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sukunaology · 3 months

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Hello, I am a first time reader. May I please request for Yandere Nanami Kento one shot wherein his darling is trying to hide from him inside their shared home.

𝚗.𝚔. — 𝚓𝚓𝚔

a/n: hihi !! thank you for requesting!! i was so excited to see my first request! i hope i fulfilled what you asked for you! kento is a new character to write for me so i hope i do him justice lolol

w/c: 758

synopsis: in which you screw up royally

trigger warnings: pet names (dear, darling), general yandere scariness, kidnapping mentions, forced financial dependency, mentions of violence, mention of punishment, forced domestic roles and spanking. MDNI, read under the cut.

it hadn't been long since kento had brought you back to his home. you still have nightmares of that moment when you had been knocked out and taken to the home that he had recently bought. he told you that it was perfect, it would be just you and him, in a shared domestic bliss.

though in your eyes, it did not feel that way. even though you greeted him every evening at the door, you never ever truly loved him. it was a matter of survival for you.

you quickly learned kento's pattern, if you had disobeyed or made any attempt to run away, he would bend you over his knee or he'd lock you up in that strangely large basement depending on the severity. kento isn't quick to anger, in fact, compared to everyone else, he has loads of patience toward you. he didn't mind that dinner was not always ready when he came home. he didn't mind that learning how to sow took you a long time. it was only when you decided to challenge that domestic fantasy he had created that were you subject to the worst of kento.

"dear, i'm going to work now"

his voice pulls you from the chasm of your mind, and you look up at him. you feel his lips press gently against your forehead, his hands cupping your cheeks. you lean into his touch, feeding his fantasies. you began to notice that he trusted you more than he did in the past.

he lets you watch tv for a certain amount of time, he lets you outside when he is home. he also started letting you access the knives in the kitchen, you hadn't tried to test his patience since the last time he had locked you in the basement.. but today you felt brave.

you walk kento to the door, giving him a final goodbye kiss. you wave as he enters his car and he drives away.

closing the door, you decide to occupy your time by reading books or doing menial chores around the house, it's the only thing you can really do. you watched carefully as the clock ticked by, waiting for that very specific time. 3'oclock. this busiest hour of kento's office job.

when that fated time clicks on the clock hands, you get up and carefully head to the farthest window down the hallway that connects the living room to the stairs. you push up the window lock and you cheer mentally as it opens with no problem. it seems easy.. almost too easy, but you pay no mind to the minute details of the moment.

pulling yourself up to the window ledge, you freeze as you notice the green light reflection in the window. your hands feel clammy as you jump down, closing the window. you turn slowly, meeting face to face with the camera. damn it. you should have seen that coming

kento plans everything

he knows everything you do

he must be coming home now.

in the distance, outside the door, you can hear the tires of kento's car tires screech. you shake out of your stupor to find a place to hide. instinctively, you go where you always hide when kento gets like this. the bedroom closet. predictable, but it allows you a moment to get ready for what is to come.

like clockwork, you hear the door slam. his footsteps stomp up the steps and you can hear as he enters the bedroom. "dear, come out. now" he speaks evenly, but you know of the hell that will come to you. you might as well face it now. you get up from your fetal position and you step out of the closet door.

kento sits on the edge of the bed, and he gives a stern yet disappointed look. "i expected better from you, darling. you know what to do, come here"

you do as you are told and you come to him, you bend over his knee. he hikes up your pants, "we'll do fifteen. this will help you remember exactly what happens if you do this again" clenching the sheets from where you lay, you prepare yourself for the first hit.

then the next

the next

and the next

it feels like forever before it is over. he rubs his hand up and down your back as you sob, the stinging pain hitting you like a freight train. "i know it hurts, but you'll do good to remember that this is for your own good darling"

#yandere kento nanami #yandere jjk #𓆩♡𓆪 juni writes #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #oh god i hope i did this right ue ue

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wisecrackingeric-2 · 6 months

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talk about the warrior cats AU that was MY SHIT back in elementary school for real

EEEEEERMMMMMM HEY HI HELLO IM SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO. I. MIGHTVE GONE OVERBOARD. SO YKNOW. THERE IS A L O T OF TEXT UNDER THE CUT. But I hope you like it either way I am OBSESSED w this dumb au!!!!!!!!!!!

Also none of it is proofread at ALL this is ALL word vomit I’m sorry BXNSHENEJENDJ

Character allegiances just so people don’t get confused;

Smokesun- Luis (Ex-Windclan Medicine Cat)

Lionfur- Leon (Thunderclan Warrior)

Badgerheart- Rebecca (Thunderclan Medicine Cat)

Ashpaw- Ashley (Thunderclan Apprentice)

Ada (Rogue)

Note before I start: I’m making this take place in the old forest territories from arc 1 because this is basically just a copy of the second arc HXNSHSNSJSJ and it’d make more sense for their long journey to the ocean to take multiple months rather than just a few days like it would if they were in the new lake territories, so alas, no Skyclan in this AU- Only Thunderclan, Windclan, Shadowclan and Riverclan

OK ok so this AU starts BEFORE the actual story starts with Smokesun (Luis); Windclans only medicine cat. He is, obviously, very well-liked amongst his clanmates and he’s got a particularly strong bond with Starclan and receives pretty clear visions from them as a result (Starclan is like Cat Heaven and Cat Gods and Medicine cats are the only cats who can communicate with them)

So when Smokepaw (he’s still an apprentice at this point) receives a VERY SCARY vision from Starclan telling him that a sickness is cursed to ravish their clan, he obviously panics and tells everyone, and IMMEDIATELY begins working on a cure with guidance from Starclan

,,,,,,,,Only that cure DOES NOT work and in fact makes them become sicker EVEN FASTER. Some cats question whether he was even getting visions from Starclan in the first place or whether he was receiving them from the Dark Forest (evil cat hell where Bad Cats go)

SO when Smokepaw/sun starts getting punishing visions from Starclan so horrible to the point they have him physically coiling on the ground the clans like. Yep!! He fucked up!!!! He needs to be punished!!!!!

And ofc Smokesun does NOT wanna be punished and he also wants to escape Starclans visions so he. Runs away from Windclan off into the wilderness never to be seen again (If a med cat goes outside of clan territories they loose their connection to starclan and can’t receive visions from them)

So with their only medicine cat gone and their clan slowly dying from a mysterious illness, Windclan shut themselves off from the rest of the clans and don’t ask anyone for help (because this is Warrior Cats babey!!!!) and the other clans just go. Oh ok. They’re probably plotting a war or something. Let’s leave them alone.

And it’s against the code for other Medicine Cats to talk about insider Medicine Cat stuff with the rest of their clan so even though the other clans med cats notice Smokesun is missing, they’re not allowed to say anything

That is until Badgerpaw, Thunderclans medicine cat, (our beloved Rebecca Chambers) spills the beans to Thunderclans leader (presumably President Graham in this AU AGABSGEBEYDNSHXJ) that oooOoOoOoO a spOoooOoOoOoky evil medicine cat cursed Windclan and that’s why they’re sick!!!!! But because this is warrior cats the leader doesn’t say anything so moons pass and nothing really happens

Then we FINALLY cut to where like, the ‘main story’ starts- Lionfur (Leon) isn’t Thunderclans DEPUTY but he’s definitely a high-ranking warrior and as such mr leader president Grahamstar tells him first that his daughter, Ashpaw, has come down with a mysterious illness oOoOoOoOooOOoooo and Badgerheart (now a full medicine cat) suspects that it’s the same illness Windclan got from that super scary super evil medicine cat.

This is all obviously FRESH NEWS to Lionfur cuz the leader hasn’t told ANYONE abt this and it’s ESPECIALLY WORRYING cuz Ashpaw is more like a lil sibling to Lionfur in this AU (just for the sake of making the au make sense please don’t spin this BXBHSSNS) so he’s a liiiiiiil more understanding when the leaders like “ok. Now I need you to go outside clan territories and travel for MIIIIIIIIIIIILES to find a cure and reach the ocean and find that evil medicine cat. May starclan light your path lmao. Oh also Badgerheart got a vision that the ocean is where you’ll find the cure and we need to bring that evil medicine cat back so that they can repent but Badgerheart has to stay here so there aren’t any plot holes lmao”

So Lionfur is about to set off to god knows where on a god knows how dangerous mission when Ashpaw is like “:DDDDDD hey hi hello I’m coming with you!!!!!!!” And Lionfurs like “??????WTF NO YOU'RE NOT YOU'RE SICK????????” But It’s already too late so he begrudgingly let’s her tag along

Along the way after they’ve made it past clan territories, they somehow stumble across a mysterious cat who understands their clan language!!!!! He introduces himself as Smokesun and he knows an oddly large amount of knowledge about herbs and medicine and the territories outside of the clans and he’s also just so handsome and so charming and hey he’s a sweetheart to Ashpaw and I mean shucks they need somebody with proper herb knowledge to join them anyways so he tags along!!!! (Lionfur probably wouldn’t recognise him cuz Smokesun was only an apprentice when he left and also Medicine cats from other clans don’t usually interact with other clan cats)

So the three of them go on wild and whacky adventures together and I imagine if this was a warriors book this is where the main story would take place!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t have anything in mind but I imagine they’d probably have to fight against rogue groups (maybe a stand in for so Illuminados idk they’re not really relevant in this au) or giant dogs (again maybe Krauser) all while laughing and having fun and growing closer and oh god is Lionfur falling in love with this total looser from the middle nowhere he knows nothing about?????? He totally is!!!!!!!!!!!

But along their journey, Lionfur starts to notice some,,,,,,, weird stuff happening. Like, Smokesun will randomly double over and claw at his head but then sit up a few seconds later saying he’s totally fine (he’s not my boy is cursed with The Visions still!!!!!!!!! He’s being forced by starclan to feel what his Windclan clan mates are feeling!!!) and Ashley’s only getting sicker and sicker so they need to REALLY get a move on and reach the ocean sooner or later and find this damn mysterious evil medicine cat!!!!

Also I’m not sure where else to slot this in but Ada’s important to this au too ofc!!!!!!!!! When Smokesun first left Windclan he had no clue how to fend for himself and Ada managed to find him almost half mangled so she picked him up and helped him but they kept accidentally crossing paths and every single time Smokesun looked worse and worse (those damn visions amirite) so she taught him how to find specific herbs thatd help and he realised oh!!!!! I can make a suppressant from these!!!!!!!!!! So he dedicated ALL of his time to making a proper suppressant for Windclan (all the while. Y’know. Experimenting on himself and clawing his chest open and giving himself god knows what. Y’know. Classic Luis body horror shit amirite)

But he was too afraid to go back to the clans and give it to them himself so Ada would trot over there and drop them off for him and leave before anyone could see her (they probably thought it was a gift from starclan or something BDNEHWNEJSJ)

And that’s basically how Ashpaw didn’t just straight up die throughout their journey cuz Smokesun knew where to find herbs to make the suppressants- also in a similar vein to the actual game, Ada kinda follows them around like a shadow and helps them before they can get in TOO much trouble (ie, scaring away dogs, knocking over dams etc etc)

ALSO also again idk where else to put it but I think it’s funny to note that Ada’s not a clan cat- she’s a rogue and thus she doesn’t believe in Starclan so she’s not ENTIRELY convinced Smokesun isn’t just. Slowly going insane ANSNHDNEHSNS

Everytime he gets a migraine and starts shouting about the dead cats in his head she’s just like “oh my GOD dude PLEASE just GO TO A V E T GODDAMNIT”

Anyways after a LONG while the three of them FINALLY get to the ocean but. There’s no magical starclan-guided cure there. And even worse????? Lionfur has come down with the same illness so ALL tensions are high at this point.

And Smokesun is SO FULL OF GUILT because he’s under the impression that he’s been cursed by starclan and so it’s HIS PRESENCE that’s making Starclans cure not show up but he can’t just. Run away from his problems and from Lionfur and Ashpaw like he normally does. Cuz y’know. They’re sick and he’s the only one who knows how to make a suppressant.

So he has to very woefully admit to Lionfur that HES the mysterious evil medicine cat they’ve been looking for and he’s the one that “cursed” them. And obviously. Lionfur is PIIIIIIISSSEDD. But Ashpaw sick and so is he and none of them can leave the ocean so they all just kinda. Have to sit in a cave and talk about their emotions.

Lionfur and Smokesun have a Heart to heart and wowie just like in the base game Lionfur forgives Smokesun for his actions because he’s clearly so full of guilt and is doing everything in his power to save them yadda yadda yadda we all know how this goes anyways they kiss and make up and tell each other that they love each other but now they’ve got a NEW dhilemma cuz cats from seperate clans can’t be in a relationship and medicine cats are forbidden to be in a relationship but honestly?????? Lionfurs kinda considering just,,,,, not going back to the clans (after they drop Ashpaw home ofc)

Also hilarious to note that Ada is still hanging around watching all this go down like that scene in Brokeback mountain and she still delivers suppressants and herbs to the clans but every now and then she’ll poke her head up and be like “oh btw the warrior you sent out and your daughter are doing fine lmao” and the cats will be like???????? Wtf???????? Who are you?????????????? I can also imagine Badgerheart and Ada form a lil friendship over this too BXBDBNSBDSND

Anyways Smokesun realises EURIKA I CAN MAKE MEDICINE FROM THE SALT IN THE OCEAN (hey if a new prophecy did that plot point so can I) so he gathers up the medicine and makes it and voila!!!!!!! It works!!!!!!!!!!!! He’s not cursed after all Starclan are just cruel omnipotent gods!!!!!!!! So with Ada’s help they all race back to the clans and give them all the medicine and Ashpaw back everything is happy as Larry Wahoo

But. Y’know. Theres still the problem of. Smokesun. He doesn’t wanna go back to Windclan even after they’ve been healed for obvious reasons, and Lionfur realized he finds a whole lot more fulfillment in going on crazy adventures with Lionfur and by god he’s in love with that dumb cat too. So they all say their teary goodbyes to Ashpaw (and watch as she gets her Warrior status and her new name, Ashsun after Smokesun :,,,) ) and Smokesun and Lionfur run Off into the sunset never to be seen by the clans again but always in love and living their best gay kitty cat lives the end :))))))))

Lastly I think it would be HILARIOUS if Ada became the medicine cat of Windclan after Smokesun. Because she does NOT believe in starclan so whenever they’re like “OH NOOOOO THR CLOUDS ARE COVERING THE MOON WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!!” She can shove poppy seeds in their mouths and tell them to shut the fuck up HDNHENEEJDJCUXJ

#I’m autistic can you tell #MOOTIES PLEASE ASK ME ABT THIS AU PRETTY PLEASE OH PLEASE #serennedy #luis serra #leon s kennedy #ada wong #ashley graham

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oboetemasuka · 3 months

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From one hell to another

A little free verse thing I did because I was inspired. I'd thank @purgemarchlockdown, but it's more like they were just there when I got the light bulb.

Okay, it's more than a "little" free verse. (Is this free verse?)

Summary: This world is hell, and Amane Momose can never escape, no matter what she does.

(cw child abuse, cults - And I do really dig into them.)

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Amane is a good girl. Because if she isn’t, they’re going to make that face at her again. But she can’t help it sometimes. She likes nice things. She gets punished for trying to spoil herself with nice things. She’s left shivering, too cold to move, gasping for air But it isn’t scary at all. Because it’s love.

She doesn’t think to run away. Because it’s a sin to run from pain. Because this is her home and family. Where else would she go anyway? She doesn’t think to call for help. Because strangers can’t be trusted. They would call her crazy. Say she’s being deceived. Try to lead her astray. Take her away from her family. Now that’s a scary thought.

Amane likes animals. There’s nothing wrong with sneaking off to play with a cat for a bit, right? The poor thing is injured. There’s nothing wrong with giving it a handkerchief to stop the bleeding, right? … Of course she would be found out. God has eyes everywhere.

She can’t move. Her arms won’t listen to her. Everything hurts and She can’t move.

Amane lies on the ground, still reeling from the shocks and the strikes and the noise and the breathlessness. This isn’t scary at all. Surprising, but not scary. This isn’t scary because this is lo- Because this is lo- This is lo- This is hell.

A hell where adults can play fast and loose with the rules while she can’t so much as breathe funny. Where she can’t stop to help a poor injured cat without being branded as a heretic. Where her mom can kill that same cat without even a slap on the wrist. Wait… this just might be her way out. Running away is not an option. Calling for help is not an option. But righteously punishing a faith breaker… That is something she can do. Something she shall plan to do. Something she has been waiting to do.

Amane doesn’t even remember what she is being punished for. All that matters is that it’s her mother’s turn now. It’s Amane’s turn to give back the judgement. Once she catches her breath, She gets ahold of the tools her mother used. She catches her from behind, unaware. She pays no mind to those useless pleas for mercy. She learned this from her mother. Apologizing means nothing.

It’s over. It feels so good to be on the other side. She is free from this hell. The door opens. She turns to look. “I did good! Are you proud of me?” … No, that can’t be right. She only did what she was shown to do. Amane is a good girl, right? …Right? … “I’m sorry for breaking the rules!”

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Amane wakes up in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by strange people. Is this some sort of purgatory? Over her school uniform is some sort of straitjacket. At least that’s what she’s told. It isn’t very restrictive. The “warden” is a kid not much older than her. They say they will judge everyone’s sins. Amane has nothing to worry about. She is a good girl. All she did was act in accordance with her faith. The warden will see that.

The other prisoners look at her strangely. They think she’s crazy. They think she’s being deceived. They wonder why a child is here in this prison. They don’t think she could kill of her own accord. This is hell. A different kind, but still hell nonetheless. But it’s not scary at all. God is on her side.

The warden, too, looks down on her. Do they not see it? Just because she’s a child, she couldn’t have done this of her own accord? They relent. This isn’t so bad after all. They call her a murderer. Hang on, she hasn’t done anything wrong. All she did was act in accordance with her faith. She will show them that. Once they understand, they could make the world she was meant to live in. A world where judgment is not born out of the corruption of humankind. If they see it, this could be a just world.

They are making that face at her. She does not mind that they think she is annoying, but They are making that face at her. And now she can’t move. Resorting to violence? This isn’t scary at all. That’s what the adults always do. She isn’t scared of that. No matter how much she gasps and struggles, don’t be deceived. She isn’t scared at all. This is just another trial.

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The sleeves on her straitjacket have lengthened significantly. Once stopping at her elbows, now level with the hemline. The straps drag on the floor. It’s so hard to move.

What you did was wrong. Your faith is wrong. You’re crazy. You’re being deceived. You can’t be forgiven unless you recognize your sins. Absolutely unforgivable.

Shut up, stupid voices. This is hell. She ignores the voices. She rolls up the sleeves and picks the straps up off the floor. She thought MILGRAM could be a better world. But this is hell.

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The warden tells her straight that her murder was unforgivable. Murder based on religion and faith is unforgivable. They are wrong. She was only acting in accordance with her faith. They insult her faith. They insult God. This is worse than hell. This is a place that denies her beliefs, her feelings, her right to exist. The only way out is to punish this persecutor. This is something she can do. Something she has been planning to do.

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She can’t move her hand. The only option is to let go of the scissors, but she can’t. Or else the warden will confiscate them. She has to carry out her punishment. She tries again. It doesn’t work. A place where she’s denied the right to carry out judgment. This is worse than hell!

The warden continues to treat her like a kid. To mock her. To stomp all over her faith. And there is nothing she can do about it. She has nothing to hold on.

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“We? Who’s we?” She has found her way in. There is yet hope. They can deny her doctrine all they want, but at the end of the day, they are just the same. She has the upper hand. She watches them fall to the floor. This is how she can exact punishment. This is how she can teach them the great principles of her faith. This is how she can show them what trials are. She can warn them of the evil prisoner who is stealing others’ trials away. Finally, she can do-

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She lifts her sleeve to her face, trying to ease the sting. The warden has no rules to play by. They can strike her for speaking out against the evils in this prison, and she can’t fight back. Why did she think for a moment that she was on the same level as them? They are a persecutor. There is no justice in this world.

Running away was not an option. Calling for help was not an option. Righteously punishing a faith breaker was not an option. For it only landed her in a place that seeks to restrict and crush her in every way possible. Punishing a persecutor is not an option.

This is hell. There is no leaving hell. The only movement is from one hell to another.

#milgram #amane momose #fic #cw cults #cw child abuse

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vallyofshimmeringstars · 2 years

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First time posting something Like this on here. But Starting off with mammon angst seems fun (not like I’ve been reading some for the past 5 hours)

The angst isn’t on this part but I love the build up to it

Tw: there isn’t anything specific but it does get a little scary

Under the blanket

Ever sense Mammon was little he loved exploring new areas. New things that he thought weren’t discovered yet. So whenever he went to Micheal to show him something new, he always got a response of “That’s cool” or “yeah I’ve seen that yesterday. Put it back immediately”. None of that ever made mammon happy but it never let him down. In fact it got him more interested in other things and proving that the great mammon can find something to impress Micheal. Unfortunately as he grew older the punishments he received from Micheal became harsher and harsher. Often in the end, mammon was wrapped up in some sort of blanket dreading for a hug that he craved.

One day Mammon was out in the woods gathering things he could get his hands on, to bugs, leaves, mud and even bark. He shoved it all in his backpack. He was walking down the trail he always followed but this time. He wanted to go further to see how far this trial went to and where it would leave him. After following it for what seemed like all day, the forest getting denser and more compact. The howls of the wind shaking the trees. The trail finally ended but the forest kept going. Beyond the howls of the wind the sun slowly setting he heard his name. “…Mammon…Mammon…” it kept repeating his name over and over. He stared at the never ending forest. His bag dropping to the ground, he was about to take a step when a hand grabbed his shoulder. His heart sank as he looked back. “Get away from me!” Mammon shouted as the hand covered his mouth. The figure was dark, gloomy but for some reason the touch of the figures hand made him feel at ease as him and the figure walked back.

He walked out of the forest as the trail ahead of him got lighter and lighter with the celestial city’s lights. The feeling of it being so light at this point of day stuck in his mind forever. Once he walked out he went to turn his head to the figure to thank it but he saw nothing. He looked around for it when the yelling of Lucifer and Micheal echoed through out the land. “The hell do you mean you haven’t seen Mammon!” Lucifer yelled on the top of his lungs. Micheal yelling back “I last saw him in his room! Why don’t you look for him if you’re so worried he probably ran away!—-” he was cut off to the the door open. Both turn their heads to see Mammon closing the door behind him as he got up onto his toes to push the doorknob back. Lucifer was the first one to run up to mammon to hug him. He grabbed the boys hair as he pulled him closer, his head was at his shoulder. Micheal just walked up to mammon as he looked into his eyes with a disapproving look.

After a minute Lucifer pulled away putting his palms on mammons cheeks. “Where did you go!?” Mammon was confused as he looked around and mumbled to himself. “I went out to the forest…to find something cool but I ended up walking far enough the trail stopped…” Both Lucifer and Micheal looked at each other their faces now a worried look. Lucifer looked back at mammon as he grabbed his shoulders “and what happen!?” Mammon in a state of shock as he started to worry from them as he looked at the ground and shook his head “…I turned back and went home…” Lucifer sighed in sleight relief as he got up. He looked at Micheal and placed his hand on Mammons head. “Let me take Mammon in for the night” his tone demanded. Micheal knowing he won’t win this fight, so he shooed them both away as he himself walked away back to his room.

Ever sense that night Mammon has never told anyone about the figure or the whispering noises even to this day, mammon still wonders what it was until one day. He was out with Lucifer. Something they haven’t done in a while, they got coffee and some blood covered scones. The day was warm and the air was fresh as the leaves danced in the wind. The topic of memories came into the conversation. Some happy or embarrassing memories they spoke of. Some made mammon stop in his tracks trying not to spit out his coffee. Some of the, making Lucifer grin as he rolled his eyes. The day has gotten a little hotter as they decided to sit on the nearest bench under a tree. Mammon sat back with his hands behind his head as he closed his eyes. “Hey Lucifer, I need to tell you somethin that I’ve been hidin’. ” Lucifer obviously leaned forward his arms resting on his thighs as he turned his head looking at him “I’m sure you haven’t plenty of that, so tell me I’m in a good mood. ” The way he said it made a shiver go down Mammons spine. He didn’t want to tell him the figure he saw that day. But more or Because he hasn’t stopped seeing it. Mammon room a deep breath as he looked at Lucifer. “Remember.. in the Celestial realm, I was still being taken care of by Micheal..” he paused as he looked away putting his arms down. Lucifer nods telling him to keep going. Mammon continues with a slightly hitched voice. “I lied to you that day…but that forest, it called me and I walked down if trying to find something…I got to the end of the trail you know?” Lucifer nods again as he adjusts himself in the seat this time he looks away. Mammon looks at him as he does the same. “Well, I was going to go in deeper when…a figure took me back…i didn’t know who it was, or whatever it was..but now…I can’t stop seeing him Lucifer” his voice slightly cracked as Lucifer turned his head around to see mammons cheeks were red his head hanged low as he gripped his pants.

Lucifer looked at him his expression worrying. “Mammon, why are you now telling me this? I mean if you kept seeing it then you should’ve told me sooner—” he was cut off when mammon raised his head and looked at him tears almost falling off his face, it now being pure panic and distress as he raised his voice. “It because it looks like Micheal!!” Mammon took a deep quivering breath as tears started to roll down his face. Lucifer’s heart sank to his stomach, he was to shocked to speak the only words getting out being; “what..?” Mammon gripped his shirt as he slowly got up stumbling while doing so. Lucifer went to grab his hand but it got smacked away by mammon. “Just forget I said anything alright?!” His voice quivers once more as he turned away and ran off back to HOL.

((What a long chapter for the first part haha, I hope you guys like it and if you want a part 2 then leave a comment I’ll be happy to make another one!!))

Part two part three part 4.5 part 5 part 6

#obey me mammon #mammon #mammon angst #mystery #obey me #lucifer #lucifer obey me #worried #scared #forest #fanfic #ongoing #obey me luficer #mammon obey me #shall we date obey me #angst #obey me angst

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a-sentient-horax · 5 months

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November 27, 2023 - Part 2

So I've been asking my boyfriend about what he sees, because he's an honest, third party observer with 5 years of context for this woman and her family. One thing that he said is that he felt like she was acting, like constantly. Which makes sense because (as I told him) it seems like my mom has a vision for how every event in her life should look every time it happens, and it has to like, go a certain way exactly how she expects it. My boyfriend called it being the actor and director at the same time. For example, when we were at dinner, my youngest brother asked her a pretty innocuous question. I can't remember what it was but it was something like "Mom, I want to be a fisherman one day!" We were at a seafood place, there were cool fish things all around us, he's a nine year old boy who just saw a fishing rod and went 'hell yeah.' In response, my mom turned her entire body towards him and like, held his hands in hers. She looks him right in the eyes and in a very serious, slow, incredibly emotive voice she starts talking to him about being a fisherman. "Well [my brother], you would have to work on a big boat, do you think you'd like that? And you'd have to be at sea for weeks and weeks, and most fisherman use a net, not a rod." And on and on in a very serious conversation. It's as if she needs every conversation with her children to be a perfect, manicured, core memory where she is a wise, perfect adult giving them life changing information and advice.

And in a way I feel guilty. I laid into my mom before I cut her off, told her what a horrible monster she was for treating me and my siblings the way that she did. I said awful awful things to her (granted, they reflected my genuine emotions in how I felt about her parenting and how it affected me). But I worry that now she is taking it like, every moment could be the moment that she fucks up so bad that one of her kids decides they hate her. Except I remember her talking to me the same way she talked to my youngest brother, so it's something she picked up before I left and before my sister attempted su*c*de. Also it's like, not what my complaint was. I didn't hate my mother because she flippantly answered my questions without giving much care to what she was saying, I hated her because no matter what I did, it was never enough and I was constantly met with over the top, excessive, controlling punishments that were communicated to me via screaming. I was not allowed a childhood, or allowed to try new things or make mistakes without being met with getting my friends taken away from me, losing my privacy, or being bombarded with petty guilt and irrational outbursts. It's like she missed the point. I don't know. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about her, and I don't know how I feel about her.

I will write more on my siblings later, but my mother has totally consumed my thoughts while she was here and even after she has left.

The other person on my mind is the Creep. He and I have a project that is due in two days, then I can pretty much finally be rid of him (thank God). He didn't come to class today, and I doubt he has done his part of the project but honest to God I don't care anymore. After this class I am going to finish the homework I have due tonight, and then just work on our project. I genuinely don't care at all if I have to do the whole thing over the next two days I want this weirdo out of my life forever and I cannot wait for it to be done. Our final in this class is next Wednesday and seriously after that I think I will just never talk to him again. I'm hoping to just turn off read receipts for him only and soft block him on everything. I think he sort of knows this is coming by now, or he should, considering how cold of a shoulder I've been giving him.

He's been like, doing this thing where he tells me all the scary shit he's going through right now. The roommate he paid to come down to Texas with him is mentally unstable. He knew this and still brought him to Texas promising to pay for him to live. As it turns out this roommate doesn't always act exactly how Creep wants him to, so he doesn't like him anymore. He lives in a bad neighborhood where there are gunshots and crime, and since he grew up rich he is scared and bought a gun. After I told him I do not want to talk about guns at all, he continued to bring the topic up, now he says he's bought a gun, and he's also texted me that he misses me and I hope I know I'm loved. Again, after I told him I don't like when he uses those kinds of words with me. He's a boundary pusher and frankly I am not the one. Again, after each time that he has pushed my boundaries or done or said something I explicitly asked him not to do, I have gotten colder. For example, he said that he loves me platonically a month or two back. I told him I dont really feel comfortable with that. So he said it again immediately. I told him that I really don't like that he said it again. He said it AGAIN immediately after, and finally I told him to stop. Then when he tried to reel it back "Oh I just thought you wanted..." I just stopped texting him. And now it's like, he's trying to push my boundaries over and over again and when he does I talk to him less and less. I don't understand what he thinks is going to happen but what IS going to happen is we are never going to talk again after this project. I don't care if he learns his lesson or not, I want to get rid of him. My biggest fear is my boyfriend finds all the weird texts he sent me and like, goes ballistic on this guy, or that it affects our relationship somehow. And as I've said before, it's incredibly hard to explain to a man that this sort of behavior from guys is something that I've dealt with my whole life and it's just going to keep happeneing. There are so many creeps and I'm going to have to put up with all of them. It's dangerous to me, to my career, and to my ability to socialize if I don't deal with this in the subtle way that I am: giving him the cold shoulder until I can block him forever.

I also fear that my boyfriend would see the weird texts and take it as a self-esteem hit or something. That like, other guys are texting his girlfriend weird things and he can't so anything about it or I don't know. The last thing I want is for this Creep to also make my boyfriend feel weird. I just hate that he is in my life. I can't wait to wipe him from my phone and move on to healthier friendships.

#journal #tw sui attempt

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jess-moloney · 6 months

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"When this all backfires on her and Jamie doesn't blow up and become this million-dollar country star she seems to think she's creating what is she going to do? I can imagine if/when he leaves her she'd be exactly the type to sell her story. Make up lies. Probably even post private/intimate photos of them out of context to do whatever she can to get 15 minutes more of fame."

Jess gives vindictive and petty. If he leaves, she will make up or sell stories to punish him. Jamie was on the right track musically. His voice is phenomenal but just because you love a specific genre does not mean it will work for you. He is very Bowie-esque, so he can experiment which is great. The trick is not losing your identity or sacrificing yourself for something that may not be the right fit for you. I feel as if one of the first things as his "manager" was Jess trying to get him to partake in what she thinks will sell. Instead of him being himself. She is trying to force this image on him which is not working except for the fans. He was on the right track with the solo version of Paralyzed. If she had any management know how, she would have advised him to stick to that sound or create a new band with Sam. He and his brother are both musically talented, work well together and people love their chemistry. I am not posting pics of celebs for clout and I think this is probably better advice than what she is giving. How do you have a multi talented boyfriend and all you do is follow him around, give s*** advice and tell him to make the bed every day? At least learn how to manage. Instead of humiliating him every day.

Jess strikes me as the type to think that she's never wrong about anything. That everything she does is right or justifiable in some way. She won't admit to any faults or problematic behavior on her blog. I do wonder what led to her leaving Donna Management. Was she fired? Did she have a contract and they opted not to renew it? The fact that it really seems like her plan was to leave Donna Management and take their high-profile clients with her shows that she's vindictive and unethical as hell. She'd have not gotten those clients without working for Donna Management in the first place.

Also, she was the director of that company. Not alone. Which means she worked above a team of people. If I had to guess this team of people did all of the work while she barely did anything and then took all of the credit. She probably had them arrange everything and just attended the parties to get her photo ops and try to hook up with celebrities. The only thing there for a year in a high-level position is very weird. What made her think that she could run a management company on her own when she clearly couldn't?

Jamie was doing fine before she came along. Great even. He had his own country style and he was doing well at it. It was a mix of genres it wasn't hard country. Now he's much more into that and definitely not himself. He's not dressing in what he seems comfortable in he's not acting like he used to. I do wonder what she's told him or threatened him with to keep him there. She seems like she's probably extremely intimidating and scary when she wants to get something and get it her way. More people need to start telling her "no" instead of enabling what she's doing.

#jess moloney #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #mail

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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changes hurt | part 7.

Summary: (Y/N) has always been one of the stronger Alphas. Which is saying something when the Avengers is a team overrun with Alphas. A mission gone wrong changes her entire world and when everyone starts treating her different, she doesn’t know if she can cope. Change hurts and (Y/N)’s not sure it’s a pain she cant bear.

Warnings for the Series: strong language, angst, fluff, assault, a/b/o dynamics, sexual content (not sure if there will be smut or just talks, leaning more to just talks but since I don’t know, let’s just say 18+ readers only)

Pairing: Steve x black!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

In a matter of seconds, Sharon was pressed up against the wall. No one else on the team moved. It was rare that Steve went into full Alpha mode— the last time Nat could remember was when they were fighting Ultron. It was a scary reminder how dominant he could really be.

“Don’t you ever, ever enter her room again without her permission.”

“I didn’t know she wasn’t an Alpha when I got there.”

Steve pressed her further into the wall. “And the minute you found out you should’ve left like she asked. You deserved whatever she did to you.”

His attention was drawn elsewhere when the elevator dinged. Happy stepped into the room, you were nowhere in sight. Steve dropped Sharon and walked up to the large bodyguard.

“Where is she?”

“She doesn’t want to see you, Cap.”

“Please, Happy.”

The man sighed and told him you were with Roseanne. The secretary took the rest of the day off to hang out with you and you would be staying over at her place for the night. He had come back to get your stuff and would drop it off later that night. Steve offered to take his place.

“Be my guest, but don’t be upset if she doesn’t want to talk to you.”

Happy walked off to pack a bag for you. Steve swallowed as he watched Happy, now the only person with permission to enter your room, disappear. Sharon started to leave and Steve grabbed her elbow.

“I don’t want to hear again from my Omega that you messed with her. Are we understood?”

She pulled herself from his grasp and went back downstairs to finish her own work before leaving for the mission she was scheduled to go on. Steve could do nothing but pace in his room, waiting for night to fall so he could drop off your bag to Roseanne’s house. He eventually stopped pacing, thinking he might walk through the floor if he did. Steve flopped onto the bed, reliving the earlier events. He should have paid attention more.

You weren’t blocking him to try to worm your way out punishment. It was because you became overwhelmed. There was still Alpha in you, those old cells took a while to die off. And you would always have your memories. He should have taken it slower and he knew he messed up. If he had heard you talking as you headed up the stairs, he wouldn’t have even started the punishment in the first place. Finding out an Alpha was in your space without permission made him pissed beyond belief.

“You don’t remember me?” you asked as the waitress poured coffee for you and Roseanne.

“Sor— (Y/N)? Oh my goodness! Sorry, the smell is different. Wait why do you smell like…” she faltered off and you laughed.

The diner wasn’t busy, you and Roseanne had come in while the lunch rush was ending. She had taken you to the mall but you both only had one measly bag to show for the many hours you had spent in the stores. There were also other staff members to take care of customers. You moved over so the waitress had a place to sit. She rubbed your shoulder gingerly as you and Roseanne explained everything that happened.

“I can’t imagine if my dynamic switched suddenly.”

“What’s it like?”

“Being at the bottom?” She pulled at her uniform. “Sucks like hell sometimes. You just have to keep yourself in good places and you would never notice.”

The waitress hopped back up as her manager came from the back room. She gave a cheeky smile to you as she tapped the table with her notepad.

“Food’s on me. Not just for saving my life, you seem like you need it.”

You thanked her before you and Roseanne left to get in her car and drive to her apartment. New York City was expensive and even with a good job at SHIELD, Roseanne still wasn’t living the life of luxury. Not the same way Tony and the rest of the team did. You weren’t complaining though. The couch was better than staying anywhere in the tower.

The day melted into night. Roseanne offered to give you some of her clothes which you accepted and went to go take a shower. You were hoping Happy didn’t forget your bag. There was no way of contacting him either— you left your phone when you had run out of your room. Clean and tired, you grabbed a few pillows and began to tuck one of the bedsheets into the couch to make a makeshift bed. You ignored the knocking at the door. It was Roseanne’s house, her guest. Her feet raced to the door to open it.

“What do you want?” The Beta asked with venom.

“Let me in, Roseanne.”

You froze at the voice. It was obviously Steve.

“She doesn’t want to see you.”

“Damn it, Rose, please.”

She looked back at you— Steve also taking the opportunity to look. You were still as a marble statue as you sat on the couch. Staring straight ahead, you made no indicator of yes or no. Roseanne opened the door wider.

“You have five minutes then get out.”

“Thank you. Doll? I brought your stuff.”

You didn’t respond. Steve just set the bag down on the couch. He sat on the floor in front of you. He knew he had to speak because you probably wouldn’t and Roseanne seemed like she was going to enforce the five minute rule rather strictly.

“I’m here to apologize. Seriously, (Y/N).”

“You already forgot I was an Alpha.” You drew your knees up to your chest. “I’ve never had a punishment before and you still went full out. I’m not used to this life.”

“I should have known to take it slower. That’s my fault and my fault only.”

You nodded in agreement. Steve wanted to reach out and touch you but thought better of it. There was nothing else to say and you weren’t coming home with him that night. He wasn’t going to wait for Roseanne to kick him out, he knew when to make an exit. Apologizing one more time, Steve got up from the floor and left. He waited outside the door for a couple minutes in hopes that you would run out but when that didn’t happen he hung his head low and started his motorcycle to head home.

He heard you come home in the late afternoon the next day, staying in his room as your feet shuffled past his door. His ears perked up when the shuffling came back and then stopped. It felt like eternities and then a sound he desperately wanted to hear came from the other side of the door.

“Steve?” you asked.

Steve shot straight out of bed and to the door. He opened the door and had to restrain himself from reaching out to touch or kiss you. You stood in front of him, unsure of what you wanted to say or why you were even there. You were also unsure of why he was shirtless. Steve stayed quiet, watching your eyes close and then open again.

“I understand that the entire team has accepted the new dynamic but it’s still hard for me. I still have Al— those old memories and feelings. I’m not meaning to mess up or try to force the old dynamic. You guys have to be aware of that and take it slow when I do something I’m used to. I’m trying, I really am. I need you to understand me.”

Steve nodded. “I do. I promise you, I understand.”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Nothing, just came from filing a mission report. Was thinking about ordering in, maybe hit the gym.”

That explained the lack of a shirt.

“You don’t stop training, do you,” you said with a chuckle.

Steve smiled. “Have to stay in shape.”

“As if you need it… do you want to just stay in, Alpha?” you asked, gently.

You had never called him by his presentation ever since becoming an Omega. Steve stuttered through a yes and moved aside so you could step in. You rested your head on Steve’s chest. He moved to place you completely on top of him. It was calming like gentle waves— the scent of Steve.

He was content to lay there and just listen to your heartbeat that was slightly slower in rhythm than his was. You lifted your head to look at him. Steve opened his mouth to say something when your lips found his neck. Instead of words, a low moan came out. You kissed and nibbled on the left side before moving to the right. It didn’t take much effort to leave hickeys on his pale skin. You sat up and looked at your work. Steve rubbed circles on your waist, enjoying the lazy smile on your face.

“Can I…” your voice faded off. This was the first time you were asking and couldn’t seem to get the words out.

“Can you what?”

He probably shouldn’t have taunted but the way you looked everywhere but him made him want to tease you some more. He was hoping you’d ask what he wanted but needed to hear it come from your mouth. Your fingers pushed at his neck but Steve just shook his head.

“Not good enough, want to hear you say it. Can you what, Omega?”

“Can I claim you… please?”

You weren’t looking at him as you asked, focusing on your nails splayed out against his chest instead. It drove him insane. You always drove him crazy even when you were an Alpha. Steve could think of a few times in the past that he wanted to be in this exact situation. The first time was after the Battle of New York. You two had kissed in the heat of the moment, excitement from winning, and it felt right. Then you sat on his lap when you were all eating shawarma and threatened Tony that you would melt his Iron Man suit.

That’s when he knew he liked you, the only Alpha he ever liked that way— just as stubborn as him but also just as righteous, maybe even more so. But he wasn’t ready for a bond. He wanted to and even told you but felt too out of time. He was still getting used to the modern world. With a wink and a smile, you said he couldn’t count on you to wait for him but that you might. And then you stole his jacket— he realized he liked you wrapped in his clothes, a temporary claim of sorts even if it was only in his mind.

The second time was when you helped him find Bucky. Without hesitation, because Steve and Nat trusted Barnes, you began searching for the man that dumped Steve on the riverbank. You worked tirelessly to bring his friend home and somehow succeeded. And then Bucky went on a covert solo mission and was accused of blowing up the UN meeting in Vienna. You believed Bucky when he said he didn’t do it even when no one else did because a covert mission meant they weren’t tracking his whereabouts.

After the fight in the airport, when you told him you would stay behind to clear their name while he and Bucky fled to Siberia and did what they needed to do. He wanted you to come with them— that was one of the few times you had ever won a standoff against him. Then he wanted to bond as a promise that he would come back because for a moment he wasn’t sure that he would.

The third time was in the alleyway before he knew you weren’t an Alpha anymore. The way you were willing to put yourself in potential danger to save an Omega waitress you had only known for five hours. Twice as righteous. And refused to let him scent you until he threatened a standoff. Just as stubborn. He was so close to you. His lips on your skin, no matter how soft, felt like they should be there.

And now you two were here. You were actually going to go through with something he had been fantasizing for some time about. You were on top of him begging to claim him. The funny part was you didn’t have to. The first face he saw when he thawed from ice— you had a claim on him from the beginning. Steve tilted your chin up with his index finger until you weren’t focused on his pecs anymore but looking him in the eye.

“Of course you can.”

You leaned back down to suck harshly on the hickeys that were already there. Your teeth grazed his skin, hesitantly. Even when you were an Alpha, you had never gotten this close to bonding with someone before. Another reassurance from Steve and you bit down on the gland right beneath the skin. He hissed slightly as your bite broke the very surface of his skin— your bite a lot more shallow as an Omega.

He sucked in a breath at your lips unexpectedly on his. You wanted a kiss before you did the other side. Steve tilted his head back more, eyes closed in pure bliss. You worked carefully on the other side, wanting to prolong the moment. It was intimate. A claiming before ever sleeping with each other. If he wasn’t enjoying it so much he would have commented on how old-fashioned this was even for someone like him from a different time.

“Now me?”

Steve’s eyes snapped open. He sat up abruptly, his arms having to catch you and hold you from sliding off of him. Your eyes widened in fear that you had just ruined everything. Steve rubbed a thumb over your cheekbone and then played with your hair— careful not to mess it up or try to run his fingers through it— to reassure you.

“Are you sure? We can wait, no press—”

“I want to. I want everyone to know.”

“You want everyone to know I’m your Alpha, yeah? Want them to know you’re my Omega?”

You nodded with determination. “All yours.”

“It’s going to hurt a bit,” Steve warned.

“I trust you.”

Steve tilted your head back. He wasn’t joking when he said it would hurt. The force of the bite brought tears to your eyes. Without meaning to, your palms heated up at the feeling. Steve didn’t mind. He even relished in the burn a little bit as he went to the other side. He could feel the tears drip off of your chin and hurried the process along, licking at the wounds. His lips met yours and he wiped away your tears with his hands.

“You did so good for me… I love you.”

You looked Steve in the eye. It wasn’t in the heat of the moment. His face read the same seriousness as if he was going over a mission with the team. You kissed him once more and his favorite smile of yours, the blissful and lazy one, returned to your face.

“I love you too.”

Steve threw himself back down on the bed and the two of you returned to your relaxation before anything had happened. This was right. Steve knew it was right and his only regret was that he hadn’t bonded with you sooner. But none of that mattered anymore because you were in his arms anyway. No matter what mission came next no matter who crossed him, he had you to come back to and that was good enough.

(Part 8)...

#alpha!steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #avengers fic #marvel fic

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early20sfailingplenty · 2 years

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I saw you tagged me in the post about a Sinclair letter and I would absolutely love one from both of the twins. Not sure what said later might contain tho, lol. Oh! And, if it's okay, I would like the twins to refer to me as Tibby.

[Vincent is like this, Bo is like this]

Tibby,

Bo and I aren't sure exactly what Lester meant when he told us that you would like a letter, but when have the three of us ever fully understood anything outside of ourselves and this living graveyard we call home? You get my point, I should think.

It's been a long, long time since the three of us opened ranks to another. We closed them firmly, and what we promised would be forever, when we got rid of our parents. Not that they ever raised us - we raised ourselves, amongst ourselves.

Yeah... s'why we're so fucked up, ain't it?

An echo chamber is deadly, is what Bo means to say.

I said what I fuckin' said, Vincent, don't speak fer' me. Had enough o'that growin' up an' y'fuckin' know it. Knock it off.

Well, anyway. We don't know what Lester was asking us for, but who are we to deny you, Tibby? We survived - barely - on our own for decades, closed ranks and no want for change. Until you came into Ambrose. Somehow, you got away from us. Physically, true, you gave Bo a run for his money, but also, you got away with your life. How could we kill you? Hell, even torturing you wouldn't have been any fun. The fun's in the screamin', huh? But not you, Tibby.

No. Not Tibby. You looked us square in the face and wormed your way into our ranks. We don't know how you got in and we suspect you don't, either. But you did. You found a place for yourself here and carved your way inside, making sure we couldn't take you out even if we wanted to.

An' we did, fer' a while. But you stole our damn hearts, Tibby.

Oh, an unusually truthful statement from my brother. Will wonders never cease?

I hope not. Life's more fun that way.

Indeed, Bo. Now who's speaking for who, huh?

Cool it, Vincent.

We're happy you're here, is what we mean to say. We didn't ever think there would be someone else - let alone someone outside of Ambrose - who would be able to love us for who we are. Our parents were certainly no paragons, that's for certain. They punished us in different yet equally traumatic ways for existing, something none of us asked for and yet they held it against us all the same. Bo took the brunt of it... he's always protected Lester and I fiercely and we do the same for him.

Once a Sinclair, always a fuckin' Sinclair.

Quit agreeing with me, Bo. Scary.

Stop being right, then.

...

Look, Tibby, we're happy yer' here an' we don't wanna know what it's like wit'out y'again, y'hear? Don't y'leave us. Y're real important an' we wouldn't'a made it this far wit'out you.

I hope this is what Lester meant, Bo. Maybe we should -

What, write another one? Nah, leave it. S'more real if it's messy, right?

I suppose.

Artistic license, Vince. Go wit' it, yeah?

Stay close to us, Tibby. Once a Sinclair...

Always a Sinclair.

Signed, Vincent & Bo.

#slasher letter

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piscesunbaby · 2 years

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Things that have been weighing on my mind heavily:

-i feel like i need to find a new job or start considering pursuing a new career…i’ve been burnt out from my job for awhile now, but it’s so hard to leave a career i worked on for almost 10 years. it’s all i’ve ever known in my adulthood….and i understand it’s never too late to start something new, but i just wouldn’t even know where to start at this point. i like my new shop a lot….i love my boss and (most of) my coworkers, but the downside is that the shop is in a REALLY rough area. there are gang related shootings, stabbings, carjackings and robberies within a 1 mile radius of my job every single day. i literally have to check on my car every couple of hours and have a knife and pepper spray ready when i’m walking to and from it and that in itself is stressful af. not feeling safe just going to and from work is honestly just so scary.

-i had a falling out with my best friend of 14 years and that has had my heart so extremely sad and heavy. i don’t even want to get into the details of it but i’m just so fucking lost and sad and missing someone who doesn’t seem to give a shit or miss me back in the least. i don’t really understand how you can share 14 years of your life with someone and they can drop it like it meant nothing, but it’s something i’ve had to accept.

-dealing with body dysmorphia and recovering from eating disorders has still been such an uphill battle….i’m in a much better place than i was, and probably the best health i’ve ever been. but there are still times that i push or punish myself way too hard. i’ve always been told it may not be something i ever fully recover from…but rather learn ways to cope and deal with it…which honestly can be discouraging at times because i don’t know how to exist outside of extremes. that has always been my problem….i’m either pushing my body too hard, restricting my diet to the extreme and forcing myself to work out to the brink of death or i’m emotionally overeating and not leaving my bed for hours. i’ve never been able to find a healthy middle ground and honestly, i’m scared that i never will.

-i’ve been so stressed out and i want to be able to just go home and relax but my living situation is absolute shit. my roommates have no respect for shared spaces and i’m so tired of cleaning up after grown ass adults just for the entire house to be trashed the next day. i desperately need to gtfo of this house but moving is so expensive rn my only option would be to find other roommates, but it feels like it will just continue being more of the same problem no matter what i do or where i go. so in the mean time, i’m stuck living in this house that is literal hell feeling like no matter where i go, i’m stressed out about something.

i’m just so tired…..stressed….anxious…feeling like i’m the brink of insanity 24/7. i need a break from life.

#personal #word vomit

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atomic-taco-muffin · 2 years

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The Legend of Hana Chapter 132

Warnings: More angst, yay!

Rating: SFW

Previously in The Legend of Hana:

After another day of being compared to her sister Junko, Mukuro ran out of the clocktower in tears. She knew she would get punished later for leaving the tower without permission and without her cloak but she didn’t care.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked as he slowly approached her. Mukuro lifted her head and spotted the boy as he gave her a gentle look. She realized that she wasn’t wearing her cloak that she had to wear when going out and quickly hid her face.

“Y-you’re not supposed to see me without my cloak!” she said, embarrassed.

“I’m Ephemer. What’s your name?” the boy asked, tilting his head in curiosity.

“M-Mukuro.”

~~~

“Well, hey there neighbor! Do you have any paprika? I was fixing the kiddos their favorite and couldn’t find any,” he said with that smile that was almost scary.

“Drop the act, father. I know you’re here for a reason,” Mukuro scowled at him.

~~~

The Master cackled, confusing Mukuro just a bit.

“You think I’m here for you?! You’re of no use to me. You never were. I’m here for my favorite patient and my two queens.” Now Mukuro was really confused. Who the hell was he talking about? It soon hit her that he was talking about Luna and her girls, causing her fear to build up even more.

“No…” she gasped, her eyes wide with fear as the Master of Masters smirked.

~~~

She may not have had her powers with her at the moment, but at least she remembered her horrific training as the Ultimate Soldier. As she was searching, the Master looked around, and slinked toward the back door that was unfortunately unlocked. By the time Mukuro grabbed everything she needed, her father was already in the house. She rushed out of a room to find the Master in the living room holding a picture of her family.

“You shouldn’t be awake to begin with. You’ve always been nothing but trouble,” he said as he turned to look at her.

“Get out of my house,” Mukuro growled, holding a knife in her hands. The Master chuckled and slowly advanced toward her.

“You look tired, Muki. I think you should go back to sleep,” he said.

“You’re right. I am tired. TIRED OF YOUR SHIT!”

~~~

Meanwhile, Luxu was standing in front of the now closed portal, processing what Mukuro had just said to him from behind the Master.

“HE’S DOING WHAT?!” he shouted in anger. The other Foretellers heard him and rushed over to see what was happening.

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“Yeah! And now she’s in fucking danger along with my daughters!” Aced walked over to Luxu and placed his hand on his shoulder, calming him down.

“How can we help, brother?” he asked. The Foretellers always treated each other like siblings. They’ve been through so much together and now they were together again.

“First, we need to find Mukuro. Chances are that she’s with her husband, Ansem, and hopefully trying to find a way to save Luna,” Luxu said.

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“Wait,” Ira interrupted. “If you’re going Luxu, then we’re going too. We all know how the Master is. You’re gonna need our help.”

“Fine by me. Let’s go,” Luxu said and with that they headed over to Twilight Town, hoping to stop the Master once and for all.

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It was a quiet day in the Castle That Never Was. Nothing had been the same since Xigbar “died”. The royal family understood that Luna and her girls needed time but they didn’t understand why Ansem and his family hadn't talked to them in so long. They knew something was up but they couldn’t place their finger on it. Which was why they were now gathered in the Round Room, discussing possible situations.

“If they were on a vacation, they would’ve told us,” Xemnas said, worriedly.

“W-well, Mukuro w-was close with Xigbar. Perhaps s-she’s grieving over h-him like Luna a-and her girls,” the recently united queen Aine suggested.

“It is a good theory. But, Uncle Ansem and the others would’ve still remained in contact with us. Something’s going on and I don’t like it,” Yui responded.

“Well, what the hell should we do? Barging in their home would seem too much, don’t ya think?” Roxy asked. The family thought about it for a moment until Terra made a suggestion.

“Don’t you guys have the Dusks? Couldn’t you send them for a recon and have them check back in if they find anything strange?” he asked.

“That actually doesn't sound like a bad idea,” Riku said. The rest of the family agreed and then began to make preparations for the recon mission.

☽✧☽✧

Meanwhile Luxu and the other Foretellers arrived at Twilight Town to see Luna’s spell surrounding the whole town except for the forest, where they landed.

“What the fuck…?” Luxu gasped. He had never seen anything like it. There was no way Luna could’ve done all this.

“I take it this thing’s not supposed to be here,” Ira said.

“Nope. How do we get inside?” Luxu replied. Just then, he heard the familiar sound of the Nobodies and turned to see two Dusks at the border of Luna’s spell. They spotted Luxu and the other’s and slid their way over towards him.

“Wait, if you’re here, then that means…” Luxu then told the Dusks everything he knew and they went off to report to the Royal Family.

“Uhh, what were those things just now?” Aced asked.

“It’s gonna take me too long to explain. So just think of them as guards or some shit,” Luxu replied.

“If you say so.” Meanwhile, the Dusks returned to the Castle That Never Was and reported what they had found to Queen Yui.

“UNCLE XIGBAR’S ALIVE?!” she exclaimed. After what she had heard about what happened to him, there was no way he could’ve survived. But what got her attention the most was that Luna and her girls were now in danger. “Round up everyone and have them meet me in the foyer.”

The two Dusks nodded and went on their way, while Yui headed down to the foyer and paced, thinking of all the possible situations that could happen. She knew that it wasn’t Xehanort as he was already dead, along with Junko. But knowing them, them being defeated was never an easy thing. Soon everyone was in the foyer, but confused as to why they were summoned. Yui then reported to them what the Dusks had reported to her, leaving them in shock.

“XIGBAR’S ALIVE?!” they exclaimed.

“Yes, but that’s not what worries me the most. According to him, Luna, Hana, and Lily are in danger. We have to help him before it’s too late,” Yui said.

“Then let’s go. Sitting her doing nothing will help,” Aqua replied. Yui and the other’s nodded and with that, they headed off to Twilight Town to meet up with Luxu. When they got there, Luxu was relieved to see them. And he was surprised to see Queen Aine once again in seventeen years.

“H-how are you a-alive, X-Xigbar?” she asked him.

“Basically, I had to fake my own death to meet with these guys,” Luxu explained, pointing to the other Foretellers. After getting to know the Foretellers, Luxu and the others began hatching out a plan to save his girls and keep Sage safe. “Right now, the only one not under Luna’s spell is Mukuro. So, we have to find a way in, find her, and keep my girls and my son safe.”

“And the only way to do that is to get through this thing,” Xemnas said.

“Exactly. But how?” Luxu walked up to the border and placed his hand against it, feeling Luna’s energy through it.

“Is this you, Lulu? Come on, let me in babe,” he said. As if she heard him unconsciously, the bubble shifted a bit and a hole big enough to fit him and the other’s through. “Alright, let’s do this. Be prepared. This asshole we’re dealing with is pretty sneaky.”

The others nodded and they headed into the bubble. As soon as they stepped through it, they were hit with all of the grief that Luna had felt when Xigbar had passed. It was as if they were being bombarded with it.

“Shit, Luna. I didn’t know it was this bad,” Luxu muttered.

“P-poor girl…” Aine whispered.

“I never should’ve gone through with this.” Luxu placed a hand over his face, regretting what he did. He didn’t think that his actions would lead to this.

“We’ll find her,” Ira said as he placed a hand on Luxu’s shoulder. When they finally crossed to the other side, they arrived right at the Ikusaba mansion and right in front of Mukuro and Ansem.

“Luxu?! How?!”

“Luxu?!” Ansem and the royal family asked, surprised.

“I’ll explain later! Where’s Luna?! Where’re my girls?! My son?!” Luxu asked, worriedly.

“Right now, Sage is safe-” Mukuro began to explain.

“H-his name is Sage?” Luxu could feel the tears begin to form in his eye as he heard the name of his son. He knew it was perfect. Just like his wife and his daughters.

“Yes. But we don’t know if he’ll be safe for long. Luna, I have no idea where. Neither your kids or mine. We have to hurry into town and search for them!” She and the others then ran into town, leaving the wolves in charge of watching the mansion. As they ran into town, Mukuro and Ansem gave everyone a rundown of what happened. How Luna created this bubble while grieving for Xigbar and how she created a fake version of him out of it. Not only that, but that Master of Masters was most likely going to kill that fake Xigbar in front of Luna to break her even more and make her go on a murder spree, giving him the chance to take her and her girls as his own.

“With everything going on, there’s no telling where they are right now. Maybe we should split up?” Riku suggested.

“No. If we do, then that bastard and those kids he’s working with is going to take us down one by one till he wins,” Mukuro quickly rejected the idea.

“Well, we don’t really have a choice, Mukuro. It’s either this or nothing,” Gula said. Mukuro thought about it for a moment, then soon agreed. After they split up, the so-called adopted children of the Master began to capture the Foretellers one by one with the two yin-yang bears, Shirokuma and Kurokuma. All that was left was Xemnas, Ansem, and others at the Master of Master’s house.

“Where’s Ira and the others?” Mukuro asked. They soon realized what happened to them and began to panic even more.

“Ansem! You and the others head to the mansion to make sure Sage is safe and if the kids come home. Luxu and I will check out his place,” Mukuro said.

“Muki, it’s too dangerous!” Ansem interjected.

“Babe, you don’t know him like we do! You need to trust me on this.” It took a little while for Ansem to agree, but when he did, he and the others headed back to the mansion to check on Sage and if the kids had arrived home, leaving Mukuro and Luxu at the Master’s house.

“Luna disabled my powers when she created this. I only have a couple knives and a fork. I tried getting into the armory but it’s locked. I’m guessing by Luna,” Mukuro said to Luxu.

“So, I’m guessing I’m doing most of the work,” Luxu added.

“Yeah. You ready?” Luxu took a shaky breath and nodded. But just as they were about to walk up to his house, they heard two gunshots and stopped dead in their tracks.

“Oh no…” Luxu gasped. They then heard Luna scream bloody murder and on instinct, the two raced into the house, burst open the door to see the fake Xigbar on the ground and leaking “blood” from the two gunshot wounds while Luna was hunched over his “dead” body and sobbing.

“MINE! MINE ONCE AGAIN!” the Master cackled as he stood above the two. Luxu couldn’t hold his anger back anymore, and summoned his arrowguns in defense.

“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU, YOU BASTARD?!” he shouted at him, gaining both his and Luna’s attention. “I GAVE UP CENTURIES OF MY LIFE FOR YOU, AND YOU GO TRYING TO BREAK MY WIFE AND MY FUCKING KIDS?!”

“Oh, look who’s awake!” the Master said, almost mockingly.

“X-Xigbar…?” Luna gasped, trying to figure out if that was really him or not.

“It’s over, dad! Time to end this bullshit!” Mukuro said as she pointed one of the knives at the Master. The Master growled and grabbed Luna by her hair and pulled her close, making her cry out in pain.

“She’s no longer yours, Luxu~ She’s always been mine~” he said, holding her close to him. Something in Luna snapped as if everything came back to her and she was able to get away from him.

“I WILL NEVER BE YOURS AGAIN! I HAVE NEVER BEEN YOURS!” she shouted as she backed away from him.

“Then what were all those ten lovely years of marital bliss?”

“They were nothing! I’m married to Xigbar and have three beautiful children! They have shown me true love unlike you!” As Luna spoke, the bubble began to deteriorate, giving Mukuro her powers back.

“It’s over!” Mukuro shouted as she summoned her guns and pointed them at the Master.

“Luxu, what was that phrase you like to say so much? Oh, that’s right! AS IF!” the Master said disappeared through a dark corridor.

“Shit! He’s going after the girls! We need to follow him!” Luna exclaimed, turning to Luxu and Mukuro.

“On it!” Mukuro quickly ran out of the house and towards her mansion, leaving Luxu with Luna.

“I am so fucking sorry, Lulu! I didn’t know me doing this would put you through so much pain! He said that if I did this, then he wouldn’t hurt you or the girls, and I should’ve known that was complete bullshit but I’ve always been a coward around him,” Luxu explained as he began choked up. “I never wanted to hurt you! I feel like such a horrible husband!”

Luna didn’t say anything but crashed her lips onto Xigbar’s, which he gratefully returned. As they kissed, Luxu’s tears fell freely down his cheek. They soon had to part for air and they rested their foreheads together, holding each other in their arms.

“I love you so goddamn much,” Luxu whispered.

“I love you too. But if you ever scare me like that again, I will kill you,” Luna said, glaring at him a bit.

“And I completely deserve it! Now, let’s go save our kids!” Luna nodded and they ran off to catch up with Mukuro and the others. But when they arrived, they saw the Master of Masters standing in front of the main entrance, holding Hana and Lily with what looked like a magic thread around their throats while everyone else was passed out on the ground.

“Let my girls go!” Luna shouted as she summoned her magic.

“Hmm, I don’t think I will,” the Master retorted as he pulled the two girls closer, making them cry out in pain. Hana tried to use her powers but it was as if the Master’s magic prevented her from using them. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I must prepare my queens for their coronation. If you want them back, my darling Luna, you know where to find me.”

Luxu ran to his daughters but just as he was about to grab them, the Master disappeared with them, causing him to fall to the ground. He felt a scream building up inside of him and he let it out, the tears streaming down his cheek and staining the ground. All Luna and Mukuro could do was stand there in fear of what the Master might do to them.

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dancergurl3000 · 2 years

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I never these days want to ever say good night to my dad again. An essay.

I realize that I’ve been pretty quiet on here. Apart from Buffy gifs I don’t spend a lot of time writing. But I realize now that it’s time. It’s time to tell my story. I’m what you would call an orphan. I am a daughter of a popular school teacher but most importantly I am the daughter of an alcoholic mother. I went to a very rich school district. South Colonie High School was a place that felt foreign to me because I didn’t grow up with parents who were actively involved in my life, like my peers parents. Rather: my parents worked and when they got off of work: they both drank, on weekends and holidays. I haven’t been on a family vacation with my family of origin since I was 18 years of age. And I also do not want to write my story. But here’s where you dear reader can infer what my life has been like. Mostly it’s been hell. I am the oldest in my family and the only girl. And it was hell growing up in my father’s House. I no longer say goodnight to him anymore at the age of 31. And something my grandmother said to him has stuck with me when I was a child. My grandmother who was a wise woman beyond her years told him once: that you truly say goodnight to only yourself. Meaning that when you hit the lights at bedtime whatever kind of person you were during that day is pretty much who you are. My grandmother died when I was heading into the seventh grade. And from that moment on, my mother drank like a fish, picked me up from my middle school always three hours late; and always drunk. I had a routine at the age of 12 where the school would close and I would be the only person left standing in the lobby waiting to be picked up. But I was allowed to use Sand Creek’s land line phone to phone my father. He almost never picked up. And when he did it was to yell at me to get in her car. I normalized drunk driving. In fact: as an adult I think it’s abnormal if there’s a sober driver at the wheel. These are just many examples of growing up with an alcoholic parent. It was scary to grow up with her. You were out of control. And I never knew what to expect when I came home from school with five plus hours of Homework every night. And that’s not even the worst of it: the correctional officer’s son was tormenting me from the time I was in the seventh grade up to about my senior year of High School. I was once suspended at the end of the eighth grade for not agreeing to go outside on the black top because I knew he’d be waiting for me. I had to write a three page essay on why I should ought to be punished. Can you imagine what that does to a twelve year old girl? Being punished for being bullied by her peers? It was a nightmare. Every day I was duplicitous, I was one person in school and another at Home. One night with her growing up really stands out. I’m 11, in the 6th grade and trying to break up a fight they’re having. I’m physically pulling my mother up the stairs to distract her from my abusive father. I have a VHS cassette tape in my hand. She wheels around to look at me so that she can throw the cassette tape at my face. She spits on me and spits out a slur: “fuck you.” “Fuck you.” I end up sobbing the entire night in my father’s arms. Incidentally that’s the last time he held me for a long time. I was 11. And too young to have been yelled at like that.

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gotnofucks · 3 years

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Midnight Adventures

Pairing: soft!dark!Steve x Reader

Summary: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that.

Words: 2.1k

Warning: Dub-con, past non-con implied, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, smut, language. 18+ ONLY

A/N: Inspired by this ask I got . Finally getting back to writing in more than a month.

He was going to tie you to the bed and never let you free. Anger flowed through his veins as he sneaked into the museum, looking around for you. Sam and Bucky snickered behind him, and he resisted the urge to flip them off.

“Cap, can you see any heat signature?” He asked Sam. Sam looked around, turning this way and that until he pointed at the hall on the right.

“That’s your girl right there Steve.” Sam answered, his shield reflecting the dim lights of the museum back. Steve nodded, asking them to stay back and hold off any cops who came in while he went in and got his girl out. Bucky had disabled the alarms you had triggered, but he was sure the place was about to be swarmed with authorities any second now. He had to get you out before that happened.

His feet barely making a sound, he entered the room Sam had pointed and glanced around. The only light streaming in was from the windows, and Steve could see your silhouette moving against one. You were muttering to yourself, stumbling over your own feet as you moved about. He let his gaze wander around the room before fixing it on you again.

You hadn’t realized he was there yet, too lost in your own world. Stepping closer, Steve stood directly behind you and turned his flashlight over you, clearing his throat. You screamed, turning around to look at Steve with a frantic and guilty look in your eyes. Steve opened his mouth to set you straight when he finally caught sight of what you were doing, and he stood there dumbfounded.

It seemed like you were stealing soil. One of the display cases was smashed open and you were transferring the grey soil in there into a glass container in your hand. You stilled, stopping midway in taking more soil as Steve stared at you in utter confusion.

“What on earth are you doing?” He asked, flabbergasted. You gulped, tentatively sealing your jar and putting it back inside the small bag on your back. You stood before him, guilty as small child caught sneaking cookies from the jar. Steve turned his head a little as distant sounds of feet reached his ears. The cops were here.

Without waiting for your answer, he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, his eyes narrowed at you. His arms went around your waist, tugging you right into his body as he silently maneuvered you both towards the exit door at the end, peeking out. Two armed cops were coming this way, the faint sounds of grunts telling him that Sam and Bucky had a few others engaged out in the hall.

“Hold on, and don’t scream.” He whispered in your ear and you nodded, holding him around his neck. He walked over to the window and looked down at the deserted street. Pressing your head into his chest, Steve took a deep breath and jumped out. The wind rushed through your hair and you muffled your scream into his shirt, nails digging in his flesh as he landed swift as a cat on the road.

Without wasting a second, he took you and jogged away, the dark not deterring his steps. You tried to keep up with his large strides, dread and thrill of the chase coursing through your veins. A minute later, a familiar black car pulled up before you, Sam grinning at you from behind the wheel.

“Oh honey, you are in trouble.” He smirked, letting you and Steve in the backseat. The police sirens faded away as you all drove back towards the Avengers compound, Steve’s hand still wrapped around your arm. You chanced a glance at him, shuddering at the sheer anger on his face. Shit. You were a goner.

Steve dragged you back towards his room, ignoring his giggling friends behind. You ducked your head and followed him in silence. It was never a good idea to argue with him. Once inside, he locked the door and turned to you, a frown deepening the lines on his forehead.

“What the hell have I told you about trying to escape?” He growled, body tight with tension. It had been a while since he’d been this pissed at you, and you shivered.

“I wasn’t escaping.” You said, nervously shifting on your feet. Steve came closer to you before tilting your chin you, making you look him in the eyes. His eyes were dark and hard, a promise of punishment rolling in them like waves in an ocean.

“Then what the hell were you doing in that museum? You ran away!”

You shook your head desperately, clutching his shirt in your hands. It had been months since you last tried to escape. You knew how futile it was to keep trying. You could never overpower Steve, not with Bucky and Sam always by his side. You’d made peace with your situation a while ago. Steve had snatched you, had kept you by force. And you accepted it as your life. You’d almost come to…enjoy it even.

“I promise you Steve, I didn’t run away.” You implored, looking deep into his eyes so he could see the truth in yours. Unless you did something really drastic, Steve rarely ever got angry with you these days. It was scary to have him so pissed again.

“What were you doing in that fucking museum?” He asked again. You bit your lip before pulling out the jar of soil from your bag, offering it to Steve. He looked at it and then your face, which curiously held embarrassment along with guilt there.

“I was stealing Lunar Soil.” You admitted, shaking the jar slightly so the fire particles in there shifted. Steve blinked at you before taking the jar and examining it, confused.

“Why?” He asked, putting it aside. You didn’t answer and he scowled, stepping closer and closer until he backed you into the wall and stared you down. Running a finger down the side of your face, he brought his lips to yours in a dangerously soft kiss, his other hand balanced beside your head. “You know I have ways to extract information from you. Would you rather I resort to them?”

You gulped, half in fear and half in anticipation. Steve’s punishments were as much a torture as they were pleasure. He was your captor, but he was also the man who would scale every corner of the earth to give you what you want. His body had a way of making you crave his touch, an intimate solace for whenever your mind turned to how helpless your situation really was.

“I – I wanted to –” You stuttered, suddenly shy and mortified. Steve hummed and urged you to go on, his hand gliding down your side to cup your ass. You slowly peered into his face, scrunching yours nose. “I wanted to use it to make moonscreen.”

Whatever he expected you to say, Steve did not expect it to be that. He raised a brow at you, silently asking you to elaborate and you flushed, pressing your face into his chest to hide from his screening gaze.

“Moonscreen, it’s like, you know, sunscreen but for werewolves.” You said at last. Steve’s hands stilled from kneading your ass, a sort of stunned silence between you both. And then he growled low in his chest. He pushed you away to face you, incredulously staring at you.

“Did you run away from my bed in the middle of the night to steal something for a mythical creature?”

You pouted, playing with the button on his shirt to avoid looking in his angry eyes. It was all Peter’s idea anyway, but he was too much of a wimp to steal the Lunar soil himself. It wasn’t fair how you were bearing the brunt of Steve’s anger alone.

“They are not.” You counted softly. “Werewolves exist.”

Steve gave a strangled groan before crashing his mouth on yours, digging his fingers in your soft flesh as he carried you to the bed and dropped you on it. You moaned, kissing him back as he tore through your clothes like a man possessed. His hands were everywhere, mouth leaving a trail of sinful fire as it moved from your shoulder to your chest.

Your hand went behind his head when he sucked a nipple into his mouth, back arching as you urged him to go faster. Wiggling, you untangled your pants from around your knees, wrapping your legs around Steve. He sat up and stripped quickly, covering your naked body with his again. There was a frenzy in his actions, an urgency to have you closer.

Quickly checking if you were wet enough, he entered you in one practiced thrust, tearing a cry from you. You whined, yours arms pulling him closer as he went in and out of you, roughly breathing with each stroke.

“You idiot girl!” He snapped, entwining your hands with his and pinning them beside your head. Sweat glittered on his hairline, his body rocking hard into you, sweet pleasure running down your spine and settling as heat in your womb. “You fucking dumb bitch!”

It seemed like he had a lot to say but just couldn’t. So, he showed you. He kissed you like he was sucking your very soul from your body, he fucked you as if branding you from within, he held you as if he could merge you into himself. Panting, softly cursing, Steve took you hard and fast, eliciting mewls and cries from you that fell like music on his ears.

“Mine. You are mine!” He said, but more as a statement than anything else. “You don’t leave me ever again. Never.”

The coil in your gut tightened, Steve letting one of your hand go to bring his to your bud and flick it with expertise. His eyes were fixed on yours, holding your very being hostage with his power. In a moan that echoed off the walls, you succumbed to his will, shattering below him and falling limp, floating in a haze of glittering pleasure. He buried his head in your neck, thrusting a few more times before finishing inside you, his cum flooding you within and warming your core.

You panted, sweaty and sated, wearing his marks and covered in him. He rolled over, taking you with him so you rested above, your ear over his chest that thumped with his strong heartbeat. Crazily, you found peace. In the hailstorm of your fucked up life, Steve was the one you held you together. He was the one who pushed you down, and he was the one who caught you as you fell. Your sanity, your insanity.

“If I ever wake up to you gone again, I’ll shackle you to me. You get it?” He murmured, running a hand over your back. You nodded, shifting closer into the warmth of his body. He grunted in approval, pulling a sheet over you before he got up to bring a cloth to clean you.

Kneeling before your legs, wiping gently and softly tracing your folds, Steve murmured soft words of love and praise and apology. He kissed your abused hole, the inside of your bruised thighs, the mass of your belly and the softness of your breast. He kissed your eyes and your nose, reaching your mouth the last.

“What is my truth?” He asked, dressing you into soft pajamas and cradling you into his lap. You relaxed into his touch, head on his chest.

“That you love me, and you’ll never apologize for that.” You answered. In the most bizarre way, you did believe he loved you. And though his love wasn’t perfect or without pain, it was what got you through his darkness that confined you here by force.

“And what is your truth?” He asked, lips on the crown of your head. You closed your eyes, listening to the beating of his heart that matched yours.

“That I am yours.” You said, sleep creeping over you in a beautiful embrace. Shifting you in his arms, Steve laid you down and spooned around you, hands covering your own. You wiggled, pressing your bum into Steve’s groin, and smiling at the catch in his breath.

You floated towards oblivion, a dream already encroaching over your consciousness when you sleepily called out to Steve. He hummed, squeezing your hands gently.

“Werewolves are real.” You muttered and before he could so much a snort out a laugh, you were snoring.

Steve smiled into the darkness, running his thumb over the back of your hand. The panic of your disappearance earlier was replaced by fondness, his heart full of love for you. No, he would never apologize for how he had taken you. Just like the lunar soil sitting on your nightstand was still a part of the moon, no matter how far apart, you were always going to be a part of him. That was your truth, both of yours.

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inkmemes · 3 years

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young royals ( 2021 ) sentence starters ↪ taken from netflix’s swedish ya drama. non-contextual spoilers. trigger warning for mentions of sexual activity, drugs, alcohol, death, implied internalised homophobia, bullying. alter as you see fit ♡

“at least you can stay for a cup of coffee?”

“hey, wait up. did you sleep together?”

“he's probably making out with someone. forget it.”

“i can't take it anymore.”

“what are you doing?”

“and he had to finish your sentence. what's going on? you like him.”

“every time you see your dad, you get all depressed.”

“you're still here, so obviously you must want something.”

“are you high? what the hell are you on?”

“does this make you horny?”

“i like [town name], but i don't want to live here forever.”

“you can leave now. go home. i'm staying here for the weekend.”

“do you want chocolate?”

“how do you feel?”

“it's kind of hard to tell them apart, you know.”

“you're a worthless drunk.”

“you … you need to figure out what you want. and you can take all the time you need. and i respect that. but you have to do it by yourself. i don't want to be anyone's secret.”

“you have to stop pretending that you're not afraid.”

“that's the thing, i just don't want that.”

“it's something new. something fresh.”

“can we talk privately for a minute?”

“and if anyone gives you a hard time, you know, just let me know, and i'll take care of it.”

“you do know you don't need to hide?”

“are you gonna let us in?”

“promise to let me know if there's anything i can do.”

“hey, we won't go blind from your moonshine, right?”

“i'm just getting a good vibe. that's all.”

“you're so fucking pathetic.”

“you realize that this will have consequences?”

“he's such a fucking idiot.”

“i wanted us to have a few minutes alone.”

“when you're young, love feels like the most important thing in the world.”

“i really like you.”

“felt like i had to rescue you from that situation.”

“it got so damn hot in there, i thought i'd get some fresh air.”

“you are allowed your own opinions. it's cool.”

“i've seen the way you look at each other.”

“here, this one is a little big for me, but i think it'll look great on you.”

“do you think royal dick is different than regular?”

“you're the only one here i feel i can actually talk to.”

“i haven't heard anything yet, but i'll tell you as soon as i do.”

“you can't just lie here jerking off.”

“i don't want to go to some fucking boarding school!”

“i've missed this place so much.”

“are you going to horror movie night on friday?”

“but i like you. and that is not fake.”

“you don't need to share everything.”

“we should go to a concert again sometime.”

“you're fucking crazy!”

“where have you been? i've been trying to reach you.”

“just don't use the school's wi-fi for porn surfing. could be embarrassing.”

“but no matter what, they can't dictate what you say.”

“sorry about last night.”

“i don't want to talk to you!”

“i don't wanna sound like an idiot.”

“i was thinking, would you like to have a sleepover at my place? because that's something friends do. it's going to be really cozy.”

“i think maybe we should forget about that.”

“you can't really see that it is you.”

“i mean, it could be anyone. it's so fucking stupid.”

“i don't want to say anything.”

“now you're doing it again. you're trying to take care of me.”

“i can take it, it's okay.”

“that's not true. i haven't spoken to my parents.”

“we haven't done anything wrong.”

“you're beautiful! you're so beautiful.”

“i'm gay, [name].”

“seriously? what the fuck is your problem?”

“you keep letting people piss on you!”

“i just assumed you didn't want special treatment.”

“keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

“so you thought you'd start spreading false rumours without having any proof?”

“i just didn't want to lose you.”

“uh, there's pizza left if you want some.”

“everybody thinks you're perfect. you know that, right?”

“he's just been outed.”

“i'm going to fuck this up.”

“he bloody ruined my fucking life!”

“why are you sitting in your room sulking when you have a crush to hang out with?”

“hi. sorry, i was feeling a bit better. so i thought it was okay that i hung out with some friends.”

"everyone should be allowed to live as gay or straight or whatever they want.”

“i woke up in my own bed. that's always something.”

“could i just have one second? just one second alone, please?”

“i’m sorry. but it was, like, the only way.”

“i thought, everyone deserves a second chance.”

“i'm sorry about the mess. i wasn't expecting such distinguished company.”

“i just don't want you to be treated badly again.”

“oh, fuck.”

“you don't even… aren't you even gonna answer me?”

“i didn't know that one was supposed to sign up.”

“in real life, you don't pay to get ahead.”

“and what the fuck does your dad do?”

“let's try to have some table manners.”

“it's, like, really serious.”

“who the hell can live like this for three fucking years?”

“that's what happens when you buy the cheap ones.”

“i need your help with something. ”

“being a prince is not a punishment, but a privilege.”

“it's awesome to just chill out.”

“or maybe he lied about that too. what do i know?”

“you have to give people a chance.”

“you have to try to see it from my perspective.”

“what the hell's this?”

“what happened to "we should forget about it"?”

“stop being so fucking stubborn and try to understand my situation.”

“sometimes it's better not to say everything.”

“i was just bored.”

“have you ever had a boyfriend?”

“sometimes it's better to keep quiet.”

“can i get you some coffee?”

“nobody else cares about these things.”

“i lost track of time.”

“everybody does the same things and everybody knows everybody.”

“thanks for rescuing me yesterday.”

“remember when he came up to us the first week and was like, "what's up?"”

“i need you to delete all our texts.”

“i can't keep doing this anymore.”

“are you gonna let them go on with their bullshit?”

“i want to be with you.”

“here's a blanket, a pillow, and bed sheets. there you go.”

“okay, yeah. you don't seem to have grasped what i'm trying to say.”

“it's usually boring as hell.”

“he's been dealing to us for months.”

“i don't want to talk to him.”

“don't you wanna date [name] anymore?”

“i don't know why he's started texting me again. he knows i don't want anything to do with him.”

“yeah, we had a shitload of drugs.”

“we could murder someone, and nobody would say a word.”

“she needs some fun.”

“he's just doing it to fuck with me.”

“it's such a weird question.”

“i just wanted to say hi. i don't believe we've met. ”

“but i still want us to be friends.”

“if i were to stay here… would you… like to keep me company? just you and me.”

“everything's, like, upside down now.”

“have you always lived here?”

“damn it. sorry. shit. i completely forgot.”

“i'm sure someone has a story to tell.”

“you've got to put yourself first. i mean, no matter what he thinks about it.”

“come on! you can't just sit there stuck in your room.”

“you can snuggle up in my safe arms if it gets scary.”

“i want to live a normal life.”

“let me have a look. you can hardly see it.”

“any other dick that's been sucked?”

“you just expect everything to be on your terms.”

“i want to know everything!”

“you don't have to go there. i'll take care of myself.”

“has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?”

“i'll just stay in and go to bed early.”

“thanks for explaining the schedule.”

“i'd rather die.”

“i don't want you to be mad.”

“promise to tell me if something is wrong.”

“i can't be dressed like this if you're dressed like that.”

“it's really complicated.”

“it feels like you don't care what people think about you, or if you have a lot of friends and stuff.”

“nobody asked you to come. feel free to leave if you want.”

“well, nobody has ever, ever asked for this!”

“there isn't so much to do around here.”

“you've become such a snob.”

“i know you're only trying to help me.”

“do you like it here?”

“i don't wanna go in there. we're not even invited. fuck this.”

“don't you think it's weird [name] invited us to come?”

“if they hadn't been here, would you've, uh, made out with me?”

“so, you're an actual proper couple now?”

“you're thinking about someone else.”

“you're right. we're doing this together.”

“thanks… for nothing.”

“why are you even so obsessed with him?”

“i want you to hold me.”

“call me when you want to be picked up.”

“what the fuck do you care?”

“i don't think we're a couple or anything. i don't know what it is.”

“you never asked me!”

“your focus should be on comforting me so that i can comfort him.”

“it's not that hard. you have to be able to keep up appearances.”

“famous people make videos like that.”

“maybe somebody forgot to tell me, as usual.”

“just make a move on [name] and show him what you want.”

“you wanna stay a while and jam?”

“have you talked to your parents about it?”

“a diverse bunch of losers, who'll never amount to anything.”

“why can't i decide how the hell i want to live?”

“apparently, i'm the only one who doesn't know everybody.”

“i used to have straight a's on every test.”

“it will damage our reputation.”

“i'm fucking starving.”

“why is it called tax "evasion" but welfare "scam"? it's all right that rich people cheat, but when poor people do it, it's messed up. for rich people, it's not even called "welfare”, it's called "deduction."”

“what the fuck is rowing?”

“what the hell have you done, [name]?”

“good voice, man.”

“why can't i just have a relationship with him?”

“did you have fun last friday?”

“all the people are fake. they're made out of metal.”

what do you want me to say? i'm sorry!”

“is this some kind of prank?”

“i like you when you are yourself!”

“but you like him, don't you?”

“she shouldn't talk to you like that.”

“are you into him?”

“something's not right, i think we should head back to the road.”

“do you have trouble sleeping?”

“doesn't anyone care what i want?”

“just don't tell anyone that i've been here.”

“i was going to text you back, but…”

“your only mistake was that you hung out with the wrong kind of people.”

“i just wanted to help.”

“i know you'll use anything to get high or drunk.”

“it's time to stop being so selfish.”

“i just want my fucking money.”

“you should've planned ahead. didn't you bring a sandwich?”

“who the fuck wants to be normal anyway?”

“you fucking told me you were the one i could always come to!”

“i take it back.”

“i can see there's something going on.”

“i have to finish getting ready, so if you could please leave.”

“no one likes me when i'm myself.”

“i hope you have a nice christmas.”

“i'm gonna do the wrong things, say the wrong things.”

“my mom is gonna kill me.”

“do you remember what you said to me last night?”

“i cannot be dragged into this.”

“i like you too.”

“you're no longer a part of my family.”

“it's well-suited for smaller people.”

“i assume that he thought that it would make him popular.”

“i didn't ask for this!”

“it's no problem. i like doing it.”

“it feels like i'm gonna throw up.”

“don't i get any breakfast?”

“whatever i do, i can't do anything right.”

“we haven't been to any party whatsoever.”

“did you get my texts?”

“i think it sounds romantic.”

“uh, wait, you have to come to the horror movie night on friday.”

“i liked what you said in there, [name].”

“okay, maybe he used to be a player, but love can actually change you.”

“it's nice to make an effort and dress up for dinner.”

“i'm in a fucked-up situation and i'm trying to talk to you.”

“you don't understand. i was gonna pay it.”

“you're not that kind of guy.”

“i was about to go outside and, um, do you wanna come with?”

“what about me?”

“it was… okay, i guess.”

“can i sit with you?”

“you call this a scary movie?”

“i have a million things to take care of, i don't have time to talk to you.”

“have you lost it completely?”

“but i'm starving.”

“this past year has been difficult for me.”

“i don't get it. she's making it into such a big deal.”

“no, this won't work. just take it off, please.”

“i'm not like that.”

“fuck you. it's not a crush.”

“then i know that i can't count on you.”

“can't you come see me in [town] sometime?”

“it's just that we can't be seen together.”

“he was still sleeping when i walked in.”

“doesn't bother me at all. i've seen it. absolutely. 100%.”

“[name] is really getting on my nerves! seriously.”

“i want us to be friends again.”

“i thought you and [name] were friends.”

“make sure you check your dms. okay?”

“you think it's fun to fuck with people like me?”

“never spend money you don't have. okay?”

“you think i'm stupid?”

“this sucks.”

“how nice to see some smiles.”

“this isn't just about me, but my entire family.”

“i'm going to marry her.”

“are you threatening me?”

“don't you realize the shit storm that follows if i come out?”

“i don't want you to talking to her.”

“remember what we saw during movie night? when they sat next to each other?”

“i love you.”

“i just want to hang out with you.”

"there's no point in having a back-up if you never use it."

“pretend i'm saying something clever.”

“how's [name]? he must be totally devastated.”

“what do you think they think we're talking about?”

“everything is fake. everything in the world is fake.”

“[name] is dead.”

“it just wasn't what i thought it would be like.”

“since when did you start liking him for real?”

“what a fucking douchebag. god!”

“what the hell are you saying? chill out!”

#rp meme #rp prompt #rp starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #it's long but i like my memes chunky <3 #lemme know if u'd prefer i do things in parts tho !#also everyone watch this show immediately :knife:

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danger-noodle-uwu · 3 years

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This is a pretty graphic idea I had but I understand if you don’t want to do it or find it too triggering.

I want to request hc’s of the Brothers + Datables (but if you do the Brothers and Datables separately than just the Brothers please) reacting to MC being summoned but MC’s covered in blood and holding a weapon like a bat or knife, because they massacred their abusive family and they don’t feel bad about it at all. Mc’s pretty emotionally hollow and they don’t show much reaction or fear to dangerous situations either since the Bros do start off threatening and rude but they relate to Mammon since he’s emotionally abused by his Bros and physically punished by Lucifer.

This is only if you feel comfy doing it and I apologize if I broke the rules and making you find it very triggering and disturbing

Trigger warning!

Mentions of blood/murder/abuse

Do not proceed if sensitive

Lucifer

At the summoning part, Lucifer would be merely worried about what type of student has diavolo choosen, pitying his taste. Though he was but a demon, weary and skittish around you.

The Avatar of pride scared of mere human?

(Though he kinda was)

Blood being spilled on the floor was common in devildom yet he was unfazed.

But now, things are different and he can't help to worry about how this weak creature will influence on his brothers.

the fallen-morningstar tried to keep you away from the entire of his brothers including himself.

He also made sure that never was anything that could be used as a potential weapon surround you.

Often the man would receive rather harsh words from you and get somewhat hurt. Yet , not a single cry reach your ears.

(Que enemies to lovers dynamic)

When the pair started dating, the raven-haired demon had already known the past and what it once held for mc...

Oh how much he wishes, he helped you instead of interrogating every movement, to regain the 'you' that your parents killed. So, he will find a solution. To find those rascals in the realm of spirits or demons and put them once again at your mercy.

Prepare yourself Mc. For a whole month of pampering and love as he will never dare repeat the mistake he made.

Mammon

As the story is, Mammon didn't encounter you first but only heard melody of your voice.

The first meet was unforgettable, he was petrified to see the blood dripping off your slender bruised figure.

One thought that he was scared however, No he was anything but scared. He had thought you were the one hurt like--you know h-how Lucifer hurts him.

He rushed towards you but was stopped by the eldest saying " They aren't hurt." And this was the first person tried who befriend you.

When your words were sweetly aimed at him and just HIM. He'd feel his heart beat racing like crazy which made him believe he thought you found him special.

He was never honest with anyone, until you showed up. His biggest fear was snapping because of the mean comments his brothers pass and you had probably done something similar.

He wanted to know. Though dense he may seem, he hoped you'd tell him.

Was it scary? Do you feared this before? Is it still scary? Do you feel emotions after this?

Yet he never asked...

When the greedy Boi and mc started dating, they told everything about their condition. Of how they snapped.

He was the most understanding of his brothers and promised to never let another one harm you. Not even you.

He loved even more since that day. Not to mention 1323433454455686 'I love you's per day.

Leviathan

Blabbering lord knows what, Leviathan had stepped out of his room even if that was to scold mammon and get his money back.

He obviously knew about the exchange program but what he didn't know was that bloody murderer would be part of it!!!

He wasn't moving when he saw the numb expression you wore and the bloody knife you had held.

Inside, he was scared shitless but he didn't know how to show it.

A mere-human had terrified The great admiral of hell's navy. What shame he was.

"Oi cut it out!" Yelled the scummy yet kind demon protectively moving between the two.

In the beginning, he felt unsafe only by your gaze and refusing to make eye contact.

And then, a good day to exit to his room. The true reason being the pearly raindrops that had littered the gardens of HOL.

He saw you... soaking wet smiling and hurting... shining brightly though it felt dim.

That day. That dammed day. He found out who truly were. A beautiful person who was just hurting and breaking.

Since then, he has been a mix of a nagging mother but also shy as if a touch-me-not.

Dating him was heavenly, he wasn't shy with touch yet words were a whole another thing to him.

He always left 'Love you's in the chats and reminders on your phone that were just a bunch of 'eat healthy' 'stay safe', etc.

And this was certain that his love will never end.

Satan

Snatching the bat from your hands, the blonde-man threatened to kill you with your own weapon if you dared to move.

And that's exactly what you wanted... to die... to end the suffering...

And he saw it.

Saw how horribly you were hurting, he knew what it felt however, he couldn't lose his composure not in front of his brothers.

Wrath is a storm which is followed by pain. He knew this. Same in your case except pain knocked the doors first.

He knew it was too early for asking. So, he kept his mouth shut. Not wishing to hurt you any further though he didn't know why he felt this way.

When you finally finished your 2nd month in your new home, things had changed as the Avatar of wrath often talked to you not about how bloody you arrived or you had killed but are you okay now?

His words were soft. So sweet.

Each time he would offer you his shoulder to cry on, you would feel your heart slowly warm up. Slightly more each-time.

Soon enough you started dating the green-eyed pact demon of yours, recalling the long lost feeling of warmth and love.

The knowledgeable one loved to show physical affection especially in front of his brothers.

Oh~ the smell of their burning envy, when he kissed the nape of your neck and complimented you.

Post-its were his favorite though.

He would often write 'Love you, kitten' 'take break,love' 'you look amazing today',etc.

Asmodues

He yelped when he saw a bloodied figure emerge from the purple haze. Are they okay?

He was concerned only till a knife was spotted next your seemingly heartless figure. Now, he was somewhat hiding behind satan in disgusted yet anxious way.

You gaze deeply disturbed him to an extent he even had nightmares of you ripping him open with same knife and had that soul-less expression.

He much like Leviathan refused to see you after the encounter but what was different, was the course of events...

He saw you arguing with Lucifer, for you refused let him hurt Mammon who curled behind you.

Asmo felt pity for you as he knew the outcome of an argument with the eldest.

"Lucifer don't hurt him, please. He already has enough bruises" Asmo says giving his sweet brother Luci the puppy eyes, hoping they would work. (Yeah they didn't)

But nonetheless Luci~ still backed out and left the hallway.

You rush for the poor injured demon, he is crying while thanking you for the save.

And there for one moment, The lustful blond saw emotion in those glassy eyes of yours. It was beautiful and aching at the same time.

Making him greedy for more...

Later the very same day, he approached you finally asking the questions his head was haunted by.

What was weird? He didn't blame you for breaking instead he complimented you for being a survivor of such harsh tortures.

Accepting his confession was the best thing you ever did.

He is open with affection especially when you both are in public to show he is yours. You are his. You belong together.

for his hunger to see those pretty eyes shine with joy is endless, he makes Mc smile with happiness and love

Beelzebub

Famished as always was the sixth born. Especially after smelling human blood.

Little did he know the blood of the now dead parents of mc, the exchange student.

He wasn't even fazed unlike his brothers. He couldn't care any less than he did nor about the blood neither about the weapon clutched in your hands.

Even if you passed insults, he wouldn't mind. Sometimes, he asks why you dislike him? And is fine even if the answer is illogical. (Don't fuckin hate him)

Numb eyes. Tears flowing freely. Cuts. Bruises. Hurting. Dying inside.

The glutton wipes the sweat off his forehead remembering the condition of yours in that horrendous nightmare.

You looked awfully similar to belphi when- when s-she died. He blamed himself and hurt himself for being so useless. Just like you do.

And then realization hits--

YOU ARE HURTING!!

He now knew why your rude words didn't hurt him because you were like belphegor trying to protect your fragile heart.

Why you look numb? because you're trying to hide the pain. Push people away so you don't get hurt when they go away.

The following day, you were gently woken by the huge teddy bear. He held a hand out for you before taking you to his room for the special breakfast.

You teared upon the sight instantly realizing that he recognized your suffering. He apologized for not noticing earlier and from now, he will be there for you.

Never in the three realms did he think he'd fall for you? Maybe he had all along just didn't notice....

Once you begin dating the orange-head, he was ecstasic and cheerful all the time. Encouraging words followed you everywhere.

He would often eat the entire fridge out. So as apology, a cupcake with sorry written on it was placed on the kitchen counter. Other days, when he won't go such extreme, carrot chips or a poison apple etc. Waited for you.

Beely is the opposite of possessive. Protective. He is Protective and supports you through the ups and downs in life. He was your true savior. A savior who never judged you for your past.

His Love is the sky, you learned to fly in.

Belphegor

He had heard the tale of how the human exchange student had shown up covered in blood with a bat in hand.

Never did he believe that it was true until seeing the monotone figure of them.

The way they spoke made them like Lucifer. Emotionless. Heartless. Ruthless. Monster.

He wanted to strangle them on spot but he was stuck within the confines of the attic.

The sloth couldn't help passing comment making mc slowly reveal the aching heart of their own-self.

Expression faultered and he saw it--No, no more like felt it. The way their tears were swallowed. The way their voice turned monotone once again to cover what had already been seen.

However, the seventh born didn't say a word, he just showed affection through body language as they couldn't touch each other yet.

After he was free from the prison of an attic, he ran to you. His star. The one that guided him out to freedom.

It felt weird dating the lazy demon. Afterall, he was doing nothing other than shoving compliments in your face and dozing off here and there.

Few months pass and things become smoother than how they were.

Now, he always compliments you but softly and sweetly. Always willing to listen to whatever you wanna rant about.

"You are my true love, Mc. The star that guides to where I belong when I'm lost."

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Welp! That was long as hell. Anyway, thank you for the request. It kinda feels like you and my sister share the same brain cell cuz she said the same thing but like- mc ate their organs and more messy. God I hope you like it...

Good day!

#shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me angst #obey me headcannons #obey me scenarios #obey me x mc #obey me dateables #obey me #obey me shall we date

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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More undateables with a demigod hades mc???

By request, have yourself a part two!!

Demigod MC Series: Hades Pt. 2 (Un)Dateables Edition!

I will ask that y’all please don't ask for continuations of other gods unless I say it’s okay to do again. This series already fills my inbox something fierce and this is a one-off that I allowed for during the request window. If I have to make ideas for new gods while continuing a bunch of old MCs, it'll burn me out fast...

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2

Diavolo

Oh, he has no problem at all hosting a child of the Underworld, hell he even throws them a welcome banquet when he finds out! Hades is a dear friend - and practically a parental figure to him growing up - so he's more than happy to take in one of his children for a year.

Diavolo is actually one of the few people that the MC can talk to about their home with any kind of fondness. Usually when they bring up things like the comforting wailing of the River Coctyus, the brothers will give them weird looks... but Diavolo knows where they're coming from!

He spent numerous summers in the Underworld growing up doing things like pestering Charon on the River Styx or playing games with Cerberus (the other one) in the Asphodel Meadows... His beach house is actually modeled after his childhood summer home in the Isles of Paradise! Really, it can be a lovely place if the gloom doesn't bother you!

So in the spirit of his fond memories, Diavolo really tried to make their time in the Devildom a fun one!... in his maybe trying a little too hard way…

Poor MC found themselves offered pretty much everything under the moon… Tickets or exclusive passes to different cultural events/festivals, invitations to gala events, and tours of nearly every inch of Hell by the Prince himself - it was… it was a lot for the poor introverted thing…

It didn’t help that Diavolo would have a hard time gauging if they were having any fun due to their naturally melancholic nature, which only pushed him to try harder… He means well, he does. He’s just not the most in touch with what would make an anti-social doom child happy...

It took Barbatos and Lucifer stepping in for the mortal to actually start getting some much needed space and that improved their experience significantly. Sometimes less is more, Dia… Less is more. But they appreciate his efforts anyway.

Barbatos

Also has a pretty amicable relationship with the Ruler of the Underworld, though his is much more professional compared to Diavolo’s. He actually has a good deal of appreciation for the man for taking good care of the Prince during his visits, so he sees this as an opportunity to return the favor.

Like Diavolo, he’s rather focused on making sure the MC is having a good stay in the Devildom, but he’s much more subtle about it. He’ll come by the House often to check up on them and make sure everything is to their liking...

Even the brothers notice that he treats them like anothering visiting Lord/Lady in that way, which he would argue they very much are and should be respected as one. It’s the least the Devildom can offer their father at this point.

His visits may also be an excuse for keeping an eye on the brothers to make sure they don’t do anything to inconvenience their “young guest…” To be honest, the entire House is a little paranoid about that… Nobody wants to know the punishment for hurting MC if Barbs is the one dishing it out...

Apart from watching out for them, Barbatos tries to encourage the MC to accept the Young Lord’s gifts (while also actively advising Diavolo to go easier on them at the same time). It would be so disheartening to him if his Prince feels like he hasn’t offered them the best experience that he could… He’s sure they understand.

Any time that he invites the MC to tea, they usually end up talking about their father in some way. Barbs knows a surprising amount about the god… He’s been around about as long as Chronos - preceding the birth of Aether and Chaos themselves - so he has some stories to tell.

The MC did once ask him why he doesn’t just run everything if he’s really been around for so long... his answer was: “Kings and their kingdoms will rise and fall… Worlds upon worlds are born, then cease to be. But time is what brings about all changes… So, I think I’m perfectly content with the power I possess. Wouldn’t you be?”

Annnd they never asked Barbs another question like that again… and people think death is scary…

Simeon

He was honestly a little worried for their new companion for quite a while… It’s not like there’s never any sadness in the Celestial Realm or anything, but they seem to have something else entirely…

He’s heard stories about the Underworld. He’s never been himself, that’s usually a job for the Seraphim due to the… dreary nature of the place - but he’s heard it would make the Devildom look downright festive…

If he were being honest, he had half expected the MC to be obsessed with skeletons, ghosts, and other elements of darkness but that wasn’t the case. They certainly knew a lot about those things, but they appeared to have a healthy interest in the afterlife in general, so they asked him a lot of questions about the Celestial Realm, angels, and how the souls of the blessed are treated up there… It was surprising to say the least.

Of course he did the same and, frankly, Simeon found it incredibly wasteful that so many Greek followers find themselves just wasting away in a field of nothing for so long… but that’s neither here nor there.

He was also surprised by how gentle of an influence the MC ended up being on Luke as well. He had always suspected that the little angel just needed a bridge between him and Devildom to start finding appreciation for it, and the MC fit that bill perfectly - nothing he was used to, but still approachable enough to make everything less frightening. He thanks them a great deal for that… but...

It’s just that… Well they’re just so… depressing sometimes…! He doesn’t want to blame them because it hardly seems like their fault! They’re a very kind person, it’s just an atmosphere around them… It brings him to tears if he isn’t careful…

He’s invited the MC to Purgatory Hall on multiple occasions to chat and try to make them smile… When they do, the gloom is dispelled - even just a little - and they’re a truly beautiful creature regardless. It’s just so unfortunate that their life brings so much sadness...

Even so, he actually likes the MC enough to consider basing a character on them if he ever wrote another book. Something about a gloomy but sweet protagonist at home in a world of darkness sounds appealing… doesn’t it?

Luke

He didn’t know how to feel about the MC when they met. At first, he actually thought they were just as unhappy as he was to be there due to how depressed they looked but when they told him that wasn't true, he was really confused...

The Devildom is a dark, brutish, and dangerous place. Why would anyone feel at home down here??

But… well… He would spend time with them at RAD between breaks (partially to help scare off their many, many demonic suitors) and it might be weird to say, but they really made the Devildom look beautiful… literally.

The world just looks better when they’re around! It’s really hard to describe because it’s not something you notice much until they leave, but when the MC is around everything looks more vibrant and inviting! The grass gets greener, flowers grow bigger, and butterflies/birds hover around wherever they are like they have their own gravity - the realm loves them!

It started getting hard for Luke to hang onto his disdain for the place when they made it look so appealing… And then they started talking to him about the Underworld and the creatures they’d befriended there… creatures a lot worse than any demons he’d seen there...

Like. If the MC can be good friends with a bunch of rude walking corpses, then he could probably make friends with a demon right? There’s nice ones… kind of…

Beel. He can make friends with Beel.

Like Simeon, he does feel bad that they seem so sad all the time… but unlike the older angel, he’s a bit more understanding that this is just how they are and enjoys his time with them regardless. (It helps a lot that just being around this little bean of a boy can lift their spirits anyway).

And you know what’s even better for him? When Lord Diavolo gives the MC tickets to things that they don’t want to go to, sometimes they’ll invite him along or give them to him instead!

He’s gone to the Devil’s Coast with MC and Simeon sooo many times by now and he loves it!! Maybe the Devildom isn’t so bad after all, I mean, it can be a lot of fun when you go to the right places, anyway.

Solomon

Oh, he finds them both deeply fascinating and utterly terrifying - so just his sort of test sub-er, person!

He kids (somewhat), Solomon isn’t that dumb/lacking in self-preservation instinct. Experimenting on a child of death in a land of the dead (even if it’s not their “home turf”) would be asking for trouble. They’d have more than enough ammunition to fight him off and if their father found out? Immortality wouldn’t even begin to save him...

That being said, questions aren’t necessarily experiments… and oh boy, does he have a lot of them.

If the MC isn’t being pestered by Diavolo or the brothers, then they’re probably having to put up with Solomon nipping at their heels trying to get them to use their powers or answer all sorts of “innocent” scientific questions…

“MC, reanimation of Greek dead requires a blood offering, correct? Do you have to sacrifice animals for that process or do you allow them to feast on your own?”

“MC, when you’re controlling a skeleton do you move the body as a whole or do you have to animate each individual bone due to their lack of ligaments?”

“Think fast!! Oh look, you just caught the skull of my good friend, Richard! Could you bring him back from that, or should I fetch the rest of him?” 🙂

They put up with it because, believe it or not, he’s not nearly the weirdest person they’ve ever met (a lot of crazy people drift in and out of the land of the dead…) and well… they’re a pretty lonely person too so it’s not like they have a lot of standards when it comes to friendships anyway.

But the second they breathe a word of this to Barbs or Diavolo, this boy is on his way to a royal restraining order… Where does he even get those skulls…?

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