Obey Me! One shots

Tipsy Feelings (Satan x MC)

TW: short moment of verbal abuse in paragraph #3

Satan though interested in everything from an academic standpoint, he never held much emotional interest in humans. Not until a particular human moved into The House of Lamentation in the spare room next to his.
At first (y/n) was an irritating person to him. (Y/n) constantly kept contact with their boyfriend from the human realm, which Satan didn't mind, or at least not at first. As days turned to weeks he began noticing shifts in (y/n)s routine. (Y/n) was spending more time locked away in their room, declining activities with the others when possible.
From what Satan heard, (y/n) was constantly accusing them of cheating and would say terrible things such as "You're a stupid fucking whore, I hope you die choking on them."
These words and others would either throw (y/n) into a panic to try calming him, or try to piss him off more depending on how the humans mood was earlier that day.
This situation often left Satan confused at his own emotions. He wanted to help (y/n) and tell the guy to "screw off" for being so insecure. But at the same time they were interrupting his studies so he couldn't help but also be angry at both of them.
The situation got worse nearing the time of (y/n)'s half year mark. At some point he heard (y/n) pleading not to destroy their stuff, that in another half year they'd be back and things would be fine.
Satan began empathizing at this point. He assumed for a while that the boyfriend must've had something over (y/n) but he wasn't sure till that specific fight. As he understood it; the boyfriend was taking care of (y/n)s dorm and he was threatening to trash the place in revenge, convinced (y/n) was messing with at least one of the brothers.
After that night Satan made a silent vow to help (y/n) emotionally when possible. Any time he'd hear them begin to argue, he'd send a message with an excuse for them to hang up, such as going to the store or library.
Satan didn't expect this to turn into a daily routine but since Beel would often raid the fridge, he'd almost always use grocery shopping as the excuse.
All this time together, Satan soon learned how sweet and amazing (y/n) was, and honestly he couldn't help but feel protective of them.
Due to his newfound feelings he would often have to ignore the idea of finding a way to the human world. If given the chance he would've made the boyfriend suffer physically for all that he's been putting (y/n) through.

On the evening of Valentines (y/n) came to him and asked if they could gather a group to go drink. Their eyes were puffy from crying before the request, but their body language was of someone that felt accomplished and relieved.
Satan was surprised at the request since (y/n) was always holed up in the room when not going to RAD or running errands.
Remembering his vow he chose to not question the motive and instead gathered the brothers that didn't have different plans. The group consisted of Satan, (y/n), Levi, and Beel. Less than thirty minutes later the group was all ready and in a car on their way to Hells Kitchen.
Satan lied and told his brothers it was his idea to go out and that it was to take a break from studying, but as Satan was always holding doors open for (y/n), Beel felt an ulterior motive was going on.
The group played darts, and billiards in teams. At the beginning of each new game (y/n) would request being teamed up with Satan. After all Satan was the only one that made a effort to spend time with (y/n) as of recent.
Everyone was taking shots together with each potted ball or any time a dart would hit an even number. They were truly enjoying each other's company.
(Y/n) over time became decently tipsy from the human realm alcohol that the bar would call an "import". It wasn't the same when in comparison to what the brothers had to get drunk, but it was the closest to keeping things even.
As the time flew by during the fun, (y/n) looked at their DDD to see what time it was, just for their face to twist in anger.. Something must've aggravated (y/n) as they made a fast exit outside while dialing a human phone number.
About fifteen minutes passed and Satan played a game head to head against Levi while Beel enjoyed another bat wing sandwich, (y/n) walked back in with a boiling aura and sat down at the bar, ordering another glass. Satan watched in concern feeling as though he failed (y/n), he was no longer interested in the game. Seeing Satan had stopped playing, Levi moved to a dart board to practice his dart throwing while taking another drink with each miss. Beelz wasn't nearly as distracted as the oldest of the three, instead he followed Satans gaze and saw his eyes fell on (y/n)'s tense shoulders.
"Levi," He called over the oldest of the group, wanting his opinion. "What do you think about Satan and (y/n)?"
Levi stepped over to them then put his drink down and smirked at his wrath filled brother. "It's kawaii that our residential nerd has found someone he doesn't want to murder." Levi jokingly jabbed, causing Satans face to heat a bit.
"Like you're one to talk. Aren't you the geek that fantasizes about cartoon characters?" He defensively shot back at his older brother, not in the mood to be ridiculed.
Levi puffed out his cheeks at his brother before replying. "You know damn well I'm an otaku and it's anime! Don't take your feelings out at me, we all know you want to assist (y/n)!"
Beel stood up adjacent to them. "Satan, I have to agree. Go cheer (y/n) up."
Satan crossed his arm while glaring up at his brother, "Why did you start this conversation to begin with? What do you get out of analyzing me?" He wasn't pleased with the feeling that they were observing him.
"I needed a second opinion from someone." Beel shrugged while shoving his hands in his pockets. "You're smarter than all of us but stubborn when it comes to affection."
Satan couldn't argue with that one. Accepting that his brothers had a valid point, he turned on his heels, "you're right." He threw his words back to them as he made his way towards the bar.
Stepping up to (y/n)s side, Satan lightly tapped their shoulder to pull them out of deep thought. "Mind if I sit here?" He asked in a softer tone than he naturally would use.
(Y/n) nodded. "Not at all. Was hoping to talk to you."
"Oh? I'm here to listen." He reassured, Beels words about being stubborn swirling in the back of his mind.
Satan wanted to help, he wanted (y/n) to rely on him, and he needed to stop ignoring his own feelings.
A faint smile spread across their lips followed by a single laugh. "That's the thing. You're the only one that is here for me. I drove everyone else away over time for a human that I left this morning." Nervously, (y/n) ran a couple fingers across the bar top while looking away. "A bond with them all, but you're the only one that tried talking to me even when I shut myself away. Why?"
Satan though listening intently was more interest in why they finally broke up, but he knew (y/n)s questions were more important at the time than his. To keep the mood steady, the best course of action was to follow the flow of conversation, not ask the harder questions. "Well.. I knew you were constantly upset, the walls aren't soundproof after all," He paused for a moment to carefully choose his words. "I wanted to help you." He could feel his face heat a tiny bit, but he wasn't about to look away from (y/n)s face, adoring every feature.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" (Y/n) quickly apologized while looking back to him, realizing he must've heard more than his fair share of fights, willing or not.
"You know you want (y/n), don't falter now." He thought to himself before softly caressing (y/n)s cheek. "There's no need to apologize to me. I'll always be here for you." He tenderly revealed how he cared while lightly tracing his thumb cross their cheek.
(Y/n)s eyes grew wide as they began to understand what he was saying. "I... well..." (y/n) was unsure how to express gratitude during the rush of nervousness that overcame them. "So it's okay I left him because I like you?!" The confession was blurted out and bled together some from how fast it came out, but Satan still understood.
"Wait, what?" He reflexively pulled his hand away from the surprise, remembering a conversation (y/n) had with their now ex where he threatened to destroy the dorm he was asked to watch. "What about your property he was supposed to safeguard? Didn't he threaten to destroy everything you owned if you were to leave?"
(Y/n) opened their mouth to ask how he knew but closed it before any words could come out.
Of course he would know that. Thin walls and loud arguments, Satan probably knew more about (y/n) than anyone else in the three realms at this point. "That's... that's why I stepped away earlier. He sent me pictures of my computer and television smashed in..." a frustrated groan unintentionally left (y/n)s throat, remembering the pictures he sent of the dorm after he did his damage. "It's worth it though. If he was like this now.. I'd be scared to see how he would've treated me if he were this upset at me in person."
A multitude of emotions danced through Satans mind at this information, all taking turns behind his calm exterior. He felt relief that (y/n) had this realization before anything potentially dangerous could happen. Anger that someone whom claimed to be a man would do something so childish and petty to a "loved one". Seething hatred at the mental image of what could've happened if (y/n) didn't reach this realization soon enough.
Trying not to let his slew of emotions seep through his calm facade, he reminded himself again of his silent vow. "Is there any way I could help? They were monetary items, I could help you replace them.." Satan offered, though deep down he was biting back the urge to have a little "chat" with the guy. Him and (y/n) now had an excuse to make a quick visit to the human realm. It could be so easy for him to slip away for a moment while (y/n) changed locks and cleaned up. All he needed was a little time.
Though tempting, he shoved that thought into a deep part of his mind. That is not important right now. He told himself, though he already had an impressive list of ideas to make the ex repay the damages.
(Y/n) shook their head quickly in response. "I'll worry about that later," taking a sip from their neglected drink in an attempt to steel the nerves, they looked deep into Satans green eyes before continuing. "Now that I'm single, can I stay with you tonight?"
Both (y/n) and Satan blushed as the question sat between them. It would've been a lie if Satan said he didn't like the idea, but was that really okay? (Y/n) wasn't sober, but it did seem like something they honestly wanted. This conflicted him as he wanted to please (y/n), but was scared it was really the liquid courage talking for (y/n). Mulling it over, he came to a conclusion that he'd agree to sharing his bed and cuddling, but he wasn't going to let things go further for moral reasons.
"Of course," he finally forced out just as (y/n)s confidence began to waiver. "You can stay with me whenever you want." He admitted while holding back his embarrassment so no one could see.
(Y/n) was so exciting and relieved that they jumped forward at Satan to throw their arms around him in a hug, stunning the demon for a moment before he hugged them back.
Snickers could be heard from across the bar from Levi while Beel was smiling and giving a thumbs up in approval. Satan raised a hand to give the older of the two "the finger" before bringing his hand back to (y/n)s back, hugging even tighter.
When their hug broke (y/n) quickly placed a peck on Satans lips as a thanks for everything he'd done.

Later that night when they all finally went home, Satan and (y/n) went to his room hand in hand. He took care not to let things get anywhere between them, knowing (y/n) was no where near sober, but it didn't mean they couldn't sleep in each other's arms. Locking the bedroom door and turning off their phones so no one could interrupt them. He pulled (y/n) against his bare chest, kissing their forehead before falling asleep in each other's arms.