I requested the ask for members of the Obey Me cast meeting their S/O's family. It was even better than I was hoping it would be!
I loved it so much that I'd like to request it again, this time with Asmodeus, Belphegor, Barbatos & Luke! (if that's ok with you)
“So… You’re Dating WHAT Exactly?”
Tags: Asmo x Reader, Barbatos x Reader, Belphie x Reader, Luke x Reader, Crackfic, Comedy, Meet The Parents, Family Dinner Chaos, Demon Boyfriends, Platonic Relationship (in Luke's Part) Awkward Introductions, Chaotic Humor.
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Blasphemy Jokes, Threats Of Violence (Comedic), Social Awkwardness, Over-The-Top Flirting, Sleep Deprivation, Time Shenanigans, Luke Being Defensive About His Height, Cat Gets Involved.
A/N: I'm glad you enjoyed the previous one, I tried my best even though I have forgotten mostly everything about that game (except the trauma it gave me). 😭🙏
[Part 1]
Your mother has always wanted to meet your significant other. Unfortunately, your significant other is a literal Avatar of Lust who thinks “meeting the parents” means “auditioning for America’s Next Top Model.”
You had warned Asmo. You had said the words: “Tone it down. Please. For me.”
So naturally, he shows up to your house in a floor-length fur coat (it’s June), rhinestone sunglasses, and heels so high that your neighbor across the street muttered, “Is that… Harry Styles?”
Your dad opens the door.
Asmo instantly throws jazz hands. “Hiiiiiii, Daddy!”
Your dad blinks twice, looks at you, then back at Asmo. “…Did he just—?”
“HE MEANS IT LIKE ‘SIR,’” you blurt out, dragging Asmo inside before the HOA calls animal control for “feral peacock activity.”
Asmo does not sit like a normal human. He perches. Like some kind of sparkly bird. Legs crossed, sunglasses still on. He sighs dramatically. “Sweetie, your house is so cozy! Just like those human-world sitcoms. Tell me, where’s the laugh track? Or is that your father’s breathing?”
Your mom forces a smile. “So, Asmo… what do you… do?”
“Oh, I’m a demon,” he says casually, filing his nails with a literal diamond. “The Avatar of Lust, actually.”
You choke on your drink. “ASMO—”
But Asmo is already waving. “Don’t worry! It just means everyone wants me. Like… everyone. Your neighbor with the socks and sandals? Wanted me. The Amazon delivery guy? Already DMed me. Your dad—”
“HEY.”
The rest of dinner is a fever dream. Asmo flirts with the family cat. He insists on giving your mom a skincare consultation mid-salad. He takes fifty selfies with your dad’s grill.
At dessert, your mom whispers to you: “I don’t know if he’s Satan… but he’s definitely something.”
You sigh. “Close enough.”
Belphie was not thrilled.
“I don’t see why I have to meet them,” he whined from your couch, burritoed in your blanket. “Humans invented traffic. And taxes. Why would I willingly meet more of them?”
“Because they’re my parents, Belphie.”
He groaned. “Fine. But I’m not wearing pants.”
You thought he was joking. He was not.
By the time your family dinner rolled around, Belphie had only upgraded to sweatpants (with suspicious hay stuck to them), an oversized hoodie, and bedhead that could be classified as a natural disaster.
Your mom opened the door and froze. “…Sweetie, is he… okay?”
“He’s just… tired,” you explained.
Belphie yawned. “Hello.” Then immediately walked past her, collapsed face-first onto your family couch, and fell asleep.
“Is he… alive?”
“Define ‘alive.’”
Dinner went about as well as expected. Which is to say: not. Belphie snored through introductions, twitched violently when your dog licked his sock, and at one point muttered in his sleep: “I’ll kill you all.”
“Ha ha!” you said nervously. “Sleep talk! Haha. Classic.”
“…Should we call the cops?”
Finally, halfway through dessert, Belphie sat up, hair sticking out like a bird’s nest, and deadpanned: “This pie sucks.”
Your dad’s eye twitched. “That’s my grandmother’s recipe.”
Belphie shrugged. “She should’ve done better.”
You ended the night by physically dragging him out before your father grabbed the shotgun he swore he “kept for raccoons.”
On the way home, Belphie curled against you and mumbled: “Your dad’s scary… I like him.”
“…You’re never invited back.”
You had explained to your parents that your boyfriend was “a butler.” Which was true. You just… left out the part where he was a demon who could bend time and bake pastries that could make Gordon Ramsay cry.
Barbatos arrived on time. Too on time. Like, the second your mom opened the oven to check the chicken, he was ringing the doorbell.
“Good evening,” Barbatos said smoothly, bowing low. He carried a tray of macarons that looked like they belonged in the Louvre.
Your mom nearly fainted. “He BAKES?”
Your dad squinted. “What’s with the gloves? You hiding fingerprints, son?”
Barbatos only smiled. “Not at all, sir. I simply prefer cleanliness.”
Which was code for: “I’ve killed people and you’ll never find the body.”
Dinner was… terrifyingly civil. Barbatos cut his steak with the precision of a neurosurgeon. He never blinked. He asked your parents questions in a tone so polite it felt like an interrogation.
At one point, your dad whispered to you, “Why does it feel like he knows… everything about me?”
“Because he probably does.”
When dessert rolled around, Barbatos casually admitted, “Oh, I’ve met you both before. Several times.”
Your mom froze. “…Excuse me?”
“In… alternate timelines, of course,” he said with a soft smile. “I do enjoy exploring how different futures play out.”
Your dad dropped his fork. “He’s either a stalker or Doctor Strange.”
By the time Barbatos offered to “fix the squeaky hinge on your garage door,” your dad had gone pale, and your mom had whispered to you: “Sweetheart… blink twice if you’re in danger.”
“No, Mom, it’s fine. He’s just like this.”
Barbatos, who was sipping tea just politely answered, “Oh, I assure you… if your child were in danger, they wouldn’t be here.”
Silence. Dead silence.
Barbatos smiled. “That was a joke.”
Nobody laughed.
Explaining Luke to your family was… complicated.
“Okay,” you said before bringing him over. “He’s not my boyfriend. He's my adoptive son. He’s an angel. Like, a real angel. Wings, halo, the whole deal.”
Your dad raised an eyebrow. “So you’re bringing a child preacher into my house?”
“…Sort of?”
Luke arrived holding a plate of cookies. “Hi! I baked these with Simeon!”
Your mom melted instantly. “Aw, aren’t you adorable?”
Luke’s face darkened. “I am NOT adorable. I am a soldier of the Celestial Realm. A warrior of the Lord. Do not patronize me or I'll report you to Archangel Michael!”
Your dad: “…So… adorable.”
The entire dinner was Luke trying (and failing) to convince your parents that he was a legitimate, powerful angel, not just a very intense twelve-year-old who watched too much VeggieTales.
When your dad asked if he wanted juice, Luke replied, “I prefer holy water.”
When your mom asked if he had hobbies, he said, “Exorcisms.”
At one point, he stood on his chair and declared, “If any demons try to corrupt this household, I will smite them on sight!”
The family cat hissed. Luke screamed and hid behind you.
Your dad whispered under his breath, “…Mighty warrior, huh?”
By dessert, Luke had regained his confidence. He slammed a cookie on the table and shouted, “THIS is the power of the Celestial Realm!”
Your mom bit into it. “…Sweetheart, it just tastes like sugar.”
Luke gasped like she’d insulted the Pope. “Blasphemy!”
You had to drag him out before he challenged your dad to “holy combat.”
Later, as you tucked him into the guest futon, Luke muttered, “Your family… they don’t respect me.”
You patted his head. “That’s because you called our cat a demon.”
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Imagine Billy Hitting on You but Steve Appears Making Billy back off
It was a hot summer day. To be frank there wasn't much to do in Hawkins so you thought it would be a nice day to go to the neighborhood pool.
You layed comfortably on a lawn chair, eyes closed, with your arm covering your face as you soaked the sun and waited for adult swim to be over. Hungry and tired you slowly began to drift off until a voice was heard. A whistle and a deep voice.
"Hi princess. What's ya name?" He asked in a cool tone. You ignored it assuming it was directed towards someone else until the voice spoke again.
"ey sweet cheeks. The one in the y/f/c bakini Im talking to you." He stated causing you to move your arm and squint at the person.
This person of coarse being Billy Hargrove the ass of a brother of max/madmax.
"is that just how you introduce yourself to everyone?" You asked rhetorically. "Cause if so Dios Mio serias mas pendejo que espere"
He licked his lips and smirked "I don't speak Spanish but I can teach you how to French" he said with a wink, receiving no reaction from you.
"prefiero mi español. Pero gracias." you winked back causing him to be a bit confused.
"so what's a pretty girl like you doing at the pool by herself? I offer my company. With a body like mine who could refuse" he said with a chuckle.
"-I would" a familiar voice said. Your friend and neighbor Steve HAIRington.
"as in I would, I would refuse" he clarified.
"we-we get it" Billy stated
You held you hand out to him and he passed you a cold Sprite can.
"I never said I was here alone" you added before bumping cups with Steve and sipping your drink.
Billy stood there not really sure what to do just chuckling awkwardly.
"why is he here?" Steve asked you suddenly as you shrugged.
"I don't even fucking know. I'm just hella confused" you stated before signing and going back to your position.
Billy stood awkwardly and attempted to conversate with steve. "So uh king Steve how's uh-" Steve interrupted him by waving him goodbye.
"yeah. I'mma just...." Billy stated as he walked away not knowing himself if the interaction was good? Bad? Or just all around weird?
You turned your head slightly towards HAIRington "see this is why I just don't talk to people" you said with a tiny chuckle
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I just thought I'd be quietly poking around the Entrapdak corner of tumblr for a while until anyone would ever notice me.
Then I got noticed. So here we go I guess.
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