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“MC,” Asmo pouts, eyes getting watery. You couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit guilty, but you would stick by your words.
“Nope! No way pretty boy!” You smirk, smacking away the wooden spoon, “I told you from the beginning, I’m only here to keep you company, you’re making the food all by yourself!” Asmo sticks his tongue out at you before turning around to stir the curry he was cooking. You jump up to sit on the kitchen counter, picking up your phone and setting your music to shuffle for some ambiance. The first few beats of Hero by Skillet played, but Asmo was groaning and complaining even before the drums began.
“Noooooo, not your emo shit,” Asmo groans, taking a moment to drape himself dramatically over your lap. You’ve had this discussion over 25 times now, and you had 25 top of the line headphones to show for it. Asmo wasn’t much for alternative scene, neither the music or fashion, and while he adored you, he’d rather you kept this music to yourself.
“I’m just saying, you can’t knock it till you try it. I like your playlist but I want something, I don’t know, something harder.” You wave your hand, trying to find the words for “I love you and your playlists but if I hear one more pop song I’m going to scream”.
“I can give you something harder,” Asmo tries to lean up into you for a kiss but you boop his forehead and push him back towards the stove.
“I know all your tricks Casanova, no kisses for you until you’re done,” You continue to scroll, before finally finding the right song. “I really think you might like rock and pop punk more than you think. I mean come on, you’ll listen to musicals and COUNTRY but not punk?” Before Asmo could retort, you hit play and jump right into singing.
“ Black dress, with the tights underneath. I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth. And she’s an actress, but she ain’t got no need. She’s got money from her parents in a trust fund back east.” Asmo’s interest is piqued, and he keeps looking back from his cooking to watch you sing.
“T-t-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks, While my tongue is on the inside of some other girls teeth-” Asmo is full on smirking, putting the spoon down and coming over to you, placing his hands on your hips and staring you down, challenging you to keep singing.
“T-tell your boyfriend if he says he’s got beef; that I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fucking scared of him “ Asmo leans in for a kiss, but you pull back as the beat drops and start exaggeratedly head banging to the chorus. Asmo laughs for a solid moment, and when you have to take a second to reorient yourself, he even snorts. You catch your breath before jumping back in,-
“X’s on the back of your hands. Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands And your set list (set list) You stole off the stage. Had red and purple lipstick all over the page,” Now it was your turn to tease him, curling your finger to draw him closer. "Be-be-be-bruises cover your arms Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm,” when he’s close enough, you grab him by the waist and draw him close, throwing your arms around his shoulders so you can look him right in the eyes as you sing, but he keeps leaning in.
“And the best is (best is) no one knows who you are-"
“Just another girl, alone at the bar,” you whisper right against his lips before grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling him in for a kiss. Asmo follows suit, one hand on your back, the other on your thigh as he tries to bring you closer, phone and food already forgotten. You hadn’t been making out long when a stern cough has you pulling away. You turn and see Lucifer standing in the kitchen doorway, and immediately hop off the table, acting like a teenager caught with their boyfriend in their room.
“I expect dinner to be served at 7, no exceptions,” Lucifer’s glaring, but mostly at Asmo. “Preferably not bur-”
“Shush girl, shut your lips. Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips. I said-” You lunge for your phone, desperately trying to shut it off. Lucifer turned his glare to you, and with absolutely no finesse, you give up and pry the battery out of your DDD when the music app wouldn’t close fast enough. Lucifer sighs before walking out, “I’d prefer dinner not be burned. 7- O -CLOCK.” You can’t help but blush, although you’ve been caught doing worse (Pinata Lucifer incident of 2020), but Asmo is already back at the stove, small puffs of black smoke starting to come off the curry.
“Hmmm, you might have a point MC, you should show me your playlists after dinner,” You could hear the suggestion behind Asmo tone, but you were determined to convince him to take you to a concert, or even a rave, before the night was over. He might not like punk rock or Gothic looks too much, but EDM/rave/ and EDC outfits? He might just become a bigger fan than you.