a/n: thank you so much for the request! i’m so glad this game has gotten me out of my two-year hiatus TvT these prompts are from my prompt list. but feel free to send me any original ideas you may have!
prompts: “i’m serious!”/ “…you’re smiling.” • “how much did you drink?” • “i’m not that drunk!”
*cross-posted on ao3
“We’re closed.”
Eddie’s gruff voice called out, not even bothering to look up from the glasses he was polishing. He expected the wayward patron to leave, the familiar squeak of the door signaling their departure. What he didn’t expect was to hear a voice, one he’s grown to know as Beverly.
“I know, I know. But it’s… important?”
This garnered Eddie’s attention, as his eyes located the personified mini bar, he noticed another being. Slumped against Beverly, with all the poise of a fawn learning how to walk, was you. Immediately, a sense of both irritation and protectiveness washed over Eddie. He moved from behind the bar, making his way over. “What did you do?” He asked, his expression dark and stoic but his voice giving away his concern. Beverly shrunk slightly under Eddie’s fierce gaze, laughing nervously,
“Well.. they offered to help me test out some new drinks, right? So, we started with mocktails and gradually made our way to cocktails and it.. just… kept.. going?”
Eddie just stared and Beverly continued her spiel.
“I did eventually cut them off, obviously. But we were having so much fun and they were complimenting my drink making. And you know business has been slow and they’re literally my only customer–”
“Yeah, yeah. I got it.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Eddie took a deep breath. “You couldn’t take them to Betty? Having them sleep it off is a better idea than taking them to another bar.” He stated. “They specifically asked for you and Volt. And I know you know how stubborn drunk people are.” Beverly explained, hoisting you up a little. While Eddie’s expression remained neutral, the subtle heat of his face flushing wasn’t lost on him. “Right. I guess we can–”
“Is that our live wire, I see?”
“Volt!”
For the first time since entering the Breaker Box, you spoke. Arms extending out as Volt approached, nearly face planting if it weren’t for him catching and holding you steady. As happy as he was to see you, Volt was perplexed by your drunken state. Normally, you never have more than two drinks with them so this was new. Volt looks at Eddie, a silent question in his expression. “Beverly had them test out several new drinks, many of which were alcoholic. Clearly.” Eddie stated, his sharp gaze never leaving Beverly. Another nervous chuckle escaped the minibar, “Haha, well I guess I better go. Bye!” And just like that she was gone.
Volt chuckled to himself, not taking this nearly as seriously as Eddie was. You could feel his laugh reverberate in chest, making you nuzzle into him more. Eddie just took in your state, as if contemplating on what to do next. “How much did you have to drink, hm?” Volt inquired, leaning his head down slightly to look you in the eye. You shrugged, meeting his gaze, “I dunno, like five? Six-ish?” You answered, your voice slurred. “They’re still coherent, that’s good.” Eddie commented, moving back to the bar to get, what you assumed is, water. Your bottom lip jutted out a bit and eyebrows furrowed, as Volt gently guided you to a booth.
“Don’t talk like ‘m not here.”
“Sorry.”
Once you sat down, Volt slid in the booth next to you, taking the glass of water Eddie handed to him and slid it in front of you. “Don’t take it personally, live wire. That’s Eddie’s way of showing he’s worried.” He explained. “I’m not worried. You had a few drinks, I don’t care. I’m more concerned about you drinking yourself into a state like this.” Eddie rebutted, deciding to stand rather than sit, subconsciously cracking his knuckles as he spoke. “What? ‘m not even that drunk!” You exclaimed, your voice way too loud considering the three of you were in close proximity to each other. “Right. Like you weren’t barely standing when Beverly brought you here. And damn near fell when Volt came over. Totally sober.” Eddie remarked, a sarcastic lit to his voice. Your brows furrowed once more as you looked off to the side, “You’re mean.” You comment, resting an elbow on the table along with your head in your hand.
Eddie scoffed in disbelief, looking to Volt for back up. “You are being a bit harsh, Eddie.” Volt added, a small smile still on his lips, clearly enjoying whatever this is. Eddie starts to speak before cutting himself off and sighing. He squats down on your side of the booth, a gentle hand taking residence on your knee. “Look. I don’t mean to be mean, I just– what if Beverly didn’t decide to escort you here? What if you decided to head here on your own? And you tripped on the stairs or something, breaking Skylar in the process. You could hurt yourself or worse and at the end of the day we’re still just objects. You would’ve been on your own.” Eddie stated, taking a breath. You hadn’t thought of that, though your thoughts were a bit scrambled in general at the moment. But, nevertheless, Eddie’s words resonated with you.
“You’re right, ‘m sorry for making you worry..”
“I’m not– it’s fine.”
Standing back up, Eddie gestures for you to scoot over and you oblige. Now sandwiched between the two, Volt slides the forgotten glass of water in front of you. “You should drink some, just to sober up a bit, yeah?” He suggests. You start to whine but Eddie isn’t having it, “Drink the water, it’s non-negotiable” He states, tapping the side of the glass. You huff and drink a tiny sip, drinking some more when Eddie gives you a look. “How are you feeling overall?” Volt hums, his arm draping over your shoulder and rubbing your arm a bit. “Tired, nauseous–” You start. “Don’t throw up.” Eddied interjected. “I wasn’t planning on it?” You reply, rolling your eyes.
Volt laughs at the banter, “That’s our live wire. You’re definitely feeling better if you’re giving Eddie an attitude” He comments. You sigh, leaning against Eddie, your eyes fluttering close. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in your bed?” He asks, seemingly opposed but shifting to make you more comfortable. You say nothing, shaking your head as a response, turning to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. “You smell good.” You hum sleepily, inhaling his scent deeply. Sober you would be absolutely mortified by your drunk actions but that was a tomorrow problem. Volt snickered, coughing into his hand in a poor attempt to disguise it. He busied his hands, taking hold of your legs and lifting them up into his lap, stroking your calf gently as your breathing begins to even out.
Eventually, the pair felt your body relax completely, a clear indicator that you were asleep. “Should we take them to Betty?” Eddie asked quietly as his hand hesitantly came to stroke your side. “What? You don’t want to be their bed for the night?” Volt teased, smiling widely as a blush bloomed across Eddie’s face. “No. Skylar’s eventually gonna run outta charge and we have no idea of knowing when.” He stated, looking off to the side. “That’s true.. But do you really think they’re going to let us move them? They look mighty comfortable snuggled up next to you.” Volt chuckles, vaguely gesturing at your sleeping form. You were completely pressed against Eddie, face in his neck, one arm loosely wrapped around his waist, while your legs were resting on Volt’s lap. Eddie closed his eyes, huffing in response, he knew Volt was right.
“I didn’t finish closing.”
“Hm.”
“All that prep work is gonna be a bitch tomorrow.”
“Right.”
“But…”
“But?”
“I guess I don’t mind.. staying here… like.. this.”
This time Volt didn’t tease, just hummed slightly, acknowledging Eddie’s words. And so they sat, the two of them with you sandwiched in between them. “You know.. if this is the only way to get you to slow down and take a break, maybe our live wire should get drunk more often.” Volt commented, smirking slightly when Eddie groaned. “God no. They better not make this a habit, you’re both already enough to deal with sober. We don’t need to add alcohol in the mix.” He muttered. There was a brief silence before Volt spoke again. “You really care about them, hm?” Volt asked softly, knowing that being vulnerable wasn’t Eddie’s strong suit. Eddie stayed silent for a moment. “I mean, yeah. Don’t you?” He replied, the question rhetorical.
“Of course, I just didn’t know about all your worries, have you always felt like that?” Volt continued, his eyes somber. “Not always but recently.. I don’t know. I guess you can say they’ve grown on me. And it doesn't help that this house is so big and that they're so clumsy. Anything can happen and we’d be none the wiser.” Eddie explained, his eyes downcast as he continued to rub your side gently. He sighed deeply, looking as though admitting his worries took years off his lifespan. “I really didn’t mean to be so.. y’know? They can just be so careless sometimes and it’s concerning. But I could’ve chosen my words better.” He admits. Volt nods, “You’ve never been too good with people. But you’re good with them, you apologize and explain your reasoning. I think they understand and don’t hold it against you.” Volt replies, reaching over to pat Eddie’s shoulder.
A beep emanated from your glasses, disrupting the peaceful atmosphere, most likely indicating a low charge.
“I guess that’s our cue.” Eddie muttered, his grip on your shirt tightening slightly. “Do you want to take them or should I?” Volt asked, knowing that at least one of them should stay behind, just to keep an eye on the Breaker Box. Eddie lifted you off of him slightly, pausing as you mumbled something incoherent, before looking to Volt. “You can take them. I’ll stay here.” He answers. Volt gives him a look, almost as if to say, “Are you sure?” But Eddie waves him off. Volt gently moves your legs off him, moving to stand and swiftly takes you into his arms. Immediately, you're nuzzling into his neck next, as if your body craves that closeness. “I had no idea our live wire was so cuddly.” He comments, his head dipping down to kiss your forehead. Eddie says nothing as he stands as well, moving towards you and planting a chaste kiss on your cheek. Already feeling Volt’s stare and hundred watt smile, Eddie groans.
“Don’t say shit.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“But you want to.”
“Nope, I’m so serious about this.”
“...you’re smiling.”
And it was true, Volt was smiling, glad to know both of them have mutual feelings toward you. “I’ll be back.” He says, making his way to the entrance. Eddie nods silently watching the two of you leave. God, you were going to be the end of him.
The next morning, you woke up with the worst cotton mouth you’ve ever experienced to date. And the pounding in your head made it no better. You were for sure saying no to Beverly next time she offered bottomless taste testing. You turn over, placing your pillow over your face, in a poor attempt to block out the sun. You could just close Curt and Rod but if you got up, you were afraid the vertigo would hit you hard. Eventually, you removed the pillow, only to notice something on your nightstand. A glass of water, a small cup with three pills in it, and a note. Undoubtedly from Eddie and Volt, just from the tone alone.
Ok so you did the one when us the reader is pregnant, what if the reader had the baby?? What would think the Dateables would do?? How would they help the reader??
DATE EVERYTHING! SCENARIOS
Single! Pregnant! Mom Reader! x Dateables CONTINUATION
Single! Mom Reader x Dateables
Baby & Dateables
Part 1, Part 2, Reggie's Part
Due to popular Demand, I have finally made a part 2 of this particular scenario, but this time it will feature after the Reader gave birth. So here's a treat everyone 😁 who wanted a continuation.
The Baby will be refered to as they/them or genderless for now, it's up to you on what they're gender is.
"You know...I haven't been breastfed as a child..." Tony wiggled his eyebrows as he looks at you while feeding your newborn.
You just narrowed your eyes at him then flicked his forehead, which he responded by a resounding yelp.
You then remind him of his current task on making sure that the newly built crib that he made is safe for your child. Which he immediately went to check on again.
It's been a few days passed ever since you gave birth to your little miracle. And you still remember the reactions of the objects when your water broke.
You giggled remembering that time as you slightly remembered Florence appearing and ordering Phoenicia to call the ambulance, as Celia is consoling you and calling someone to carry you to Koa. Farya teaching you breathing exercises and Teddy helping you calm your nerves until the ambulance came.
You vaguely remember leaving the dateviators to someone as the paramedics took you to the hospital where you gave birth.
Fast Forward when you finally got home carrying your newborn to your home. You saw the dateviators in the couch and remembered about the others.
As you put them on you're immediately surrounded by the objects asking you if you're ok and also about the baby as well. As you show them your little pride of joy in your arms there worries turned into relief as they cooed in the appearance of your newborn.
Then you remember Dorian, Farya and Celia controlling the crowd telling them to see you in another time to not overwhelm you as Dorian took you into his arms bridal style with your baby in your chest to bring you to your bedroom. You told Dorian that you could just walk to your bedroom but he insisted in carrying you so Farya could check on you and the baby.
You feel bad about leaving them while you're in the hospital but Celia told you not to worry about them and they understood the circumstances of your birth and they have been preparing your return while you're in the hospital.
You then smile as Dorian settled you into Betty as she and Mateo already prepared the other side of the bed with a blanket and small pillows to put your baby in.
After Farya's done with her check up in which she concluded that you are both healthy which you and the others are thankful for. she then excused herself and the Mayor as they went back to their respective places.
Then you feel yourself getting lighthearted as you watch your newborn rest. as the fears since you've returned melt away as you remembered the objects care for you which will soon be applied to your newborn as well.
You smile fondly remembering that time, as you sat in a chair near your bedroom as you began rocking your child to sleep again after they are done suckling.
Then you felt Chairemi coo at your newborn admiring their adorable face as Curt & Rod manifested to talk about your baby in hushed whispers as to not disturb your child.
A new surprise then happened when you thought that the ability to see the objects can only happen with the dateviators on. But you were surprised when your baby first opened their eyes and smiled at the first object they set their eyes upon in the middle of the night.
Which is Mateo who was very much shocked as he slowly let's one of his fingers close to the baby which they grabbed and cooed. Which made his heart swell with cuteness.
He then informed you and the others regarding this information which the other objects took in with excitement at the new revelation.
Because of that as time passes in your household all objects have settled a new routine with you and your baby. With nearly all of them being willing babysitters everytime you need to focus on your work or needing a break.
For example, whenever your child cries as they noticed you're gone when they woke up, they would immediately be calmed down by either Betty, Teddy, Dorian or Ben-Hwa who despite being a very bold is surprisingly good at calming down your baby with their smooth voice and calm demeanor.
Some objects immediately step in to carry your baby when they wake up so they could hang-out with them. With explicit instructions from you on how to carry your child.
Some objects would carry your child to let them in on some very child-safe activities which will be monitored by Dorian or Wallace to make sure your child is safe and also meeting their needs whenever they needed it.
Some activities which includes The Hanks letting the little house homie watch some of their stunts as the baby laughs in excitement at the group being boisterous and fun.
In the Home Gym, when the baby will eventually will be passed on by each of the objects in the Gym, Each of them either talking to the baby about their activities with Kristof telling the baby on how they will be a strong warrior someday, With Dunk and Shelley probably trying to teach the baby on how to crawl or roll over to impress you and with Stepford on which your baby immediately took a liking to him from how shiny he looks and looking at the Trophy with wonder.
Sometimes the objects in the attic will come down and look after your little love, infact some of them are very good babysitters.
Lady Memoria will reminisce and talk to you (if you're present) and your baby about your similarities and will also use some of your old toys from back when you were a kid for your baby.
Infact she probably was the one who helped you organized some old stuff from your attic to be reused or gifted to your child. Which you will be grateful for.
Sophia may come off as a suprise when being a babysitter for your child. You thought that since she despises disobedience she will be very annoyed at your baby who can't even comprehend things yet.
But you were shock on how good she is when she strutted in your office, carrying your baby who looks quite calm despite the big oversized black sunglasses in their eyes in her arms demanding you where you keep your child's formula and bottles so she could bottle-feed them.
You later found out that she was basically Monique's parental figure since she also can be a bit protective as her duty as a safe.
Speaking of Monique she is also quite helpful in doing some budgeting for your baby's needs and also for some reason, decides to teach your baby about how finances and budgeting works which your child just looks at them cutely while sucking on their pacifier.
And there is also Hector who pretty much cherishes your baby holding them in a way that a good father should. With his calming voice and loving demeanor which made him one of the best babysitters in your household.
At some point just like how Dunk and Shelley are trying to teach your child on how to roll or crawl on their own. There will be a little competition on who could teach/help your baby on achieving their very firsts so they could impress you.
With Phoenicia and Lady Memoria being there to take pictures and memories for every first achievement your baby does which is kinda wholesome.
Like with the Kitchen crew where the moment there's a green light on your baby being ready for solid foods they will be the very first to feed them.
As you sat in one of the Dining room chairs with your daughter/son in your lap you see Mitchell and the others preparing various foods for your child to try, you can't help but feel happy as you see their eagerness for another milestone for your child.
As they are done preparing the various foods each of them take turns on making your baby try some of the foods which includes some fruit and vegetable puree, infant cereals and more...
On which of them take in on every reaction your child makes to each food and making sure that they are not allergic to any food. Sometimes your child's reaction made them laugh like the one where Freddy made them try their first lemon slice which made say a few 'awws' and giggles as your child recoiled from the sour.
Then during bath time or change time you see Jean-Loo being the expert on changing the diapers on your baby whenever they poop or pee themselves which kinda makes sense.
And then there's Rebel who was warned by multiple dateables to watch their language whenever their around your baby. Which they are very annoyed by which is why they try to avoid your baby whenever it's bath time.
But unfortunately your baby quite likes them for some reason. infact whenever they see Rebel they start reaching out their little baby arms to them and cooing like their asking them to carry or just wanting to touch their yellow wing-like arms.
And as much as Rebel wants to leave they can't help but stay, cause the baby starts crying in fear of their favorite rubber ducky leaving. Which some of the other objects in present giggle and tease Rebel about it which will they respond with a glare or a hidden middle finger.
As some objects volunteer in being babysitters each have their own way on making sure your baby is taken care of. whether it will be them talking about their hobbies or just overall doing odd stuff to make sure your baby doesn't cry.
For example, You see some gossipy objects like Wyndolyn, Curt & Rod, Bathsheba, Scandalabra and Tina include your baby in their whenever the do a little gossip, one of them will hold your child in your lap as they talk. They would occasionally ask your baby something which the baby then respond in random babbles and sounds. Which they respond in "I know right?!" , "Preach it little man" , "Oh you are Soo right!" surrounding your child in laughs and entertainment on which your baby enjoys.
Some Calmer objects with good aura and a approachable presence are very good in keeping your child asleep.
Which include Teddy (obviously) in which your baby made him their favorite napping spot because of their storytelling, Betty, Koa, Able, Stefan and Gaia whom are also good napping spots when they're being carried.
And for your child's development and creativity Lyric, Keyes, Rainey, Miranda, Mac, Artt and Telly will help with your child's learning and artistic development.
As Keyes, Miranda and Rainey sing and perform for you and your Baby you see your darling's eyes grow wide with wonder as they smile and babble when those three performed.
Which is kinda funny as your child also reacts the same way when Johnny Splash and Jean-Loo performs as well.
Telly will make sure to show your child some educational and fun shows. None of those brainrot stuff. Infact there is a chance your baby will be shown some songs from Gracie's corner or shown some cartoon like Bluey or turn on some old cartoons like The Backyardigans. Your child will definitely grow up to be creative 😊
As your Child learns how to dance because of the shows and music televised by Telly, their little arms and legs waving in excitement while laughing. They will be joined by Bodhi who starts to dance and sing with your child.
Speaking of Creativity as they are exposed to Lyric and Artt they will soon learn on how to create art and stories. There will be a time where your child show you their creativity; either through a painting/drawing of you and them or a story that they made by themselves.
This will help them in their critical thinking skills in the future as both Chance and Parker and the rest of the Office Crew whenever they have one of their G&G game sessions. Sometimes they even let your baby join as an adorable character in each sessions.
There will be some objects who can get a bit protective. Like Bobby Pinn who at first will be all tough and uncaring at first saying that a baby is not that useful in a criminal empire.
Then you saw them crying while holding the baby as they cuddle them. Saying that they'll protect them no matter what. 🥹
Like Captain Jaques Pierrot who have decided to promote your child as his 'cabin boy' which sooner or later will be the 'first mate' of his crew. Despite the odd titles he gave to your daughter/son, Jaques will hold your baby gently as they interact with his eye patch wearing chick. Who your baby loves to touch it's fluffy feathers.
As the night falls and everyone lay to rest including you, Your baby will dream of Nightmare but this nightmare will not scare them. Oh no, infact Nightmare herself cherishes your little spawn as your baby looks at them with no fear as they smile, letting your little spawn laugh as they play with her various heads and arms, each eyes looking at your beloved spawn with fondness.
At some point each night you woke up urgently as you hear your baby cry. As you approach them to feed- you see a white shirtless figure already doing it.
Doug holds your baby in his arms talking to them with that deadpan voice of his on how they nearly woke up the entire household with their cries, making the others think that their hurt but no, you're just hungry. Doug says as he holds the milk bottle in his other hand as he talks to your child with no malice despite the words. You just smile fondly, That even Existential Dread himself can exist for your child without the feeling itself.
At some point you get confused, lost and wonder on how you can raise the little human. Despite the others saying that they will help you in any way they can nearly all of them have no experience in babies well except for one.
Mikey Transaction will guide you in childcare in anyway he can, as he got 3 kids himself. He is also one of the best babysitters in the home easily making your child laugh and relax and maybe someday he'll introduce you to his Kids as well.
Another contender for being good with childcare is Winnifred as she makes sure that every bath time the water is in perfect temperature. As she joins in the bath with you as she hugs you like a lover as you both make sure your baby is clean including yourself. And also making sure that every baby bottle or pacifier is sterilized and the milk formula will be warm enough for your baby.
During the time after you gave birth you will probably get a video call or text from your dearest friend Sam as she demands pics of your child and also will join you in shopping with your child as sooner or later will call her Auntie Sam.
As time passes with each day hearing laughter and feeling love, as your child grows up with the love and care they deserve. You begin sigh watching them hangout with various objects and concepts in the house each caring for your baby in their own unique way
You thought to yourself that you will be alone, being scared of the growing life inside of you. But as you watch your beloved child smile all your worries melt away.
As you feel someone's arms hold you in your waist you remember that you are no longer alone. As you have your friends and lovers beside you with your baby. You know that you will never feel that you're not enough ever again.
After all Home is where the heart is- as each day is filled with the love you have for your child and family.
Hi!can I ask a really short gn!MC(like 140/4'8) that can actually beat everyone's ass with the side characters?Thx!idk if your ask are open,if not ignore this
They sure are, thanks for sending this in! I’m assuming you mean the four dateables when you say side characters, but if not, feel free to send this in again, so I can rectify! These got long I’m sorry.
Also, these can be read as platonic or romantic. It’s ambiguous!
They react to a really short MC that can kick ass
Genre: SFW, Crackish
Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon Ft. Luke
Pronouns: GN (You/Your | They/Them)
CW: | Swearing | Fights |
Requests are OPEN, guys!
Diavolo
• When you first arrived to the Devildom, Diavolo didn't seem to take notice of your short stature — not a single comment. Focused on the excitement of welcoming a human to his realm, he greeted you with open arms, a large grin that could put the bright sun of your realm to shame, and boisterous laughter that filled the council room. Nothing out of character for the prince. He was, truly and solely, basking in the fact that his passion project was about to officially take place.
• It wasn't until one of the brothers present during your arrival — Asmodeus, if he recalled — cooed about your height that he truly took notice. When Diavolo fully examined your appearance... oh, oh.
• You were so tiny. All demons present in the room towered over you by quite a lot, even Asmodeus, despite being the shortest of the seven brothers. Honestly, Diavolo wondered if they had accidentally summoned a teenage human, going as far as to subtly lean towards Barbatos, asking if they had summoned the right human.
• But no, there had been no mistake, you were the human that had been picked for the program.
• As Lucifer took over, explaining the premises of the program, Diavolo’s grin didn’t falter, and he didn’t let it show in his posture or facial expression that his thoughts were running a mile a minute.
• Fear. Worry. Nervousness. Utter bafflement. The man nearly had an existential crisis on the spot.
• How?? How were you going to survive a full year down here? To Diavolo, you looked like a wee, fragile little thing. He was so worried that you’d be targeted by some of the rowdier demons. I mean, Beelzebub could make a midnight snack out of you under five seconds — Diavolo knew that the sixth-born wouldn’t, but still!
• Even though you were under the protection of the seven brothers, worry still ate him up. He would consistently check in with Lucifer, wanting to know how you were adjusting to the Devildom.
• Diavolo didn't know how to handle you at first, and it was quite comical to everyone around him. Should he bend or kneel to your level when talking to you? Should he talk softly, as if speaking to a frightened kitten??
• Nearly looked up 'How to talk to small human' online.
• Really, he was just afraid of frightening you. Diavolo knew just how stuffy and stiff others were around him due to his status, and he genuinely and wholeheartedly wanted you to feel comfortable around him. He was aware of how tall and broad he was, and how intimidating his power and title made him.
• And although he was relieved when he figured you weren't afraid of his presence and even enjoyed his company, he still acted as a worried mother hen. Keeping a watchful eye on you, analyzing every interaction you had with demons that weren't the brothers and keeping tabs on you by asking Lucifer for some reports, or directly checking in on you by text.
• With all of his stalking observations, of course Diavolo caught on to that one demon who looked at you hungrily. He could practically see them salivating at the thought of devouring your soul every time you walked by.
• The demon prince did not like that. Not one bit. Not only was this demon clearly having thoughts about harming a precious exchange student, but they were also thinking of harming someone who had grown to be personally precious to Diavolo himself.
• Luckily for the demon — and your safety — they had never actually been bold enough to attempt harming you, but still Diavolo remained vigilant.
• That luck ran out at one of Diavolo's many parties at the castle. It was a more casual party, and so demons of all social status were invited. Of course, you were there, accompanied by your seven friends and bodyguards closely trailing after you. However, there had been a point where you needed some fresh air to decompress from the crowd, and so, you sneaked away from the brothers, heading to a balcony.
• What you didn't notice that Diavolo had, was that the demon that had been stalking you at RAD was present at the party, and upon seeing you wander away from the party and the brothers, followed you to the balcony with a ravenous look in their eyes.
• And, oh no, that would not stand. With his face hardened and wings flared threateningly, Diavolo took quick and strong strides after the demon.
• He had made it to the balcony at the moment that the demon grabbed you by the waist, spinning you around and baring his fangs at you, muttering about how they 'finally had you where they wanted, and that you smelled absolutely divine.'
• Everything that happened afterwards was a blur; it all happened so fast. Your surprised expression contorted into a hardened glare before you gripped the demon's wrist, turned around as you flipped them over your shoulder in a fluid, effortless motion, and then dangled them in the air off the balcony.
• Diavolo was floored. He watched as the demon shrieked pleas and apologies, begging for you to spare their life, while you remained poised and silent. Eventually, you yanked them back up with enough force that had the demon falling to their knees as they panted from the frightful experience.
• When you noticed Diavolo's presence, you panicked. Bowing to him and spewing apologies about your 'inexcusable behaviour.' He had to raise his hand to stop your tangent, and he swore his heart melted when you looked at him with expectant, glossy eyes.
• It took Dia a while to get his bearings, but when he did, he crossed his arms and let out his signature, boisterous laughter; his once tense posture relaxing.
"Well now, that was most certainly unexpected. And here I was worried that your life would be in constant jeopardy down in the Devildom. Was I ever wrong? There is no need to apologize, you were acting in self-defence."
• The demon who had attempted to attack you tried to sneak away, but they were stopped by Diavolo's hand holding a harsh grip on their shoulder. Although his grin didn't falter, they could feel the sinister aura emitting from the prince.
"I believe that a little chat is in order, don't you think?"
Barbatos
• Barbatos knew what to expect of you when you first came to the Devildom and was most likely the least surprised or affected by your height. Don't be mistaken, he did find you rather cute, looking all meek on the floor as your wide, hesitant eyes glanced at the various demons towering over you.
• And although the royal butler wore his usual nonchalant expression, he certainly felt a tinge of amusement as he watched Diavolo slowly have an internal meltdown, thinking you were a goner before the program even began.
• Barbatos found it funny because he knew.
• After all, he had been tasked with looking into parts of your past and future, gauging you as a person in order to make sure that you were a rightful pick for the program. Barbatos had seen your capabilities within various timelines. He knew that, despite appearances, you were a storm waiting to ravage villages, given the right circumstances.
• While others panicked about your well-being and wondered how long you were going to survive looking as weak as you did, Barbatos held absolutely no fear, for he knew that you would be just fine.
• But he didn't tell anyone. He didn't feel it to be necessary. After all, they would be finding out for themselves rather soon. And wouldn't it be so much more amusing to see Diavolo and the seven brother's faces when it did happen?
• Barbatos, being Diavolo's loyal butler, often listened to the prince rant about how worried sick he was about your safety. To which he would politely nod with a small smile as he tried his best to reassure him to the best of his abilities.
"Fear not, my lord. I'm quite certain that no harm will befall them. In fact, I am confident that they will be okay. Besides, under the protection of the brothers, the chances of them getting harmed are quite slim."
• Of course, although Barbatos knew you could stand your ground in a fight, he still looked after you from afar. He wouldn't let his knowledge of your skills get in the way of fulfilling his duties as one of the demons in charge of your safety. After all, demons were still rather strong and unpredictable creatures, were they not? Even lesser demons could hold their own against a professionally trained human, so yes, despite your strength, he didn't turn a blind eye when it came to your safety.
• When Barbatos caught wind of a classmate of yours harassing you, his ears perked as he kept a watchful eye.
• Barbatos could tell that your patience was wavering with the demon. What had started as petty name-calling had evolved into bumping their shoulder into yours in the hallways, as well as purposefully tripping you. Barbatos could see the way you attempted to restrain yourself, preferring to let Mammon tell off the offending demon while you practised breathing exercises to stay calm.
• Honestly, Barbatos had to tip his hat to your restraint. Many others would have snapped far earlier, should they have been in your shoes.
• But when you finally snapped, well, what a beautiful display that was!
• It happened in Diavolo's office, where he, the prince and Lucifer were holding a small meeting. Barbatos had just sat down after pouring cups of his famous tea when the door to Diavolo's office suddenly burst open. No, that's not accurate. The door had been completely knocked off of its hinges, with the wood bursting into shards under the sheer force of the blow.
• The sudden ruckus had Diavolo and Lucifer springing to their feet as they stared at the demon that lay on the ground, groaning in pain and nearly unconscious. In the doorway stood your form, in all of your 4'8 glory, looking absolutely livid. Behind you was a small crowd of passing demons who gaped at the scene, with Mammon's jaw nearly hitting the floor as he stared at you in wide-eyed disbelief.
• As Lucifer demanded answers from you, Barbatos calmly took a sip of his tea. He knew.
"Oh my! Shall I arrange for repairs right away, my lord? A nurse, perhaps?"
• Upon realizing what had happened, you immediately snapped out of your rage and began profusely apologizing for one, disrupting their meeting; two, busting the door, and three, getting into a fight with another student.
• Hey! In your defence, it was self-defence. You explained that this demon, who had been targeting you for weeks, had decided to grab you by the shoulders hard enough for his claws to draw blood. And so, you responded accordingly: a surprise uppercut to the chin, followed by a swift yet strong kick to the demon's midsection.
• At the revelation, Lucifer could only pinch the bridge of his nose, grey hairs visibly forming, while Diavolo... well, he calmly told you that although you should avoid bringing harm to fellow students, you were just defending yourself. Barbatos could hear the absolute bewilderment in the prince's voice.
• "I must say, (Y/N)," Barbatos said, "While catching a glimpse of your strength was intriguing, witnessing it with my own eyes is far more fascinating. But please, do come to us should you encounter another pest."
"You knew all along, Barbatos?!" Diavolo said.
• The butler could only offer a small, cheeky, close-eyed smile. Of course he knew.
Solomon
• Upon first meeting you at RAD, Solomon didn't have a strong opinion about your height. Of course, he took notice, but he merely glossed over it with a subtle quirk of his eyebrow after looking you up and down. Sure, you were a cute little human, but that was about as deep as his thoughts ran.
• From his perspective, why would your safety be in any kind of danger when you had the avatars and the royals to back you up? Should a problem ever arise, you always had someone trailing behind you, usually Mammon, and he had noticed Lucifer's watchful eye.
• So, no, Sol wasn't bothered by your height, nor was he concerned for you. At least, that was his opinion up until he got to know you better and you managed to earn yourself a soft spot in the sorcerer's heart.
• Don't get him wrong, even after you became close, Solomon still didn't fear for your well-being. After all, you now had one of the most powerful sorcerer added to your roster of bodyguards. No, that wasn't how his behaviour towards you had changed. Instead, your height had become the butt of all his teasing, as Solomon was definitely the type to lovingly bully his close friends.
• Solomon, that shady bastard, is an absolute menace. As a fellow human, he knew all the best 'short people' jokes in the book, and dear God, he would absolutely milk them. He truly revelled in the frustrated expressions you pulled at his continuous teasing. You looked about as threatening as a small child when you looked at him like that.
• "Solomon, could you please give me my DDD back," you said.
"Hm?" He said, pretending to be confused as he dangled the device above his head. "It's right there. Nothing is stopping you from taking it."
• He has bought you kid clothes before as a joke, but the joke was on him since you not only fit in them, but you also looked hecking adorable.
• "Hey, Solomon, I've got a question about this spell. See, this part right here is kinda confusing to me, and — hey! Are you even listening?"
With a confused expression, Solomon looked around the room. "Hm? I could have sworn I heard a voice..."
You sighed, shaking your head. "Oi, down here."
"Ah, (Y/N)! There you are! You're so small, I didn't even see you come into the room."
"Bastard."
• Solomon sometimes pats your head and coos praises in a baby voice whenever you make progress with your magic, and he has definitely taken a liking to bending to your level to make eye contact when he speaks to you. He comes across as condescending, for sure, but you're at the point in your relationship where it's just a 'you and him' thing. If another attempted to do nearly half the things Solomon did on a near-daily basis, there would be hell to pay for the disrespect. 'I can bully you, but others can't,' type of guy.
• But despite it all, Solomon is smart. He knows your limits and boundaries and won't push, and he knows to read the room and wouldn't tease you if he knew you weren't in the best of moods.
• Unfortunately, not all demons in the Devildom had his smarts. Especially not this particular demon, who jumped at every opportunity which sorcerer wasn't by your side to pick at you. They were a demon that you had once been paired with for a spells project, and the bullying had begun then. You believed the catalyst had been when you pointed out a few mistakes in your partner's part of the work. After all, they were a lesser demon of pride.
• Cruel remarks about your species, picking apart your appearance, and even threatening harm on you since you 'looked so breakable.' But the coward would casually walk off with a shit-eating smirk plastered on their face whenever Solomon or one of the brothers walked in your direction.
• Solomon let you vent your frustrations to him about the pest, even offering to put a curse on them. Y'know, teach them a lesson or two. Or five. Who was counting?
• Eventually, you snapped, and Solomon had a front-row seat to the show.
• Class had ended, and as the classroom was clearing out, leaving behind only yourself, Solomon and the demon, the demon came up to you. Seemingly forgetting that Solomon was present at the back of the class, they began taunting you, which you chose to ignore. Not even gracing them with a glance, you acted as though they didn't exist, which most definitely shot an arrow through the demon's pride.
• When the demon held your wrist in a vice grip tight enough to leave a hand-shaped bruise, Solomon was ready to throw hands. However, it seemed as though you had beaten him to the punch.
• Solomon watched, utterly fascinated, as you reeled your unoccupied hand back, delivering a sucker punch that had Sol wincing for the poor soul on the receiving end.Then, in an astounding display, you lifted the demon above your shoulders as though they weighed nothing before slamming them into the ground. Adding salt to the wound, a swift kick to their ribs had a sickening crack resonating throughout the classroom.
• Well, colour him pleasantly surprised! And a little turned on, not gonna lie.
• Solomon followed you out of the class, stepping over the demon who was writhing in pain on the ground, but not without muttering a few words underneath his breath.
• "Now, where did such a little human such as yourself conjure up so much power? Absolutely fascinating, dear."
• Let's just say that Solomon was counting his blessings that you were on his side, and that he had never pushed you over the edge. In no way did he want to be on the receiving end of such a smackdown. But he'd be lying if he said that he didn't want to see this side of you again. For research purposes, of course.
• And that demon? Well, let's just say he was stuck in the bathroom with a rather violent stomach bug for a good week straight. Strange.
Simeon
• Sweet Simeon truly didn't want to underestimate you. He didn't want to offend you by doubting your capabilities, but... well, he just couldn't help it! You were such a sweet human with the purest of souls.
• A caregiver by nature, Simeon immediately worried about your safety. There was no doubt in his mind that your height, making you look as meek and fragile as it did, would make you a prime target for hungry demons looking for easy prey.
• Sure, you were taller than Luke was, but Luke had the saving grace of being an angel, therefore, not completely defenceless. You, on the other hand, were a human with no magical capabilities.
• He trusted that the brothers would keep you safe, but what if you were caught during a split-second where you were left unattended? That's all it would take for a demon to jump you.
• And so, you had gained yourself a guardian angel who silently yet aggressively fretted over you. If a brother couldn't accompany you to class, he happily fulfilled that role, even waiting for you to be safely seated before taking his leave. He constantly asked how you were doing, trying to subtly gauge whether you had gone through some troubling experiences. You did tell him anything negative, if you had, Simeon wasn't sure if he would take it up to Diavolo and Lucifer, or if he would confront the problem himself.
• Nevertheless, Simeon made sure that all demons knew that, not only were you under the protection of the avatars, but also a high-ranking angel. Considering angels could easily go toe to toe with demons, most seemed to get the memo, not glancing in your direction whenever Simeon hung with you.
• Of course, there was the occasional demon who seemed to think that the small human was fair game to harass. If Simeon ever caught wind of it, he'd help you defuse the situation peacefully, protectively standing in front of you as he cast a disappointed glance to the offending demon. Simeon had this sort of presence where one would shrivel in shame if the angel looked at them in disappointment.
• Thankfully, none had attempted to bring physical harm on you, and Simeon sincerely prayed that it would never happen. It was bad enough to him that you had to deal with the occasional insult, he'd never be able to forgive himself if the human he had grown so fond of got hurt while on his watch.
• Simeon was pretty stoked when Luke joined him on the '(Y/N) protection squad'. One more friend and bodyguard! Because despite being a small child, Luke was still an angel with holy abilities.
• Besides, Simeon thought that it was just so sweet, seeing Luke get all protective over you. The young angel seemed to see you as an older sibling, and that made Simeon's heart melt.
• In turn, you became quite protective of Luke yourself. Simeon didn't blame you, as he knew that the majority of humans had quite the instinct to keep children safe from harm.
• However, you tended to put yourself in harm's way for the sake of defending Luke's honour. Sure, you were only biting back with colourful insults whenever someone picked at Luke, but it definitely made Simeon's hair prematurely go grey. After all, some demons were quite easy to set off, and he didn't want you to accidentally start a fight.
• He cradled your hands into his, soothing your knuckles with delicate strokes of his thumbs.
"My dear, I very much appreciate you looking out for Luke, but you mustn't endanger yourself. Please, promise me to watch out for yourself. I don't know what I would do if something ever happened to you. And I'm sure Luke feels the same way."
• That pleading, worried look in Simeon's eyes broke you, and you didn't have the heart to argue with him.
• Things had settled down for a while after Simeon had a talk with you; you opted to reach out to him if you felt Luke was being treated unfairly instead of meddling. Which Simeon very much appreciated. You were still watching over Luke, but in a way that didn't compromise your safety. Everyone wins!
• Of course, just when things had settled down, you threw Simeon for a loop.
• It was the first time a demon had attempted to bring physical harm to Luke. Students were sidestepping as the poor, crying child ran at full force down the hallway as a lesser demon chased after him.
• Searching for a saving grace, Luke spotted you walking his way, and without thinking, he immediately darted behind you for security and comfort. You, being you, didn't ask questions as you saw the demon approaching. Your brain went, 'child in danger, must protect child.' And so, consequences be damned.
• Simeon was sprinting down the hall with all his might after hearing gossip which involved a demon chasing the young angel. He felt his heart stop as he saw both you and Luke standing in the demon's path, the latter not stopping in his chase, even with you standing protectively in front of Luke. To the demon, that was just an extra target, after all.
• But then, Simeon stopped dead in his tracks, staring wide-eyed and gasping as he saw your next move. With deadly precision, you had grabbed the demon's wrist, and with force he didn't know humans could even achieve, swung your arm behind you, effectively throwing the demon into the distance. There was a loud thud where the demon's body landed, followed by a pained grunt.
• Regaining his bearings, Simeon ran to you and Luke before the demon could get back up. He didn't think that he would. Those cracks sounded painful. He pulled you and Luke into an empty classroom, away from the public eye. While you were busy fussing over Luke, trying to comfort him and hush his tears, Simeon didn't know who to fuss over for a moment, still gobsmacked from what he had just witnessed.
• Eventually, he joined you in the Luke comfort squad. You both looked like a couple of worried parents after a close call with their child.
• "Haha. Forgive me, (Y/N). While I was busy worrying myself sick over you, you were perfectly capable of holding your own all along. I misjudged you; that was impressive. But please, never again, I nearly had a heart attack."
• When Luke had calmed down, he became your number one fan. Seriously, Simeon and Solomon would be hearing about it for the next month. Not that Simeon was any better; he'd be praising you for a lifetime.
Hi!! Thanks for being the first request on this blog <3 I hope you enjoy these headcanons and that these were what you hoped for! I had a lot of fun writing these.
They have a group chat consisting of MC, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon where most dates and get togethers are decided on. They found this to be the most convenient and least time consuming way to arrange date nights as it turns out to be most difficult to get all of them in one place at the same time.
This being said, the group chat is 45% plans about dates and 55% of them sending memes and selfies to each other during the day. (Once MC sent a goofy selfie with Solomon to the group chat in the middle of a lecture and they got scolded by Barbatos later on.) Diavolo has a whole folder specifically made for memes and photos that he gets from the groupchat.
As suggested by Simeon, they have a videocall every once in a while before bedtime, just to catch up with each other and to actually see and hear each other’s faces and voices. These come in handy when some of them have too many responsibilities to attend to during the day and miss out on chances to see the others. Barbatos has found these calls as a great motivator to keep Diavolo motivated to attend to his responsibilities when the young prince is bummed out for having missed out so many fun outings. (Well, they are also beneficial for Barbatos as well, as he is just as busy as Diavolo is and misses his partners as much.)
MC always tries to find a reason to sleepover at Purgatory Hall or at the castle. For one, it’s far less noisy than the House of Lamentation ever is, even on a good day. Second, MC loves to cuddle up to their partner as they sleep. They always feel well rested after sleepovers.
Diavolo is beyond excited whenever he and Barbatos are able to join everyone else on a date. In a very Diavolo-like manner, the demon prince goes above and beyond in preparations for the date. He reserves a private booth in the fanciest restaurant in Devildom, offers to pay for all of their meals (as much as they would oppose to this), and sends a bouquet of flowers to each of them before the date. Overall, Diavolo is definitely the one to show his love through gifts, especially when he is unable to go on dates and join other shenanigans.
Their favorite date to have is a huge sleepover at Diavolo’s castle. They always have a grand dinner and after that they all kick back, change into their pajamas and cuddle or watch a movie or both. Diavolo has no image to behold as the demon prince and even Barbatos gets to simply relax and bask in some quality time with his loved ones. They always have so many stories to share and things to talk about that they rarely go to sleep before early morning hours.
Simeon comes up with the most date ideas, changing from fun tea parties to late-night walks together. Most of their dates have to be held in Purgatory Hall or simply outside the House of Lamentation as it's nearly impossible for MC to get rid of the brothers if they find out they are going out. Even on a date. Unless Diavolo specifically tells them not to.
Even though Solomon loves group outings, he also makes sure to have enough one-on-one time with everyone. For one, it’s easier for him to plan a date when it’s fewer people and he gets to know his date better. He always makes sure to be able to arrange a private date for everyone so no one gets jealous or feels left out. He knows that the others have similar arrangement as well and it works out well for everyone.
a/n: sooo i got their hate ending and after crashing out for 40 days and 40 nights (30 straight minutes) i decided to write an after ending. to give myself some closure if nothing else. i apologize if this isn’t the greatest, i haven’t written fanfic in yearsss.
*cross-posted on ao3
You flinch as the door to the Breaker Box is slammed in your face.
Your dateviators sit askew on your nose as you try to process what just happened. Eddie and Volt hate you? Everything was going swimmingly up until now, where did you go wrong? Could you fix it? As you go to speak with them again, the specs on your face make a power down sound.
Out of charge.
It’s only then do you realize how late it is. The sun has set and the stars have begun littering the sky. This was your last interaction for the day, talk about depressing. And even if it wasn’t you could only talk to an object once per day, per Skylar’s detailed instructions. It’s fine, you’ll just… give them some space, check back in a day or two. Surely everything would blow over by then.
In the meantime, you kept yourself busy. You met new datebales, continued conversations with the ones you already met. And yet, your mind kept drifting back to Eddie and Volt. Really, where did you go wrong? Maybe kissing Volt wasn’t the greatest idea. It seemed right at the time, considering the atmosphere and all that. Or maybe you didn’t get close enough to Eddie? You should’ve been more persistent, asked more questions, his dislikes be damned.
This loop of “could’ve, should’ve, would’ve” continued until you finally had the courage to approach the Breaker Box again. It’s been a couple of days, surely whatever “hatred” they had for you has dissolved or at the very least, dampened. You didn’t expect them to not be mad at all, but maybe they would be willing to hear out and you guys could repair your relationship. Become friends if not anything else. That hope quickly drained as Volt approached the entrance, a sour and borderline terrifying look on his face.
He was different now, blue and electrifying. It was a far cry from the charming and sweet Volt you’ve gotten to know. He didn’t say anything at first, just staring at you like you have done the most unforgivable thing in the world (and maybe you did, you still weren’t sure exactly what it is you did). That silence stretched until you tried to break it, in which Volt immediately cut you off.
“Volt, I–”
“Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough last time. You’re not welcome here.”
“Please, can’t we just talk this out?”
“No, we can’t. I was foolish to trust you the first time around. I won’t allow you to have the opportunity to hurt us again.”
It took everything in you to not sob right there and then but you’re sure the tears that shone in your eyes got the point across clearly. “I care about you and Eddie so much, I never meant to hurt either of you. I swear.” The tremble in your voice was as clear as day but you couldn’t really find it in yourself to care. Not when it felt like everything was on the line. And for a moment, that hope you had fluttered in your chest as Volt’s expression softened. He sighed deeply and leaned against the door, reminiscent of the dramatic flare he had when you first met him.
“I’m sorry live wire, I don’t think we can trust you again.”
Your breath caught in your throat as the tears that have taken up residence in your eyes, slipped down your cheeks silently. You could do nothing but stare as the door to the Breaker Box was closed in your face once more. Part of you preferred the slamming, the yelling, and the volatile way things had originally ended. This felt non-negotiable. Final. You weren’t sure how to feel about that.
So, you stood at the entrance for what felt like an eternity. Not sure what to do or where to go from here. You knew you couldn’t get every dateable to love you, hell, even like you but hatred? Not indifference or some weird limbo state? Just pure hatred? As you finally began to turn away, Reggie popped into your peripheral vision. God, you were not in the mood for him. You had met him before as you and another dateable didn’t exactly see eye to eye. The details aren’t important as you didn’t care for that dateable nearly as much as you care for Eddie and Volt. Still, it seemed you were stuck and had to hear Reggie’s spiel.
“It’s one thing to be rejected and another thing to lose trust completely, yeowch!”
“....”
“Still, I dig your style. Rejection really isn’t so bad when you think about it. Helps you pick out the duds that simply aren’t worth your time.”
That’s the thing though, Eddie and Volt weren’t duds, far from it actually. And even if they hated your guts right now, you couldn’t find it in yourself to speak ill of them. “They aren’t duds, Reggie.” You mutter, arms crossing over your chest. Reggie raised a curious brow, “Don’t tell me you still have feelings for them? Do you not realize they kicked you to the curb? That they want nothing to do with you?”. You sucked your teeth in frustration, you knew that. Volt had made that painfully clear both times you spoke with him. As if reading your mind Reggie continues, his hands finding your shoulders and his head dipping down so his mouth is right next to your ear. “I know you have this good person act going on but doesn’t that make you angry? Isn’t that hatred mutual?” He questions.
You were mainly sad and confused. And sure, maybe a little bitter too. You still didn’t know what you did that was so wrong to warrant them to hate you but you didn’t hate them. Still… as Reggie’s hands stayed firmly placed on your shoulders, you couldn’t help but get angry. It was as if that energy was radiating off of him and seeping into you. Or maybe, that anger was always there and Reggie gave it the space to roam free. Either way, you were starting to get pissed. The low chuckle that came from Reggie wasn’t lost on you as you swiftly took off your dateviators. Volt and Eddie wanted to hate you? Fine, you’ll give them a reason to hate you.
It almost seemed weird, looking at the Breaker Box and seeing… a normal breaker box. You close the box firmly, a little rougher than you normally would but you didn’t care. They didn’t want to see you, so you didn’t want to see them. You surveyed the small closet wondering what else you could do to relieve that pressure that had started building in your chest. In all honesty, you wanted to scream, maybe cry some more, put the dateviators back on and curse both of them out. Instead, you dropped down and picked up Tony and Beau– er, your toolbox and spare boxes. You didn’t want any reason to come back here if you didn’t have too. You placed them in the closet in your makeshift home gym. It wasn’t much bigger than their previous residence, and they certainly had more roommates but hopefully they wouldn’t mind too much. You made sure to lock the door to the breaker box too. You’re not sure how that would translate to their world, if Dorian would simply just unlock it, but maybe it would slow the business of the Breaker Box.
You still had four more uses of your dateviators for the day but you really couldn’t find it in you to want to talk to anyone else. Your mood was dampened and you would hate to take it out on the other datebables. You would come back when you felt slightly better, when you could give them your full and undivided attention. Plus, it probably wasn’t the healistest to be talking to the inanimate objects of your home day in and day out. Considering how much emotional turmoil this one rejection put you in, maybe this was for the best. Maybe a break was needed. An hour tops.
That hour turned to hours.
Those hours into days.
The days into weeks.
And so on.
You haven’t put on the dateviators since your last interaction with Volt and by extension Reggie. That anger was still there, simmering in the back of your mind but all that you felt currently was sadness. As you went on with your day to day life, you’ve come to the conclusion that maybe there’s nothing you can do. Maybe whatever was going on with Eddie and Volt wasn’t meant to be. That you shouldn’t sit here, making yourself sick and miserable dwelling on it. And while this was your general takeaway, a part of you still held onto hope. Hope that with time; you, Eddie and Volt could make amends. And be friends. You’d never say it to the other dateables but they were your favorites, still are honestly. But it’s time to move on. You guess Reggie was right, in his own twisted way.
Rejection really isn’t so bad when you think about it.
a/n: finally finished good god, it shouldn’t have taking this long, sorry! while i love eddie and volt, i got five other objects on rotation, we need to diversify. johnny was my first love ending and he’s just so cute and pathetic (positive), i can listen to him talk all day, i’m a slut for any accent. anywho, this is very self-indulgent, catered towards a black!reader but ofc anyone can read!
*cross posted on ao3
You walk into your downstairs bathroom with one clear task in mind; wash day.
As nice as the maintenance and self-care was, you dreaded it immensely. It was an all day affair and you could kiss any other plans goodbye. You figured if you start in the morning and not procrastinate until the afternoon, like you normally do, you would finish early. But you’re not holding your breath.
“Morning darlin’. You’re up mighty early today.”
Instantly, your mood is lifted as your favorite shower (your only shower) greets you. Setting all your products and other hair tools on the ledge of the sink, you look at Johnny with a smile on your face. “Hi Johnny-baby.” You reply, moving close to give him a peck on the cheek. The way his face flushed, a blush spreading across his cheeks and creeping to the tips of his ears made you smile more. But you choose not to comment on it, lest he turn into a tomato all together. You know he’s a sucker for nicknames, both giving and receiving them, so you never miss the opportunity. Clearing his throat once, as if that will dispel the heat on his face, Johnny nods to the heap on the sink. “Wash day?” He hums, chuckling as you groan. Being your shower and all, Johnny is more than familiar with the ordeal that is your wash day. But this time is different, you can see and hear him now. All the times he’s wanted to help but simply couldn’t, now was his chance. If only he could muster up the courage.
“What's going on in that head of yours?”
Johnny tensed at the sound of your voice, you always seemed to know when he was thinking too hard. You tilted your head slightly, encouraging him to spill, silently reveling in the confused expression on his face. The shower seemed to be oblivious to the fact that he wore his heart on his sleeve, taking your basic perspective skills as some sort of magical gift. “Well, I… I was wonderin’ if I could possibly– and feel free to say no sugar, I won’t take no offense–” Johnny starts, his eyes focused on the bathroom tile, deliberately looking away from you. You take hold of his wrist, looking him in the eyes. “Baby, just spit it out. You’re going in circles.” You interrupt gently, as much as you love to hear him talk, he’ll skip around the point for eternity if you let him.
He lets out a dry chuckle at your words, he knows you’re right but god, was he nervous as all get-out. “Would you be kind enough to let me help out? With wash day that is?” Johnny breathes, vaguely gesturing to the products. Before you can even respond, he’s speaking again. “It’s just I know how hard the washin’ can be. And I reckon you’d like some help. But, of course, you’re free to decline– like I said darlin’ you won’t hurt me.” He rambled, his forehead pressed against the shower head, his gaze once again deviating from you. Letting out a giggle, you cup his cheek in your hand, gently guiding his face to you. “Johnny. I would love your help. Thank you for offering, you’re so sweet.” You hum, kissing the tip of his nose before moving back. You couldn’t help but laugh some more as he subconsciously leaned closer as you pulled away.
Deciding that you’ve procrastinated long enough, though talking to Johnny is worth it, it’s time to hop to. You grab the bottom of your pajama shirt and lift it over your head. Johnny, being the gentleshower he is, turns away as you undress. It’s funny really, he’s definitely seen you naked more times than you can count given that he’s a shower. Though, you wonder if he turns away everytime. Soon enough, your clothes are in a heap in the corner and you step into the shower. The space is small, as most showers are. Your body is damn near pressed against Johnny’s, with little wiggle room. You’ve never actually showered with Johnny when he’s awakened but oddly enough; you’re not nervous. You can’t say the same for him though.
His body is rigid, his eyes darting everywhere but at you, and it’s almost like he’s afraid to breathe in your general direction. You figured given what he is, this would be no different than usual but clearly you were wrong. “Listen Johnny, we don’t have to do this. I understand if you’re not ready to see me.. like this. Don’t sacrifice your comfort for my sake.” You state, feeling slightly self-conscious, though you know you have no reason to be. Your comment instantaneously grabs Johnny’s attention. It almost gives you whiplash, the way his blue-green eyes stare at you, like he wasn’t avoiding your gaze moments ago. “Now you wait just a goshdarn minute sugar. I’ll admit; my heart’s racin’ like a coon dog in heat–” You snicker, making him smile, “but that ain’t got nothing to do with you darlin’. Why it’s about me being too doggone nervous around someone as ravishing as yourself. ‘Specially in such an intimate setting.” Johnny explains, his cheeks flushing slightly, as if he just remembered the situation at hand.
“Are you sure?”
“Hon, I'm sure as the day is long.”
Now it was your turn to be flustered. This tone shift from nervous to confident was unexpected but not unwelcome. You turn on the water and adjust the temperature, water cascading down both you and Johnny. Before you put any product in your hair, you always wash first, otherwise the product makes your skin dry afterwards. As if reading your thoughts, though you’re sure he just memorized your routine, Johnny plucks the pink loofah off his chest without a second thought. “You can take stuff off?” You ask, mildly bewildered. Johnny lets out a hearty laugh, “Well, I’m a shower ain’t I?” He replies rhetorically, grinning boyishly as you look away. “Aw baby doll, don’t go gettin’ shy on me now. You ain’t got nothin’ to be embarrassed about, it was an honest question.” He reassures, getting the soap and lathering the loofah thoroughly. Deciding to not embarrass yourself further you reach for the loofah but Johnny holds it just out of your reach. “Now hold on sweet thing, I know I said I’d help with your hair washin’ but do you mind granting me the honor of washin’... all of you?” He asks, his southern drawl becoming more pronounced.
For a moment you just open and close your mouth like a fish out of water. Where was the guy that was just too nervous to look at you? Where did he store this sudden confidence? As you pondered on how fast Johnny can switch tunes, he was overthinking. “Shoot, that was too far, wasn’t it? I swear, I always end up puttin’ my foot in my mouth.” He mutters to himself, completely oblivious to your flustered but willing state. “No no no, Johnny. I-I’d like that, a lot actually. You just…caught me off guard.” You explain quickly. He looks at you through the wet ringlet curls that cling to his face, “You ain’t just sayin’ that to make me feel better? ‘Cause I won’t do anythin’ you don’t want me to do.” He declares, his voice stern. You shake your head, wordlessly taking his hand that held the loofah and pressing it to your chest.
“I want you to.”
“...you sure?”
“As the day is long, right?”
You could’ve sworn that you saw hearts form in his eyes at your words. Johnny, smiling like he just won the lottery, takes the loofah and starts rubbing it against your collarbone. The soap lathers as he does so and you smile at his concentrated expression. His touches are soft and careful, being mindful of intimate areas by constantly asking if he was good to continue. He hummed a tune from some song you didn’t recognize as he worked, the consistency of it almost like a lullaby. It wasn’t until he leaned down to your ear to tell you to turn around did you snap out of your trance. “Don’t go gettin’ sleepy on me now, we still gotta wash that hair of yours.” He chuckled, his hands gently taking hold of your hips and turning you around. Your back was facing his front, as he resumed washing you. The loofah gliding back and forth, from your shoulders and slowly making its way down.
Johnny’s touches were innocent, you know that much, but you couldn’t help but feel warm all over. The whole ordeal was tender and soft, but you would be lying if you said your mind didn’t wander elsewhere. “Darlin’…” Johnny starts, one hand on your hip as he moves the loofah in circular motions on your lower back, “I’ve called you ravishing, and that you are, but you’re a real sight for sore eyes, y’know that?” He hums, leaning down to press a soft and chaste kiss behind your ear. You say nothing as you resist the urge to shudder at his words. He places the loofah back on the rack– himself, before reaching out the shower to grab your shampoo. As the cool air from the bathroom mixes with the steam from the shower, you remember the whole point of you being here. Wash day.
You’re surprised by how little you have to direct Johnny on what to do. He parts your hair, albeit clumsily, with your pick-tooth comb into four somewhat even sections. The shower is gentle in how he detangles with the brush, shampoos and conditions each section of hair thoroughly. Continuing to use the wide tooth comb to comb from the tips of your hair to the roots. He repeats the shampooing and conditioning twice, as he’s seen you do many times before. Once done with each section, he wraps them up by doing two twists each section. Leaving you with eight, clumsy but good enough twists. You sigh, content, as Johnny takes his shower head and presses it real close to your scalp, just to make sure all the product is thoroughly rinsed out of your hair. All while shielding your face from the product with his palm over your eyes.
“All done, sugar.”
You briefly glance through the foggy glass and catch your reflection in the mirror. Sure, the parts were messy and the twists.. were something! But in reality Johnny had saved you a lot of time doing the whole wash, detangling, and twisting process on his own. Time you would’ve undoubtedly used to crash out on how long this process can be without said help. “Johnny baby, this looks great. I can’t thank you enough.” You exclaim, reveling in the way his face flushes at your praise. Before either of you can really process it, you're hugging him, arms wrapped around his neck, chest against chest, and head against his shoulder. Immediately, Johnny is stiff and you remember that you’re naked.
Apologies are muttered as you pull away hastily, bumping into the shower wall, now flustered yourself. Johnny manages to squeak out, “It’s fine!” as he composes his own self. That self-conscious feeling from earlier creeps back in and you’re acutely aware of how long you’ve been nude in Johnny’s presence. You give the shower and wobbly smile as you get out of the shower and quickly grab a towel to wrap around yourself. You have a half a mind to just snatch your dateviators off and leave it at that, but you hate rushed goodbyes. Sterling yourself, you turn to Johnny, who’s still very much rigid and as red as a tomato.
“Thank you Johnny, seriously.”
“O-Of course, darlin’. I’m just happy to help.”
There’s a brief pause, before you cross the bathroom again and give Johnny a chaste kiss on the lips. It’s slow but tender, your lips locking together perfectly as if they were made for one another. Johnny hands rest on the small of your back and your hip as he deepens the kiss slightly and you just barely catch yourself from moaning into his mouth. It physically pains you to pull away but making out in a towel, with shampoo and conditioner infused water rushing down your face isn’t necessarily your idea of a good time. So you pat his shoulder and break the kiss, thoroughly enjoying as his lips pout and how his body leans forward in hopes for more.
“Helping me out the way you did? That means more than you know.”
Johnny’s slight pout turns into a smile as he kisses your forehead.
“Well, what kind of shower would I be if I ain’t help my sugar out? My mama raised me better than that. Besides, I enjoyed it and I wouldn’t mind doing it again.. just say the word darlin’ and I’m yours.”
