#like you ever just wake up knowing youre gonna die? or suffer??? yeah

[floofeh-purpi]

Through the Screen.

Self-aware! Obey Me x Gn! Insomniac! Reader

OMG IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I LAST WROTE SMTH WHATRR?!!! And its first time writing for a fandom that's not Genshin under the sagau tag-

『Beloved fluffball/s mentioned below! 💜』

@rotin0 @cherry-blossom-sword80 @leniisreallycool @mc-cos-charm @imtotallynotthere @cosmo112 @cheeseburgercasserole @kanashi-aivy

Credits to cafekitsune for the dividers! (I needed these omfg)

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, reader has a nightmare, cursing, ooc because... hm...., I don't know either, written in bullet form, I don't know this is so messy 🙏

• Alright, so where the fuck should I begin with this???

• You maybe fell for them, but they fell even harder— so much harder than their bones are brok— oh wait you mean THAT kind of falling??

• Anyways

• After you FINALLY saved enough money to buy a new phone you stepped on it when you were half asleep

• Ouch.

• You still had to bandage your foot because of the wounds it inflicted on your foot.

• And one time you were resting your foot; you found a certain Otome game...

• Duh bitch of course it was Obey Me! as if it wasn't obvious enough by the title

• You decided to download obey me because:

1. Your best friend forced you to.

2. You were bored.

3. You wanted to cure yourself from boredom after you wake up at 3 in the morning—

• Even though you had to delete a 'few' apps and things from your gallery...

• You think it was worth it! :D

• Because goddamn these guys in the cards look so ngh— excluding luke for obvious reasons.

• You look at them, yes.

• But bitch you dont know that THEY look at you too!

• At first, when they found out they were stuck in a game, they took a while in accepting things, that the human exchange student is- well, some sort of... coded sheep acting all plastic looking thing...?

• Like, what or who made them? Why? And when??? Why did they make them suffer like this??? Why make Lilith die and make Beel drown away in his guilt for god knows how long? and most importantly, what or who is playing??

• Well, until they've gotten access to your phone's camera— you can literally see their pupils form into hearts when stare into their eyes for so long! Except for Luke, they only sparkle more

• The sheep (aka the you in-game) was just... eugh.

• You know those occasional surprise guest sessions after those dance battles???

• Basically, the maximum amount of gifts you can get from surprise guests in a day is 6, and that you have to achieve a perfect sequence and stuff (Basically on all three actions that you do to them)

• ...Bro, they broke out of the coding that makes them give only 6 gifts to you a day and all of a sudden—

• HOLY SHIT??? 10K GRIMM IN ONE GIFT FROM BARBATOS???WHAT–?!

• You know they'll give you only 1k Grimm (it depends if they'll give you Grimm or the gift or nah)

• So— Bitch I'm not finished yet!

• Bro not only that, you also noticed that, as you were playing the game and progressed through the lessons smoothly.

• You could've sworn that the dance battles before were more difficult than now,

• Like bitch, who the fuck was responsible for buffing these mfs up?? 😭🙏

• You thought that Satan hated it when you touched him

• So why the fuck were you getting heart reactions from him when you accidentally tapped his head once when your phone fell on your head?!

• And the voicelines...

• Holy shit the voicelines...

• if you EVER have Asmo as the person— or demon in this case— that'll show up on your D.D.D screen, and if you're playing somewhere around 12am-3am...

• ...😰🙏

• Man's practically gonna lecture you about how lack of sleep can damage your skin

• AND YOU CANT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT

"What the hell are you doing at 12am?! Aren't humans supposed to sleep at this time?!"

• The demon exclaimed with wide eyes and a pout on his lips. Im imagining it and its so funny lmfao.

"WHAT THE FU—"

• ...Yeah you didn't play for a few days after that.

• Did Asmo scare you too much??

• My hands smell like soy sauce what the fuck.

• That's not the only reason, but school was being bitch and decided to throw exams, assignments, projects, and more to your sleepless self! :D

• Also because you desperately needed to fix up your sleep schedule and you needed to buy sleeping pills for your deprived ass, but they didn't need to know about that now, do they????

• And since you read a lot— no, actually... too many fanfics for game characters being self-aware...

• You suspected that they're now apparently... self-aware!

• You know how you always have to play obey me in landscape on your phone??

• Cuz' what I'm trying to say here is that they can basically see your pretty face through your camera, but only occasionally.

• Yk why??

• Cuz you usually keep on covering the damn camera on your phone :( aka the front camera on the top on your phone whenever you're in story mode, dance battles, devilgram posts or whatever you called it, and pretty much the entire time you play Obey Me.

• But they don't have the heart to say it out loud to you! :<

• But hearing your laughs whenever your eyes bear witness to the brother's banter or your hymns of praises directed towards them whenever you win another dance battle is enough for them to be content with the time they spend with you.

• But it doesn't mean that they don't want more.

• How could they NOT want more?

• They want every. single. ounce. of your. attention.

• But yet...

• Your so close to them. Yet so far away.

• You tossed and turned in your sleep, cold sweat dripping off your forehead as your nightmare got the hold of yourself.

• Tears welled up in your closed eyes as you subconsiously muttered out incomprehensible gibberish in your sleep.

SON OF A BITCH?!

• You exclaimed as you immediately sat up in bed and shaked the thick covers of your blanket as if you would pass out from a heatstroke if it covered your seemingly traumatized form any second longer.

• You went out of your room to get some water to calm your tears down a little.

• After staying in the dining room for maybe... the past 30 minutes or so, you finally went back to your safe haven; your room of course!

• You lay down in bed; exhausted yet not tired enough to lull yourself back to sleep.

• And so, with dark circles and dried tears on your face, you decided to open your phone and play the only game you have in your full-storaged device; Obey Me! :D

• You waited for the game to finish loading with half-lidded eyes. Damn the wifi for being shitty this... midnight?

UGH FINALLY...

• You exclaimed loudly in your bed.

• 2:04am. The D.D.D showed you. Wait how long were you awake again???

• Idk if you have Mammon as the demon that pops up in your D.D.D, but here you go-

• Did I make him ooc? 😰

Oi, human! I heard ya cryin' earlier. Ya ok?!

• THERES NO YELLOW FOR THE TEXT COLOR WHAY?!

• The white-haired demon exclaimed with a frown. Oh shit, that's one way to assure yourself that they're self-aware. But you didn't they can hear you too, so what—

The fuck? I didn't know they can hear me too... 😭🙏

• You murmured out. Yep. Mammon heard that.

Oh shit! Does this mean that they heard me scream at a cockroach while I was playing before?! 😰

• ...He heard that too.

What? -Mammon

OMFG IM DONE GUYS! IM DONE! Sorry it took me forever though 😭🙏

Published: September 20 2024. 3:12pm.

[solemntitty]

me explaining my situation to every psychiatrist as an adult: yeah i used to have really severe mental illness growing up so like. my perception for when i'm not doing okay is skewed, if i don't feel like i'm going to die every day then i don't consider that anxiety.

[lovers-rck]

hazel has a massive crush on the reader but doesn't think she's gay and reader has a massive crush on hazel but doesn't think she notices her

thank you for the request! i hope you like it <33

☆

That's it.

When the tap water hit Hazel's face, she knew what she had to do.

The night before she had read an article online about how to get over someone you had to ignore them for three months. Or something like that. The point was, she just needed just three months free of you to finally end this agony called love and be free.

It couldn't be that hard.

Yes, that's what Hazel was going to do. She couldn't go on suffering in silence, pretending to want to fight you at the club just to enjoy the (violent) rubbing of your body against hers. No. Of course not.

Her case was so severe that she had flunked the literature exam for staring at you during the long classes of 10 minutes - literature was her favorite class!

So yes, Hazel knew what she had to do, and the moment she walked through the school bathroom door she knew she made a decision she couldn't regret.

"Hi!"

God. It was you.

"I gotta go" Hazel said, running from your grasp.

"Wait!" the rubber of your sneakers squeaked against the corridor tiles as you tried to keep up with Hazel's hurried pace "We need to study for the class of Mr G"

The class of Mr G. Right.

Last week there had been the class to determine the pairs for the final project in Mr G's class, "Why should be more male presidents than female?", and you and Hazel had come out together. At the time Hazel had thought it was a sign of destiny, now she wanted to die.

"Uhh..." Hazel's legs were moving with great speed, at a pace you had trouble following "Im gonna quit school"

Your body slammed on the brakes "What!?"

Finally, Hazel stopped her walk and turned to look at you. The corridor was empty and silent, the only sound that could be heard was both of you gasping for breath.

"Yeah" Hazel said, looking at anything but you "Sorry".

Ever since she had met you, Hazel knew how you were going to be her downfall. Entire nights had been spent thinking about you, imagining scenarios where the two of you would magically fall in love and spend the rest of your lives together. Then Hazel would wake up, ready to face her harsh reality where you were not a part of it.

You clearly didn't like girls. Hazel knew this and as much as she would have enjoyed knowing that that wasn't true, the reality was that she was never going to be reciprocated by you. According to her intense pursuit (stalking your social media) your previous partners had all been guys, good looking guys and jocks and funny and with bright futures. Everything Hazel was not.

Liking you had become an act of torture that she willingly subjected herself to every day.

"You are not going to quit school hazel" you shook your head quickly "Let's go".

You offered her your hand, and for a second Hazel was about to take it and abandon her whole master plan.

But no.

"Im sorry" she said "I gotta go"

With a quick movement, your hand made contact with Hazel's arm, stopping her. Your touch felt warm against her cold skin, a contrast that made perfect sense.

You dragged Hazel into an empty room and pushed her body in roughly, then closed the door.

"Ouch" she said "The fight club is tomorrow"

"Im sorry" you said, locking the door.

"What are you doing!?" Hazel exclaimed, her body expression showing surprise "I told you i gotta go"

"We need to talk"

The empty room turned out to be the school chemistry lab. Large jars of liquids and colors adorned the shelves, the sunlight streaming behind them causing a reflection to rest on the faces of both of them.

"We have nothing to ta..." Hazel said, still avoiding your gaze.

"Did i do something wrong?" you said abruptly, and Hazel's eyes finally met yours.

She could easily detect the pain that your eyes transmitted, making her feel like the worst person in the world "Of course not" she said, "You never do nothing wrong".

"Then why are you acting like this?" you whispered.

Hazel had caught your attention from the minute you two fought in the club. Her punches were timid and light, and even when you almost broke her nose in one round, she still asked you worriedly if you were hurt.

Her nobility and gentleness got you from the first moment. From that day on, Hazel left you wanting more and more of her, you felt like you could hardly get enough of her presence.

But she was Hazel, and she was never going to love you.

"I don't know" she whispered too "I just can't keep like this,"

"Like this?"

"Yes, like this!" her voice rose, becoming slightly higher pitched "i cannot stand to be with you anymore."

The words came out of her mouth before she could stop them. Unconsciously, your hand went to your heart.

"Im sorry?" you said, trying to ignore the sudden stinging in your eyes "You cannot stand be around me anymore? fuck off, Hazel"

Hazel laughed unwillingly, shaking her head "You don't understand".

"Oh, why? " you moved closer to her, feeling the words come out of your mouth fiercely, totally controlled by the pain "You think i'm dumb right now? You cannot be around me anymore because you think i'm too dumb? Is that right?"

Hazel continued to shake her head as her hands rubbed her eyes in frustration.

"What, Hazel?" Their bodies were inches apart, the two of them with two completely different emotions "Oh you are not gonna speak now? C'mon Hazel!"

"Stop"

"Then explain to me what the fuck is happening!?"

"Quit now"

"I do not fucking understand why are you acting like such a bitch Hazel!"

"Because i cannot keep pretending that i'm not in love with you!"

The room was silent. The smell of kerosene danced in the air.

"What?" you murmured

"I'm sorry" she said, playing with her own fingers in an attempt to distract herself "I'm sorry"

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" you felt your heart pounding.

"Because we are friends" Hazel murmured in such a sad tone that you just wanted to hug her and never let go "And I'd rather stay friends than lose you".

"Haze..."

"I know nothing will ever happen between us" she said "I understand if you don't want to be my friend anymore".

Carried by the impulse, your body eliminated the space between you and Hazel's lips met yours.

Her lips matched yours perfectly, dancing in sync as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Hazel's hands found home on your face, holding you so gently that you thought you might faint from such bliss.

After a few seconds and to the regret of both of you, you had to pull apart for air, your lips suffer instantly from the lack of warmth of the other.

"I want to be more than your friend, Haze" you murmured, and you could see a smile form on his face.

Your body guided you towards Hazel's lips again, following a path that you had never traversed but felt so familiar.  

[glorious-spoon]

tell me all the things that i wanna hear [9-1-1 | Buck/Tommy; Buck/Eddie | 1/1]

1.3k words | feelings realization | episode tag

about a week ago i wrote this post about an eddie feelings realization at the bachelor party, so naturally after last night's episode i had to write the fic.

tell me all the things that i wanna hear [on AO3]

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He doesn't remember it right away.

Which is… not surprising, probably. The bachelor party that wasn't marks the drunkest he's been since before Chris was born, possibly the drunkest he's ever been in his life. He wakes up in a bathtub shirtless and so hungover that he wants to die, and then they discover that Chimney is missing, and it's a long, stressful, terrifying fucking day that keeps Eddie way too busy to focus on any of the garbled flashes of memory from last night. Busting down a hotel door and shouting off-key karaoke at Buck and tilting sloppily together while they poured each other shots—stupid party shit that he's honestly too old for. They're definitely going to owe the hotel damage fees out the ass.

But in the end, Chim is okay. Or, if not okay, at least safely ensconced in a hospital bed. Eddie leaves to pick Chris up from Pepa's and he's still there, shooting the shit with his abuela and slowly sipping his fourth Gatorade of the day in the hopes that it'll settle his stomach enough for him to eat dinner, when he gets the text from Buck that the wedding is still on and he needs to get his ass back to the hospital. So he packs Chris in the car, and doesn't fight it when his abuela also insists on coming—Pepa waves them off with an indulgent smile—and doesn't allow himself to be relieved that the short notice means he has an excuse not to mention it to Marisol.

It's a beautiful wedding, in the end. Perfectly imperfect, in the way all the best things in life are. Eddie gets a little teary-eyed when Chim and Maddie slip the rings onto each other's fingers, and he claps with all the rest, and he just happens to glance up in time to see a flash of blue as Buck slips out the door.

For a moment, he considers following, but Karen nearly trips bringing the cake in, so Eddie jumps in to catch her before tonight can turn into any more of a catastrophe than it already is. From there, there's the usual party bustle of divvying up cake and passing out paper plates, and he forgets about Buck for a little while, at least until he tugs Tommy through the door, the both of them beaming like fools and covered in soot in a way that makes it very fucking obvious what Buck just spent the last twenty minutes doing with his mouth.

Eddie doesn't remember it then, either. He snickers while he watches the rest of the room catch on, while Buck introduces Tommy around to the people who don't already know him, and he catches Buck by the arm as he's making his way over to the cake.

"You might want to go wash your face there, bud," he says.

"What?" Buck blinks at him. Then he rubs at his cheek, and looks at his sooty hand, and goes bright red. "Oh. Um. Shit."

"Yeah."

"I was wondering why…" To Eddie's relief, he's laughing. "Well, that's one way to come out to everybody. Right?"

Eddie laughs. "I guess so. You feeling alright about it?"

"Yeah," Buck says. He glances over to where Tommy is talking to Chim and Maddie. Like he sensed it, Tommy glances up and grins brilliantly at him, and Eddie watches something in Buck's expression go soft and warm and pleased. "Yeah. I'm—I'm feeling really, really good about it."

Eddie's heart gives a funny little thump in his chest. He pats Buck's arm, then lets go. "Well, good. Happy for you, man."

"Thanks, Eddie." Just for a moment, Buck turns that soft expression on him. Then he says, "I'm gonna, uh, go wash up. Save me some cake!"

"Sure," Eddie says, but Buck's already gone. He threads through the crowd to Tommy's side, says something in a low voice to him that makes him laugh and Chim put a long-suffering hand over his eyes. Then they're both moving toward the door together, Tommy's hand resting low on Buck's back.

"Dad, can I have another slice of cake?"

He looks down at Chris. "I don't know, mijo, it's kind of…"

"Come on."

"Alright, fine," Eddie says, caving, if only so he doesn't keep looking at the door that Buck and Tommy left through.

They reappear a few minutes later, freshly scrubbed, and Eddie watches Hen hug first Buck, and then Tommy, who looks startled but hugs her back. Then they head through the crowd together toward the cake. Their hands are linked together. Eddie decides that's a good moment to go give Maddie and Chim his congratulations.

He doesn't remember it then, either. It's not until later, when the crowd is finally trickling out ahead of the end of visiting hours and Maddie and Chim take turns hugging a sleepy Jee-Yun before handing her over to Mrs. Lee, that Buck sidles up to him. 

"I'm gonna get going," he says. Then, to Chris, "Hey, Superman. Awesome party, huh?"

Chris shrugs, all studied adolescent indifference like he didn't insist on coming along. "It was okay. The cake was good."

"Actually, we should probably get going pretty soon too," Eddie says. "Abuela, you good?"

She flaps a hand at him and goes back to her conversation with Mr. Lee, and Buck says, "I'm gonna, uh, give Tommy a ride back to the station so he can drop off his gear."

He's blushing again. Eddie quirks an eyebrow at him. "Just to the station, huh?"

"Shut up," Buck mutters, but he looks pleased. He looks happy, the way a smile steals helplessly onto his face when he glances up at Tommy, who's standing by the door with his turnout coat slung over his arm, talking to Karen. Who glances up like he could tell Buck was looking at him, and smiles back.

"I mean it," Eddie says, instead of ribbing him some more. "I'm happy for you."

"Yeah, yeah," Buck mutters, slinging an arm over his shoulders and pulling him into a jostling half-hug. "I love you, man. You know that, right?"

Eddie tilts against him, his nose just bumping the edge of Buck's jaw, and that's when the memory hits him like a bullet, or a lightning bolt, or something equally sudden and devastating.

That couch in the hotel room. Sitting there with Buck's arm around his shoulders and one of Buck's legs flung over his knees—his shirt was gone by then, and Buck had lost his jacket, and Eddie could feel the warmth of his body through the thin tee he had on underneath. He was waving his hands as he spoke, jostling Eddie, and Eddie turned his face toward Buck and bumped his nose against his cheek just like he is now, and thought with perfect, sober clarity, I could kiss him right now. I want to kiss him.

He goes still. Buck must feel it, because he jostles Eddie a little, his warm, stubbled jaw rough against the bridge of Eddie's nose for just an instant before Eddie turns his head away. "Eddie? You good?"

"Yeah," Eddie says. He doesn't look up at Buck. Isn't sure he could stand to see his face, this close: his blue eyes, his soft lips, he was just kissing Tommy, he wants Tommy, not you, and anyway you're not—you don't—you can't— "Yeah, I'm good. Just kinda hoping I never see another shot of tequila as long as I live."

"Oh, tell me about it," Buck says, and finally releases him. "In retrospect, that was so fucking dumb." "Swear jar," Chris remarks, without looking up from his Switch. 

"Put it on my tab," Buck says, ruffling his hair. "See you guys later."

"Yeah, later," Eddie says, a beat too late. Buck doesn't seem to notice, thankfully. He gives Eddie a quick grin and heads back to where Tommy is waiting. Karen hugs him, and then Hen does, and Tommy waves at Eddie, who manages to gather the wherewithal to wave back. And then they're gone.

Eddie rubs his knuckles against his sternum, where a dull ache has taken up residence, then lets his hand and pulls a smile on before anyone can see.

[luveline]

a special friend request with loving understand compassionate freddie and ghost who just doesn’t want to be touched for a day or two but feels guilty/weird for talking about it<3

thank you for your request!! a special friend universe TW really has mental health issues | fem!reader

Fred wakes you up with a fond bouquet of kisses under and around your jaw, warm and sweet and smelling fresh. "Shower's running," he says, stroking a stray baby hair from your cheek. 

You close your eyes, unsure about how you feel. Fred gives a soft laugh, a last kiss, and promises to go make breakfast. 

The falls you tend to suffer aren't usually so blind-siding, and you've dreaded for days that this weird feeling was going to return. It does with little sympathy. 

You feel heavy as a leaden bowling ball as you toddle into the bathroom. What you see only worsens your mood. 

You've never felt pretty. Not before you met Fred, and even now it's hard. He makes you feel beautiful just by being him, so touchy and gentle, always with a kind word to say about you, but the mirror isn't so easily tricked. 

Ugly, you think. Not as a scathing insult or anything similar, but as a simple observation. You look, to yourself, awful. You've puffy eyes from trouble sleeping and a bloody mark on your cheek from picking a spot that didn't need to be picked. You feel ugly. You have always felt ugly. Why Fred would ever want to kiss you is anyone's best guess. 

After a shower you get dressed in the baggiest clothes you own while maintaining some professionalism and slink into the kitchen. The first thing Fred does when you're close enough is tap the back of his hand against yours. 

You wish he wouldn't. 

What a horrible thought. 

"Toast?" 

"I don't think I can stomach it." 

"You sure? It might make you feel better." 

You're not sure, but you say, "Yeah, I don't think I can. It's gonna taste like glue." 

Fred knows what you mean because he always does. He kisses your eyebrow and slips a tangerine into your pocket conspicuously. 

You eat it later, sitting behind your stool at the till and wondering if there's something really evil about you lurking under your skin. Fred is a thousand good things, the kind of good you can only aspire to be, and every time he touches you today you've had to fight the urge to recoil away from him. It's not that you don't want him to touch you — you don't want him to touch you. What if he feels something he doesn't like? What if he touches your hand and it's rough? Your cheek and it's bumpy? What if he kisses you and finds he doesn't like kissing you at all? 

In fact, you'd rather not be looked at. Difficult when your job consists of customer service. 

"Can I have some?" George asks, appearing behind you.

"No, you can't." And there's his brother.

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, George, you can have some." 

"And she'll die of starvation. Great idea." 

George takes the slices of tangerine you're offering and eats them in one bite, grinning despite Fred's exasperated protesting.

Either side of you like this, you're reminded of your school days. Then Fred drapes his arms over your shoulders familiarly and kisses your neck, and that's not something he would've ever done back then.

You won't squirm away from him because he's yours, but you do stiffen up. Fred feels it, backing off quickly, hands attempting to be more soothing at your shoulders. "We can close early today," he says. 

The three of you look over the empty shop floor. 

"It is November," George says.

"We have the mail orders to prove it," Fred says.

Funny how that works. When kids — the shop's main demographic — are in school, the store gets little foot traffic while the mail orders pile up. And mail orders are your job mostly, so it's kind of a good thing. It makes you feel useful. 

"I have some stuff to do," you say. 

"I'll help." 

And that's that. George closes and Fred helps you fill the orders, and within ten minutes you're walking back up the stairs with Fred's hand at the small of your back. 

"Freddie," you say at the flat door, "can I talk to you? Alone." You whisper the last word. 

If Fred is surprised he doesn't show it. The two of you skirt around George where he lies on the sofa, about to turn the TV on. "Guys?" he asks. 

"Give us a second," Fred says. 

You hide away in his room. It's almost your room, too, your things everywhere, things he's bought for you and things you've bought yourself, clothes and health and skin care everywhere like an explosion. You've tried to relegate all your things to certain spaces but they never seem to stay there. 

Rather than let Fred get you on the bed like he wants to, thigh to thigh and reassuring, you flit to the wardrobe and start to clear away the clothes left on the top. Dirty, clean, folded and discarded. You and Fred are clean enough, but you're also super busy. Too often he'll persuade you into leaving it for another day. 

"What is it?" 

"I don't want you to be offended." 

He laughs loudly. "Do I have something in my teeth?" 

"Not sure. Let me look." 

He laughs more at your joking and it's good, you want him at ease. This isn't a cruel thing. 

"I, uh," you fold a clean jumper and add it to the pile, not wanting to look at him and knowing you should, "I just want to- I don't want you to think it's you. But I'm…" 

"Is this about me touching you?"

You wonder for the millionth time if he can read your mind. "Fred-" 

"You think I don't notice, like, everything about you? I don't mind, ghost. If you don't want me to hold your hand I'll live. I'll be in immense pain unlike anything ever experienced, but I'll be okay." 

You drop the jumper and turn to face him. He's leaning against the baseboard, arms crossed loosely over his chest. 

"It's not because of you," you say. 

"I know. Do you want to talk about it?" 

"I feel- bad." 

A conversation you've had before. Fred reads 'bad' for what it is. Disgusting, gross, pathetic. His eyebrows crease in sympathy and his arms tighten around himself. Here's where he'd give you a hug. 

"I'm sorry." 

He shakes his head vehemently. "No. It's alright. What have I said before? You could never touch me again and it wouldn't matter." 

That's definitely hyperbole. And it's not accurate, but it is reassuring. 

"Let's not go that far," you mumble. 

Fred is a patient and inarguable loverboy. For a day or two you go through the motions, nothing more than accidental touches, no hugging or kissing. It's nice in a way to have your own space, and to not worry about if you smell good, if you're someone who's worth kissing. Fred doesn't need affection to show you how loved you are anyways, he does that in multitudes. Making dinner though it's your turn, and making your favourite. Meeting you right out of the shower with a warm towel. Telling you how pretty you are from across the room, your face turned to the sun as it beams through the window. 

You try to do the same. Fred smiles like he's won the lottery each time. 

It's a good exercise in being there for one another while giving you the space you wanted. Some relationships require physical intimacy, some don't. You and Fred operate in the middle ground. 

And a few days later when you're feeling better, not best, or anything really close to that, but better, on a Sunday morning with Fred already on the sofa holding a cup of tea, you plop down next to him and bury your face into his arm. Nose squished to his bicep, you sigh in relief, glad to find you'd missed this closeness. 

He looks down at you in amusement. "Hello." 

"Hi, handsome." 

"Hi." He offers you his mug. "Tea?" 

You take the tea, and the kiss that comes with it. 

"Feeling okay today?" 

"Yeah. Thank you. For asking. For always asking." 

He squishes your faces together, temple rubbing your temple. "Sweetheart, I love you." 

"You make it sound so simple." 

"It is. Easiest thing I've ever done." 

You melt into him like butter in the sun. "I love you." 

George groans from the doorway, his own cup of tea in hand. "This can't wait until the afternoon? I have a sensitive stomach in the morning." 

[affectionatecorpse]

Alright so I replayed Shadow of the Colossus and I'm being totally normal about Dormin /s sooo I'm gonna say my opinion on the "if they are evil or not" argument.

Now before I get into my interpretation, I just wanna say, I respect everyone's opinion on the matter. That's the point of a story, to read between the lines and come to your own conclusion, to form your own thoughts on it. However you see Dormin as a character is valid. But let's keep things nice and peaceful, yeah?

Right off the bat, I don't believe Dormin is evil. Morally gray, perhaps, but they don't really do anything significantly EVIL. The most evil thing they probably do in game is order the extermination of the Colossi, which yeah, okay, fair enough, is kinda unfair. But people seem to forget that these Colossi ARE Dormin. They are all pieces of them left behind after their downfall. By killing the Colossi, you're simply returning the fragments back to where they came from; the very person who wants them back.

We don't know why Dormin was sealed away, but a common theme in human history is fearing the things that are stronger than us. From what it seems regarding Dormin's powers in life and death, Wander is not the first person to approach them for help playing with mortality. It's very likely Dormin was sealed away because of their power, or perhaps because of a bad side effect that they probably warned about beforehand.

Which brings me onto the fact Wander suffered greatly for what he did. But Dormin DID warn him. They warned him several times in fact. He chose to do it anyway, and Dormin let him make that mistake himself. After all, mistakes are important, they help us learn. But Dormin never disrespects his decision. They're sympathetic to his motivation, whereas most entities might not care about 'just another mortal'. But Dormin very clearly shows empathy towards the predicament Wander is going through, and honours that wish through and through.

In fact, they go above and beyond for Wander's efforts. The deal was to bring Mono back to life when back at full strength. But assuming the theory that the eagle is Dormin is actually true, they also keep a close eye on Wander. They watch over him. It may also be safe to assume that Dormin is the one to bring Wander back every time he collapses, as that magic is in fact theirs, which is not something they were ever obligated to do. They could've just let him find his own way back after waking up, but he's never left out in the open for too long.

Let's not forget, they also took responsibility for Wander getting hurt in the final battle. They claimed to 'borrow' his body in order to fight a fair battle, perhaps to avoid the unfair advantage they had against a group of humans. When Wander got caught up in their resealing, they could've let him die, as they go back to their life of solitude and wait for someone else to free them again. But they don't. They spend whatever power they have left to bring Wander back, something they really didn't have to do. And that's probably why he came back a baby, because they didn't have alot of time (or power) left to heal him fully.

Which is also the case with Agro. Let's be honest here, nothing could survive that fall. Not a human, and definitely not a horse. These things get all their bones broken if you so much as look at them wrong, do we seriously thing Agro just got up and walked away after that drop? Even if there was water at the bottom, that height would destroy her, or at the very least knock her out, which would again mean she drowned. Not to mention how she got back up to the top remarkably fast despite there being no clear path. So with all that in mind, it's highly likely it was actually Dormin who helped Agro. Which again, they wouldn't be obligated to do by any means.

Dormin is by no means a golden character. But I don't think they were evil. There is so, so much to take into consideration, and so many incidents that simply could not be solved without them acting selflessly. They never even blame Wander for being sealed away again, they never get mad about it at all. Any energy that could be spent on frustration, they instead use to keep Wander, Mono and Agro alive in the end.

Though don't get me wrong, I don't think there's any villain in that story. Not Wander, not Dormin, and not Lord Emon. Each person was simply doing what they felt they had to, and unfortunately, this resulted in an unresolved yet hopeful end to the story.

TL;DR: Dormin is an incredible character to read between the lines of, but any interpretation of them is valid nonetheless.

[whump-4-ever]

Reformed, Part 3

TW: Seizure, cursing

Part 2 -> https://www.tumblr.com/whump-4-ever/732499030072016896/reformed-part-2?source=share

Part 1 -> https://www.tumblr.com/whump-4-ever/732109179568930816/reformed-part-1?source=share

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Caretaker ripped Villain’s front door open the second they arrived, storming inside so quickly that the noise startled Villain.

“Damn it, Caretaker! I told you to fucking knock!” Villain growled from where they were crouched beside Hero, adrenaline pulsing through their veins from the surprise of the jump scare. Sighing heavily, Villain rose to their feet and glanced over at Caretaker. “Hero’s-“

“Shut the fuck up!” Caretaker snarled as they rushed to Hero’s side. Upon reaching the couch, Caretaker dropped to their knees and very gently took Hero’s face in their palms, all traces of aggression melting away to make room for an expression of worry. “Hero?” They repeatedly stroked their thumb back and forth over Hero’s cheekbone, acid bubbling up in their throat as fear surged through them. Hero’s skin was so warm, too warm, and they were just covered in sweat, so much so that their beautiful brown curls were plastered to their forehead. “H-Hero? It’s me. It’s Caretaker. I’m here, baby.” Caretaker received no response from Hero. They just lay there, blissfully unaware of how quick and shallow their breathing was, of how dangerously high their temperature was, how seriously ill they were. “Please, baby. Please wake up,” Caretaker begged, staring down at Hero’s closed eyelids in hope. “Open your eyes for me. Let me see those beautiful brown irises.” When there was still no answer, Caretaker leaned down and slowly moved Hero’s head until it was nestled in the crook of their neck, cradling it close. “Please….” They whispered. “I love you so much.”

A pang of sympathy materialized in Villain’s gut at the scene before them. They wouldn’t dare admit it aloud, but as they watched Caretaker, picking up on the shear amount of worry in their words, the way their voice shook as if about to break, seeing how they touched Hero as if they were made of paper mache, all of Caretaker’s anger suddenly made sense. They’d never truly been mad, not during the phone call and not now. They were scared. Terrified, even. Villain understood, more than they’d like to admit, how Caretaker felt, and they wished they could do more to help. They didn’t know much about Caretaker, but they knew they didn’t deserve this. Yeah, Villain didn’t particularly like Caretaker, but that didn’t mean they wanted Caretaker to suffer. They especially didn’t want them to suffer the same way Villain had in the past.

Villain swallowed nervously before taking a step forward and laying a hand on Caretaker’s shoulder. “They’re gonna be okay,” They said softly. Caretaker flinched at the unexpected gesture but remained silent. That caused Villain’s anxiety to spike, leading them to believe they’d done the wrong thing. They drew in a shaky breath, preparing themself for the absolute worst, but it never came.

After a few moments of nothing but dead air, Caretaker sniffled and let out a choked sob. “I can’t lose you. I can’t!” They whispered to Hero.

Not quite sure what to do next, Villain went with their instincts and got on their knees beside Caretaker, their hand still resting on Caretaker’s shoulder. “Hey, they’re gonna be okay. Hero’s tough as a motherfucker. If anyone can get through this, it’s them.”

Caretaker, with as much gentleness as they could, laid Hero back down on the couch. Then, without any warning whatsoever, they whirled around and threw themself into Villain’s arms, uncontrollable sobs hiccuping their way out of their chest in waves. “Hero’s done so much for me, for you, for everyone. They can’t just die, not like this.”

Villain was in so much shock they momentarily froze. They hadn’t the slightest clue as to how they were supposed to react in a situation like this, so all they did was very loosely wrap their arms around Caretaker, hugging them awkwardly. “They won’t. I’ll make sure of that, okay?”

“But you can’t!” Caretaker cried brokenly, their voice muffled by Villain’s clothes. “We don’t even know what’s wrong, and now they’re hardly even breathing! We’re too late! We-“

A pained, deep-throated groan from Hero cut Caretaker off mid sentence. Caretaker tore themself away from Villain and scrambled back to Hero’s side, quickly wiping their tears before cupping Hero’s cheeks like they had before. “Hero?” They asked uncertainly, their heart galloping in their chest.

Hero peeled sticky eyelids apart and gazed up at Caretaker, revealing exhausted, bloodshot eyes. Their cracked, dry lips were parted slightly, and their tongue was sticking out just the tiniest bit. “C’ret’k’r…?” They slurred.

“Hey, baby, hey. Yeah, it’s me. I’m right here, baby.” Caretaker took one hand and laid it on Hero’s forehead, unsticking their curls from their sweat-covered skin and then starting to massage their scalp with the tips of their fingers. “It’s okay.”

Hero only hummed quietly in response, their eyes slowly rolling upwards as their head started to loll to the side, going heavy in Caretaker’s palm.

“Hey. No, no, no, no,” Caretaker took Hero’s face in both hands for the third time and very gently jostled their head in an attempt to get their attention. “Stay with me, sweetheart. Stay with me.”

“…’s not….” Hero murmured. Only the whites of their eyes were showing now, and it was just seconds later when their whole body went ridged, their back going ramrod straight.

“Hero!” Caretaker cried out. They felt sick to their stomach as they took in the sight before them, panic threatening to overwhelm them because they knew. They knew what was about to happen, and they were terrified. Being the team’s assistant medic, Caretaker had quite a bit of medical knowledge, and they, very easily, recognized the signs of an oncoming tonic clonic (grand mal) seizure when they saw them. They’d just never seen it happen to Hero. “Shit!” Caretaker hissed under their breath as Hero started convulsing violently. “S-Stay with me, Hero. I-I’ve got you. Just stay with me.”

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[breadsoup00]

Bsd incorrect quotes but it’s all vines

(cutting it so u don’t have to suffer)

~~~~ Yosano, jumping out from behind a shelf: RAH

Ranpo: Ahh! I could of drop my crosssint :(

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Dazai to mori: what the FUCK is up mori? NO, what did you say?! What did you say, dude?! Step the FUCK up Mori!

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Dazai: - And they were roomates!

Atsushi: Oh my god.. they were roomates..

~~~~ Poe: Is there anything better than pussy? YES! A really good book.

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Atsushi: Do you ever like, wake up? Or like, do something and you’re just like what the he- fuck is going on?

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Mori: Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does!

Elise: *sighs*

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Dazai: We all die, you either kill yourself or get killed!

Atsushi:

Dazai: Watchu gonna do? Whatchu gonna do?

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Dazai: When there’s too much drama at the port mafia?

Dazai: All you gotta do is, walk away-ay-ayyy

Dazai: *blows up chuuyas car*

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Chuuya: I thought you were bae.. turns out you’re just fam..

Dazai: Bruh-

Chuuya: 😔🤘

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Nathaniel: I want a church girl..who go to church.. and read her bIIblEeEEE

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Ranpo: I do love working here, it’s just a lot of laughs!

Ranpo: Fuck off bitch, I’m not going to your fucking baby shower!

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Chuuya: You know that feeling when you look at a photo you took with your friends and you’re like “eh, I don’t look that great in this”

Chuuya: Yeah? What’s that like?

*cuts to a slowmo of Chuuya flipping around with music in the background*

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Yosano: Hey, I’m lesbian

Ranpo: I thought you were Japanese..

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Chuuya: Did you wash the dishes?

Dazai: I thought..you wanted to do it.

Chuuya: Haha, YOU WERE WRONG.

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Teen Dazai: HOW DO YOU KNOW WHATS GOOD FOR ME?!

Mori: THATS MY OPINION!!

Teen Dazai:

Kouyou, the family counselor:

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Ranpo: I love you bitch

Poe: Oh my God

Ranpo: I ain’t never gonna stop loving you, bitch

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Mori: So uh, basically what I was thinking was-

*Dazai leaves the mafia*

Mori: Ah fuck, I can’t believe you’ve done this.

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Nikolai: So you just don’t bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift?

Dazai: …Happy birthday?

Nikolai: *slams a wine glass on his head*

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Ranpo: WHAT ARE THOSEEEE

Fukuzawa: They are my crocs

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Teen Dazai: *shoots off a gun*

Yumeno: *falls over*

Yumeno: THIS IS WHY MORI DOESNT FUCKING LOVE YOU!

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Sigma: I’ve brought you frankensince

Fyodor: Oh..thank you

Dazai: And I’ve brought you mur..

Dazai: MUR-DER!

Fyodor: Dazai! no!

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Teen Chuuya, trying to catch a dog:

Teen Dazai: *sneezes*

Dog: *runs away*

Teen Chuuya: Nice, Dazai!

Teen Dazai: I sneezed! What, am I not allowed to sneeze?

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Ranpo: Ooh, this is my jam!

Ranpo: This is my- turn that song off, this is my jam!

Ranpo: *kisses the jar*

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[jaybird-fanfics]

Villain Roommate |Chapter Thirty Eight|

Dabi slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was you, cuddled up against him. A slow grin formed on Dabi's lips. Yes, this is what he wanted. To not be alone, to be with you. He could hardly believe it himself, that you were in his life again. It was like a very long dream, if it was, he would never want to wake up from it. He moved his hand to stroke your head gently, you stirred causing him to pause. Your eyes fluttered open, and you let out a tiny yawn. You smile as Dabi comes into focus. "Morning." Dabi kissed your forehead. "Morning sweetheart." 

"You want breakfast?" You ask as you sit up, Dabi watched as the sunlight from the window brightened your frame. So this was what heaven is like. "Toya?" He snapped out of his trance by the sound of your voice. "Uh, yeah. Breakfast sounds great." You grinned before kicking your legs over the bed and standing. You felt a little wobbly, but managed to walk into the bathroom. "I'm gonna pop in the shower real quick, then I'll get started on cooking." You tell Dabi. "Mind if I join you? Last night has left me a little sweaty." He smirked. With a red face, you nod, inviting him into the shower. 

You plated the food and sat across from Dabi, both of you dug into the dish you had made. As you were doing the dishes after finishing breakfast, a thought came to mind. One that, hadn't occurred until just now. How was Dabi here? Maybe it was your joy that overtook any amount of logic or sense. But now that you've had time to settle, the question wouldn't leave your mind. "Toya? Can I ask you something?" 

"As long as you keep calling me that, you can ask me whatever you want." Dabi smirked. You turn away from the sink to face him. "How are you here right now? I mean, how were you able to leave Japan without getting noticed? Does Shigaraki know you're here?" Dabi's smirk fell. He leaned back in the kitchen chair he was sitting on. "Thing is, sweetheart." He began.

"All of Japan thinks I'm dead." 

"What?" You say under your breath. Dabi pulled out his phone and typed something in. He turned it around so the screen was facing you. "If you don't believe me, take a look for yourself." You walk closer to him and leaned down to read what was on the screen. 

'Infamous villain 'Dabi' dead.' You continue to read. 'Just days ago, Legaue of Villains memeber 'Dabi' was found dead. Number two hero 'Hawks' reported that Dabi had fell from a third story building and had suffered significant injuries. Heroes and citizens rejoice in knowing there was one less villain roaming the streets.' 

"So, that's it? People really think you're dead?" Dabi nods before tucking his phone back in his pocket. "Ok, but that doesn't explain how you got here." 

"Hawks helped with that." Dabi tells you. "Hawks did? But, why would Hawks help you?" 

"Trust me, I didn't think he would either." Dabi began to explain. "I really was about to die. If the explosion wasn't enough, I actually did fall from three stories high. And I'm pretty sure I had some internal bleeding too. I was pretty much a dead man." 

"Hawks found me, and to my absolute disgust, I begged him for help. And, it might have been the hero in him, but he did end up helping me out. He called up one of his personal doctors and paid them a hefty amount to keep quiet. Shortly after that, he send me on a one way flight here. But..." Dabi chuckled. "He said if I ever show my face back there, he'll make sure I stay dead." 

You furrow your brow. "I've never heard of a hero actually killing villains. Only subduing them before turning them in. He'd actually do something like that?" Dabi shrugged. "I wouldn't put it above him or any hero at that." You sigh. "Well, I guess I have him to thank for you being here." You say with a smile. Dabi smiled as well. "I've been looking for a way out for a while, but none seemed to have worked. None except dying of course." 

"So, what, this is like the second time you had to fake your death? Then again, I guess we're both technically dead now, huh?" Dabi laughed at that. "I guess we are." 

That night, you and Dabi were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. It was a terrible movie, one that you both could laugh at and pick apart. Half way through the movie, the popcorn had ran out, so you got up to go fix some more. As you were away working on that, your phone dinged. Dabi glanced over at it, and read the text on the screen. 

'Hey, was just wondering if you wanted to meet up again for another date. Let me know ok?' 

Dabi narrowed his eyes. Another date? He grabbed your phone and looked closer at the contact. "Mark". Who the fuck was Mark? "Hey, Y/n." Dabi said, still not taking his eyes off your phone. "Yes?" You called back as you took the popcorn out of the microwave and poured it into a bowl. "Who's Mark?" You froze. Oh no, now you're in for it. You slowly turned around, Dabi's sharp glare could have burned a hole through your phone as he stared at it. "Toya...Let me explain." You began. "Oh please." Dabi sat the phone down, his eyes now on you. "Do so." 

"Toya, he doesn't mean anything! He's just...we're not even...I swear this is all just one big misunderstanding! You have to believe me, I-" 

"Slow down." Dabi interrupted you. "I'm not mad, not yet at least. Just take a breath, and continue." You did as he said and took a slow exhale. Then you began to explain. "Maria, my friend I told you about, she set me up with Mark. I told her about you, not everything, just that...I really missed you, and, Toya I thought you weren't coming back. I couldn't live my whole life clinging onto that hope, that you might come back. So, I thought it would have been best to move on...I'm sorry, I didn't know...I didn't know you would come back." You softly cry. 

Dabi took your phone with him as he stood up from the couch and walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around you tight. "I would have wanted you to move on." He tells you. "I would have wanted you to be happy with someone, instead of driving yourself crazy over me. It's ok." You hugged him back, crying into his chest. "He really doesn't mean anything." You wipe your eyes from tears. "I promise." Dabi chuckles. "Oh I know. But, I want to make sure he knows that." He says lowly. 

"Right, I'll tell him I'm no longer interested." You say before gasping, as you felt Dabi's lips on your neck. "Yes you will. But first..." A cry left you as he sank his teeth into your neck, your hands clench at his shirt, legs going weak at the feeling of his tongue licking over the bite mark. It was sure to stay for a while, good luck hiding it. He moved your phone up and took a picture of himself kissing at your neck, making sure your flushed face was in frame. He pulled away before typing away at your phone. 

You moved your hand over the mark, flinching slightly as you touched it. "W-What was that for?" You say breathlessly. Dabi smirked before handing you your phone back. "Just showing that asshole who you belong to." He says before going back to the couch. You looked at your phone, eyes going wide at what you saw. It was the picture of Dabi and you, and the words below the photo read-

'Fuck off.' 

You sighed heavily. No point in trying to explain yourself to Mark, and hopefully he won't make an attempt to text you anymore after that. You pocket your phone before walking to the couch and sitting next to Dabi. "You're a real jerk, you know that?" Dabi laughs. 

"I know, sweetheart. I know." 

[derschwarzeengel]

CHARMED (1998) - SEASON 1 || Sentence Starters (pt. 1)

A collection of sentence starters taken from The WB's Charmed, for roleplay purposes. Slightly NSFW (mentions of sex, violence).

01. Something Wiccan This Way Comes

❝Oh my God, I don't believe it. Tell me that's not our old spirit board?❞

❝Yeah, I found it in the basement when I was looking for the circuit tester.❞

❝That girl is so in the dark, maybe a little light will help.❞

❝You're avoiding my question.❞

❝Because you don't want to know that I went to an occult shop.❞

❝You hate me don't you? You wanna see me suffer.❞

❝Right. That's an athame. It's a ceremonial tool. Witches use them to direct energy.❞

❝Some woman got whacked.❞

❝You used to always push the pointer.❞

❝Don't you think you're overreacting? We're perfectly safe here.❞

❝Don't say that. In horror movies, the person who says that is always the next to die.❞

❝Spirit boards, books of witchcraft. It figures all this freaky stuff started when you arrived.❞

❝Well, my head spun around and I vomited split-pea soup. How should I know?❞

❝Don't tell me you put on a black conical hat and spent the night flying around the neighborhood on a broomstick?❞

❝Look, I know what happened last night was weird and unexplainable, but we're not witches and we do not have special powers.❞

❝We're the protectors of the innocent. We're known as the Charmed Ones.❞

❝I thought breaking up with you was the best thing I'd ever done. But this definitely tops that.❞

❝Are you telling me that nothing strange happened to you today? You didn't freeze time or move anything?❞

❝With how much you hold inside, you should be a lethal weapon by now.❞

❝No, I'm not okay. You turned me into a witch.❞

❝You were born one. We all were. And I think we better start to deal with it.❞

❝Actually, a witch can be either good or evil. A good witch follows the Wiccan Rede. 'An it harm none, do what ye will.' A bad witch or a warlock has but one goal: to kill good witches and retain their powers. Unfortunately, they look like regular people. They could be anyone, anywhere.❞

❝You know I'm not afraid of our powers. I mean, everyone inherits something from their family, right?❞

❝Who wants to be normal when we can be special?❞

❝The Book of Shadows said our powers would grow.❞

❝The power of three will set us free.❞

02. I've Got You Under My Skin

❝News flash. Stop worrying, you'll get wrinkles.❞

❝Are you worried we're gonna be burnt at the stake?❞

❝Well, I tend to be on the persistent side. I usually get what I want.❞

❝Well, my life, it's gotten a little complicated and I just don't think that I should get involved in anything right now.❞

❝We had sex. It doesn't mean we have to elope.❞

03. Thank You for Not Morphing

❝You know, that is a sign. Let's turn back now before it's too late.❞

❝Okay, I came, I saw, I was perky. Now I just want my head on a pillow because I have to wake up early.❞

❝Oh, what a coinkidink. Look, who's here.❞

❝We've been through this. Okay, cop, witch, is not a love connection.❞

❝Now this is really creepy. If there were a dog in the house, then it had to have an owner. No dog I know can open that front door, let alone reach the top shelf.❞

❝Hey, maybe we should get a security system.❞

❝Well, either we could rely on our vicious guard cat to protect us or we could remember to lock the doors.❞

❝I don't know what kind of people you're used to dealing with but I'd lay serious coin that they aren't willing to rip you into a thousand pieces and dance on your entrails.❞

❝Ahh, so you're lawyers. And here I was assuming you were shape shifters.❞

04. Dead Man Dating

❝I was nowhere near the neighborhood, thought I'd stop by.❞

❝Maybe the ghosts need protection from me.❞

❝Yeah, well, I decided to break that tradition and start a new one.❞

❝A weekend of rest, rubdowns and room service. What's to think about?❞

❝This is not funny. Our powers are supposed to be a secret, not a marketable job skill.❞

❝Relax. They didn't hire me because they think I'm a witch, they hired me because they think I'm a psychic.❞

❝Hair splitting. You know you can't use your powers for personal gain, not without consequences.❞

❝I've tried communicating with every psychic in the city. You were my last chance.❞

❝Oh my God. I can see you but no one else can?❞

❝I'm dead, I'm a ghost.❞

❝Please, I don't have much time. Somebody has to find my body before it's too late.❞

❝It's a Chinese myth. At least I always thought it was a myth. It's called Thowhoi, when the gates of hell open. We're almost there.❞

❝If the gatekeeper, Yama, catches my soul before my body's properly buried, he'll take my to hell forever.❞

❝Yama doesn't care about good or evil. He just wants souls. I should've listened to my mother.❞

❝I'm a good witch, remember?❞

❝I don't know. I panic, I put up both hands and bad things tend to freeze.❞

❝Talk to her? And tell her what? That you're a witch in touch with the ghost of her dead son?❞

❝You of all people should know that bribery is a crime.❞

❝The first time I saw you I thought you were a ghost.❞

❝Leave it to me to fall for a dead guy.❞

❝It's an improvement. At least he wasn't a warlock.❞

05. Dream Sorcerer

❝Are your parents terrorists? ‘Cos baby you're the bomb.❞

❝When you fell from Heaven, did it hurt? ‘Cos I know an angel when I see one.❞

❝Hmm. I'm no angel. I'm a witch.❞ 

❝They have been going at if for almost an hour.❞

❝Um, I think there's been some kind of a mistake. I didn't order this.❞

❝You have a secret admirer. He ordered it for you.❞

❝You look beautiful in that dress. I knew you would.❞

❝It's your dream, but it's my fantasy.❞

❝Hehehe. You're dreaming. I'm visiting.❞

❝In dreams I can do anything. I can dance in your dreams, I can alter your dreams, and I can kill you in your dreams.❞

❝Did you know that if you die in your dreams, you die in real life?❞

❝Every bone in her body's been crushed.❞

❝The coroner said it's as if she's fallen of a twenty story building.❞

❝[name], here's the problem. You didn't read the fine print. See. It says right here. $19.95 for the video and twenty grand for the plastic surgeon.❞

❝That woman? Of course men want her. Men are not different from women. We all want what we can't have. Which is why we need to stop thinking about what men want and start thinking about what we want in a man.❞

❝Tons of fun, lots of heats and no strings attached. That's what I want.❞

❝I know this may not sound very P.C., but I want romance. Long, slow kisses, late-night talks, candle lights. I love love. I'd take what [name] has in a flat second.❞

❝There aren't any signs of external damage consistent with any type of fall. In fact there's not a scratch on her.❞

❝Yeah, well, maybe we were wrong. Maybe the body was moved.❞

❝Come on. There must be more to our powers than warlock wasting. I'm ready to have some fun with our magic.❞

❝How is it personal gain, if we're using our powers to bring happiness to another person. And in my case lots and lots of happiness.❞

❝Look, I'm not talking about marriage here. We have our 30s to freak out about that. This... this spell is about having good time.❞

❝I admit it's tempting. The dating scene can be a little frustrating. But bringing men into our life through a spell... correct me if I'm wrong but isn't that a little bit desperate.❞

❝No. How is asking for what you want being desperate? I say it's not. I say it's empowering. Besides, the Book of Shadows says we could reverse this spell at any time.❞

❝Ooh. Did I say spell? I... I meant recipe. We are so busted, aren't we?❞

❝You're seriously twisted. This is the spell we have to say?❞

❝We're lucky. If we were men looking for women the spell requires putting a piece of honey cake in a sweaty armpit for day.❞

❝Scream all you want. No one can help you.❞

❝I'm in your conscious. I know your every thought and desire.❞

❝I'm the man of your dreams.❞

❝You're not real. You don't exist.❞

❝I'm going to love you to death.❞

❝Don't worry. We had safe sex. A lot of safe sex.❞

06. The Wedding from Hell

❝At certain times in our life, a cold shower is probably a good thing.❞

❝Sorry the dead man on your driveway is such an inconvenience.❞

 ❝Welcome to the lifestyles of the rich and shameless.❞

❝That's why we get paid medium bucks. To figure it out.❞

❝Can you imagine watching the man you love marry somebody else?❞

❝She's a demon. She comes to earth every two hundred years. She has to find an innocent, put him under her spell, and marry him in a sanctified wedding.❞

❝That doesn't sound any different than most of the single women in this city.❞

❝Okay, correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't we trying to stop this wedding?❞

[beantothemax]

Octopath on Sea but Ritsu gets more trauma and more difficulties connecting with others in the future. Oh and the slow fear of drowning in the future but shhhhh

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/

Ritsu: So. This is- This is how it ends huh? Not with me getting shot or stabbed or some other death but with me drowning after my ship sinks. One of my friends is bleeding and the other telling me that he was never really my friend and it was a whole ploy to join a stupid cult.

Oboro: …Yeah.

Ritsu, scoffing: Is your name even Kazan?

Oboro: Not at all.

Ritsu: Great. Crick is going to bleed to death while I drown and you’re just going to walk away like you didn’t betray us.

Oboro: I did what I had to.

Ritsu: And what is that exactly? I kept being dragged into this fucking cult and I don’t know what they want with me. Am I important somehow? Do I end the world in the future or some shit?

Oboro: Not that I’ve seen no.

Ritsu: Hah. Then what’s the point of all of this? What’s the point of all of your coworkers coming up to me and trying to use me to kill for them.

Oboro: I don’t have an answer to that.

Ritsu: What’s the point of you coming up to me?

Oboro: …I don’t have an answer to that.

Ritsu: Of course you don’t. Of fucking course.

Ritsu: Is there a reason why the Sacred Guard just went and tried to kill us both?

Oboro: Yes.

Ritsu: Will you tell me?

Oboro: No.

Ritsu: Right.

Ritsu: …So now what? You’re just going to kill me? I’m going to drown already so there’s no point.

Oboro: I’m actually here to give you and your friend a quicker death. Drowning is a terrible way to go and your friend is in clear pain. I am quite skilled with the knife so-

Ritsu: Pass. I don’t want you to ever be near me ever again.

Oboro: …Despite what you think I have the best interests in mind. The world is cruel and dirty. Everyone is out for themselves and only cares for their own lives. We’re all just specks in the cold, uncaring, universe and according to the universe, our purpose is to wake up, suffer, and then die. I find a life like that to be unfair.

Ritsu: So what. That’s life. It’s fucking cruel and we have to make do. We make do and then we have to move on because no one really is there to help you. Not even in your grief.

Oboro: And if life wasn’t unfair?

Ritsu: Well maybe I wouldn’t be here on a sinking boat and instead be with my sister and be with Hikari. Maybe that’s what would have happened.

Oboro: Ritsu Hikari is-

Ritsu: Oh shut up. Claude and Arcanette already tried to tell me about “bringing Hikari back”. I’m not stupid. He’s gone. He’s gone and I can’t do anything anymore.

Oboro: For what it was worth, I did enjoy our friendship.

Oboro: …Well goodbye. The endless bottomless sea is always more inviting than life. I hope that brings you comfort.

Ritsu: Gods you actually- Fuck you Kazan. I fucking hate you for making me actually believe I can open myself up again and it won’t hurt like last time. Thanks for proving me wrong and that there’s something worse than death.

Oboro: …Glad I could help.

Ritsu: I hope you drown in the bottomless abyss you love so much.

Oboro: Me too.

Ritsu: …

Ritsu: …He’s gone Crick.

Crick: Oh that’s a relief.

Crick: Are you okay?

Ritsu: The ship is sinking and you’re bleeding Crick. Neither of us are okay.

Crick: Then save yourself. You can do it. Just leave me to-

Ritsu: Crick I can’t get out even if I tried. My leg is broken and I just- You don’t deserve to die alone.

Crick: Oh. Okay.

Crick: It was a good run right? We did our best to get to them despite neither of us having extensive nautical knowledge.

Ritsu: …Yeah. Yeah it was.

KIWI??????? THIS IS REALLY GOOD???? IM GONNA CRY MAYBE?????

ritsu tearing into kazan and just being so so sick of his shit was. very satisfying to read. he’s going through so much in this au he’s earned this. and the whole part where he calls out kazan as the asshole he is for tricking him into opening up again!!!!! yeah!!!!!!!

AND!!!! HIKARI BEING GONE???? CRICK BLEEDING OUT????? BOTH OF THEM JUST?? ACCEPTING THEIR END??? KIWI IT CANT END HERE. TELL ME IT DOESNT END HERE

[ohisms]

↪     𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪 ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑳 .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted lyric starters .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will be updated frequently .  )

i’m not sticking around to watch you go down .

i hope that you don’t suffer ,  but take the pain .

the truth is , i've never seen a mouth that i would kill to kiss .

we will be everything that we'd ever need .

you only listen to your fucking friends .

you made a few mistakes .  it’s alright ,  it’s okay .

i'm trying to get better , but i can't do that when everything is about you .

i can name a couple ways this shit might go .

can you feel my heartbeat fuckin' kickin ?

you were my everything and all you did was make me fuckin sad .

it's kind of tripping me up , i've got it bad for you .

i'm on my own , i had some space to deal with it .

i’ve got it too good to cry .

i don’t know where i am or where i’ve been .

don’t treat me like some situation that needs to be handled .

finish up the bottle , then we'll go .

this room is so suffocating .

motherfucker , don't play with me .

there’s no doubt in my mind that if you could ,  then you would try .

i'm not the type to be out past dawn .

it's been a long time since i felt this good on my own .

i really wish that i could say it to your face .

i kinda like it when you talk to me the way you do .

i've got something up my sleeve , i walk my talk .

i love you , but i know i've gotta let you go .

it’s getting hard to find a silver lining .

of course it hurt , of course it fucking hurt .

i know that you're hiding something from me .

i don't need to be loved by you .

trying to ignore it is fucking boring .

i tried to pretend ,  but it just doesn’t feel right .

i just can’t take it anymore .

i'm not trying to change your mind .

living in the city isn't where it's at .

don’t waste the time i don’t have ,  don’t try to make me feel bad .

i almost did it ... glad that i didn't .

you better run , you better do what you can .

yeah , i don't really wanna be here .

pretty things should be seen and not heard .

can't you bother someone else ?

now i'm sitting here wondering , when did this all start ?

i'm terrified but i can't resist .

is there someone else or not ?

i’ve been around long enough now to know that good things never last .

i'd rather be the girl that got away than be under your thumb .

it ain't so bad if i wanna make a few mistakes .

wish i could get some fuckin' sleep without wasting all my weed .

you scared me to death ,  but i’m wasting my breath .

i feel like a kid again .

you were always taught to believe that everything you think is the truth .

nothing comes without a consequence or cost .

i don't deserve someone loyal to me .

thought you were headed somewhere new .

touch me like tonight we’re gonna die .

can we go back to the world we had ? 

you should know right now that i never stay in one place .

i'd suffers hell if you'd tell me what you'd do to me tonight .

the games you played were never fun .

you said you'd stay , but then you ran .

if i can't hold you like a lover , i won't hold you at all .

you and i have history ,  or don’t you remember ?

i’ll be the one to deliver the news .

i’m better than this ,  i know my worth .

there’s something tragic about you .

you don't know what it's like , waiting up all night .

thank you for teaching me how i could live without you .

tell me what it is you wanna know .

you’re not a monster ,  you’re just human .

maybe i need better friends . or maybe i need a wake up call .

there's so much to do , i'll never have the wherewithal to do it .

i know i’d miss you ,  if i left right now .

i don’t like anyone better than you .

they told me once nothing grows when a house isn’t a home .

what makes you sure you're all i need ?

i know you feel the way i do .

forever never really felt so right .

i overcommunicate and feel too much .

you say you’ve changed and you’re sorry ,  but i don’t wanna know .

i know i’ve got friends ,  i still get so lonely .

i've been doing greater good for a long time .

i’m no hero ,  but i can take a punch .

i thought it would all be great when i was older .

i used to be the one that was lying .

i can't stand your condescending tone when you talk to me .

we're still going cause we're not quite dead .

i wanna scream ,  but what’s the use ?

i know what’s going on in your head .

you know ,  i never wanted to hurt you .

i don't want to be a prisoner to who i used to be .

if we could stay this way forever , would it be enough ?

can't you see that i'm getting bored ?

i hope you don't think that shit's fair .

i never knew you had such a dirty mind .

sometimes i don’t have a filter .

i'm the worst mistake that god has ever made .

you know i love you , but i'm still learning to love myself .

darling , you're sick in the head .

am i someone you can't live without ?

if you don't come back , at least i've got nothing to lose .

did you think that i should listen to you ?

the meds aren't working for me anymore .

goodbye to my good side ,  it only ever got me hurt .

you know ,  you've got a real smart mouth .

i know i’m where i belong .  deep down inside ,  i’ve known all along .

i've been putting myself on the sideline .

i was worth something , and it felt better in my mouth than fresh warm food .

i know i took the path that you would never want for me .

my tongue's gotten real tired of me biting it .

you’re acting like your deadbeat dad .  you’re better than that .

i swear i changed my ways for the better .

i hate it when dudes try to chase me .

when you’re in love ,  you get so cruel .

sorry , but i guess i've gotta let you down again .

just fucking leave me alone .

i walk through this world just trying to be nice .

i can’t be your savior ,  i don’t have the power .

will heaven step in ?  will it save us from our sin ?

follow my lead ,  take my hand .

you should’ve made some plans with me ,  you knew that i was free .

there are things that we'll never say , but we know .

the only way you can know is to give it all you have .

i’m not gonna stay and watch you circle the drain .

you get me through every dark night .

i know that i've done some wrong ,  but i'm trying to make it right .

now you're over there ,  and i'm way over here , what are we gonna do ?

think about what you believe in .

if i keep my eyes closed ,  he looks just like you .

i don't wanna feel better .  no one's ever gonna love me like that again .

there are things that you say ,  and you don't say .

all my filthy life i loved someone i barely knew .

bless your soul ,  you’ve got your head in the clouds .

what did you say ?  you’re breaking up on me .

if you adore me ,   why do you ignore me ?

you’re not as brave as you were at the start .

it was a bad idea ,  calling you up .

i see it on your face ,  you've had a bad day .

people are so fake ,  this world is a cruel place .

i’d rather be hunter than the prey .

someone’s gonna hate ,  it’s never gonna change .

you used to be so kind .

never gonna be easy ,  was it ?

every day’s another shot but all i do is fuck it up .

i can take the hate and all the pain .

it doesn't matter who's wrong or right .

tell your baby that i’m your baby .

they'll kick you and they'll beat you ,  and they'll tell you it's fair .

i wanted to pretend that this time was the end .

no one around me knows who i am or what i've done .

i would've gave it all for you .

i won’t run ,  i’m not afraid .

same way that they come ,  that’s the way they go .

somehow ,  i just want you more .

i never regretted the day that i called you mine .

i don't want to get over you .

take it out on me .  i don't mind if we fight if you make me bleed .

you look better in that dress than i do .

i know i let you down ,  didn’t i ?

it’s a cruel ,  cruel world .

i know i don't want to live without you .

i’m always tired ,  i just can’t fight it .

i’m too consumed with my own life .

you didn’t think it’d be so much fun .

i won’t let you go ,  so don’t let go of me .

darling , you're so pretty it hurts .

how'd i ever get so off my rocks ?

tell me where i went wrong .

what's a king to a god ?  what's a god to a non-believer ?

they're out to get you ,  better leave while you can .

i know i'll never know just what to say .

goddamn it ,  i was worth something .

we don't need to be enemies .

should’ve kept my ass in bed .

i tried to love you ,  but you’re not my type .

there’s something here that i just can’t explain .

baby ,  is that really what you want ?

i’m not good at making friends .

i keep a close watch on this heart of mine .

i'm obsessed ,  i've never met someone like you .

can't you see that you're lost without me ?

when i'm like this , you're the one i trust .

i was born into this , won't hesitate to use my fists .

i always get my revenge .

the world thinks i'm a mess .

there's something wrong with me ,  cause all i wanna do is get high .

it's been a long time since i gave a shit .

sometimes i have these thoughts , they leave me all confused .

when i said take me home ,  that wasn't what i meant .

oh my god ,  why are you sad again ?

you have to show them that you're really not scared .

i don't have many friends .  most of them are pretend .

i had my cake ,  and i ate it too .

i’m too afraid about the things i might say .

shit wasn't real ,  it was all in my head .

it’s too late to apologize .

i know my disposition gets confusing .

you’ve gotta be so cold to make it in this world .

satisfaction is a distant memory .

no one can ever know .

there’s you in everything i do .

i wish i could say that i’m sorry ,  but i’m over that now .

you're playing with your life ,  this ain't no truth or dare .

fool me twice ,  and i know that's all i need .

i hope if everyone leaves ,  you choose to stay .

i was afraid to leave you on your own .

where along the line did we stop seeing eye to eye ?

if they laugh ,  then fuck them all .

i'm sick and tired of everyone in this place .

i miss the way you made me feel .

he'll never stay . they never do .

take a dose of something to forget .

aren’t we too young for this ?

i'm not the type to admit i'm wrong .

i shouldn't think the things i'm thinking .

i don’t wanna know where you’ve been ,  or where you go .

[bougiebutchbitch]

Okay so I saw this summary from a fic from another fandom, and just couldn't help but think of obikaka:

“Before you scream, I’m just gonna go ahead and tell you that I have the rest of your family tied up in the other room, so maybe don’t.” The man’s voice had him blinking awake. Which was concerning. There were actually a number of concerning things right now. Not least of which being the stranger in black jeans and hoodie sitting beside his bed staring at him with a knife in his hand. Then, of course, his brain caught up to what was said.

“I live alone,” he mumbled, dumbly.

The man frown and his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “You live a- then who were all those people walking around your apartment?”

So Kakashi waking up to Obito threatening him, having tyed up other Ninja trying to kidnap or hurt Kakashi. Or maybe it's just his cute little gening that broke in to sleep at his place.

oh my god khjdsdgfzdfhjsdftkjfdtkj

Okay but imagine Obito stalking Kakashi on his off days, sort-of like in canon. He gets off on seeing how fucked up his life is, but also desperately doesn’t want him to die (because he wants Kakashi to see the new world he's building, and even if a tiny part thinks Kakashi deserves this suffering, he knows deep down it isn't his fault).

One night he's Tobi-ing around Kakashi's crappy little studio in the middle of the night, as you do when you're an undercover criminal boss and you're bored of hanging out with your loco evil flatmates. Kakashi's flat-out, exhausted after a solo S-rank, sleeping it off. He's sleeping so heavily he doesn't even notice the door to his appartment swing open.

What’s this? An assassin? Someone dares think they can take Kakashi from him?

Anyway, that's how Obito, three years too early, long before he ever intended to make an appearance, winds up pinning Konoha's jinchuuriki to the floor with a knife at his throat.

Kakashi lurches awake at Naruto's scream. Then EVERYTHING dissolves into chaos, because SENSEI DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND OVER? YOU DIDN'T TELL ME???? I COULDN'T SLEEP AGAIN SO I CAME OVER LIKE YOU SAID I COULD BUT NOW THERE'S A RANDOM DUDE IN YOUR BEDROOM????

Meanwhile Kakashi is freaking the everloving FUCK out because who is this man and why is he in his house and how did he get past his wards and oh god there is a BLADE at Naruto's NECK

He's slowly drawing his own emergency under-the-pillow kunai, glare fixed on the intruder. "Don't worry, Naruto. I won't let him hurt you."

And Obito, panicking to hell and back, blurts in Tobi's voice: "Haha why would Tobi hurt him? Sorry Naruto, Tobi didn't realise it was you!" He stands up and tucks his knife away, tilting his mask like he's smiling behind it (he absolutely is not.) "Naruto's right! Tobi is Kakashi-kun's boyfriend!"

Naruto immediately is all smiles, hopping to his feet and sizing Tobi up. "Oh, awesome! Hey, nice to meet you! Kakashi-Sensei's a weird old loser, but it's good that someone likes him, y'know?"

Meanwhile Kakashi is screaming get the fuck away from this creep in his head, but Tobi's body-language has switched to entirely non-threatening, and right now, his tired brain can only process that Naruto is here and this stranger is obviously dangerous. So long as he's not actively looking to hurt Naruto, that's a good thing.

"Yeah," he says, staring the guy down. "He's my boyfriend. And sorry, Naruto, but we'd like some privacy." He needs the kid out of here and far away, now. "Can you go to Gai's house? Or Iruka's?" He knows neither of them will complain about a little blonde ball of hyperactivity showing up in the middle of the night. At least, not much.

"Sure, sure!" Naruto shoots him a cheesy wink. "Have fun with your boyfriend, Sensei."

Then he's gone, ambling out the door like he didn't almost get his throat slit. He'll tell the others and they'll tell everyone, and probably tease Kakashi about this for the rest of forever, but that's the least of his worries. As soon as the door shuts behind Naruto, the kunai is out, brandished on a clear throwing line to the mystery man's vitals.

"Who," growls Kakashi, "the fuck, are you."

To which Obito (still panicking, but unable to resist the opportunity to fuck with him) lets just a teeny hint of his own deep, menacing voice infiltrate Tobi's tone, as he clasps his hands and wiggles back and forth. "Oh, but didn't you already say to Naruto, Kakashi-kun? Tobi's your boyfriend!"

He vanishes into kamui, the kunai striking the wall where he just stood.

And... scene.

[notstilinski]

The Bear Starters !

Taken from  the 2022 Hulu series, The Bear! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! 

“You cut vegetables like a bitch.”

“(Name), I am saying something. You are my favorite bitch.”

“Don’t say sweetheart, you fucking weirdo.”

“Listen, I’m trying to talk to ya, okay? Don’t be rude and start doing a million things-“

“One plus one equals your an asshole.”

“That’s how you say hello to me?”

“You smell like this place.”

“It’s redundant and white. Just like you.”

“Hey, has (Name) always been an asshole?”

“Look at you. Fucking softie!”

“Merry Christmas, Lizards. Sounds like we have a real problem out here.”

“DeVry teach you to fix that?”

“It’s um… A lot of words.”

“Yeah, but they basically say we’re getting killed on labor.”

“Is my hair on fire?”

“I’m telling you… Beware of bitches with little notebooks.”

“FYI. You cocked it up, you’re gonna caulk it out.”

“I wasn’t expecting company, by the way. These Arby’s cups are from different visits.”

“Can’t believe I’m taking orders from a fucking toddler right now.”

“Still looks like a kid painted it with their asshole.”

“I stopped by to see you. I should have stopped by to break your legs, but, you know what, I guess I’m getting forgetful.”

“Really good short-term, (Name). Congrats on that.”

“Look, I’m, uh- I’m fine. You know, I just have trouble breathing sometimes, and I wake up screaming.”

“Whatever. I know tons of people that cry out of nowhere.”

“We can’t curb that kind-of chaos until the thinking changes.”

“Like, I just, uh, follow orders even if it leads to tensions and chaos and resentment and ultimately does not work out.”

“No, it’s just, uh, I felt like (Name) was alive for a second.”

“You two looked like you joined the dumbass cult.”

“You stick to your shit, and I’ll stick to mine.”

“Fuck brunch.”

“Why are you doing that? Why are you trying to put a t-shirt on a fucking hot dog?”

“Chill. I’m not gonna bring up shit, alright?”

“I suffer from anxiety and dread.”

“One bite of a doughnut brings much joy, two bite brings sadness.”

“If you’re into it, then I’m into it.”

“I didn’t really know him well enough to miss him.”

“Yo! What is good you fuckin’ replicants?”

“Fuck your vibe!”

“Don’t ever fuck my vibe!”

“He’s mean! He is not nice! He is a fucking asshole!”

“Yeah, I also have a lot going on. Do you know I also had a brother die recently too?”

“You’re such a soft, shitty bitch.”

“Will you fight with me tomorrow?”

“Yeah, you will. But not cause you’re you, just cause shit happens.”

“If I don’t do anything, this place will burn down. and all my anxiety will go away with it.”

“I mean, my whole shit got rocked, and there’s not a night where I don’t stay up thinking what I could’ve done different.”

“We have finally gotten this to a place where things are sort of, kind of, a little bit chill, right? I would like to hold on to that as long as I possibly can.”

“I don’t know. I’ll ask him when he’s not dead.”

“Okay. Good. So, you’re a psychopath. Cool.”

“You know you don’t realize, this is a delicate ecosystem… and it’s held together by a shared history, and love, and respect.”

“Keep not processing trauma, (Name).”

“Is there a name for that thing where you’re afraid of something good happening ‘cause you think something bar’s gonna happen?”

“They say I’m contagious, I only cause bad news.”

“I think the thing that pisses me off is the thing that I’m probably too embarrassed to admit. Is that you never ask me how I’m doing.”

“I guess all the time I feel like I’m kind of trapped because I can’t describe… how I’m feeling. So to ask somebody else how they’re feeling, that just seems, uh, I don’t know, insane?”

“The point of this is that it is a business. Not, uh, some sort of a hollow shell you can project your dying fantasies or whatever onto.”

“No, this is a war on you shutting the fuck up, (Name).”

“Somebody get me a fucking sharpie that fucking works! Fuck!”

“And that’s why you hate that I’m here, right? Because I see you for the loser that you fucking are. And everyone fucking knows it.”

“I’m fucking sorry. I’m- I’m sorry. I’m really— I’m just fucking this up, guys.”

“I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up. I had a stutter when I was a kid. I was scared to speak half the time. And, uh, I got shitty grades ‘cause I couldn’t pay attention. I didn’t get into college. I didn’t have any girlfriends. I don’t think I’m funny.”

“I always thought that my brother was my best friend. Like we just knew everything about each other.”

“I didn’t know my brother was using drugs. What does that say?”

“The more he wouldn’t respond, the more our relationship kind of strained, the deeper into this I went, and the better I got.”

“And the more people I cut out, the quieter my life got.”

“I, uh, I feel kinda bad ‘cause I feel like I haven’t really like asked you how you’re doing. Um, with everything, since, you know.”

“I left you into my home, and this is how you treat me? You reward me with memories for cooking for you?”

“That’s exactly what they did. They destroyed it like a bitch.”

“(Name), I stand before you, a penitent man.”

“No, but seriously though, if you ever try that shit with me, I’ll fuck your ass up.”

“I don’t know. And I didn’t really want to give it to you because it meant that he was gone.”

“Oh, shut up, you old bitch.”

[fruggo]

I’m not gonna lie this would be the first time I requested something so if I do something wrong I’m really sorry,

Can I request Quentin, Leon, Steve, and Frank meeting a female reader who, before the entity took her, had already faced off her own killer?

And this made her kinda tough? Like she knows what she’s doing

oh my gosh thank you so much!! this is my first ever request to fulfill so we’re in this together :DD seriously i really appreciate you!

i decided to do a headcanon kind of format for this, i hope that’s okay! also these are my absolute favorite boys aaahhh this is so fun for a first request

the boys x tough f!reader (part 1) (part 2)

warnings: swearing, reader kicks frank in the shins

word count: ~700-1k each (sorry if it’s too long…i kind of got really excited and uhhh maybe i got carried away,, yeah. sorry)

(also i'll be honest quentin's is not my best. that was the one that got eaten by the tumblr abyss and i had to write all over again, and it just didn't come out the same way that i wanted it to at first :( i did the other boys hoping i'd get some inspiration to fix it afterwards, but i got kind of stuck. so it's not my favorite, but i hope you like it okay! i want to write better stuff for quentin in the future, he is my favorite sleepy boy <3)

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

when you arrived in the realm, everyone thought you would be the same as the others—frightened, confused, and overwhelmed. but you took this nightmarish challenge in stride, adapting to your surroundings quickly and learning far faster than anybody else had.

your past experiences had made you independent and sometimes distrustful, so once you had the gist of things, you didn’t need (or want) anybody to tell you what to do. and nobody was inclined to, either—your instincts naturally told you what to do and when.

the first time you met quentin was a little awkward, i wont lie. you were wary of speaking to the other survivors; you weren’t going to let yourself get hurt again.

it was the beginning of a trial. the nurse’s fatigued shrills could be heard all the way from the edge of the wrecker’s yard, but you immediately started work on a generator, unafraid. a few minutes passed, when soft footsteps indicated someone’s approach. it was quentin—he started to work on the wires without hesitation.

you were a little surprised, only because the other survivors usually left you to your own devices. you got the impression that maybe they were intimidated by you, which you didn’t particularly mind. but you wouldn’t particularly mind some company now and then, either.

it was comfortably silent for a while, before quentin spoke up.

“what’s your name?” he asked, gaze still focused on the wires.

hesitating a little, you told him. then you said, “and you’re quentin, right?” you already knew most everybody’s name just from observation.

“that i am,” he replied.

then it was quiet for a while.

very quiet.

well, what were you supposed to say now?

the silence was deafening and very, very uncomfortable to you. normally you were okay with a quiet atmosphere, but it was the kind of silence that buzzed in your ears, chewed at your stomach, filled the area as if it were something solid. man, what were you supposed to say—

it was then that you realized poor quentin had fallen asleep, his face smooshed onto the generator. his cheek was now covered in grease and grime.

it made you smile—only a little. you finished repairing the generator on your own, causing quentin to wake with a start and bang his head on the pole protruding from the machine. he swore like a sailor until he realized where he was, smiling sheepishly.

“sorry, i wanted you to have your nap. you looked really tired,” you said. you also couldn’t stop admiring the dark grease on his face—it was really quite funny. and no, you weren’t going to say anything about it. it could stay there a little longer.

you spent the rest of the trial running the nurse around the whole wrecker’s yard, only suffering one injury until the end. quentin had no idea how you had been here for such little time and already knew how to outplay the nurse, one of the most difficult killers to survive against. he still didn’t know how to do it well himself, so he was thankful for you.

however, once the exit gates were opened, you found yourself in a bad spot. the nurse had caught you in an empty clearing with nowhere to hide or predict her moves, and she downed you instantly. quentin cringed hearing your agonized scream as you were hooked.

there was no way you were dying on his watch. once he was sure the nurse was gone, he gently lifted you from the hook, pulling out his medical kit to begin patching up your shoulder.

despite the pain, you had enough energy to smile at him and say, “thanks, nap boy.”

quentin feigned offense with a wry grin, pulling out some gauze. “is that all i’m going to be to you? nap boy?”

you hummed, pretending to be deep in thought. “maybe you won’t be if you get me out of here.”

“that won’t be a problem," he smiled, quirking an eyebrow.

“show me the gates and then we’ll talk, nap boy.”

from then on, quentin became your go-to source for supplies and general comfort. you weren't scared of this place, but it was nice to know you had somebody who would really be there for you.

he would often fall asleep on your shoulder at the campfire--he really was a nap boy, and you would never let him live that down.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

leon could not tear his eyes away from you the first time you arrived in the realm. your presence was strong; he could tell you weren’t one to back away from a fight.

most of the survivors had been (rightly) confused and disoriented when they popped into the realm, but you tried to accept it quickly. you didn’t like it, in fact all you wanted was just to go home, but you came to terms with it and jumped into trials headfirst like an insane person.

that was the courageous part about you—maybe you were scared, but you did scary shit anyways. in fact, you did scary shit to spite the fear, to prove to yourself that you were strong enough to overcome it.

and leon couldn’t lie, that was cool as hell.

you had tunnel vision and didn’t pay much notice to the other survivors; you were too focused on learning about this place and getting out of trials. having gone through some real shit, being here hardly came as a surprise to you. if you were going to be here forever, what was the point in mourning? might as well just accept it and try your hardest to survive. maybe someday this sick game would end, but for now, you were prepared to fight for your life and that’s all you could really focus on.

your first trial was not the best. even though you were resourceful, you didn’t know what the objective was yet, so you weren’t sure where to start other than analyzing your surroundings. luckily for you, leon kennedy was one of your teammates.

after being downed immediately by bubba’s chainsaw and tossed onto a hook, you were amazingly resilient to the pain. leon was the one to lift you from the hook, and he took out his medkit to help patch your wound, but you flinched away from him before he could touch you.

he was puzzled. “what’s wrong?” he asked. he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he wanted to help you.

you hesitated and looked him over before mumbling, “i’m fine.” and you tried to stand on your own, beginning to limp away. you didn’t want or need anyone’s help.

leon sighed, following after you. “let me help, that must hurt a lot.”

“i told you, cop, i’m fine. i don’t want your help, okay?”

leon opened his mouth to insist, but decided against it. if you didn’t want his help, then he shouldn’t butt in. that wouldn’t keep him from watching over you, though.

but then leon called after you (perhaps a little smugly), “do you even know what you’re supposed to do?”

begrudgingly, you stopped walking. no, you didn’t know what to do. “i’ll figure it out,” you said over your shoulder. and you would; you had been through enough to survive any situation thrown at you.

but maybe one pointer couldn’t hurt.

“do a generator,” he told you, giving you a cheeky grin when you turned around to look at him. he was lucky he was cute.

the first part of the trial had been rough, but after that first hook you were doing a lot better. you managed to find your own medkit from a chest, and you learned how to fix a few generators. you found it came pretty naturally, and were satisfied that you hadn’t needed anyone’s help (except leon’s. but you didn’t have to admit that yet). when the killer came near, you skillfully avoided him and stayed hidden as much as you could.

you were also pretending that you didn't notice leon hovering near you. he was not very good at being subtle; he was obviously trying to make sure you didn't get hurt. it was cute. you didn't want to ruin his fun, so you didn't say anything about it.

it wasn’t long before the gates were powered and in the process of being opened. you saw a red glowing light in the distance, and assumed that must be your destination. you put all of your remaining energy into sprinting to the exit, adrenaline pumping through your body.

but then there was a heartbeat. a heartbeat so loud it filled your head, splitting your concentration. it wasn’t your own heartbeat--it was the killer’s.

the sound of the cannibal’s chainsaw roared in your ears and pain tore through your body; you collapsed to the ground with a cry of agony. shit, that really hurt, and you weren't sure you could ever get used to it. eternity sure seemed a lot longer than you had first anticipated. would you really be here forever? doing this over and over?

biting your lip until it bled, you tried to crawl towards the gate, dragging the lower half of your body with much difficulty. it was no use, though--you hardly got anywhere, and you could already feel the killer picking you up. just like that, you were going to die? you had been so close..

but as you were being placed on bubba’s shoulder, you saw a flash of a police uniform and a blinding light, and before you knew it, you had been dropped to the ground, the exit gate looking awfully lovely and much more desirable than a meat hook. you gathered all of your strength and began limping forward, when suddenly you felt an arm firmly wrap around your waist and your own was placed around someone else’s shoulder.

leon. when you looked up at him, all he did was give you a calm smile, which you felt inclined to return. with him supporting you, the two of you made it safely to the exit and began the long traipse back to the campfire, where you would find yourself spending a lot of time together.

from then on, you always remained quite unfazed by the events of the entity’s realm—the only thing that ever made you feel weak was being around leon. he was just so cute :]

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

you had never met someone so persistent in your life. from the moment the entity stole you here, steve harrington was after you, and there was next to nothing you could do about it. he sure was living up to his self-proclaimed role of babysitter.

you told him you were fine, that you didn’t need him following you around, but the asshole did it anyways.

“how cool do you think you are?” you asked him at some point, to which he simply shrugged with that stupid grin on his lips.

“i can take care of myself.” “i really don’t need you to baby me, steve.” “steve, if you don’t leave me alone i’m going to break your kneecaps.” these were all things that had come from your mouth multiple times recently. you were seriously thinking about that last one now.

you knew you could make it on your own, and you only wished he would give you a chance to prove that to him so he would leave you alone. but it was like he had attached himself to your hip, and for some reason the entity seemed to really enjoy putting you in trials with him. great.

he was a dumbass and a sweetheart, and you weren’t sure which one of those took higher priority. you knew he only meant well, but god, you wanted to be independent for once. why did he think he had to protect you so much? you arrived here after running for your fucking life, fighting off your long-time pursuer, and living in awful, ever-changing conditions. you had seen your closest friends die, right before your eyes. you didn’t need to be sheltered or coddled, but you couldn’t seem to make steve understand that, no matter how much you fought with him.

steve would literally throw himself in front of the killer for you. he clicked his flashlight in the killer’s face if they were after you, and he would swear and cuss until they chased him out of pure annoyance. it got him killed countless times, and you didn’t know whether to call him stupid or selfless. probably both.

eventually you decided to just copy him and see how it worked out. you weren’t scared, you had no reason to be. you wanted to show him you could be just as flashy as him.

as you arrived into a trial, steve right across from you (of course), you smiled to yourself. you had brought your best flashlight, and you were prepared to use it. the two of you began to work on a generator together, making light conversation as usual.

“if the killer comes here, hide. i’ll take him away.” “fuck you, steve harrington.” “sure, if you really want to.” “why don’t you ever leave me alone?” “it’s a mystery, isn’t it?” “i could punch you right now.” “but you won’t. i’m too good to look at.”

you know, the usual friendly stuff.

you purposefully connected the wrong wires, making the generator spark and sputter. “oops. oh no, the killer must be on their way,” you dead-panned. steve gave you an unamused look.

and indeed, only a few moments later, you heard the sound of the hillbilly and his chainsaw roaring in your direction. the two of you split up, and the killer’s weapon collided with the generator, making an awful screeching sound.

and that was when the chaos started.

steve began hollering and flicking his flashlight into the sky as usual, and after a moment’s hesitation, you did the same. steve looked at you in astonishment, pausing, but then he started again, even louder. you tried to outdo him.

“HEY BILLY! FUCK YOU!” you screamed, ignoring steve’s attempts to get you to stop. “COME AFTER ME, SHITHEAD!”

steve started actually yelling, just yelling, while you continued to swear meaninglessly. the poor hillbilly looked confused and overwhelmed, and eventually he couldn’t take the noise anymore--he just left, opting to find the other survivors while the two of you sorted out whatever it is you obviously had against each other.

it was dead silent now that the killer was gone, and you and steve were both out of breath. but as soon as you made eye contact, laughter bubbled up from your chest, causing you to collapse against the tree and slide to the ground. your voice was hoarse from all the screaming.

and then he was laughing too, stumbling over to plop down next to you, and your giggling started up a whole new round.

after the laughter died down, you stared at your hands, ignoring steve’s gaze on the side of your face until you couldn’t anymore.

“what?” you asked, finally looking at him. he was smiling all stupid again. “what?” you insisted, fighting off a grin of your own. you hated when he looked at you like that, because it made you want to smile back at him.

“nothing,” he said coyly, laughing again. you punched his shoulder playfully.

“c’mon harrington, when have you ever held your tongue before? spit it out.”

he nodded, that was true. so he said it. “i just like you, that’s all.”

oh. oh.

realization dawned upon your face. “is that why you always--”

“yes,” he interrupted you. “i thought it was obvious. man, you’re clueless sometimes.”

oh.

huh.

you guessed…maybe…steve harrington wasn’t that annoying. maybe.

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

to say you were feisty was an understatement. frank hated your guts at first because you were so good at evading him, which he would never admit. but the thing that made him really mad was that if he ever downed you, you would kick at him and try to trip him over, like actually bruise his shins. it hurt like hell.

this lead to his decision to constantly tunnel you, and he would laugh at you while you were on the hook, too. so you hated his guts just as much as he did yours. it was a mutual guts-hating situation.

your teammates always felt bad for you, but they also thought you were a badass and knew you could handle yourself. you hadn’t told anybody where you’d come from or what had happened to you, but they knew it was something interesting. there was a reason that nothing that happened here really got to you.

sometimes things escalated even further than shin-kicking. there was one time where frank had managed to grab the back of your shirt as you tried to vault a window, and as he pulled you closer to himself, you elbowed him in the neck and squirmed out of his grasp. while he stood stunned and lost for breath, you kicked the back of his locked knee so that he fell to the ground and bonked his forehead on the wall—the classic dead leg.

this was very funny to you.

not to him.

while you ran away, laughing to yourself, frank’s anger built and built. he was tired of letting you make a fool of him, and it was time to be serious about things.

he ignored you for the rest of the trial, forming a plan in his mind. there was something he needed to do after this, so he made sure to kill everybody else to please the entity—he couldn’t get caught up, it would derail his anger train. he also didn’t feel like getting kicked in the balls or some shit, so he let you out without a problem.

frank did some brooding at the ormond lodge before he was ready to go through with his plan. and his shins really, really hurt, so susie helped him ice them before he left.

the masked killer made his way to the survivor camp rather hastily. when he arrived, he saw you pacing around, deep in thought.

so he threw a rock at you.

it was just a pebble, really. maybe it could be considered a rather large pebble, but frank insisted in his mind that it was a pebble.

“ow, what the fuck!” you cursed, rubbing your sore shoulder and looking around to find the culprit. and then your eyes laid on him.

he looked so sultry standing there at the edge of the woods, arms crossed and mask smiling, you could almost laugh at him. he acted so serious, when really, he was just an angry and misbehaving twink.

you put on your best serious face, genuinely trying not to be amused by this, and strode over to the killer.

“what do you want?” you asked confidently, mirroring his body language and crossing your arms.

frank bristled at your approach, as if trying to make himself look bigger. he wished you were scared of him like everyone else, it would really make him feel better.

“i want a truce,” he said.

you almost burst into laughter at that. a truce? what the fuck for?

he said was willing to stop tunneling and camping you if you stopped beating the shit out of him with your sticky little hands. he didn’t say it like that, but you knew that was what he meant. you, a survivor, could beat up frank, a killer, and it upset him and his little ego :(

just to humor him, you agreed. and frank nodded.

“but,” you continued, raising your eyebrows, “you have to give me something else.”

he started to say “no, no way—“ but you interrupted him: “you’re asking me to stop fighting for myself and just give in when you catch me. i think i deserve something other than just not being tunnelled.”

frank glared at you under his mask, thankful that you couldn’t see. “okay. whatever. what do you want?”

“i want to see your face.” you thought this was a good choice, something you could lord over him forever. it was surely only a win for you. his face was something private, and you would be the only survivor to know.

of course you wanted to see his face, frank thought. everyone did; they wanted to find out if he was good-looking. which, according to him, he was. if you ever asked the other members of the legion, susie was the only one to actually respond. she felt obligated to compliment him as she was basically his sister. so she would say frank is handsome in a ruggedy, jess mariano kind of way. you wondered how she knew what gilmore girls was, since that came after her time, but susie would never give away her secret.

so with a sigh, frank agreed to let you see his face. he didn’t really care, all he wanted was to stop having bruises on his shins. it was kind of miserable, and the entity never did anything to help him.

when he said that you couldn’t do it here, and you asked why the fuck not, he said it was because some other survivor might see. you decided he had a fair point, so reluctantly you let him drag you all the way to ormond.

when he took off his mask, your first thought, whether you wanted it to be or not, was “wow! he really does look like jess mariano! but with tattoos! hot!”

you were lost for words. you didn’t really know what you were expecting, but you sure weren’t expecting him to be that attractive.

he could tell your thoughts from the look on your face.

this had been per your request, and you were planning on this being something you could hold over his head, but the situation had turned into something that he could hold over your head.

oh dear. frank morrison now held pretty boy privilege over you.

and soon you would find out that he was going to keep tunnelling you anyways.

listen i've been watching a lot of gilmore girls and i just get jess vibes from frank, except our boy is more of a twinky idk shdjfhsf i love this guy sm

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

Hello I hope your doing well! I have a headcanon idea how would the brothers and previously undatebles react to a masseuse/masseur (people who give out professional massages)

Let's try this shall we~

Edit: I was informed by someone who is actually familiar with this field that the term Masseuse and Masseur can be seen as insulting in the profession, thank you for informing me again!

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The Boys and a Massage Professional/Therapist MC

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Warning: uncensored swearing, a lot of it asfkfkajshfkslajd

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Lucifer

Tense shoulders that could cut steel, harder than a fucking nokia phone from centuries to eons of stress, if I was a professional at massages I think I would be itching to grab onto those muscles of his like dough.

He will probably feel chills down his spine whenever you are around.

Won't take much convincing if the time is right to ask him to please let you release the pressure on him because dear fucking lord I wouldn't be able to just stand and watch either.

Good fucking luck in the process, when I say this man is stiff this man is STIFF.

He will be feeling so much better by the end of it there's a chance he will be slightly dazed.

Also it improved his mood which led to less harsh punishments, which now has led to more demands from others than from Lucifer himself for you to massage him.

I think you should start asking for payment at this point-

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Mammon

And talking about payment, you will definetelly need to ask it from this one because after the first time you gave it to him for free out of your own good will he started to come back for it all. the. time.

Okay, he's cute and the sounds he makes are so 👌. But damn boy this is not exactly so easy so please give something back??????

Well, you just need to say the word and he will always have something in ready to give you. A date at a place you have been wanting to go for a good while now or something you have had you eyes on for a good time.

It's a very win win kind of deal.

Though at some point when you massaged his legs he felt so light he ran faster than he could control and almost ran into a wall, actually no, he did ran into a wall there's a crack in there ouch-

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Leviathan

In which the cause of the second oldest running was probably to scape the demands for his money back from the third oldest, though Levi was definetelly too stunned by the lighting speed to react right away.

He now makes sonic jokes when refering to Mammon.

But going back to massages, this fucking snake has such a bad posture I would be in back pain just from watching him sit.

And don't expect it to be easy to fix that because everytime you touch him he just tenses up further.

I swear it would be easier to just knock him out and acupuncture him.

You will succeed at some point if you don't give up, and BOY he also makes some 👌😩 sounds.

They're a lot more dorkish and high pitched and he will definetelly not be functional by the end of it.

He will start trying to fix his posture from now on to not make your work go to waste.

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Satan

A curious cat that would just straight up ask for a session (not for free of course he already has something to give you back in ready) after witnessing the shenanigans above.

Not so stiff as Lucifer but still fucking hard, which is to be expected since he has so much rage bottled up.

Chances are he's turning into his demon form unconsciously.

It's a bit of an intimidating session not gonna lie, he is basically using it to relieve himself from part of his wrath so with every groan it feels like he's going to jump at you and rip you to shreds.

He won't of course, instead he will smile brightly by the end of the session and give you your reward for such a good job.

It's honestly worth it though you will probably be needing a massage yourself after-

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Asmodeus

And that's where pretty boy comes in! He doesn't have a professional tittle on him but he has centuries of experience so that's close right?

He will have all things ready, just say the word and he will give you the best payment for all your hard work ever: a chance to relax yourself.

And man he's good.

It's also not very tiring to massage him either, his smooth skin is addicting to touch, the atmosphere he will help set up will be perfect, and he also spills a lot of tea in between so that's a plus for entertainment.

Seriously whenever it becomes too much to be with the rest of the brothers just hit Asmo up and he's gotchu.

Private spa day comming right up.

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Beelzebub

He won't ask because it will completelly scape his mind.

He plays a lot of sports and does a lot of exercising so of course he has a lot of sore muscles.

And you can't tell me you wouldn't want to massage his belly, he's a glutton, it's literally asking for you to massage there.

Baby boy is always so gratefull, thanks to your aftercare on his legs, arms and torso, he has never felt lighter!

Which has led him to accidentally break some of the gym weights, win a sports game almost all on his own and make another restaurant suffer because he felt he could eat more than usual.

Although I would like to say you should proceed with the massages with caution, his smile is too precious to ever say no to.

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Belphegor

Easiest target ever, will probably sleep for 24 hours in one go right after.

And he won't wake up for shit.

Though once he wakes up after those 24 hours he will basically be wide awake for the next 24 hours, so honestly? This has turned out to be very useful in important ocasions.

Will often give out some whines in the middle of a session, possibly half asleep for the entire time.

I feel like he would feel quite ticklish in some places even though you wouldn't be purposelly trying to tickle him, probably.

And I know many of you love his laugh, so yeah that's a plus.

He will definetelly offer to massage you back, and yes he will be good at it, and no it's not because of experience, yes it's because he's too much of a genious and has basically learned through osmosis just from getting massages from you.

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Solomon

Let me tell ya, he's stiffer than you think.

Bad posture, centuries of responsabilities, strain from excessive use of magic and pacts and the weight of existence when you are both immortal and unable to die.

He could easily rival Lucifer and he won't even realize it.

Will definetelly agree to get a massage and will definetelly say "well I do feel a bit under the weather" and his muscles will definetelly feel a little bit more than just under the weather.

It's easier to chew on hard bread than massage Solomon.

He also offers to pay you back.

Do not agree to get a massage from him, I repeat, DO NOT.

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Simeon

If you didn't feel like touching that exposed waist of his then you're lying.

If you don't offer first, he will ask you for it at some point.

And man to have a literal angel right under you, letting out a few exhales of satisfaction and bliss with every move of your skilled hands and arms, sometimes a chuckle followed by a comment that could start a small conversation.

Smooth skin, perfectly shaped body, I don't think I would be able to get my hands off him either.

Massage his hands, from his palms to his fingertips, massage his shoulders, from his blades to his neck, thumbs pressing close to his spine.

He will gladly let you indulge yourself for as long as you wish.

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Diavolo

Another one who's stiffer than you think.

You could literally jump on his back and it would feel like pavement.

Oh and he's now definetelly addicted to massage.

Of course he will also be paying you back with whatever you wish (don't make a joke and say something like 100,000,000 grimm, he will take it seriously-).

Depending on the day he may actually fall asleep, which is very cute.

On another note tho, have you ever thought about sleeping on his back? Because I have-

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Barbatos

Good luck getting him to take off his clothes, even more good luck to catch him not being busy.

This man will gladly give out massages of his own (which could probably knock out a dragon because damn boy those hands are skilled) but will probably not be as easy to convince to get a massage.

It will take an extremelly tiring day to make him agree and it will be so worth it.

Why you ask? Because the look in his face will alway be so soft by the end of it. Pure gratefullness.

Since then he will start to actually seek you out from time to time, the little smile on his face almost looking excited.