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[star-centric]

Could you pretty please do some “how they would try to court you” (not in a ABO way, but in a Devildom dating culture way), headcanons / scenarios with Mammon, Beel, and Diavolo?

PAIRINGS: Mammon, Diavolo & Beel x reader (all separate)

NOTE: Let me say this- I love love LOVE requests like these!!! Any time I can write about stuff like this it makes me kick my feet and giggle. Also sorry this is so late- life is a hectic atm 🫠

CW: gender neutral reader, mentions of possessiveness, minor suggestive themes (mainly in Diavolo’s part)

How They Would Try to Court You (feat. Mammon, Beelzebub and Diavolo) (Headcanons)

MAMMON

Mammon’s a lot like his crow familiars- especially when it comes to courting. Combine that with his sin of greed and you’re in for a time!

He’s greedy, so it only makes sense that he wants all of the time. Whether it’s just laying around in your room or even just walking to class, he’s right by your side. People are starting to get used to see him literally everywhere you go. He might as well be perched on your shoulder like your own personal crow

You start to find little trinkets left for you- courtesy of Mammon. Those pairs of earrings you were eyeing at the boutique? You found them on your pillow when you got back from class. The cute pin you says reminds you of him? It's already in your locker. The items are usually something small, but still meaningful to you

Nests!! When you see a cozy bundle of blankets and pillows in both of your rooms, and how Mammon is very adamant (ie. very nervous of your approval) that you have to lay it, you feel like he have no choice but to get in it. It's so comfortable that when he sees you instantly relax he can't help but let his chest puff out in pride (and he may have let out a coo or two when he saw how peacefully you were sleeping)

Speaking of cooing- he’s humming around you too now. It's cute actually, and it makes him blush whenever you comment on it (he even does it without realizing it sometimes, which makes it even more adorable). You start to catch it when you praise him for something, but he starts doing it even more outside of it. He tries to play dumb about it, but he's really happy (and relieved) that you love how his voice sounds (it's what he was hoping for)

He starts to flash show his demon form to you more. It stemmed from your praise at his photo shoot, and ever since then he's been stretching his wings around you. Graze your fingers across them and Mammon would be putty in your hands

Mammon has always been selfish, especially when it comes to you. It’s obvious what he’s trying to do, but you’re still a bit surprised when he gets serious about it. The nights where he asks you not to leave, where he tightens his grip around you and buries his face into your neck, he means it

He wants to prove to you that he’s the only one you need, that you don’t need any other demon but him

BEELZEBUB

Beel’s courting style is simple, yet effective!

Despite it being a while since Beel felt this much of a pull towards someone like this, he really does try his best

He makes sure you’re well fed and never hungry- he knows how he can get on an empty stomach, plus he has to make sure you’re taken care of! It starts to become a very common sight to see Beel feeding some of his food to you, which leaves the others shocked, but he’s unfazed by it. They’ll even catch you bringing you food to share and not the other way around they’re used to

Beel is also like Mammon in a way- always by your side. Whether he’s just stuffing his face or observing something else, he’s right behind you like a second shadow. You didn’t realize how intimidating it was until you started to wonder why so many people started to steer clear of you- literally

(It wasn’t on purpose but Beel wasn’t complaining)

He also starts to work out around you more. You’ve always been amazed at his muscles, awed at how he lifts hundreds of pounds with ease. He’s never been one too full of pride, but the sensation bubbling inside of his chest made him want to show you more. His regular workouts, his fangol games, practice- he wanted you there for it all

Beel can’t explain it, but putting his strength on display for you feeds into a growing urge that’s hard to suppress. He wants to show you how strong he is, how easily he can protect you if something were to arise. The fanged grin on his face when he sees you cheering for him leaves him motivated to do even more

Sometimes he’ll slip into his demon form because of how excited he gets seeing you (which in turn makes his opponents/teammates nervous)

Soft bites- it happened by mistake the first time. Beel accidentally bit your finger while you were trying to feed him. He didn’t break any skin or hurt you, but when you bit him (playfully) in return something…changed inside of him after that. He wanted to do it more- leave your skin littered with marks done by him. And he wants to feel your own blunt teeth bite into him (even if you don’t leave a mark). It’s become a cute memory and another inside joke between you both

(Even if it makes him want to go feral everytime he sees your bite marks)

Beel also scents you! He has the strongest sense of smell in the house (and probably one of the strongest in the entire Devildom), so being able to leave his scent on you isn’t a problem. Lending you his clothes (which the sight of you with them does something to him too), wrapping you in his own blankets while burying his face into your neck- you don’t know why he’s been so cuddly lately but you’re not complaining (and neither is he)

Beel isn’t much of the possessive type, but he’s not willing to share you with any other demon outside of his family. Even then, his primal urge is somewhat satiated knowing that he’s left his mark(s) on you for others to see- and plans on leaving more to show that you’re his

DIAVOLO

The Future King of the Devildom has been lonely for some time now- so forgive him if he goes a bit…overboard in his methods

Remember how he was when you ate the pudding humans weren't allowed to eat? Imagine that type of behavior but with no restrictions

Expect to be adorned in the finest jewelry/outfits you could get in all of the Devildom. It gets to a point where you’re wearing literal millions- all he does is laugh at your shocked expression and waves off your worries. It’s not like he can’t afford it- plus he wants to see you in it all! (and show you how easy he can provide for you)

He’s a lot more bolder than he usually is during this time too (not that he wasn’t bold to begin with). He’s…just not holding back anymore

He’s more open with his touch, his hands finding his way to you a lot more common now. Whether it's out in public or behind closed doors, Diavolo can't seem to keep his hands to himself. The looks you get from people when you're out together make you a little embarrassed, but he holds his head up high anyway (which you're not surprised- he is the ruler still, not like they can say much anyway)

But Diavolo doesn't mind the looks- he wants them actually. He wants people to see you with him, to know that you're with him and that nothing is going to change that. That you're his and his alone. A part of him is tempted to keep you locked inside for his eyes only, but he knows that it wouldn't be right to do that to you

But he does invite you over to the castle more, which somewhat helps his urges. You’re waited on hand and foot by Diavolo, who doesn’t mind at all- he sent Barbatos away on “important tasks” (ie. give him alone time with you). It’s adorable how earnest he is in taking care of you, even if it’s something minimal as holding the door for you or feeding you himself

He’s in his demon form too, and thrives off of your attention- to see how you admire him makes his chest swell with pride. You’re in awe at his form (which makes sense since it’s a rare sight to see), and he loves it. He craves it. He encourages you to touch his wings and have your fingers graze his horns- just be careful not to tug on them too hard, unless you want to really get him riled up more than he is now

Diavolo is also like Beel in wanting to see his marks and scent left on your skin. He shows restraint, and it’s only ever done in spots he can see (mostly). There may be a dark splotch or two on your neck from when he got carried away (or when he wanted to show others that you already belong to someone)

Diavolo really hasn’t felt like this over anyone in years- Hell, probably in his entire life. He really has become enamored with you during your time in the Devildom that he can’t imagine loving someone else. You truly have made his life brighter with your presence

He understands that you can’t stay here forever, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t become mates regardless, right? Or rather, who’s going to stop him?

[metanavi]

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[stronger-monsters]

i just discovered you're a year younger than me and now i'm suddenly determined to take my tablet, sit down and properly learn how to draw on that thing. so uh, thank you so much for being so amazing on what you do, i mean it's not like you've suddenly become one of my biggest inspirations on drawing or anything like it, especially being this close in age. i feel like i can learn how to use my tablet now. keep doing what you do, you're talented af ;U;

this is literally so flattering and sweet, i’m unbelievably happy to hear i actually inspired somebody so much!! i highly recommend not looking up to me at all bc i have absolutely no idea what i’m doing when i’m drawing, but i’m GLAD YOU DO ANYWAY HFBVKJBFKDVDF

this is so nice. you’re so nice! thank you very much for telling me this, it’s really really wonderful to hear my art positively affected someone else’s motivation to draw. so yeah, go figure out that tablet!! it’s gonna be great!!

[star-centric]

Ooo somewhat angsty request: when would be the first time MC saw each of the obey me brothers cry, and what's the best way to support them in that situation?

PAIRINGS: Obey Me Brothers x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: *rubs hands together menacingly* I’ve been waiting for this one 😈 I definitely see myself exploring this idea again in the future (or even redoing this, idk yet tho 👀)

CW: angst (but not soul crushing), all of the guys are very vulnerable in this, gender neutral reader, minor spoilers for the first game (don’t worry, it’s not about *that* scene), no NB spoilers since I’m behind in the game </3

When you see LUCIFER cry for the first time, it was late at night, where he believed that he was the only soul awake in the house- until you poked your head in the study, concern etched on your face.

He had one of his cursed records playing, the gentle music softly filling the air as he poured another glass of Demonus, gloves long forgotten. The simple smile he wore on his face only was a mask of what he was feeling.

He looked so…tired. So defeated.

“I try to give my brothers a good life- a life not only reminiscent of the one they lost from before, but a life even better than that. A life that they deserve.” He began, finger toying with the rim of his glass. “But I failed.”

You remained quiet as Lucifer let out a bitter laugh, “I failed- I let all of them down. I let down my brothers, I let down Lord Diavolo, I let down Michael, I let down my Father- all of them. I‘ve became a disappointment in the Celestial Realm, and I’m continuing to do so even now in the Devildom.”

You’ve never seen Lucifer so vulnerable before- you’ve always seen him act so unbothered, his pride refusing to let him reveal too much. He’s always been the one to lead, the one his family would go to for anything, the one that would sacrifice himself without a moment’s hesitation. He was the glue holding everything together, but everything wears thin with time.

He picked up the glass, swirling it around before setting back down with a harsh thud, sighing.

“I’ve let you all down. And that in and of itself is unforgivable-“

Lucifer flinched when he felt your hand on his cheek, thumb gently wiping under his eye. He was confused for a moment before he felt something wet trail down his other cheek. He wiped at it only to notice his vision getting a bit blurry-

How long has it been since he cried?

A few of his tear drops landed on his documents below, yet as he glanced up at you, you didn’t say a word. You didn’t point out how unguarded he was being, you didn’t interrupt him- you merely listened and wiped away his tears with a gentle smile lining your cheeks.

Lucifer couldn’t stop his tears after that, and he found himself grasping onto you as they continued.

When you see MAMMON cry for the first time, it’s in your room.

He was avoiding everyone today including you, and while it left you worried, you gave him some space. When you got back to your room, you noticed the door ajar- and when you opened it fully, you noticed a figure curled into your bed, a mop of messy white hair poking out from your blankets. You peeked over to see if he was asleep-

You didn’t have time to react as he grabbed and pulled you down to him.

Mammon buried his head into the crook of your neck and tightened his arms around you, hiding his face completely.

You wanted to ask what was wrong- what he was going through, for him to talk to you- but no words needed to be exchanged as he shook in your grasp, feeling your shirt getting damp. You didn’t have it in you to ask anymore.

All you did was comb your fingers through his locks as he quietly sobbed.

You’re not sure how long you stayed there, curled up against one another, but he eventually went still, soft snores passing through his lips.

It didn’t matter what the issue was- whether it was just a bad day or worse- you would always be there for him.

When you see LEVIATHAN cry for the first time, it’s in the privacy of his room.

You were binge-watching a new anime, one that had you both invested. It was about an immortal finding love after centuries- you were surprised Levi wanted to finish watching it after discovering it was a romance, but you were glad nonetheless (even if he couldn’t hide his flushed face).

You were nearing the end of the series when you heard sniffling.

You glanced to see Levi with tears building up in his eyes, threatening to fall.

You tried to look away but he already caught you staring.

The tips of his ears were burning red as he flinched, “Don’t- don’t look at me MC!”

“Levi, you know there’s nothing wrong with crying right?”

“Sti-Still! It’s embarrassing!”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about! It’s sad, it’s emotional-“ you explained. “If it makes you feel better, I kinda want to cry too.” Which wasn’t a lie- your eyes were starting to sting a little. You knew how the outcome was going to be for the main characters, but it still felt like a gut punch to see.

You didn’t want to overwhelm Levi, so you gently linked your pinkie with his. You were happy that he didn’t flinch away from you this time.

“Just know that you’re not alone, okay?”

Levi shyly nodded his head, and you felt him slightly squeeze your pinkie. He knew that he wasn’t, but that wasn’t what got him emotional.

What got him emotional was seeing the immortal, holding their elderly lover in his arms as they passed on. The lover aged as time passed, but the immortal stayed the same- except they were alone again like how they were centuries ago.

No matter how many happy moments the characters had in the show together, it was bound to end in tragedy.

And it brought Levi back to reality.

Back to the reality that he would eventually lose you in the same way.

When you see SATAN cry for the first time, it was in his demon form.

You’ve seen him before like this after he lashed out in the past, spiky tail whipping furiously behind him, green eyes showing nothing but fury. You know that he tries to keep his anger under control, but it still got the best of him at times.

But you didn’t see any anger this time.

You only saw anguish.

There Satan was, kneeled on the ground with tears welling up in his eyes with ripped and scattered objects tossed around the room, a result of destructive rage from before.

“I’ll never been seen for myself, will I?”

Satan’s eyes stayed on the ground, never meeting your own. “I’ll only ever be seen as my sin, as an extension of my older brother- never as myself.”

He shoulders trembled as he let out a bitter laugh that filled the room.

“I know I shouldn’t expect anything different. I should be used to it by now, but- why does it still bother me?”

His smile did nothing to hide his pain, crystal tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Why does it still hurt MC?”

You joined him on the floor and pulled him in your arms, holding onto him as he broke down.

When you see ASMODEUS cry for the first time, you thought it was a ploy at first.

You’ve seen Asmo bring tears to his eyes on a whim when he’s trying to get his way or be dramatic, so to see the same thing happen now wasn’t anything new. You were painting each others nails when you asked him if he’s ever been in love before-

“Of course MC! I love all of my fans dearly and they love me-“

“No, not that kind of love. Like true love- has someone ever told you they love you genuinely?”

“Hm, I don’t…”

When you saw the dejected look in his eyes, you became aware that it wasn’t a ploy at all.

You didn’t look up when he went quiet, concentrating on finishing the final coat on his nails. It wasn’t until you saw something wet drip onto his hand that made you glance up, seeing a single tear roll down his cheek with a forced smile.

“…I don’t know.” He choked out.

Asmo always soaked in the admiration from his fans- but that’s all it was, admiration. They loved the Asmo that they saw in the Fall, the Asmo that they saw on Devilgram- they loved the Asmo that they saw, but did they really know him enough to say they truly love him?

Did they love the Asmo you see or Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust?

“People love me and I love my fans, but why does it still feel so empty?” The smile on his face that he was so used to flashing soon fell, more tears steadily rolling down his flushed cheeks.

Despite what his sin is, Asmo did believe in true love. He believed that one day he found find someone to pour his heart and soul into and get the same in return. Even after he fell and lost his beautiful wings, he still held on to his wish of finding that person.

He started to imagine that person was you.

But he was scared that you didn’t picture him that way. That you only saw him as the Avatar of Lust.

For once, Asmo felt insecure, and he could do nothing but soak in the warmth he was afraid of losing as you held him sobbing.

When you saw BEELZEBUB cry for the first time, it catches you off guard.

You only went to grab some water, waking up and walking to the kitchen in your dazed state.

It wasn’t a surprise to see Beel there with a meal- but it was a surprise to see him wiping away tears, food untouched.

Any sleepiness washed away when you rushed to him, already by his side, asking him what’s wrong.

“I had another nightmare.” He sniffled, refusing to make eye contact with his body tense. “About Lilith.”

Your breath hitched- Beel told you once about his nightmares, but never what it was about. You only assumed how horrible it was from the faraway look he had in his eyes. It never crossed your mind that it was about his sister-

“I saw her MC- it’s always the same,” Beel balled up his fists, baring his fangs. “I’m always too late to save her- why couldn’t I save her?!”

He was no longer hiding his frustration or tears, which were freely rolling down his cheeks. All you could do was listen as he tried his best not to break down under the kitchen lights.

“You protected her, Beel.” You softly spoke, reaching to hold his hand. “You all did more than enough to protect her, and I know that she doesn’t blame you.” You lightly squeezed his hand, “She knows that it’s not your fault. None of it was.”

You’re not sure how long you sat there holding Beel, sobbing out broken apologies to his dear sister who would never hear them.

When you see BELPHEGOR cry for the first time, it was in his sleep.

You spent the night in the twins room, bundled up next to him as you were beginning to doze off. Belphie clung on to you, mumbling something incoherent as he slept. But before you could get lost in your dreams, you felt his grip growing tighter around you.

You brushed off the minor discomfort, only turning to then hear something that truly woke you up-

Belphie whimpering.

You blinked away any sleepiness, turning to see his face twisted in pain, fresh tear staining his cheeks. His hands were clenching onto you tight, whimpering soon turning into a chorus of “no” and “please”.

You shook him awake before he could continue, hair stuck to his forehead as his eyes shot open, panting. He scanned the room before landing on you, pulling you closer into him, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. No doubt he had a nightmare.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Belphie took a long pause. “…Everyone hated and blamed me for everything, for all of our problems. You all forced me to leave, and I was casted out of my home- again.”

You did nothing but soothe him as you felt him tremble again, your neck becoming damp as he started to quietly sob. “You know that won’t ever happen Belphie-“

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Just- stay with me…please?”

“Of course.”

You felt his tail wrap around your waist as he sobbed out a thank you. You combed your fingers through his locks, lulling him back to sleep- hopefully to better dreams.

[star-centric]

Hello! 😊 How are you? Can I request some platonic!Eraserhead headcanons? 😁

Maybe about him adopting a little girl he saved during a mission he went right after officially becoming a hero? I don’t think he'd normally keep a random kid like that, but he got attached to her! 🤗

CHARACTERS: Eraserhead (Aizawa Shota) and Child!Female!Reader (platonic)

NOTE: any scenario that makes Aizawa soft is my favorite <33

CW: female reader, a small mention of violence (nothing against reader), fluff, platonic/family trope

Aizawa never really thought about his future besides from becoming a pro-hero, and that became his main focus even after he got his hero license. He knew what he was getting himself in to despite being new to it, putting his life in danger countless times to save people. He already knew what to expect-

He however was not expecting you to be so attached to him- and him to be attached to you

It was a rough mission, one where he couldn’t save everyone. He was able to rescue you, but the other heroes sadly shook their head when he asked about your parents

It was the side of being a hero that wasn’t really talked about much- not being able to save everyone. Aizawa didn’t think he would experience it so soon, and his failure ate him up inside. He’ll never forget how he froze when you pulled on his sleeve, teary eyes thanking him, asking where your parents were and when you could see them

When he came to see you at the hospital, it was for atonement at first. It was only right to see after you, especially now that you were an orphan because of him. It wouldn’t be right to leave you alone, but his thoughts of doubt began to gnaw at him if he was making the right choice. Would you want to go with him?

He expected you to be mad at him, to cry and refuse to go with him because he’s the reason your parents are dead-

But instead you ran to him with open arms, smiling with your front tooth missing excited to see him again. That moment solidified that he was doing the right thing

It took a while to adjust to having someone else in the house, specifically a 5-year-old terror like yourself (he found out quick why childproof locks exist), but it was…nice. A bit of a pain but surprisingly nice

It was a bit difficult to take care of you when he had to do patrols some nights or if he was called to a mission early- which is where Uncle Mic (as he insisted you call him) came into play!

Aizawa hoped that he would regret asking him for help but he surprisingly didn’t (until it came down to joining you both playing superheroes or tea parties at home)

He, if ever, rarely got upset with you. He had to remember that if you did something stupid- ie. using actual flowers to try and make him pancakes instead of flour- you were a child and didn’t know any better. He would make sure to discipline you though, making sure that you knew exactly what and why you did something was wrong. He also made sure to keep a closer eye on you (and whatever you had in your hands)

There were nights where it was hard, where you would cry out for your parents in the middle of the night after a nightmare- tears streaming down your face as he held you, reassuring that he was here. Those nights were rare, and Aizawa realized just how close you’ve both gotten when you began to cry out for him. He found himself curled up in the small bed until you went back to sleep- his back would be sore in the morning but he won’t complain

You made his home more colorful (literally and figuratively) instead of the bare necessities that were once there before. It was extra mess to clean up, but it was worth it since you were so happy

Whenever he had a challenging day, you always tried to find a way to cheer him up, and it worked after a while, even if he didn’t smile

Aizawa used to think that maybe you should go to an actual family instead of him- they would be able to provide more for you, wouldn’t they? The thought would cross his mind a lot in the beginning, but as time went on, it faded away. He couldn’t imagine going back to an empty home- it got to a point where he couldn’t wait to see what new thing you would want to show him as soon as he walks in

He would worry that he wasn’t doing a good job in raising you, but as he saw the person you were becoming, his worries would disappear

Anytime those thoughts came back to haunt him, they would be quashed once he saw the Father’s Day card you gifted him, smile as bright as the day he took you home

[star-centric]

For that prompt list you got the Mammon cuddling prompt from, I saw "memorising their favourite things and treating them when they have a bad day" and immediately thought of Satan. Even pissy gremlins deserve to be coddled smh I will happily risk having a book thrown at my head to give him some hot choccy

Pairings: Satan x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: Anon you’re 10000% right- I will definitely risk my life if it means making him feel better with no hesitation 🫡 also sorry this is late, had to pull a double at work a few times 😭

CW: gender neutral reader, fluff, no warnings really! Also here’s the prompt list!

PROMPT: memorising their favourite things and treating them when they have a bad day

Satan ignored the knock on his door.

The waves of anger he felt rising were gone, residing himself to his room before he was consumed by it. His irritation from today’s events were making his blood boil- but he locked himself away before he could lash out any further. Now he just wanted to be left alone-

But whoever was knocking at the door was refusing to grant him that peace.

Satan growled as he tried to focus on his book, but the soft taps on his door kept distracting him.

He finally slammed his book closed and stomped towards the door, insults already forming at the tip of his tongue as he ripped it open-

The words caught in his throat as he realized it was you, your shock widened eyes matching his own.

Satan felt like a bumbling idiot, his mouth gaping in the doorway as you nervously smiled.

You weakly laughed, “Sorry to bother but um…can I come in?”

Satan finally closed his mouth and looked away, mindlessly moving out of your way. He sat back down and glanced away from you, arms folded and pouting- you would have laughed at how cute he looked but you didn’t want to make him any more upset than he already was.

“So, I know you’re having a bad day but-“ you shuffled with the bag in your hand. “I got something for you.”

“This couldn’t wait until later?”

“I was thinking about it, but it seems like you need it now.” You ignored his biting tone gently nudged it into his hands.

Your words did peak his interest a bit- it even smelled good, a familiar scent wafting in his nose. When he glanced up at you with a questioning look, all you did was smile and wave your hands, motioning him to open it.

When he did, he was surprised. Genuinely surprised.

He unfolded it completely, the palms of his hands growing warm. It felt like the slice of apple pie came just out of the oven- and from the looks of it, it was homemade. You made this for him?

Your grin was all the answer that he needed.

Satan’s furrowed brows and puzzled look melted away. He tried his best to hide the flush growing on his cheeks.

He fully turned his head from you, cursing at how fast he was unfolding- you’ve always had this effect on him, and he was losing his composure quicker than usual-

But he couldn’t deny how much the gesture warmed him either, a delicate smile lining his lips.

Satan grabbed at your wrist before you could leave, bringing you down into his lap. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, the tips of his ears burning red.

“…thank you.”

It was easy to find comfort in you- your touch, your presence, just…you- and whatever irritations were hanging over him drifted away, just like always.

[star-centric]

Hello, Dream! ☺️ May I have Ranpo (bsd) with the prompt "[ 🛁 ] - taking a bath together" please? 🙏🥺 (my bathtub is very big, so imagine all the duckies Ranpo would throw in the bath 🥰)

PAIRING: Ranpo x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: This is such a cute request omgggg! I always remember the bath episode from Wan and it just makes my heart melt everytime 🥹 and finally got some motivation to write so sorry if this is a little rusty (which is why I decided to write it as a drabble I’m sorry 😭)

CW: gender neutral reader, reader’s a little stress/tired but Ranpo’s here to take care of you <3 sfw only!

You are so exhausted.

Your body was sore from the mission, your muscles still feeling raw with every move- even trying to lift your arms had you hissing in pain. All you wanted to do was rest and forget about the stress and (physical) pain you went through today.

And that’s what Ranpo was trying to do.

You figured he was tired of waiting on you as to why he was already gone when you got back to the agency. You weren’t surprised to see him to greet you at the door, but you were a bit taken aback when he started to drag your ragged body straight to the bathroom.

The true surprise was the sight that greeted you when he opened the door.

A soft scent filled the air as you took in the mass of bubbles gathering at the edge of the bathtub, bits of yellow peeking out from the foam, which looked like…rubber duckies?

You didn’t have time to question or say anything when Ranpo was already tugging at your clothes, whining that the water was getting cold. It was hard to hold in your laugh when you finally realized what he was doing.

You winced a bit when he helped pull your shirt off, but you could tell he was being as gentle as he could. But when your body finally stepped into the tub, all of the pain started to melt away. The warm water against your skin felt heavenly, a sigh escaping your lips before you even noticed.

Ranpo chuckled, slipping in behind you as you sunk further into the water. He was already lathering up your back, rubbing smooth circles into your skin. He could’ve used this moment to tease you, scold you for taking so long getting home, but only a comfortable silence filled the air.

You lost track of time as your fingers toyed with the rubber duckies floating by, any lingering tension and stress on your body faded as Ranpo washed away the dirt and grime. You didn’t realize just how tired you were until you blinked and no longer felt water and instead something soft wrapped around you. Your mind didn’t even register that you were already out of the tub and in a towel, Ranpo chastising how out of it you were, but was still getting you dressed regardless.

You and Ranpo have had intimate moments before, but this felt…different. You were always the one providing this type of care for him- not because he couldn’t take care of himself, but because you wanted to. You’re so used to being the one doing all of the pampering that it almost felt foreign to be on the other side.

He shows his form of affection through his words more so his actions, but there would still be times that he would catch you off guard like this, even if it was rare.

But as you grasped onto him in bed, already back to sleep, you already know that you would appreciate his efforts- and him- always.

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I'm glad to see you have requests open! I read some of your stuff from your old blog and wanted to resend a request I made that you didn't get to. It's the one with Chuuya and his older sibling who joined the port mafia before him, but I was thinking this time they have amnesia that, surprisingly, wasn't because of the port mafia. Although, the mafia did take advantage of their amnesia by saying they were a part of the mafia the entire time with Dazai taking Chuuya's place as their baby brother. Chuuya would be so confused when he sees them walk into Mori's office after he meets Dazai and maybe even hurt when they don't recognize him and call Dazai their brother rather than him.

CHARACTERS: Chuuya and Older Sibling! Gender Neutral Reader

NOTE: okay can I say that I just love this idea??! This is probably one of the first times I write something that doesn’t have an outright happy ending :O I remember writing headcanons last year on Chuuya and his older sibling joining the PM- happy I get to write more on it!!

CW: strictly sibling/family relationship, bittersweet ending bjt possibly hopeful (?), small mentions of blood/violence since it’s Port Mafia, Chuuya and reader are reunited but not in the way he wants </3, gender neutral reader

The look of confusion on your face made Chuuya’s stomach turn.

When he was led into this grand room by men in suits, he was only expecting to run into that one-eyed bastard and his boss.

He wasn’t expecting to finally see you.

You still looked the same- no missing limbs, no scars- you were here, you were really here. His feet had a mind of his own as he called your name and practically leapt towards you- but the look on your face made him pause.

Why weren’t you running towards him, smile wide and calling his name? Why weren’t you hugging him, eyes misty as you finally reunited with one another?

Why did you look so…lost?

“I’m sorry- have we met before?”

He glanced at Dazai, who stood with a blank stare. Was this his idea of a joke?

Did you not…remember him? No, that’s not right, that can’t be right-

“It’s Chuuya, I’m-“ he swallowed down the growing lump in his throat, trying to not have his crack. “I’m your brother, remember?”

Your confusion only grew more, eyebrows raised as your eyes flickered from his to Dazai and back to Chuuya. “I believe you have me mistaken for someone else-“

“No, I don’t!” He didn’t mean to raise his voice, but he was growing more and more uneasy with every word.

“Yes, you do.” You grew firm with your response.

“No I- don’t you remember? You have a brother- I’m your brother!”

“I know that I have a brother-“

Chuuya was about to release the breath he was holding, finally hoping to get some answers-

“But it’s not you.”

He felt like the world stopped.

“This is my brother.” You motioned to Dazai, who still stood with a blank stare before turning to a smirk.

Chuuya felt sick. His body felt heavy, like someone was using his own ability on him. A chilling feeling shot up his spine when he realized that you were being serious.

“See? I told you he was weird.” Dazai whispered not discreetly to you, keeping his eyes on Chuuya.

You were giving Dazai the same look that you would give him- scolding him and telling him to behave- stuff that you would tell Chuuya, your little brother, not him. Something wasn’t right.

“I’m just saying,” he grabbed at your arm, snuggling into it. His eyes narrowed at Chuuya,“I’ve always been your little brother, right?”

It was obvious that Dazai was trying to get a rise out of him- and it was working.

“What did you do to them?!” Chuuya seethed and lunged at him, ability activated. He brought his fist back, aiming directly at his face-

He wasn’t able to reach him before you intervened, grabbing his arm and squeezing it as a warning.

You were giving him the same, cold look you would give enemies. Not as the older sibling that loves him without a doubt, but as a enemy that needed to be taken care of.

It shattered him.

“That’s enough, all three of you.”

Mori spoke up from his desk, violet eyes scanning over you and Dazai before directly landing on Chuuya. His tone sounded light enough, but you stood down immediately, letting go and taking your place next to Dazai.

The look Chuuya was getting showed that his words were more than just a warning.

“Now then, (Y/N) and Dazai- why don’t you both head down to the target location and keep an eye on them until further instructions. I’ll brief Mr. Nakahara on everything myself.”

“Understood sir.” You nodded your head before your eyes landed on Chuuya- there wasn’t any malice in your eyes, but there was a sense of hesitation and uncertainty that couldn’t be hidden.

All Chuuya wanted to do was wake you both from this nightmare. Shake you back to your senses and hug you until neither one of you could breath.

But all he could do was watch you leave once more.

He felt powerless all over again.

The moment you turned your back and left with Dazai, he saw his only family disappear. The only person that would stay by his side, the only person that would look out for him as much as he did for you, the only person that he had left in his life that loves him, his older sibling- leave him. It wasn’t fair, it was suppose to be you and him always- yet he found himself alone in the room, you with someone that you believe was your brother, that wasn’t him.

He was crushed. He was devastated, hurt, and downright pissed. Pissed that you didn’t remember him, pissed that that bastard was playing pretend and laughing like it was a joke, pissed at the mafia- pissed at everything.

He didn’t hide his frustration, gritting his teeth and glaring down at the door. His nails were digging into the palm of his hands while his new boss did nothing but smirk at the sight of his aggression.

“It’s obvious that you care for them, no?”

Chuuya didn’t turn his head towards him, only turning his eyes to the ground, baring his teeth. “…did you do this?”

Mori sighed, mock sympathy seeping from his tone, “Well Dazai took such a liking to them- who am I to break up such a loving bond?”

He would have struck him- he would have struck him to the ground, giving him what he deserves, make him pay for what he did to you, then make him feel the full force of his gravity as Chuuya stood over him. He would have did that and more-

But all he could do was bite his tongue as his shoulders trembled in anger.

“Would you do anything for them, Chuuya?”

He whipped his head towards Mori, who no longer had a playful expression. His eyes were serious as he waited for Chuuya’s response, whose own eyes went wide.

He then narrowed his eyes, feeling suspicious of his question, but answering carefully. “I would.”

Mori hummed, toying with his surgical knife. “I see.” He seemed pleased with his answer. “Well then, I have some information regarding (Y/N)- moreso with their…special condition.”

Chuuya held his breath, a million questions flying through his head, the burning one on the tip of his tongue-

“We weren’t the ones to cause their amnesia, and I’m not sure if there’s a way to find out what did- but there is a way to regain their memories.”

Mori was gauging his reaction, testing him- it was all too obvious what he was doing- but Chuuya couldn’t hide the fact that there was a way to get you back- the old you, the real you. He would do anything to get you back-

But he wasn’t an idiot to forget that he’s signing a deal with the Devil either.

Chuuya took a breath, before narrowing his eyes, “…what do I need to do?”

The smirk came back on Mori’s face, “Swear your loyalty to the Port Mafia, and crush anyone that stands in our way.“

There was no turning back- but if it was for your sake, he would accept. He had no other choice in his eyes.

He got down on one knee and pledged his loyalty, the words leaving his lips genuinely but leaving a bitter taste in mouth.

But it was a needed sacrifice it if it means getting you back.

“Excellent.” He clapped his hands together, a ditzy smile on his face as he returned to his playfulness. “Glad to have you on board- now for your first mission, you’ll be meeting Dazai and (Y/N) in Yokohama. I believe you’re still familiar with this organization called the Sheep…”

As Mori droned on, Chuuya thought about his true mission- getting you back.

And he will do anything to make sure he succeeds.

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The friends to lovers prompt list is so cute omg. Okay okay how about "telling them they deserve better (and silently wanting to be the one who gives it to them)" for Asmo? I love everything you've posted so far alrksk it's so good

PAIRING: Asmodeus x Gender Neutral!Reader

A/N: I will be an Asmo lover/defender until the day I die 😤😤 he deserves nothing but the best 💘 hope I did your request justice and thanks for reading!

CW: gender neutral reader, fluff, Asmo deserves more love and is so much more than his sin

It didn’t take much for you to realize that you were in love with Asmo.

It surpassed the platonic bond that you both built with one another- the way your heart would beat wildly in your chest when his hands linked with yours so effortlessly, the way his lips felt brushing against your cheek and how it gave way to the fluttering butterflies in your stomach- you knew that he was always so hands-on especially when it came to you, but the growing warmth inside of you was more than enough proof that you started to see him in a different light- and that you grew hopeful that he was the same.

Which is why you felt a pit of dread when you saw how some of his…fans treated him.

Was it jealousy? You didn’t know honestly. It felt like it was at first- the ugly feeling threatening to spill over seeing how some of them acted around him. You tried to look normal, act like everything was fine (after all- you guys weren’t really together no matter how much it seemed like you were), but the bitter taste never left your mouth seeing their hands roaming over him. Then it clicked.

Part of it was jealousy, but another part of it was resentment and…pity.

You resented how some of fans showed their adoration. How they claimed that they loved him so much when they really didn’t. They didn’t know Asmo like you did, but they didn’t try to know him either- the way they only fawned over his looks, his body- they could care less about what he saying, about his interests, about who he really was- their love wasn’t genuine. Not like yours.

And that’s where the pity came in. You felt for Asmo, because as much as he was admired for his looks, he deserved to be loved for more than that. He was more than just his appearance, his sin- he was so much more than what people took at face value. He deserved to be showered in true love- the endless love that you already had for him.

He deserved better- and you could give him better.

And that’s what you told him- partly. But whenever you would try to tell him that you could give him better, your words got caught in your throat as always once you locked eyes with him.

Even now as you both laid side by side under his canopy, a gentle smile lined his lips. It made your heart melt as always whenever you got to see it- it felt different from the smiles he would flash on his socials or to his fans. Like it was reserved only for you.

“Do you think that true love exists?”

You paused before nodding your head, “Yes.”

“Do you think I’ll ever find it?”

His tone held a underlying melancholy to it. You wanted to yell that you’re right here, but all you did was take his hand into yours and gently squeezed.

“I do.”

His smile widened as he pulled you into his arms excited, catching you off guard completely. You returned the hug, despite not knowing why your response made him so happy. He is a bit of a hopeless romantic.

Asmo felt relieved over your answer because it gave him a sense of hope that he was beginning to lose after centuries.

Because he’s experiencing true love with you.

Not the fleeting love that he was used to from flings, but the love that made his own cheeks flush, that made him want to never leave your side or lose you. It was the love he wanted to revel and soak in for years to come. One that left him feeling intoxicated.

It was a beautiful feeling- and it was one that he only wants to experience with you.

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I'm glad to hear you liked the older Nakahara prompt I sent! Hope you don't mind if I send another, I really like this idea as well. I was thinking of the aftermath of Chuuya learning about his siblings' amnesia and thought what if: Dazai got attached to Chuuya's sibling during the time they were together the same way he started to care for Oda and Ango in the future, basically genuinely seeing them as an older sibling. So now, he's constantly bickering back and forth with Chuuya (not that it's any different from Canon) like brothers and arguing over who's the favorite little brother. I say this because Chuuya's sibling would probably start to see him as a younger brother again, but in a sort of "I already have one baby brother, what's one more?" Type of way. They don't remember that he's their actual brother and think he's mistaken them for his actual sibling. They still think Dazai is their brother. I mean this in a funny way. They complain to Kouyou all the time about their "Little brothers who are constantly fighting"

CHARACTERS: Chuuya Nakahara and Older Sibling!Reader

NOTE: I guess this would count as a “sequel” (?) to this post, but that part doesn’t need to be read to understand this!

CW: strictly platonic/familial relationship, fluff, a teeny tiny bit of angst if you squint but it’s barely noticeable, mild language

“What am I going to do Kouyou?”

“I don’t think there is anything you could do.”

You sighed, already tempted to let your head fall on the table. You felt annoyed, confused, and more importantly- tired. Even when they weren’t around, you could still hear their arguments in your head.

You knew that Dazai and Chuuya had…friction between them. It wasn’t weird that they argue- you just didn’t think it would happen so much. It was tolerable at first, but now it’s getting to the point that you’re wondering what you did to deserve this. They may be two of the deadliest assets to the Port Mafia, but they’re still kids- and your little brothers.

“I mean, their fights don’t even make sense half of the time!” You whined. “I know that they’re teens and it’s bound to happen, but every single day? Don’t I deserve a break from this madness too?”

All Kouyou could do is chuckle and sip on her tea. You wish you could be relaxed like she was, even if she was being entertained by your pain at the moment.

“Of course you do- but I don’t think there’s any way for them to get along willingly outside of missions.”

“They can’t even get along during missions.” Which was true. The mission would be complete and you would come back with what was needed, but Dazai and Chuuya would still bump heads. Sometimes you wondered if your targets were grateful that they would be unconscious if it meant not having to listen to literal teens argue about whatever- you were a little jealous.

“They don’t realize how similar they are to each other- same with their goals revolving around you.”

“Which would be what?”

Kouyou was about to answer when you both heard a smash. Then yelling that was indiscernible at first until-

“See? That’s why I’m the favorite brother!”

“Like hell you are- you’re not even their brother!”

“That’s not what they think.”

You groaned while Kouyou watched on Dazai and Chuuya walked in, glaring at one another.

“Seems like that’s my cue to leave.”

“Wait Kouyou please-“

“I’ll stop by another time when you won’t be so…preoccupied. Have fun!” And with that, she walked off, heels clicking down the hall even with the growing yelling nearing your ears.

Dazai and Chuuya were already at each others throat, ready to hurl out more insults when you finally had enough.

You placed a hand on top of their hands, instantly silencing them.

If you didn’t care for them, you would probably both have them on the floor writhing in pain, showing the same mercy that you showed your enemies- which was none.

But you really did care for them- both of them.

“Hey, didn’t I say you two need to start being nicer to each other?”

“You can’t expect me to be nice to that dog-“

“And you can’t expect me to be nice to that bastard!”

You sighed- don’t know why you expected a different outcome.

“You’re both my favorites- so can you please stop now?”

You ruffled their locks, hearing them grumble under their breaths. You rolled your eyes- they can be so dramatic.

“You’re both my brothers, and nothing is going to change that.”

Chuuya snuck away from your touch, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. You’ve both come a long way from your initial meeting, and while there were some rockiness in the beginning, your relationship had gotten significantly better.

You really did see Chuuya as a brother.

But every time you said that, he would always look so…sad. So defeated, so bitter.

“I’m going to report to the boss.”

He sucked his teeth and walked away, not giving you a chance to stop him.

You thought you messed up any chance of a bond at first, but he gravitated towards you like nothing- so what was the issue? Even with Dazai trying to grab your attention, you couldn’t shake off your worriness.

You would try to get him to tell you what’s wrong, but he would just play it off like it’s nothing. The way his eyes looked just now told you a different story.

It bothered you that you couldn’t decipher what was eating at him. Your head would throb in frustration the harder you tried to dived into it. It was like an itch that you couldn’t scratch, the one thing that would linger on your mind each day.

It was like you were forgetting something.

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Okay I have a mean request :)) So hear me out: something happens to MC (maybe they get attacked by another demon or smth idk) and it ends up causing Belphie to start getting nightmares about lesson 16 of the original game. Now, normally, if he has bad dreams, he'd go to MC for comfort, but he doesn't exactly want to make MC comfort him for him having hurt them, so he tries to keep it to himself. How it ends is up to you.

Got in the mood to write and I love this idea!! Reader is gender neutral!!

CW: mention of violence/injuries (but nothing gory/graphic), spoilers for lesson 16 in the first game

It’s rare for Belphie to not get any sleep. Borderline impossible even.

But yet he finds himself standing outside your door, late into the night. He’s sure that everyone else is sleep- he can’t even hear Lucifer’s cursed record echoing in the halls.

Belphie wants to open the door, but as his hand inches towards the handle, he pulls it back to his side. He wants to open it, crawl by your side to have your own heartbeat lull him to sleep like he’s so used too. But he can’t do it. He wants to see you so bad, but he forces himself not to.

He doesn’t know how he’ll react to seeing those marks on your skin.

Despite it happening weeks ago, your injuries remain fresh in his mind. The bandages that his brothers had to wrap you made his heart drop, and the claw marks that were left around your neck made him want to hurl. It was hard for all of them to see you hurt, but Belphie especially couldn’t handle seeing you like this.

Because it reminded him too much of what he did to you.

Sometimes he can still see your lifeless body when he closes his eyes. He still gets nightmares to this very day over it, his own malicious laugh haunting him.

His throat tightens at the thought of it, but he forced himself to swallow away his tears, his dread- how can he cry when he’s the one who killed you? When he was the monster? He doesn’t have a right to he feels, so he just bottles up his guilt and hatred for himself. Like he’s doing now, except he’s barely holding on.

Belphie is on the brink of falling apart when he takes a step back, repeating that he doesn’t deserve your comfort, your touch, anything from you- but his breath catches when the door cracks open. He’s frozen as you stand there, rubbing your eyes and yawning. You become a little startled when you become aware of him, voice still filled with sleep.

“Belphie? What’s wrong?”

The collar on your shirt droops a little, and he can see some of the claw marks on your neck peeking out underneath it.

Anything that Belphie had planned to say immediately dies on his tongue.

He feels your fingers gently grasp his cheek. He doesn’t realize that he’s crying until your thumb wipes away a tear, eyes full of concern and brows furrowed in worry.

How can you still look at him after what he did to you? How can you still show him love?

He doesn’t deserve it.

He doesn’t deserve you and he knows it.

Belphie can’t stop the tears rolling down his face no matter how hard he tries. He finds himself on his knees, trying to control his sobs but failing. He wants to apologize, beg for forgiveness, but all of his words are spilling out jumbled together. All of his bottled up emotions rise to the top, unable to be contained anymore. He’s pathetic he thinks, but all he can do is wail as you slump down to the floor, taking him in your arms.

It only makes him sob more when he feels your warmth, your arms bringing him in closer.

Time becomes a blur for Belphie, and he finds himself in his usual spot by you in your bed. He wants to feel embarrassed, ashamed of acting so childish- but he just sinks into your side as your fingers lightly comb his hair. He hears your heartbeat in his ears, lulling him into a much needed slumber. He also hears your gentle tone- even if he can’t make out the words, it brings him a sense of peace that he’s been missing for far too long.

He may never forgive himself for both what he did and failing to protect you- but he will find a way to atone for his actions, from now until the end of time.

Belphie finds it easier to sleep for the first time in a while.

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Can you do some headcannons on Kunikida from bsd and how he would act in a relationship? Like what type of dates they’d go on, his love language, etc. tysm!

- 🥀

PAIRING: Kunikida x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: I love Kunikida- that is all (and sorry that this came out so late)!

CW: fluff, gender neutral reader

Relationship Headcanons with Kunikida!

Being in a relationship with Kunikida is more exciting than people think. He’s still as diligent as always, but you get to see a certain softness to him that isn’t shown as much

He still acts the same- but he’s a bit more…delicate now. He catches himself remembering that you’re not just his friend anymore and that you’re something more to him (like he’s been wanting for a while). It’s hard to not notice the tips of his ears growing red when he has his vulnerable moments with you, but it’s welcomed nonetheless

I fully believe he asked you out first- had an entire plan written down in his notebook with no room to error. Even with everything written and perfected to a T, he still stumbled a bit in his confession, light blush across his cheeks but firm in his words. It’s a moment that you keep close to you and bring up whenever you’re alone together (sometimes to tease him- much to his dismay)

If you guys work together, he doesn’t treat you like you’re weak because he knows that you’re not- but don’t be surprised if he’s hovering around you more when you get back from a mission. He’s still professional- just more worried- but he still has faith in you!

If you guys don’t work together, he makes time out of his schedule daily to see you. He makes sure that it falls on your lunch break and it doesn’t get interrupted by anyone (unless it’s a serious mission, but expect him to be a little upset when he confronts the threat)

He always makes sure to walk you to and from work- no exceptions

Kunikida would be the one to usually plan your dates- whether it’s his idea or yours. If there’s something specific that you want to do, you can expect him to get all of the information/details and plan it to where there’s no room for a mistake

(just make sure that you’re not pranking him like Dazai because he will take it literal)

He prefers something calm for your dates- he already gets all of the excitement he needs from the agency, so any chance he can relax and do it with you he’s taking it. He also finds it easier to unwind with you, feeling the stress from the day lift from his shoulders just being with you

Kunikida’s love language is act of service! He goes out of his way to make you’re taken care of. It may seem minor to some and not a big deal, but it’s just one of the many ways to show that he cares about you

He’s not much of a touchy person in the beginning of your relationship, but he starts to show a little more physical affection as it progresses. It starts out small- from pinkies brushing against one another without flinching to small hugs before saying goodnight. He doesn’t do much in front of everyone besides handholding, but he does start to do more behind closed doors and in the privacy of your homes

Kunikida has a whole section in his notebook dedicated to you (including future dates)- your likes, dislikes, anniversaries, etc. You never have to worry about him forgetting something because he already has it written down

It takes a while before Kunikida says “I love you”, but I do believe that he would say it first. He’ll also be the first one to bring up the notion of moving in together under a tactical guise (but really it’s just because he craves you more and the times that he sees you now isn’t enough)

He’s the definition of “you fell first, but he fell harder”

Kunikida feels at peace with you. Even if you didn’t match all of his ideals for his ideal partner (because realistically no one probably would), he’s content with that. You mesh so well with him, and honestly- it’s hard to picture anyone else being his partner but you

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Love at first sight for ango from BSD with fem reader plz

PAIRING: Ango Sakaguichi x Female!Reader

NOTE: I said it once and I’ll say it again- Ango does not get enough love in this fandom 🗣️🗣️🗣️ and idk why but this trope is so difficult for me to write 😭 but I still had fun!!

CW: female reader, fluff

It was unrealistic to Ango. Something that he thought was only seen in media, something that was borderline impossible in his eyes- falling in love at first sight.

Yet here he was, eyes refusing to look elsewhere as they stayed locked on you.

It felt as if all of the air escaped his chest, his apology slowly dying down at his lips as his fingers ghosted over yours. Ango has rarely felt this…distracted before, his papers scattered below your squatted forms as you scrambled to pick up his mess.

You were simply…radiant. Beaming smile showing just an insight of the warmth you were giving off. A warmth that he hasn’t felt in a while- that alone stole his breath away.

Ango was only knocked out of his daze when he felt the stack of papers nudge at his fingertips. He shook his head trying to regain his composure- he still had a job to do.

“…and once again, I apologize for the mess!”

Even your voice sounded lovely, and Ango had to clear his throat before he found himself getting lost again.

“You’re not the one at fault here. I wasn’t paying attention at all Miss…” his eyes scanned over your form for a badge.

“Miss (Y/N) (L/N).” You reached your hand out to shake, and Ango blushed at how well your palm fitted in his.

“Ango Sakuguichi.”

“It’s nice to meet you, even if it’s under these circumstances.” You gave a weak chuckle, and he briefly wondered how your real laugh would sound in his ears.

Before he could ponder on anything else, you had gently nudged his paper in his hand again, and he felt a flush creep up his neck at being distracted once more. There was a pause between you both, and Ango wanted to say something, a way to get to know you, to keep you here for just a bit longer- but you already waved and began to step away, the same soft smile decorating your cheeks.

“I hope to see you around, Mr. Sakaguichi!”

You already turned away before he stole another glance, a quiet smile on his lips.

“Likewise Ms. (Y/N).”

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Hehe a 🐑 for the ask game based on an actual tag I saw on ao3 once: "I wrote this for me but you can read it too i guess"

I wanna hear your most self-indulgent thoughts 👀

Fake fic ask game!

Sorry I’m so late in answering this but MAAN do I have a lot of self-indulgent thoughts that I’ll probably never get to writing to 😭 but the one that’s been eating at me for a while:

“MC, whatever you do- do not open the door.”

Simeon warned through the phone, pinpricks shooting up your spine. Regret filled you as the banging on the door grew more desperate- why did this had to be the one time you chose to ignore Solomon’s warning?

The knocks soon turned into banging, various pleas and cries to just please let them in growing louder. You didn’t want to believe that they would hurt you, but right now you don’t know what they’re capable of.

The demons behind your door are not the same ones from earlier, they’re feral-

A deep growl filled the air with an echoing crack, sharp claws finally breaching through, slit eyes staring straight into you.

You didn’t have time to come up with a plan.

You needed to escape- now.

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"Cheers to all the things I never said" for the ask game 👀

fake fic ask game!

The demonus in Mammon’s hand is lukewarm, but he’s clutching onto it tight like it’s his lifeline.

In a way it is- because it’s the only thing helping him stay composed.

Everyone around him is cheerful, flushed cheeks with wide grins as they hold onto their own cup, high up in the air as they swarm around you. Mammon knows he should be up there too, singing praises about you that he would only keep to himself. But he’s glued to his seat instead, his watery reflection in his cup glaring back at him.

But he still raises his cup anyway, replaying everything that he should have told you.

The bitter taste in his mouth is hard to swallow when he see your engagement ring shine underneath the light.

Yet he finds his body moving towards you anyway.

Or: Mammon is finally registering that he’s about to lose you forever, and realizes that he can’t let you leave just yet.

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Thank you! I'd be happy to request! I'd love a story with Mina Ashido x gn!reader (platonic if that's alright). Reader hasn't got a good sense of fashion, though they've always admired Mina for her expressiveness. Reader asks Mina for fashion advice, and Mina is delighted to help out. Is something like that okay?

PAIRING: Mina Ashido x Gender!Neutral Reader

NOTE: Yes this is so cute!! Sorry this took so long 💔 I had writers block for a good minute lol but hopefully that’s over with!

CW: fluff, platonic, SFW, gender neutral reader, reader’s a little insecure but is trying

Sometimes you found yourself envious of Mina.

She was always confident, had no hard times making friends, and had a fashion sense- something that you severely lacked. Living in the dorms and being around your classmates made that very obvious.

You wanted to be like Mina in a sense. You didn’t want to keep being holed in your room, avoiding going out with them. You didn’t want to keep missing game nights because you were worried what they would say about your outfit. You wanted to have fun too.

You wanted to express yourself freely and be comfortable in your own skin like the others were.

And you knew the one person that could help.

“Fashion advice?”

“Yeah.” You sheepishly answered, looking everywhere but at Mina. “My wardrobe is a little…outdated, to say the least. But I don’t know how to exactly fix it. And I know that you have a really great fashion sense so I was wondering if you could…help me?”

You would have continued rambling but you felt hands pace up with your own before you could.

“Of course I would love to help!” You swear that you saw literal sparkles in her eyes. “I have so many ideas on what we could do. I saw something the cutest outfit the other day that I think would look perfect on you-”

Mina’s excitement outshone your own right now, as she was already thinking of new things for you to try. When she let out a gasp, you were starting to get a little worried.

“We can go shopping!” She squealed. You didn’t have a chance to even respond before you were pulled out of her room and rushed down the hallway.

“We can’t waste any time- I know the first place we can go to!”

—

You looked different.

The outfit Mina had you try was…nice. Really nice. Like hard to take your eyes off of yourself nice. All of the outfits she had you try on was stunning- and it was hard to believe that the person in the mirror was you.

“Sooooo- what do you think?”

“I love it!” Mina’s excitement was contagious, and it was hard to wipe the smile off of your face. It was a breath of fresh air to see yourself like this. It felt refreshing- you finally felt comfortable.

“Good- me too! I love the way the colors pop against your skin, and the way they bring your eyes out too. This one we have to leave with.”

“You said that for the last 3 outfits.”

“Because they all look so good on you duh- and they’re on sale! No way we’re we gonna pass on this.” Mina grabbed the bundle of clothes hanging on the dressing room door. “Meet me at the register when you’re ready!”

You don’t know how much time passed at the mall, but by the time you both were leaving the sun was beginning to set. The total surprisingly wasn’t that bad, and you both walked out with plenty of bags in each hand. But you felt light- it felt empowering. You can’t remember how long it’s been since you felt like this.

“Thanks again for tagging along, Mina. I really do appreciate it.”

“Of course! Shopping is my forte so it was never an issue. Besides, you seemed kinda down lately so I’m glad this was able to help you feel better.”

That made you stop in your tracks. She noticed? You wanted to lie and try to play it off, but all you could do was stumble over your words.

“It’s not hard to notice when you’re cooped in your room 24/7.”

Which was…true. She wasn’t wrong. You still felt a bit embarrassed though. Mina didn’t let you linger on your thoughts, skirting in front of you. She gently called your name.

“You don’t have to be alone all the time. We’re all here for you- I’m here for you. There’s nothing wrong with you either.”

“I…I know Mina.” You knew she was telling the truth, but your mind made it hard to believe them. But, today was the first step in making that change. You took a deep breath, willing yourself to be more confident. “I know.”

“You had fun today right?”

You nodded, it’s been a while since you smiled so much.

“So let’s keep hanging out then- today doesn’t have to be the only day we do this either. I’m always open to shopping, and we could always do more stuff in the common room with everyone. I just don’t want you to think you’re alone because you’re not.”

“I really want that too.”

Your words were sincere, and while it would take baby steps, you were ready for the new changes that would start to make yourself look- and feel better too.