Half Of Me Is A Hopeless Romantic And The Other Half Of Me Is, Well, An Asshole

half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole

Love at Second Sight

I was trying something new with this so please forgive me if this didn't turn out well lol.

You and Simeon are told to perform at the RAD talent show but Simeon realises that he likes you more than a friend.

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You and Simeon have always been close. You were the type of friends that people assumed that you were dating each other, which made certain demons VERY upset upon hearing about. Nothing more than just good friends, Simeon was more than happy with that. You though? Absolutely whipped for him. But no one needs to know that, apart from Asmo whenever the two of you have a stereotypical girls night.

RAD decided to have a talent show, it was Diavolo's impulsive decision but the majority of the school seemed to be interested in the idea either way. Posters were plastered around the school, everyone was chatting about it, what they were gonna do, some were nervous about not getting picked after they've auditioned.

And guess what? Today was the day of the talent show!

You and Simeon were dressed up. Simeon wearing a black suit with a white tie and a white mask that covered half of his face. You were wearing a white flared dress, wearing a black mask that covered the opposite half of your face. The dress hugged your body so nicely, Simeon almost mistaken you for an angel.

The only reason why the two of you were performing was because of a special request from Diavolo. Something about bringing the realms closer because of the performance somehow?? It's not like you could say no to the future king, he was talking so happily and passionately about it, of course you and Simeon had to agree to it.

"Simeon, I'm nervous, what if I mess up?"

"If you mess up, I'll mess up worse so they'll pay more attention to me." He chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood. The two of you shared a small giggle, listening out for the backstage crews orders of when to start moving into place. "I'll be with you, MC."

"You guys are on soon, please make your way towards the opposite side of the stage and stay behind the curtains until Lord Diavolo calls you on." The sound of rushing footsteps and the clicking of heels. Simeon felt your arms wrap around his, followed by a quiet apology.

"I'm still not used to wearing these heels yet."

The two of you waited, watching the people before you perform coming to an end. A loud applause, whistles shortly came after. The lights turned off, the spotlight going back on to the future king who was being the host of the show. The backstage crew switfly rushed on to the stage, removing all the band equipment off.

"I never knew how talented students here were! We're almost at the end now, for our last performance we have our two exchange students, Simeon and MC, finishing the night off with a lovely waltz! Please welcome them on to the stage!"

That was the sign, get on the stage.

Simeon grabbed your hand, gently pulling you on. You got into your starting position, waiting for the music to start. His right hand on your back while his left hand was holding your right. You rested your upper left hand on his shoulder and looked up at him, not realising how close the two of you are until just now.

He couldn't tell if his heart was racing because of being on stage or if it was because how he was so physically close to you. Face only inches away, body almost pressed up against each other. You were just a really good friend, he's cuddled with you before, held you hand and linked arms numerous of times. So why is it now that he's so nervous to do so?

The music started playing, snapping him out of his thoughts.

The two of you start moving to the song. A song telling a story of one's soul dying and dancing on in the after life. You playing the role of the dead soul and Simeon playing the role as death, leading the soul away into a comforting after life.

The duo moved around on the stage, using as much of the space to your advantage to dance freely to the music. The spotlights following after the two of you. Every time the angel watched you spin, he felt like his heart could burst out of his chest. He'd have his arm wrapped around your waist every time he dipped you before pulling you back up, continuing on with the performance.

Everyone could see the connection between the two of you, they saw how you looked at each other, how carefree the two of you were on stage. The smiles shared between the two, the way one would get a bit embarrassed when their face is too close to the other, how fluently everything felt. You guys suited each other.

You looked so gorgeous in the dress, the way the dress flared out as you spun before he pulled you back in, bodies occasionally being pressed up against each other's, hand still in hand. The look you had in your eyes, he knew you were still feeling anxious but at least you were having fun. The look in his eyes were filled with such endearment, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. It felt like a cheesy romance fairy tale.

He was starting to notice things that he felt like he should've noticed so much earlier on. How you hand fit so perfectly into his, how holding you and having his hands on you didn't feel awkward or unwanted, how you kept your eyes on him and how big of a smile you had every time he pulled you back in after spinning you.

Your smile, oh god, your smile. He loved it so much. The way your eyes light up when you smile, the way the light are hitting your eyes so perfectly to show their true colours.

He loved you.

Oh man, oh lord, oh god. How long has he had these feelings that he never realised were there?

Lilith, was this how you felt? To fall in love with someone that you might get in trouble for being with? He has a better understanding of it now.

The end of the dance came slowly. It ended with you lying in his arms, pretending to be dead. He was sat on his knees, holding your body close to his. An applaud followed by whistles and cheering filled up the room.

You opened your eyes to look at him, smiling up at him as he was doing the same to you. Your lips, they look so soft. Your face was close to his once again, as if it wasn't the whole time the two of you twirled on stage. He has never felt the urge to kiss someone in his entire life.

It felt like it was just the two of you, the loud noises from people were shut off, none of that was happening to him. He was so focused on you, your lips... You. He trailed his hand up your neck, cupping your cheek and leaning in towards you. How much self control does he have left?

"Simeon?"

"MC please, can I kiss you?" Apperently none, it almost came out as a beg. You nodded your head at him before he quickly dove in, pressing his lips against yours. The cheers and the whistling got louder. The loudest the room has ever been tonight.

"I think-- no, I know, I'm now aware of how much love I have for you. I never realised how much I wanted to keep you by my side, how I never want to let go of you. I'm in love with you, MC, I really am."

I'm here

Comfort fluff with Levi bc I'm feeling very sad and I love Levi with my entire heart. This is also the first time I've written something in about 3-4 years?? So I'm sorry in advance if this isn't good lmao </3

You're having a little meltdown bc of your head while sleeping in Levi's room and he does his best to comfort you

It was unusual that you would fall asleep after Levi but here you were tonight. Your boyfriend asleep while you were wide awake at some ungodly hour of the night. Thoughts were piling up slowly the longer you stayed awake, you just wanted to sleep and ignore the thoughts until you woke up the next day. You kept tossing and turning, getting more and more frustrated when you weren't able sleep. You sat up to try and get out of bath tub bed to maybe go on a walk, grab a glass of water from the kitchen even. Even if you wanted to, your body didn't want you to —so you stayed sitting up with a weighted blanket resting on your legs.

Your thoughts got louder, some were just repeating in your head like a broken record, some were just harsh words. You felt insecure, annoyed, upset if it wasn't obvious. Why can't they go away for one night? You had such a lovely day with your boyfriend, spending the whole day shut inside his room, binge watching anime that had really long titles that spoiled the whole plot, playing games with him even though he bested you in almost all of them, only letting you win just to see you erupt with joy. It made him warm seeing you get so happy over winning a match.

"Y/n, you're moving around a lot," A soft, tired voice interrupted your spiralling thoughts. He rubbed his eyes and noticed how you were sitting up.

"I can't sleep..."

"Are... Are you feeling okay? Most of the time w-when I can't sleep, it's usually because my stupid brain won't stop thinking." He pushed himself up, now sitting next to you.

"Yeah, well no, but--" you were interrupted with the feeling of tears running down your cheeks. You took in a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. Levi panicked, not expecting to see you crying minutes after waking up. "I-It's just... It's like you said, I can't stop thinking and there's so many thoughts crowding my head and--" Your breath started becoming rapid, you were hyperventilating now. It's getting worse.

"Y/n, can you look at me?" He moved to sit in front of you and grabbed your hands, being very cautious not to make any sudden movements in case it made things worse. "Breathe with me, okay?" It hurt him to see you in such a state. He started taking deep breaths in and out, making sure that you were doing the same. He listened to your breathing, giving your hands a small squeeze whenever he noticed your breathing acting up again. Whilst he was doing the breathing exercise with you, he was thinking of ways that helped him when he was having one of those nights. What would he have wanted on nights like these?

"I'm sorry... I woke you up and now you have to put up with me like this." You spoke up after calming down a bit.

"Hey... I'm not putting up with anything if it's you. You aren't a hassle for me. I-I care about you a lot y/n, I want to be able to help you w-when you feel like this." He spoke in a hushed tone, almost a whisper but not quite. Once he feels like you've calmed down enough, he asks his next question, "Is... Is there anything I can do to help you? I can go grab my headphones and you can try and drown out your thoughts? That helps me out a lot."

"You're already helping me enough Levi. I would like it if you could grab your headphones though." You nodded at his suggestion, watching him almost immediately scurry out of the bathtub to go grab his headphones for you, tripping on the way to his desk. He quickly walked back to the bed, grabbing his phone before seating himself back next to you. He gently placed the headphones on your head, letting you adjust them if they were sitting uncomfortably. He lowered the volume before playing some white noise (or lofi or some relaxing music, whatever suits you better), knowing that he always sets his volume up too high without realising. He doesn't want to accidentally deafen you.

You moved yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso as you leaned onto his shoulder. It was a peaceful silence, it wasn't awkward like it used to be at the beginning of the relationship. He leaned against one arm for support and placed his other hand on your shoulder, rubbing his thumb up and down at a slow pace. He looked down at you, it filled him with a flood of relief noticing that your breathing has steadied, your face wasn't filled with distress anymore, more rather peace. He brushed your hair to the side so he can plant a small kiss to your forehead. Oh man, he feel his heart RACING from just that.

"I love you, Levi. Thank you for doing this for me." You muttered. "You helped a lot."

"I... I will do anything to keep you happy, y/n. You've helped me in the past before when I have bad nights and I want to help you too when you go through it... I love you too."

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I didn't do this justice at all but I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did writing this! He's a bit OOC in this, I know but it's how I see how he would be if he's in a long term relationship with MC 👉👈 this man has my heart wow <3

More than Just Greed

A bit angsty but there's a good ending

The avatar of greed can get insecure and depressed sometimes. Be gentle with him.

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There has never been a place he felt so comfortably safe in than being in your arms, whether in his room or yours. For the first time in who knows how long, he felt so loved and cared for. His brothers relentlessly insulting him for no reason, it's obviously going to take a massive toll the longer it keeps happening. He goes to you whenever their insults get too much for him on some days. You help him, you give him the reassurance he needs and craves for, you look after him and give him the love that he doesn't feel like he deserves. You give him closure.

It made him swell with greed. He wanted your attention on him, he wanted your love, he wanted you. But does he deserve you? Without putting his act, he doesn't feel confident that he does.

He feels vulnerable and it makes him feel conflicted. He hasn't felt that way with anyone, when was the last time he had a heart to heart conversation with any of his brothers? Years and years of harsh and hurtful insults and being treated like trash. It made him feel like he doesn't deserve anything.

It hurts and it keeps hurting. What if he's just overreacting? He hasn't known you for that long yet here you are, being his safe space. What if you get annoyed and fed up with him? Surely you're just doing this to get something out of him.

"You're okay, Mammon. I've got you." Ah, the sound of your voice. It brings him comfort. His head buried into your chest, arms wrapped tightly around you, legs comfortably tangled with one another. "You can let it out, you're safe. I'm right here for you." Soft words filled with affection mades his heart soar. It cuts down his negative thoughts and fills him with hope; hope that he's more than just a greedy scumbag who's good for nothing. You think of him differently, but do you love him back the same way he loves you? Or is your love for him strictly platonic?? It doesn't matter, he's still happy that you love him regardless of what type.

But it does matter, he's just trying to deny it.

His insecurities get the best of him sometimes. Seeing you hang out with his brothers or the angels, or even the shady sorcerer, you seem to be having so much fun with them. Do you enjoy spending time with him too? What if you were only spending time with him because he was being too needy for you? Was his greed for you too much at times? Have you already fallen for one of them? He's sure that they would treat him better than he could.

Great, now he sounds like Levi.

There would be days where he would hide away in his room, no motivation to plan out another money making scheme. No mental strength to put up with his brothers bullying. Nothing. Today was definitely one of those days.

The lights kept off, blanket over his head, him trying to block out all the thoughts racing inside his head. What if this, what if that, it won't stop. Do they this, do they that, what about you made him feel so... Insecure? That's not it. Vulnerable? Maybe that's it. Exposed? No that's not it either.

"Hey Mammon? I'm coming in, okay?" A knock ripped him out of his train of thought. The sound of the door knob sneaking quietly as it turned, the sound of the door clicking shut and the little patters of feet making his way towards him. He felt the bed dip as you sat down, as much as he wanted to see you, he didn't want you seeing him in such a state.

"What do ya want?" His voice sounded strained, it lacked all the feisty enthusiasm he would usually have.

"If you want me to leave, I will do that. I just wanted to check up on you," You slid your hand under the blanket, "grab my hand if you want me to stay, don't you if you don't want me to." You gave him the option. You wanted to give him options and not confine him with limits. You gave him some time, being patient with him. He hasn't said anything or made any movements, you knew he didn't fall asleep either. You slowly moved your hand out of the blanket, ready to give him the space and time alone, before feeling a hand grabbing it and pulling it back under the sheets. "Do you want to talk about it?" You kept your voice low. You were responded with silence but that's okay. You knew he was working up the courage to say something. You've been there for him on his bad mental days before and you'll willingly be there for him again.

Patience is a virtue, as some would say.

"Will I ever be more than a good for nothing, greedy scumbag?" He started, his voice was shaky. You moved your hand so it was placed on top of his, giving him a reassuring squeeze for him to continue. "I hear it every single day from them. I'm always their punching bag, the first to blame when something goes wrong, will I ever be more than the avatar of greed?" Words filled with insecurity spewed out of his mouth, words that broke your heart the more he opened up to you. It wasn't often that he would open up so any time he would, you would give him your full attention. You want to make sure he felt heard. The sound of muffled hiccups and sniffles filled the room, you waited for him to finish before giving your words of closure and love to him.

"You're more than just a demon of greed, Mammon. You're THE great Mammon, my first man and the protector of the human world's representative." You slid your other hand under his, holding his hand with both of yours now. "I'll go have a chat with them later about how they treat you but I want to make sure you're okay before I step out of this room. Can I come underneath the blanket with you?" He tugged you in as a yes. You slid underneath the blanket, immediately feeling him crawl into your arms. You moved your hand up to his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his warm skin.

"Do you love me, MC?"

"Where did this come from?"

"Please just answer it." He wanted to hear you say it. That's all he wanted at this very moment. If he doesn't have the guts to say it himself, he craves hearing you say it at least.

"Of course I love you, Mammon." You pulled him in closer, holding him tightly.

"... In what way...?" Should he be getting his hopes up? Was he going to regret asking so impulsively? Is he about to be let down?

"I love you in a way where I want to be stay by your side until the end, as cheesy as it sounds." He felt a smile crawl on to his lips. "I love you in a way where I want to be the first person you think of telling when something big or small happens. To heaven and back to hell, I love you so much, with all my heart. You, Mammon, have my heart. It's yours."

His heart bloomed with greed and joy. You were his, he was the one who won your heart. Whatever he did, you had fallen for him. He's the winner.

"I love you too... Thank you for loving me."

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I hope you guys liked this!

Also, do you guys prefer mc or y/n bc I don't know which one to use ;;

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a/n: I have no idea how to write for solomon OR anything angst but I wanted to write for him🧍

pairing: solomon x gn!reader

summary: solomon wants to be with you romantically but he's not sure if he's ready.

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Everyone knows the obvious cons of being immortal. You have to watch all your friends, all your loved ones grow old and die off one by one.

Solomon knew that, he was aware of what was going to happen once he became immortal. He went through all the pain and agony watching all his family slowly die, all of his closest friends he made in the human realm.

It took a massive toll on him, making friends, meeting their family, watching them die one by one. He had to comfort the crying friend or friends relatives while he was either equally upset or trying to hold it together. It drove him insane at one point, he's going to end up being alone with no one he's familiar with to give him closure.

When he got chosen for the exchange program and met angels and demons who were also immortal, he felt a sense of ease. He can make friends without the worry of knowing that he'll have to see them in their coffin several years later.

Not long after, the next human exchange student came down, everyone was talking about them, it was hard to not know about their existence. He saw a couple of lesser demons whispering about how they were going to try and eat the new exchange student before Beel could, so of course he was going to step in.

"Hey, you there." He gave you back your D.D.D. while introducing himself, teasing you about the anxious look you had on your face. The conversation went back and forth for a little bit before he left to go to his classroom.

Was he going to let himself associated with you? Was he going to get attached to you? You're just a mere human, you're going to be dead before he knows it. He must be immune to seeing the people he cares about die off, surely he's built an immunity to it and won't spiral when he's the one standing near your grave.

He was going to get attached, he's going to want to associate you after seeing you get along and be friendly with everyone, he's going to want your time and attention soon. He just knows it.

Every interaction he had with you, every time it was just the two of you hanging out without the brother stealing you away, every time you two would share a hug on a bad day or an ecstatic high five that stung your hands after a successful experiment, he can feel the growing attachment.

The feeling of his heart picking up the pace when you run up to him, how sweaty his hands get when hanging out with you now, how warm he gets when he's a close proximity with you, how his face heats up when you're touching him or when you bite back with a flirty remark with his playful flirting.

He was falling for you and he didn't want to. You were supposed to just be a friend, another human he could chat to if he ever felt home sick, his apprentice because you kind of suck at magic and potion making in class. You were supposed to be nothing more than just another human friend to him.

He's grown close to you. A familiar someone that can give him comfort when an experiment he's been working on for the longest time fails. A familiar someone who gave him the closure he oh-so craved for. Someone he felt the urge to protect from all the harm in the world, even though he knows they're strong enough to do it on their own. You're the someone he wants to be around all the time. Discover new things with you and about you.

What are your darkest secrets? Do you secretly despise one of the brothers but you don't have the heart to be mean and neglectful towards? What kind of things have you even through that changed you, was it for the better or the worse? Do you have a picture of Lucifer sleeping?

He wants the brothers to grow jealous of him. He wants your attention on him when the two of you are hanging out, not on your phone replying back to a clingy Mammon and Levi and a nagging Lucifer. He wants your touches. He wants you to be by his side making fun of each other over the dumbest things. He wanted you.

Argh, he wanted you. He wanted to hold you. He wanted to call you a gross sappy pet name in front of the brothers and rile them up because of it. He wanted to see Luke approving of the relationship, as if he actually needed Luke's permission to date you.

He didn't want this. None of it. Absolutely none of it. You were supposed to just be a classmate, someone he talked to every so often because of the exchange program, you were supposed to just acquaintances. Just some other measly human.

Nights of trying to distract himself from you and it fails. He tried to avoid you, he tried to ignore you, neglect you, act as if you didn't exist. But he just can't push you away when he can feel you glancing at him from across the room. The late night messages asking him if you did something to make him angry or why he was avoiding you. He can't handle that.

He can't handle the fact that he's the reason to why you're sad the next day. He can't handle the avatar of lust coming up to him and asking if the two of you had a fight. Of course he would just tell you he's been busy and didn't mean to come off that way. It was a lie but you forgave him and it always went back to the way things were.

Seeing you so low on energy, just because of him? He doesn't want to be the reason you're upset but he's going to be.

That's something he can't avoid, even if he tried.

He was supposed to be paying attention to the class but he couldn't. The best he could do is at least look busy. Looking down at his notes, moving his pen trying to pretend he was copying the stuff written on the board. He felt his phone vibrate.

He opened it up to see a message from you. Oh how a dumb smile slipped on to his face seeing that it was you messaging him. But it immediately dropped after he read the text.

mc: hey! meet me near the back of the school after last period?

solomon: ew why

solomon: are you going to confess your undying love to me

mc: gross I take it back, don't bother coming after school

solomon: OK OK, I'll come 🙄

He knew where this was going, he definitely knows where this was going. He's been in enough situations similar to this to not know. Was he going to give it a chance? A chance of a relationship? Or was he going to ruin everything the two of you had by saying no in the most cruel way possible due to his emotions.

As if he couldn't focus in class to begin with, he definitely couldn't focus on anything else now.

The last class for the day ended. All the demons rushing out of the classroom, crowding the corridors. Solomon stalled. He took his sweet time grabbing all of his stuff, waiting for everyone to get out the classroom and waiting for the crowd to die down before heading out. He didn't want to risk bumping into you.

He made his way towards the back of the school. He had most of the day to think about both situations, what he was going to say, your reaction. Was he mentally prepared for this? He's not but he's going to say that he is.

"Solomon! Took your sweet time getting here!" Played along, rolling his eyes.

"The teacher held me back. Why did you ask me to come here?" He can't do it, he doesn't want to. He felt his heart racing but it hurt. Unpleasant.

"I... Didn't think this far ahead, it was kind of impulsive but I like you, Solomon. Do you want to give things a go between us?" Stop it. How was he supposed to reject you when you're standing there looking so... So... He can't think of the word but he was so entranced with you.

"I can't-- I can't do that." He spoke softly, feeling the uncomfortable stinging in his chest grow stronger as he watched your face change from a giddy nervous high school girl smile to pure sorrow.

"May I ask why?" Your voice cracked. Your eyes were glassy, one blink away from tears running down your cheek. It was making it hard for him to keep it all together.

"Because what if we get into a relationship and who knows, it lasts a while and it becomes more? I'm going to be the one standing over your grave in decades time." This wasn't like him, he was supposed to stay calm and witty, go with the flow type of guy. But here he was, letting out his emotions like he used to at his first best friends funeral. Was spiralling? He can't be. It was shameful, having you see him in a state like this. You grabbed his hand to snap him out of it.

"That's so far into the future. You shouldn't be worrying about that right now." That's what he's been trying to tell himself. He hasn't told anyone, maybe that's why he's reacting the way he is. Maybe he should be talk this one out with you. "Right now, in this very moment, Solomon. Do you want to give us a go? If it doesn't work out, it doesn't but if it does, it does."

"Yes." He said almost instantly, even cutting you off a bit. He tried to take in deep breaths, trying to ignore how shaky they were. He looked up at you, face full of different emotions and a forced smile. "Yes, I want to go out with you, give us a go." He slid his hand out of yours and opened his out slightly. "Can I?"

"Of course you can." You wrapped your arms around his body, holding him tightly as he does the same.

Solomon, of all people, should know that he shouldn't be stressing about the future and focus on the present. But small reminders are needed at times and that's okay.

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I never know how to end these 👎 I hope you enjoyed!

[Visiting Levi in his room]

MC: Hey Levi how are you? ♡

Levi: (points to his green smiley button)

MC: That's great! Oh & it's one of those days? No worries! Is it okay to hang out though? Maybe cuddle a little?

Levi: (nods & smiles, opening his arms)

MC: (runs & cuddles with him)