…should I Make A Series Of Sukuna Getting Used To New, Modern Things

hiiiii! since ur looking for sk8 the infinity requests and u seem to really like joe, how would joe react to an s/o who is short and not very physically strong. they're a bit on the chubby side too. if u want, u can add that they can skate?

Yippee!!! First sk8 request!!

...I got a little carried away, so I went a bit off topic at times......

I love him so much......

Cut it off a bit early due to the length, if I wrote any more I wouldn't be able to stop. So, this is what you're getting 😭

@i-am-thoroughly-confused this is your fault

Warnings ;; None, just Kojiro being silly and domestic

Relationship ;; Romantic

Type ;; Headcanons

Joe ;; Kojiro Nanjo

Kojiro is definitely willing to help you do anything that's physically demanding.

That includes: opening jars, opening the door for you, opening the car door, carrying you as he skates, even if you're capable of skating yourself.

Yes, he'll do basically anything you'd like him to do.

Make you an Italian dinner? ...he owns an Italian restaurant.

Make you any dinner in general? He's a cook.

Teach you how to skate, or teach you new tricks? He's known as Joe in S for a reason.

He's a very attached partner, no matter how chubby or skinny you happen to be. He's got enough muscle for both of you. Plus.. a lot more.

Because of the more parts to love, he's a bit.. grabby, to put it simply. He's not afraid of other people seeing, and he's perfectly willing to show you off to Kaoru... and literally everyone else under the sun.

In private, even if he's still a bit touchy, he's very gentle. Despite being incredibly strong, he does know the extent of his own strength.

Good luck getting out of his grip in the morning, the arm around you is tight and unmovable, at least until he wakes up.

He won't judge you for your lack of strength, but he will poke at your height every single chance he gets.

If you show even a small bit of dislike for it, he'll stop, as soon as he notices.

If you're in a genuine relationship with him, he seems like a genuinely different person, but it's clear he's still the same buff gorilla you fell in love with.

If you know about his skating in S, he'll invite you to every match.

If you're a skater in S yourself, he's at every match, even if he has women all over him, he's focusing on you the entire time.

Blitzø x Clingy!Reader

Question:

How does one be an assassin when they have a clingy romantic partner?

Answer:

they-

they don't-

Time to explore Blitzø running away from their romantic partner while in trying to shoot humans for money, only for it to end in cuddles! :3

𝐲𝐞𝐒.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, ...𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳ø

𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭... 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤? 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬... 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝-𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲.

𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝒔𝒐 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐕 𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡. "𝐎𝐡, 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

"𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞... 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩.

"𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞.. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨.. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭... 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?"

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩, "𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐕 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩. "𝐄𝐰, 𝐝𝐚𝐝, 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦."

Kny is great!! I lovr your work <33 ive actually been dying to see a angst/comfort fic where sanemi x reader get into an argument for whatever reason?? Creative liberties on that one idk 😭 but then they make up after a while. I didnt see any kny-specific character list that you write for, so if sanemi isnt up your alley any character works, really. Thank youu <33

𝐍𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦!!!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲/𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠,

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭(?) 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

"𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.."

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. "𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧. "𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰.." 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. "𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞." 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝, "𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬... 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮..? 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨.. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞-" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟, 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. "𝐎𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲?" 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, "𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧!" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭? 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. "𝐈'𝐦... 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. "𝐈'𝐯𝐞.. 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝.. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬.

"𝐃𝐨.. 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠...?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲. "𝐍𝐨, 𝐧𝐨.. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞." 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐬𝐨-𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.."

The twins of luck

YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO PEOPLE!!!!!! YOU BRING JOY INTO THEIR LIVES!!!!!!!!!! YOU MAKE THEM HAPPY JUST BY EXISTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEOPLE THINK ABOUT YOU POSITIVELY EVEN WHEN YOURE NOT WITH THEM!!!!!!!!! PEOPLE LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LMFAO IM NOT MAD THAT'S JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY THOUGH

BECAUSE WHEN I POST THINGS, I GO THROUGH AND REREAD IT AGAIN THEN I WENT TO CHECK THE ACTIVITY AND IMMEDIATELY YOUR USER POPPED UP 😭

Bro... I just put out that itty bitty Azul fic and you almost immediately liked it..

you're so real for that, honestly

@thegayestmferintown

OH MY GOD HWLPME I WAS REFRESHING THE # IN CLASS AND I SAW SOMETHING NEW AND I READ IT AND I SAID holy shit they cooked so good omg AND THEN I LIKED IT I DIDN'T NOTICE I WAS THE FIRST LIKE AND YOU JUST PUBLISHED IT TJIS IS EMBARASSING HELPMEEE

“FUCK AI ART!!” We say in unison

FUCK AI ART

I told you I would send in a request, so here it is! This is an Obey Me one, if that's alright!

First off, have you ever seen Little Shop of Horrors? If not, please do! One, it's essential for this ask and it's also just a great movie! No pressure though!

Now, onto the real ask! So, if possible, I'd like to request a florist!MC. But a florist who's kind of like Seymour.

(Here's where the whole Little Shop of Horrors thing really comes in)

They come to the Devildom with Audrey II. It's got its roots wrapped around the MC's waist, and it's vines wrapped around their arms while snug. Of course, it's heavily off-putting because.. well. There's a humongous and terrifying plant just.. attached to this human.

But the brothers don't mind it, until months into the MC's stay as an exchange student when Audrey II starts talking. Then, they're all freaked out. They're even more freaked out when the MC is not only fine with it, but is willingly talking to it like it's normal!

(Bonus if they see the MC prick their finger and then just.. let Audrey II clean It off.)

(Yes, this came to me in a dream in the middle of a 20-minute-nap.)

So, what would the brothers think of this?

Feed Me Seymour!

05/17/2024 - 05/30/2024

Pairing: No pairing (you can think of the interactions as either platonic or romantic) Word Count: 3,351 Warnings: Reader pricks their finger, but they'll be alright; mentions of chapter 16 Gender: Gender Neutral (as it was not specified in the request) Tags: @g0dwat3r (if any of you would like to be added to my Obey Me taglist, please let me know)! Notes: Okay, I really love your brain Touya, because this is already a fantastic idea, but you know what I started thinking about? Morticia Addams. I don't know if you've seen the old Addams Family series, but Morticia has a carnivorous plant called Cleopatra, and I really wanted to include her in the story. I didn't, but I'm definitely thinking about writing it.

In which Y/N has a rather interesting plant friend(?)

"Congratulations!

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Royal Academy of Diavolo.

Please return this letter with your sign to confirm your participation.

We are looking forward to welcoming you as part of our new exchange program.

Yours sincerely,

Diavolo"

Huh? Royal Academy of Diavolo? Exchange Program? What was happening?

You tried to open your eyes, but there was nothing to see. Just pitch-blackness. It would have been more terrifying, but the soothing presence wrapped around your waist and arms helped. Quite a bit, at that. Clutching the stem of rice flowers close to your chest (although careful enough to not break the stem), you kept trying to see through the darkness for something, anything.

Soon enough, there was a voice. "We welcome you, human, to the demon student council."

The voice was stern, but pleasant, drawing your attention away from the darkness and to a room that was materializing in front of your eyes. It looked like a really goth courtroom, and you truly would have spent more time admiring the place if it wasn't for the ridiculously tall man who arose from the chief judge seat.

The man in question was handsome. Very much so. With burgundy hair, and a well-fitted suit, and skin so coppery sweet, it was no wonder that you couldn't help but stare.

And if you weren't so caught up in the man's appearance and the fact that you had no idea what on Earth was happening, perhaps you would have noticed that you weren't the only one staring.

You had to physically will yourself to pay attention not only to the man when he started speaking but the others in the room as well.

"Welcome to the Devildom, Y/N."

Astonishment enraptured your being for the simple reasons that this complete stranger somehow knew your name, and that every single person in the room was blessed with extremely good looks. The astonishment, unfortunately, did not go unnoticed.

"...Oh pardon me. Feeling a bit shocked, are we?" Asked the man with red hair. "Well that's understandable. You've only just arrived, after all." Arrived? Arrived where exactly? "As a human, it will probably take a little while for you to adjust to things here in the Devildom."

Okay yeah, this was some sort of really weird dream induced by your lack of sleep this past week. That's why there were really handsome dudes and that's why one was telling you weird stuff. Since it's a dream, there was no problem with going along with it, right?

"The Devildom?" You ask, feeling yourself relax a little more, now knowing that this is a dream.

"Yes, exactly, the Devildom. I see that you catch on quickly. Excellent." He replied.

Well, that didn't really answer anything.

You were about to ask for a better reply than that when he said, "I suppose I should start by introducing myself." Curious, you give him his moment. "My name is Diavolo. I am the ruler of of all demons, and all here know me." Cool. The dude's a demon king. Still not the weirdest thing you've ever dreamt. "And someday soon, I will be crowned king of the Devildom." Oh, he wasn't king yet. Then how's he a ruler already? You know what, it's probably best not to think too hard about it.

The so called ruler of the so called Devildom proceeded to explain about a school called R.A.D. and about a bunch of other stuff. The other demons (plus one that came in really late) introduced themselves as different demons of different avatars, and the more they spoke, the more you couldn't shake off a particular feeling.

It all felt too...real. You'd dreamt all sorts of things before, but a part of you somehow always knew that it was just a dream. But you didn't feel that this time. It felt far too real. The anxiety slowly crept back into your bones, a chilling effect settling over your being as your throat seemed to have something invisible lodged in it.

You tried telling them that you weren't meant to be here. That you were meant to be back home. You still had to finish your bouquet for Mrs. Harris, and you had a new shipment of peonies arriving in an hour. You hadn't finished watering all your plants. You hadn't cleaned up the shop. You still had so much left to do! You couldn't just be whisked away to some other world (that you still weren't entirely sure was a dream or not).

But alas.

You were told that there was no way they could send you back.

And if that wasn't bad enough, you had to go to school. You had assignments. You had tests. Oh and you were in what was basically hell.

Ain't that swell?

Throughout this whole ordeal, the plant around your waist remained dutifully wrapped around your figure, even nuzzling against your neck when she felt your discomfort.

Without much of a choice, you steeled yourself for the days in this foreign world that awaited you.

The latest human addition to R.A.D. was a little...odd. None of the brothers nor the demon prince in the room wished to point out the very large plant that had wrapped itself around the human like some manner of serpent, especially since the human was completely unbothered by it.

Most of the brothers found it odd, of course. Solomon never walked around with a giant plant stuck to him, but then again, Solomon wasn't necessarily normal himself. A few of the brothers didn't find it in themselves to keep their thoughts quiet. Mammon in particular straight up screeched when he saw the plant, and maintained his distance (both emotionally and physically) and still the human did not seem to mind the plant.

Asmo found the plant ugly.

That was really the only way he could describe it.

It was ugly.

Satan had read stories of plants like this. In one book he read, the plant ended up eating a whole bunch of people. He only hoped that this was not a case like that story.

Beelzebub didn't really have an opinion on the plant. He could eat it, but it didn't really look too appetizing.

Diavolo himself was worried at first, because he was sure that humans didn't simply walk around with giant plants attached to them. When he told Barbatos about this odd situation, the ever loyal butler offered to look into the matter discreetly.

He found nothing.

It had been many months since you had been whisked away to the Devildom (which you are now infinitely more familiar with). It was strange at first, and it took some getting used to, but you did it. Now, whenever you woke up to face the day ahead of you, you didn't do so in fear or anxiety or anything else.

You had grown accustomed to this new world.

In fact, you'd go so far as to say that you'd grown fond of the place.

Audrey II seemed to agree with this. Every morning, Audrey demanded a large meat dish to satisfy her hunger. The brothers assumed that you were a very hungry individual (Beel felt a deep hunger coming from you at all times), and didn't think much more of it. Every now and then, Audrey would crave a Backstabbing Sandwich (apparently it was particularly delicious), and you, having no other choice, entertained her food whims. What's the worst that could happen?

It was after the whole incident with Belphegor that you brought Audrey with you more often wherever you went. Though you and the brothers had slowly gotten past the incident, the trauma it left behind did not magically go away. Audrey II being the sweet thing she is, had no qualms to being carried around the Devildom (despite the lingering stares and questions that were thrown your way).

Today was a day that Audrey II would be coming with you. You were heading off to the flower shop you owned on Dogma Street. You originally were looking to open the shop at Silent Street, but Dogma Street caught your eye. The street itself was the biggest electronic district in the Devildom, and when you first proposed the idea to the brothers (and Diavolo and Barbatos) to open a flower shop there, they were quick to advice you not to. Why would you open a flower shop at a street primarily known for its electronics?

Still, you managed to push through, and you ended up becoming the quaint owner of a little shop next to an eatery on the street.

And wouldn't you know, it actually did pretty well.

Of course, since you were a student, you couldn't be at your shop full-time, and that's where two lesser demons come in - Terror and Dolor - a pair of siblings who often fought, but shared an interest in flora. They would take care of the shop in shifts, and seeing as you gave them the housing area right above the shop to stay in, you could make sure that they would be at your precious flower shop at (mostly) all times.

Today was planned to be their day off, which was fine by you, seeing as you hadn't been to the shop in a week and you desperately wanted to see your babies (plants) again.

You opened the door, causing a sweet bell to ring, signifying your arrival to your empoyees.

"Y/N!"

"You're back!"

Smiling, you greet your employees, Audrey still wrapped around you.

Terror and Dolor fawned over Audrey (they're really the only ones in the Devildom who do that apart from you) while you went inside to get your apron. Working at the flower shop had quite a few benefits. You could make your own money, go to work at your own time, and most importantly, you could be surrounded by the things that you love the most - flora (and Audrey).

Your flower shop was quaint (despite its large capacity). Many customers have complimented it, saying that it felt homely (which is exactly what you were going for, so mission accomplished successfully you supposed). Even Asmo loved the place, and oftentimes would post selfies from just about everywhere in your shop.

"Dolor, how's that order with the Bloody Acokanthera Oblongifolias going?" You asked the demon pruning Audrey II.

"Just finished it this morning! We shipped it along with the invoice for the flowers. The customer notified us that they would be making the payment by the end of today." Dolor replied.

Shooting a smile of satisfaction at him, you shooed the brothers out your shop, wishing for them to have a lovely day to do...well, whatever it was they did outside the shop. Right before they left, Terror told you that a certain demon butler had visited the shop earlier and left a letter for you, and how she placed it in your office.

With that in mind, you walked back into your shop, petting Audrey II as she sat on a table before walking into your office and grabbing the aforementioned letter.

Even without the knowledge from the siblings that Barbatos had delivered this letter to you, you would have been able to tell that it was he who wrote the letter. By this time in your adventures in the Devildom, you had come to recognize the handwriting of those you know. And while a few had impeccable writing (in cursive too), no one's writing was as elegant as Barbatos - not even Lucifer.

The letter read:

"Dearest Y/N, I am pleased to inform you that Lord Diavolo requires a fresh shipment of Dark Roses for an upcoming event at the castle. I sincerely apologize for the short notice, but please note that the master and I truly would have given you more time to prepare the notice had we been able to do so. We shall need enough roses to fill out the Crimson Room. I estimate that the number be around 50. We will need the roses delivered by tomorrow. Thank you, Barbatos"

You smiled, already having a good idea as to why the roses were needed. Some of the higher officials (not including the brothers you lived with) had been a little too finicky with their positions and though not a threat to the heir of the Devildom, they were starting to get on his nerves.

No matter.

Despite how sweet Diavolo seemed (and actually is), even the Crown Prince of the Devildom had his limits. Oh well. Those officials would get what was coming to them.

Your job was to simply provide the best roses for such an event.

With a newfound vigor, you made your way next door (you had originally bought two plots in the street and simply joined them together to create one shop. This area was where you kept some of your best grown flora (the rest were in an undisclosed location only you and a few others knew about). Typically, you the plants you grew in this area were popular - loads of customers would buy them. The rest of your plants were grown in the aforementioned undisclosed location. Despite this, there was one type of flower you grew in your shop which was by no means popular, but rather extremely rare.

Dark roses.

You fondly recall you and Barbatos planting a fresh batch of dark roses at the Demon Lord's Castle, and how he had given you some seeds to grow for yourself. What started off as a few roses quickly became much more, and now you were the exclusive propagator of dark roses in the Devildom. It was a monopoly you gladly encouraged (something Mammon also did).

The first step was to cut the roses. The roses had to be cut in a specific manner - a 45-degree angle and they had to be put in water immediately. This same method was used with roses back in the human realm (and gardeners would use the stems to grow new roses out of), but there was one key difference between the roses from back home and the dark roses in the Devildom. One of them could actually survive a little while without having to be immediately placed in water.

The other could not.

And that's part of the reason why dark roses were so rare in the Devildom. They were ridiculously hard to grow in the first place, but cutting them was an even bigger pain.

Luckily, you had loads of experience with these finicky things, so you had this in the bag.

After some time, you'd harvested almost 60 roses (some extras, just in case), and it was time to remove the thorns from their stems. Removing the thorns from the roses could be done using one of two different tools you had available in your shop. The first one were rose thorn cutters (made specifically for that purpose) that didn't look too different from a pair of nail cutters. The logic was that you'd slide the tool up to the top of the stem, press down on the handles gently, and then drag it down the stem, thus cutting off the thorns.

Though very efficient, the second tool was your favorite - a simply knife. Roses were woody in nature, so all you had to do was simply slice all around the stem of the flower. Admittedly, this took a lot more time than the thorn cutters, but in a way, it was stress relieving. You were sure that you'd end up using the thorn cutters, but you'd enjoy using the knife for as long as you could.

And so you got to work - de-thorning all 60 something roses by hand.

You'd gotten through more than half of the roses when you heard the bell of your shop jingle. Turning around, you saw none other than the brothers you shared a house with. But in doing so, you'd accidentally run the blade of the tool you were using right across your finger.

Woops.

Hissing, you pulled your gaze from the brothers and back to your finger. You could see the cut, but it took a moment for the blood to come out. It was painful, and you weren't too good with cuts (a little ironic, considering your profession), but before you could whisk your finger away to wash off the blood, Audrey II yelled, "Feed me! I'm starving" before she chomped down on your finger.

Of course, she didn't actually bite off your finger, but she sucked the blood out, and it made your finger more sore than it was already.

It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, of course. You'd gotten hurt loads of times when working (and even when you weren't working), and if there was blood (which there usually was), Audrey would just lick it off for your. Same old.

The brothers had seen you talk to Audrey II plenty of times before, hell (literally), you'd talk to just about every plant you came across, but never had they seen Audrey II talk to you.

If that wasn't shock enough, you just wiped your hands down on your apron before turning back to face the brothers and greet them with a smile as though you hadn't just nicked yourself and had your plant(?) lick your finger for you.

Of course, the greeting faltered on your tongue as soon as you saw the faces of the brothers.

Asmodeus spoke up first.

"Sweetie, your plant just talked!"

"Yeah?" You asked rhetorically. "What about it?" You watched as the brothers tried (and failed) to come up with words to say, although you didn't really understand why they were struggling so. Even Levi was stunned. In an attempt to make a joke (and to stifle the stifling atmosphere), you said, "It's not like you guys didn't know that Audrey could talk."

One look at their faces, and you knew that you were wrong.

"Wait, you guys actually didn't know that Audrey could talk!?" You asked, stunned at this new revelation.

At last, Lucifer gathered himself. "Ahem. We were not made...aware of the fact that your plant was sentient." He sure looked uncomfortable trying to explain his mind without offending you or Audrey.

"What do you think all that meat was being delivered for every morning Lucifer?" You asked sardonically.

"Wait, I thought that yer the one eatin all that meat!" Mammon exclaimed. Bewildered, you shot him a look conveying as such.

"How the hell would I eat 2 whole pounds of meat every single day genius?" You retorted.

"We just thought you were hungry." Beel offered.

"I'm a human. I'd literally die if I ate that much meat every. single. day." You enunciated the last words.

"I'm rather fascinated by Audrey II. How did you come to meet? Was she always this size? Did she always have a deep carnivorous craving?" Satan asked consecutively. Before you had a chance to answer any of them though, he continued, "Actually, now that I think about it, it makes sense! I've been an utter idiot! All the signs were there, and I've read about these kind of plants in A Complete Guide to Carnivorous Plants and How to Care for Them!"

You didn't even bother reminding him that you were the one who recommended the book to him.

Belphegor seemed to be the most chill (although you could still see some semblance of surprise on his sleepy visage).

Figuring that this was probably going to take a while, and you had a whole bunch of Dark Roses to prepare, you invited everyone to grab a chair and sit while you worked.

It turned out to be a good choice, because you ended up finishing a few hours after you'd originally thought you'd finish, and by the end of the day, Audrey had made (official) friends with each of the brothers. In fact, you would say that Audrey and Asmo got along particularly well.

And yes, the roses turned out spectacularly, and the House of Lords were reminded once again of who was truly in charge.

Author's Note: I took some liberty with the Reader's personality in this fic. Seymour's a very timid guy, and (spoiler alert), that's what ultimately lead to his demise (in my opinion). Being thrust into a world full of demons, I think you're gonna need a little more tenacity that Seymour, so I made the Reader timid, but not Seymour-level timid (if that makes sense). The second thing I took a decent amount of liberty with is making Audrey II not entirely evil. She is after all a villain in the original story, but I made Audrey a little bit like Cleopatra. (Sorry if that's not what you wanted)! Masterlist