointment. Y: Steve? Your gut ached at the realization he was blowing you off. Y: Maybe another day. Four hours later he finally replied. S: Sorry something came up.

Two years of friendship, of flirting and counting on each other and that’s all you were worth? Not even a good excuse. No explanation, no nothing. He dropped you like a bad habit and you couldn’t even be mad. It wasn’t like he was yours to begin with.

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You decided a few days later you should try to talk to him. See what was going on with him, was he avoiding you? Was he seeing someone? Your stomach turned at the thought.

Y: Coffee?

Three hours later you still had no reply. You sigh, you finish up your mission reports. Your laptop doesn’t give you notice if it went through, you click refresh, the page goes white. You sigh. Picking up your phone you text Steve one last time.

Y: Did my reports go through? Laptop is acting up again. S: Yeah. Holy shit he actually replied. You dare to get your hopes up again. Y: Binge watch? S: Can’t. Sorry.

“Not even a full fucking sentence.” You mutter, dropping your phone to the desk. You grab your laptop, holding it close to your chest, you shuffle out of your room and into the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” Peter looks up as you shuffle towards the island.

“My laptop is acting up.” You pout.

“Here, I’ll look at it.” Peter puts his hand out for your computer. You comply and hand it over, before dropping into a seat, your chin in your hand, elbow on the counter.

“Thanks.” You sigh.

“Why the long face, doll?” Buck leans on the counter across from you.

“I don’t think Steve and I are friends anymore.” You reply in a flat tone.

“Whoa. What happened?” Sam drops into the seat next to you.

“He never talks to me. He keeps blowing me off. I can’t even get him to reply to my text unless its mission related.” You shrug.

“That’s harsh.” Peter sighs, his hand comes to rest on top of yours on the counter top.

“He’s been with Holly, every chance he has.” Buck shrugs. Your heart drops into your stomach, so he was seeing someone.

“I figured.” You admit softly. Your hand drops from your chin, to play with one of the many tears in your skinny jeans.

“Hey, I’m not Steve, but how about you let me take you for lunch. See if I can cheer you up?” Peter smiles at you. You look over at Peter, he was so damn sweet to you.

“Really? You don’t have to do that.” You sigh.

“I want to. Let me grab my keys.” He gives your hand a squeeze. You look down at yourself. Your black tank top and skinny jeans, you wore your black vans. You look back at Peter who was handing your laptop over to Tony.

“I’ll grab my sweater.” You smile, slipping from the stool, heading for your room.

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The two of you step out of the elevator into the underground garage, Peter slips his arm over your shoulders, giving you a squeeze into his side. You grin up at him.

“Thank you, Peter.” You knew it wasn’t going to cure everything, but it was nice knowing someone enjoyed being around you.

“I like being around you, Y/N.” He chuckles as if he had read your thoughts.

“Really? So it’s not something wrong with me?” You laugh.

“There is nothing wrong with you, Y/N. Trust me.” He gives you a crooked grin. You nod, smiling.

“You’re the sweetest, Peter.” Coming around the corner is Steve. The three of you stop, looking at one another.

“Oh, hey.” Steve nods.

“Hi.” You reply in a flat tone.

“What’s going on?” He looks between you and Peter.

“We’re going to lunch.” Peter nods, he glances down at you.

“Oh. Okay.” Steve nods as you and Peter move around him, heading for Peter��s car.

“So pizza or burgers?” Peter grins as he pulls open the car door for you.

“O Peter,” you light up “can you take me to that pizza place you were telling me about?” You ask.

“I would love too.” He grins, shutting the door for you.

He settles in behind the wheel, pulling out.

“I really needed this, thank you.” You look over at Peter.

“Well, I really wanted to do this, so thank you for saying you’d join me.” He flashes you a smile before he pulls out on to the street.

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[honey-milk-depresso]

Can i ask gi request about dependance mc who had trouble to decide by themself, which makes them want to someone to order them?

While I won't usually take request during an event, which is my OC, Lumi's birthday and 600+ followers event...

But I find these SO relatable, not because I'm indecisive, but my friend is dependent on me to make a choice for them if they should get a big mac or a teriyaki burger-

So, I hope you enjoy! ^^

(I picked my top three characters in no particular order-)

TWST An indecisive s/o

Trey Clover

Look, I had to-

Trey is alright when he decides on things,

it isn't hard for him.

But one time he asked you if you wanted a maroon tart or a strawberry tart.

And...well-

Let's say you took at least 10 minutes-

correction, 10 minutes and STILL deciding on what you want.

And you looked troubled, concentrating very hard as if you're taking a multiple choice exam.

Trey was... smiling, but a visible sweat drop was seen as he waited patiently for your answer.

After encountering you're indecisiveness, he feels like he's the one making the choices for you every time.

Like how he help you choose between food, on whether to go out with who, studying what first..

Trey tries his best to help you pick the best choice, but also guide you in making choices on your own.

Trey tells you, not all choices we make would be always right, and it's okay. Just stay true to your morals, and he knows you're a good person at heart, so you shouldn't be afraid to make them on your own.

But, when it comes to trivial matters like food, he would laugh awkwardly, and just pat your head.

He wasn't going to lie, your indecisiveness over certain things (trivial things-) is pretty adorable. <3

Azul Ashengrotto

Oh my sevens-

Azul doesn't really have any problems deciding himself, he's usually okay with making choices on his own.

But during the time when he encountered your serious indecisiveness was when he had you sign a contract.

You hesitated... for 10 minutes and still looked at the contract with uncertainty.

Ace and Deuce had to talk you out, yet you still look at it with doubt.

Floyd was about to fall asleep, even Jade was losing his composure, and so was Azul.

Like-

OH MY GOD PLEASE JUST SIGN IT-

By this point, he would have been just as happy if you refused. He JUST wanted an answer.

He had to hold in the urge of groaning loudly, and forced himself to smile "politely", though it was pretty obvious it was strained.

Becoming his s/o,

Azul made sure he takes matters into his own hands,

and just guide you into making decisions on your own.

He tells you he won't always be there to help you, and that you couldn't be so dependent on others making the choice for you.

He guides you patiently, and if you're one to be scared of the choices you make, he'll always reassure you it's alright.

Not all choices are right, and that's fine. The outcome is there to teach you a lesson regardless if it's a good or bad choice, worse or better choice.

Though, he's the one making orders for you when you come to Monstro Lounge to eat. He doesn't want Floyd to get mad at you.

Though, sometimes when you focus really hard on deciding what to eat, he finds it hard to hold in his laugh. You just look so cute doing so. <3

Jade Leech

Oh my...

He's met indecisive clients before,

but they usually would sign in the end, in a matter of a few minutes which is at least 2 to 3 minutes, and which the fun begins.

Not you-

Oh no no no-

He stood at the side awkwardly, looking at you focusing really hard on whether to sign or not to sign Azul's contract.

His smile was faltering, and he swore he saw the minute hand of the clock struck to become at least one hour. Monstro Lounge was about to close by this point.

Deuce and Ace had to convince you a lot and talk you through, but you still squinted your eyes, hesitant on signing.

He was already losing his composure. Can you believe it?

Jade isn't one to be so indecisive, when he makes a decision, he's certain.

Jade has never met anyone as indecisive as you. This was too extreme even for him.

Jade, like Azul, decides to take matters into his own hands and guide you in making choices on your own.

He reassures you, it's okay if the choices you make are wrong. Well, there are different factors playing in in different scenarios, but he knows you hold good morals, so it's fine.

You just learn from the outcome. No one's perfect in always making a flawless choice.

But, my dear, please-

when it comes to the menu, just order mushroom risotto please.

It's a very nice dish, and he'll gladly feed you some like the gentleman he is. <3