#thank you hornet for being the only one with a normal name and one tag\

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family juice drinking time they're all a lil fucked up

lunch time. slurpslrupslrupslrupslrurp

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Get to Know Me Tag ~

Hiya! I got tagged in a few different 'get to know me' tags so I thought I'd just combine them here, hehe. Thank you so so much to @dutifullylazybread @weaveandwood @orangekittyenergy and @blackstaff-blast — I really love these tags, both answering and reading others'. What can I say? I'm a gemini.

No pressure tags! ~ @lemonsrosesandlavender @savriea @graysparrowao3 @heytheresunflower

Do you make your bed?: Yes! I'm not a neat-freak, but I consider myself quite neat

Favourite number: When I was a young child someone asked me this and I didn't know what to say so I pretended it was '86'. Since then, that's always just been what I've said… couldn't tell you why lol

What's your job?: Between roles atm, but usually a copywriter

If you could go back to school, would you?: For sure. I was really let down as a kid by the system, if I could go back but with the wisdom I have now, I would love to. As for further education, I loved my undergrad but I can't see myself realistically studying more on account of chronic illnesses

Can you parallel park / Can you drive a manual car?: Nope. I was good at parking and driving back when I was first learning over 10 years ago but never took my test because I got a lot of anxiety driving. I live in London now, so there's no urgent need to learn, but I will have to some day.

Do you think aliens are real?: Yes. Ain't no way we're the only life forms to exist in the whole universe, pleaseee

What's your guilty pleasure?: I love Britney Spears 💁‍♀️

Tattoos?: A small one, on my ankle. Two hands in a reference to Twin Peaks. I also just love the design — even if my tattoo artist did a slightly shoddy job and told me they did the exact same reference on tonnes of people ayyy lmao

Favourite type of music?: Easy answer is indie, though even that is a huuuuge umbrella. Some of my fave musicians are Mitski, Bright Eyes, AURORA, Radiohead, EELS, and Thumpasaurus. Also, a long-time MCR fan.

Do you like puzzles?: I'm wayyy too ADHD for them tbh but I don't mind some types of puzzles, like in video games. But even then, they can't go on for too long, lol

Any phobias?: Crowds are def my biggest one. I’m scared of pretty normal things I’d say, like hornets. I do have a lot of sensory issues though that give a similar feeling, the most unusual being cardboard. Do NOT touch it near me, I WILL scream. And slight trypophobia… 🤢

Favourite childhood sport: Always hated sports and exercise, even as a kid

Do you talk to yourself: I sing to myself (and in general) a lot and have big echolalia, but I don't really talk to myself in the traditional sense. Now my partner on the other hand… he does not stop yapping for even a second in the day.

What movie(s) do you adore?: The immediate go-to's in my brain are The Lord of the Rings trilogy, Pride and Prejudice (2005), Your Name, and… Shrek. Non-ironically.

Coffee or tea: Earl grey tea with oat milk, please! If not an option, I'll go for an oat milk mocha.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?: I… okay. I don't even know if I should admit this, but it's kinda funny… but remember, I was a CHILD. like, FIVE. My sister wanted to move to Africa and be a mango farmer (???) and I wanted to go with her so I said I wanted to sell shoes there because I saw a gap in the market. 😭😭

Last song I listened to: No You Girls - Franz Ferdinand

Favourite colour: Lavender

Favourite flavour: Depends on what it is, but most likely either chocolate or strawberry

Current obsession: BG3, if y'all couldn't guess. 😂

Last thing I googled: 'Sacrum'. Girly doesn’t know what body parts are called.

Favourite season: Late autumn

Skill I'd like to learn: I'd looove to be able to sew and make clothes but I am the most cack-handed person you will ever meet. I literally got kicked out of textiles class when I was in school because I was so bad they thought I was messing about on purpose 😬…

Best advice: Be cringe, be free. People will either not care or think you're cool for your authenticity.

Currently watching: I don't really watch TV! Still getting through Dungeon Meshi, lol

Currently reading: I've been trying to read 'Interview with a Vampire' since the start of the year, but my brain only has room for BG3 fanfic it would seem… SO, here's a list of my current bookmarks hehe. Special shout-outs to @lemonsrosesandlavender @crystal-overdrive @ghostcouncil @weaveandwood @sinelaborenihilsr2 @dutifullylazybread @notlikeparis

Relationship status: Been in a relationship since 2016! Also, taken by Gale Dekarios in my head. 💜

Sweet/savoury/spicy: Big, BIG sweet tooth.

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Sticks & Stones Chapter 4

A/N: Masterlist here for anyone who stumbled upon this, also yes I can tag you

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Dinner was uneventful, if quiet. You avoided looking in Mammon's' direction, but it was obvious he wasn't his normal self. His sunglasses were pushed high up on his face hiding his eyes and you noted how his hair was more my-hands-have-been-running-through-it-messy than artfully styled.

The rest of the night was quiet as well, the brothers giving you a wide berth. You did your own thing, just reading and showering until it was late enough to go to bed.

That night, you tossed and turned, having messed up your sleep schedule by napping most of the day away with Belphie.

Thoughts were circling your head, stinging like bees. Well, maybe more like hornets, or yellow jackets, because some stung again and again.

You missed Mammon, and it had only been a day. it was instinct to turn to him and say something or text him about whatever.

And anyway, it was obvious he was suffering too. he definitely felt bad, which made you feel bad, but you couldn't just forgive him for spilling everything to everyone, could you?

But the brothers were being strangely sweet about it, trying in their own ways it seemed, to make you feel better. You appreciated their efforts and knew there was truth behind their words, but sometimes there didn't seem like there was.

Kicking off your covers, you sighed, opening your door and making your way to the kitchen for a glass of water.

It wasn't too late, so if you could go to sleep quickly, you might be able to salvage some sleep, you thought, draining the glass.

Making your way back to your room, you almost wished you ran into someone else, but ended up back in your dark room, alone.

Falling asleep eventually, you had a dreamless night.

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The next morning, you pulled on your uniform, determined to act as normal as possible. You had to make up for the previous day, after all.

Making your way down to breakfast early, you stopped in the kitchen to see who was on cooking duty with you, you saw Satan's name on the roster on the fridge.

He would arrive eventually, so you started prep work, getting out the ingredients for pancakes, eggs, and bacon. None of the demons knew how to make a proper human breakfast, so you decided today was the day Satan was going to learn.

You had made it before, and for some reason, the boys thought it was super hard to make or something and were always very thankful when you did.

Humming to yourself, you turned to get milk from the fridge, jumping when you saw Satan standing in the doorway.

"Don't scare me like that," You called to him across the spacious kitchen, and he chuckled, pushing off the frame.

"Sorry."

He surveyed the counter where you had set everything.

"Are we making human food?"

You set the jug of milk on the counter. "If you're up to it, and want to learn."

He nodded, so you started the bacon, directing him on how to make the pancake batter. You knew he'd agree if you used the term 'learn', which is why you did.

To be honest, you didn't only want to make human food for the brothers, you wanted to eat something familiar and do something routine, as you had often made breakfast like this in the human realm.

It was funny, you thought, that the brothers referred to your return to the human realm as going home. Didn't they know this was home to you now, or at least it felt like it?

"What do I do now?" Satan asked, and you looked over to see the batter done.

"If you take the bacon for a sec." You handed him the tongs, "I'll get this set up. Careful, the oil burns. Flip it when it looks like that piece." You pointed to a strip of bacon that was ready to be flipped.

Grabbing another pan, you oiled it and poured in enough batter for the first pancake.

The next few minutes were spent between flipping pancakes and getting bacon out of the pan. You were lucky Satan was a quick study and a decent cook, otherwise, you'd have a few things burned.

Covering the plates of bacon and pancakes in paper towel, you moved the bacon pan to the back and turned off the heat on the old pancake one.

"Alright, can you get a bowl from the cupboard?" You asked Satan over your shoulder as you were grabbing the eggs and he complied, returning the counter with what you asked.

"What now?"

"Start cracking eggs into it," You directed as you started to put away the stuff you were done with and filling the sink with hot water.

Satan handed you the bowl of eggs and you whisked them, adding a dash of salt and pepper.

You showed him how to scramble them and as he was doing that you washed the mixing bowls and other tools, setting them in the drying rack.

The only thing left to do was the two pans after you had finished wiping down the counter, but the cleanup crew could take care of that.

Getting out plates and silverware for everyone, you set the table as Satan brought out the food. Everything was still warm, thanks to the hot plates, and you still had a few minutes before breakfast officially began.

Sitting at the table, you waited for more of the brothers to come down.

"Oh, MC," Satan said from across the table, and you looked up.

"I have to go into town to do some shopping later today. Want to come with me? We can get anything you need as well." He continued, and you nodded, shooting him a smile.

Satan wasn't the most welcoming of the demons but you found you spent quite a bit of time with him anyway. He often invited you along with him, whether it was to the library to town, or just to read or hang out in his room.

You thought he appreciated having someone quiet around, and you, he, and Asmo would sometimes do things together as you noticed they seemed close as well.

Looking up again you noticed him watching you.

"Spit it out," You told him, and he chuckled.

"Cutting right to the chase, huh?" His eyes flicked to yours and you nodded.

"I figure it's your turn to give me a big speech or whatever."

"I guess you're right." He tilted his head. "MC, you do remember I'm the avatar of wrath, right?"

Confused about where he was going with this, you nodded again.

"Well then you know I like to crush anything that gets in my way or brings me down." He paused and you weren't sure if he was asking a question or not.

"I guess," You finally decided on, and he seemed amused, dropping the eye contact he had with you and letting out a laugh.

"That includes myself. I don't know how it is for you, but I won't stand for weakness, and thoughts like "I'm not good enough" or whatever count as weakness to me." Satan rested his hands on the table. "Understand?"

You shrugged. "I could try that, but that's not really how it works for us not born out of pure spite and wrath," You joked, and he lifted an eyebrow.

"Well, if you feel that way, I don't mind stopping any insecurities for you," He offered, and before you could say anything, Lucifer, Levi, and Beel arrived, right on time.

"Awww yes! Human food! MC, you are the best!" Levi cried, sitting down next to you and getting his food.

"Aren't they?" Lucifer remarked dryly, and you rolled your eyes as Asmo came in.

"Who's the best? Surely me, right? MC, we still on for Saturday night?"

"Yep," You said as he sat next to you, putting some pancakes on your plate.

You were grateful everyone was being so normal around you, but after all, Mammon hadn't arrived yet.

Belphie came, but still no Mammon, which was odd. Usually, Belphie was the last down.

Knowing Mammon especially appreciated your cooking you set some aside for him, not willing to be mean even if you were upset at him.

"I'm going to run this upstairs to Mammon," You told Asmo, gesturing to the plate, "But then we can go."

Asmo took the plate gently from you, patting you on the arm. "Let me do it, okay?"

You agreed, and he disappeared up the stairs as you watched, your chest squeezing.

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