#just long distance relationship things y'know how it is

[bluegiragi]

I'm not sure how I found your account but I have loved all of your creations. They have fueled my hyper-fixation for Call of Duty.

When it comes to your Monster au, are there any characteristics from the team that you see them having that you haven't been able to draw out in a storyline?

that's such a good question omg...it'd probably be all the ways that the 141 grew up.

(warning - lots of reading under the cut)

Price is a dragon hybrid, which means that historically his kind has not had amazing relationships with humans or each other. Close-knit dragon communities are still really rare, since instinctively they're extremely territorial and require space to themselves and a way to assert their own strength and hoard. But, sort of by government mandate, dragons need to keep within designated areas in case they accidentally torch a human city y'know. So he did grow up in a colony, but all the families there tended to keep to themselves, exempting mating season and the occasional territory fight. He left to join the military when he was pretty young, all things considered, and I think he did it mainly out of boredom. They were happy to have him of course - dragons are massive powerhouses with long lifespans, and very rare in their ranks (they dislike being ordered around). Price would like to think he's destined for a quiet life, but his job really let him wreak havoc and he took pleasure in indulging that primal urge of his. He grew out of that destructive phase though - nowadays, his priorities consist of taking care of his team.

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Soap is a werewolf, which is a monster that subscribes to the 'it-takes-a-village' kind of mentality for raising a child. The Mactavishes are an average werewolf pack, with Soap, his parents, his grandparents, and his two sisters (one older, and one younger). Wolves are social creatures, but the older generation likes to stay within their own kind, if only for safety reasons. Soap's always been a go-getter though, so joining the military for a chance to see more of the world just made sense to him. Full-blooded werewolves are pretty sought after in the ranks, but they're a relatively newblood kind of monster. Superiors will often do their best to tame wolves and bring them to heel, with differing levels of success. If you win their loyalty, they're yours for life, but do them wrong and the pack will turn on you. Because of that danger of mutiny, officials will tend to keep it to one werewolf a team, despite them being stronger together.

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Harpies are typically solitary and aren't very present parents, since they'll raise their children until they're 16 then dump them somewhere and tell them to survive. It sounds ruthless to most, but it's just how their culture is and it's how Gaz grew up. He's a resourceful type, and joined the military as soon as he could. Harpies are actually one of the more common monsters used in the forces, since their eyesight and wings make for pretty amazing scouting forces/snipers. In saying that though, there's no automatic comradery to be found between two harpies on the same team - in fact, they'll usually be combative at worst and cold/distant at best. Historically, harpies have found pride in their own independence, so being forced to interact/work together can be seen as an insult. Gaz himself is pretty charismatic and cool-headed, but even he'd get irritated if he was forced to share space with another harpy. He was shipped around between teams a lot as a lead sniper before he got promoted and met Price.

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Simon is a wraith, but before that he was a normal human, if a bit freakishly strong. His time in the military was an escape from his home life, and after he became a wraith, that distance between himself and the human world only grew. Not a lot is known about wraiths, because the only way you'd be able to study one is if they let you and wraiths are inherently extremely private creatures with a tendency for extreme bursts of violence. They're also almost impossible to catch/imprison, so Simon's an asset the military is determined to hold onto.

#ooft that was a lot #i may tweak their stories a little bit as i go #but this is the general vibe for all of their backstories #askbox #anon

[riitah]

[lover's quarrel] - gojo satoru x fem!reader

*sorry, i forgot to tag this: spoilers for jjk 0, but it's only mentioned in like one sentence and it's a very small detail SYNOPSIS: you and gojo got into your first argument as a couple, but you didn't expect him to come forward to apologize first. WORD COUNT: 1.3k HONORABLE MENTION: special thanks to my beta reader “henry rumpelstiltskin III of the nuclear sock kingdom”! :DD AUTHOR'S NOTE: egocentric fictional men who apologize first>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> - (he'd apologize first because I said so) - (he'd also be so embarrassed about it because i said so) - (because y'know. he probably never apologizes first. except this time.) - (holy crap i hope this isn't too ooc like i've never seen him get into an argument with anyone before 😭😭😭)

You. The couch. And the deafening silence.

It wasn't like you and Satoru haven't gotten into arguments before; back in high school, he loved to bother the crap out of you when you were busy doing something that required your full attention, and many of these button-pushing sessions led to full-blown arguments where the two of you hurled insult after insult at each other (though they were more of a one-sided thing, because he just laughed at you and your reddening face, asking if that was all you got). And Shoko and Suguru would watch all the while, one enjoying the entertainment she was getting and the other patiently waiting for a moment where he could calm the both of you down.

But this argument was different. It wasn't some small fight between teenagers that the two of you would forget in a few days. Heck, it might even last a few days instead, now that Suguru wasn't here.

Suguru.

You sighed, remembering that you fought with him, too. Figuratively and literally.

You sunk into the soft seat and leaned your head against the back cushion, letting out a loud groan.

Should I just apologize and get this over with?

After all, knowing your boyfriend, he'd be way too prideful to say sorry first.

Right. Boyfriend. Maybe even soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.

You tightly clutched the hem of your shirt at the thought, your heart feeling heavy. The remnants of the feud buried themselves deep into your chest, pulling and clawing at it as if it was trying to rip something out of there. It hurt knowing that the relationship you were once so happy to establish might not last as long as you thought it would.

Your best friend and your boyfriend; two heartbreaks, two people lost.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back tears. The room gradually grew darker and darker as the sun set in the distance, a painful reminder to you that Satoru had been gone for hours. Pulling your knees to your chest, you rocked back and forth, wondering where he could be this late.

Certainly not at some club, right...?

Your stomach twisted in a way you couldn't explain, and you let out a choked sob.

He can't be. He's not like that.

But Satoru had never been romantically involved with anyone before you. So how did you know what to expect?

You felt your fingernails digging into your skin, hard enough to make it bleed. You hated the way the scenarios were running through your head, the way none of them were him coming home to you without smelling of sickly sweet perfume and without having lipstick stains all over his neck. It was truly a different kind of pain knowing that someone who had declared his love for you merely six hours before could take it all back in an instant.

This is all so, so stupid. Maybe this was a mistake from the start.

Grabbing your coat that was lying right next to you, you stood up to leave.

Maybe a break would serve the both of us some good.

You put it on, not bothering to zip up the front.

I never should've said yes.

You walked towards the door, your footsteps soft, hesitant, and gradually slowing down to a stop when you arrived. You reached for the doorknob, still unsure of your decision. Your hand hovered in midair as you looked down at your feet, warm tears still streaking down your cheeks.

Is this really the right thing to do?

You couldn't think straight, or pinpoint what exactly you felt. Anger? Worry? Dread? The different emotions were all mixed into one, forced down your throat and into the pit of your stomach, with the sole purpose of breaking you from inside out.

You didn't want to think about anything anymore.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath before wrapping your hand around the doorknob, and--

The door flew backwards, striking against your palm. Your eyes opened in surprise, darting from the doorknob to the tall man that stood in front of you.

Neither of you said a word.

You were rooted to the spot, your legs frozen. Beads of sweat rolled down your back, tickling you, futilely trying to distract you from the situation at hand. Your hands felt clammy, your breath was stuck uncomfortably in your throat, and a single tear awkwardly slid its way down the side of your face, seemingly not getting the memo.

Satoru stared back at you, his sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, slightly crooked. His blue eyes blinked at you, with a hint of confusion behind them. He was also slightly panting, you realized as you saw his shoulders slightly heave up and down from the corner of your eye.

"...(Y/N)?" His voice was gentle, void of any anger, unlike the tone he had used with you just hours before.

You didn't reply in fear of breaking down in front of him, in fear of coming off as some kind of victim when the fault was yours as much as it was his.

"What are you... Were you leaving? Were you crying?"

He sounded so confused, so worried. He touched your wet cheek, brushing against it with his calloused hand.

"Toru, where were you?" Your voice was barely audible.

One second passed. And then two.

Please tell me that you didn't give up on us.

And then three. And four.

The silence dragged on. And your hope dwindled along with it.

"Toru, I..." you said hoarsely.

Your heart dropped when you finally smelled the faint trace of perfume. The very same sickly-sweet smell you had been afraid of.

It can't be.

Can it?

"Were you...kissing some other girl?" Your voice cracked a little.

"What?! No!" His eyes widened as he frantically shook his head, and then he exhaled and furrowed his brows. "Was that why you were crying?"

You nodded meekly, feeling as though you were about to cry all over again. "I thought you'd want to break up with me."

"I'd never." You felt his lips press against your forehead, the warmth still lingering even after he pulled away. "And..." He dropped his hand to his side and glanced away, preoccupied with something on the floor, his voice quiet, sincere. "I'm...sorry."

Now it was your turn to widen your eyes. Did he just...apologize?

He peeked at you, and then grinned when he saw your expression. "Dumbfounded, aren't you? You should be honored to be the first and only person I've ever apologized t--mmph!"

All of the sadness seemed to have evaporated from your body as you grabbed his face with one hand, bringing it close. "Do that again."

He squinted at you. "I got you flowers," he suggested, squirming in your grasp. "And perfume too, so if you smell that on me, that's probably from the shop." A pause, waiting for you to let go. "And chocolate." Another pause, a smirk forming on his face. "Sexy lingeri--?"

You gave him a deadpan stare before he could finish.

"Kidding, kidding! Obviously." He laughed, the sound filling your stomach with butterflies. "So does that mean you forgive me?"

You sighed, nodding, letting go of him. "I'm really sorry, too. It was a stupid thing to argue over."

"Well, that marks the end of our first lover's quarrel!" He readjusted his glasses and smiled at you before bringing his left hand out from behind his back. "Good thing, because my arm was about to start cramping--"

You didn't register the rest of his words as he showed off the items he bought for you, your mind still trying to process what had just happened.

Toru knows how to apologize...

Surprised? Happy? Maybe giddy? Or all three?

You let a giggle slip, and he turned to you, the bouquet of flowers in his hands raised like a trophy.

"What're you laughing at?"

"Nothing."

You pulled in by the collar for a taste of his soft lips, whispering against them a quiet "I love you."

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo x female reader #gojo satoru x female reader #gojo x reader #gojo #gojo satoru #jjk imagines #gojo satoru x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #oneshot #this was so anticlimatic holy crap #but i hope you enjoyed

[seijorhi]

Tendou and Ushijima are such scary yanderes! Tendou cause he's already kinda insane and Ushijima is like a brick wall when he puts his mind to something.  

i feel like ushiwaka's the type of guy that could pretty easily convince you to start a relationship with him. cuz let's face it he's stupidly attractive, a crazy talented volleyballer and an olympic medalist (to me) to boot, and he's not actually a dick, he's just a little intense. blunt. some might say slightly awkward.

but at the start of it all, you don't see the red flags. you like ushijima. he's surprisingly attentive for an athlete playing at his level, which you weren't really expecting but it makes you feel special. wanted.

and then you meet his friends. tendou, specifically.

the thing is, wakatoshi's kind of a possessive guy. not jealous, exactly. he's not glaring down every guy that dares to look at you that's just his face and throwing punches, he's not even that big on PDA, he just likes it when you're close, when he's got his hand wrapped in yours or resting on your thigh. he enjoys that physical touch, a tangible reminder that you're there, you're his.

he doesn't take it well when other people try it.

tendou, apparently, is an exception to that rule.

while you've been walking around with rose tinted glasses this whole time, ushiwaka's got full on blinders on – at least where his high school bestie's concerned. he almost growled the other night when eita went in for a hug hello, but he's sitting right next to you, seemingly unbothered by the redhead practically draping himself over you, the long fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

you'd knocked his hand away – he keeps sliding it back.

not wanting to make a fuss, you'd kept your mouth shut, only bringing it up with wakatoshi later, when it was just the two of you. but he shrugs, like it's no big deal – no, like he doesn't understand what the issue is to begin with. why you're uncomfortable with tendou being friendly.

and so you drop it. maybe you are reading too much into it. tendou's an odd guy, maybe that's just how he is and you haven't known him long enough to get accustomed to it.

except it gets worse. it's uncomfortable and a little creepy. you're out for drinks one night at a bar, and when you come out of the bathroom, tendou's right there, almost caging you in. it's always a joke, or you think that's what he's aiming for, because he wears that same too wide, glittering grin and laughs when you get flustered and uncomfortable.

he shows up at your job to drive you home when wakatoshi's held up with training. lets himself into your place to 'hang out' while you wait for your boyfriend to get home. always staring. amused, apparently, by the six feet of distance you seem determined to keep between you and him.

the next time you go to one of wakatoshi's games, he's got tickets too, his seat right next to yours, and spends the match with his arm slung over the back of your seat, playing with your hair and asking whether you let your boyfriend cum inside you before the game started. y'know, for good luck.

it's too much. you've tried to talk to ushijima about it but you might as well be talking to a brick wall. in the end, you make a choice.

you like ushijima, you even think there might've been a future there, but if being with him means letting yourself be subjected to tendou's friendliness, then it's not worth it.

when you explain this to him, however, trying to break it gently, you see an odd stoniness cross over his features. the hand enveloping yours tightens for a beat, bordering on painful, before he exhales. 'you want to break up with me?'

swallowing, you nod. it's not what you want, really, but you're not going to keep putting yourself in this position. you're not going to be uncomfortable in your own relationship – and you're not going to have a third party involved at all.

'yeah.'

he breathes in, a muscle in his jaw ticking, and when he speaks, when he looks at you with dark, flinty eyes, there's nothing but iron determination, 'no.'

#rhi answers #hoo this one got away from me #it was gonna be two sentences i swear

[fromabasementonthehilll]

My Girlfriend Is a Witch (pt.1)

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: after finding the cabin, lottie ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎had begun acting weirder than usual.

Pairing: lottie matthews x fem!reader

Warnings: ...

Pt.2

a/n: thinking of making this into 2 or 3 parts?? this is more of a build up so I'm sorry if it's a bit slow!

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It had been a week, maybe more, after the crash. You counted the days - believing it wasn't long until you would all be found and saved. Everyone followed the same belief, but it slowly began to lose its appeal as the days got longer and there was no promise of rescue, and you had lost track anyway.

Misty had treated you alongside everyone else, she wrapped your gashed shoulder up with a bandage out of some emergency aid kit in the planes cabinet, which you had been unwrapping everyday to keep clean. It was fine at first, but the shortages of antibiotics and extra bandages had it healing much slower than it should've, it hurt like a bitch and you were putting up the best 'tough' act you could to avoid adding anymore stress to the situation.

You sat outside of the cabin on a broken log, setting up fire to cook dinner, faintly smelling the herbs in the air that Mari managed to find whilst the others were either doing laundry or getting water from the nearby lake. Lottie hadn't been doing much, though. Her mind was in a different place ever since the crash, you noticed as she began to act differently recently, but you thought nothing of it - everyone else had been stressed, unorganised and tired, so why would it be out of the ordinary for Lottie to feel the same?

You and Lottie began dating a month before the flight, she had confessed to you one day after practice - you watched panic on her face as she barely managed to get her words out, before you laughed in reassurance and told her you felt the same way. Neither of you had told anyone about your relationship and wanted to keep it that way - it wouldn't benefit you or her.

"Hey, you okay?" she came up to you, sitting on the log opposite of the one you sat on, her expression ardent each time she saw you.

"Yeah, is Shauna done with the meat yet?" You asked, feeling hunger eat away at your stomach. "No I don't think so, she's trying to get Jackie to do something," she explained, "I'm sure she'll be done by the time you set up the fire, though." you nodded, giving up on rubbing sticks for the time being. "You look real good for someone who's stranded in the wilderness, y'know" she laughed, watching you trying to rub off the ash from last nights fire, "Shut up, Lottie" you teased with the same toothy smile she loved.

It took you a while to get used to the new situation, though more often than not you were helping around with things. In around 5th grade your parents thought it was a good idea to get you into girl scouts, you partially hated them for it - the uniform sucked and you'd always be covered in dirt. You had been mentally reciting the folklore stories told by the counsellors; as the wilderness caved in some of your old memories, often wondering if they had any truth to them. You stayed there until you turned 14, learning a bunch of survival skills that you brushed off as stupid, it was ironic how useful they were now.

"Lot, how are you?" You hadn't asked that in ages, too preoccupied with surviving, just as everyone else had been. Lottie's breath hitched, knowing she wasn't fine at all, considering her meds ran out. "I'm fine, I just missed you (y/n)." She smiled sheepishly, suppressing the doubt she had in her own words. She truly did miss you, the distance that brewed between you two wasn't as bad as it could've been, but she needed you the most right now.

You could sense her unease, standing up to sit next to her, "You can talk to me, you know that right?" You moved your hand towards hers, smiling warmly as you looked at each other. her eyes were filled with anguish, her jaw clenching before she spoke,

"Promise you won't think I'm weird?"

"I promise."

You leaned towards her, watching as she tucked her hair behind her ear before letting loose of her worry, "I've had these strange visions," Her gaze was diverted to the floor, "and I've been hearing things." she shook her head in disbelief, almost shocked; confused. "What kind of visions?" You kept your eyes on her, not thinking any less of her. "I don't know, it's like I can see what happens before it happens." She gave you a sorry look, you opened your mouth to speak before being interrupted by Shauna, "Here." Jackie stood behind her as Shauna handed you the meat, looking at it in complete disgust.

Lottie wasn't given the opportunity to offer you an explanation, but it made sense to you, considering her strange act for the past week.

-

The night grew colder than the last, you had been sleeping in the attic with lottie for the past few days to prove it wasn't haunted, and you struggled to keep heat upstairs. "Just sleep here, near the fire." Shauna stated after you had tried to haggle for more blankets, you refused, though, wanting to spend more time with Lottie and keep an eye on her after she had opened up to you. "well feel free to come downstairs, there's always room." she finished, laying down the pillows.

You climbed the ladder to see lottie already there, facing the window - illuminated by the moon and stars. sitting behind her, you spoke, "Another vision?" It was a couple days after she had spoken to you about them, and she told you what she could. They weren't too frequent, but when they happened you'd stay close to her.

"I heard a baby crying this time, it went on and off for a while, but I cant figure it out." Her words were cold and hurt. You were the only one who knew about her newfound state, since you swore not to tell anybody to avoid Lottie seeming crazy to the others, and that's why you tried your best to understand, to help her. but often your help was useless, you figured it might've just been a trauma response to the crash, and you stuck around. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, hugging her from behind, bringing your body close to hers and resting your head on the back of her neck.

"Things'll gonna be okay, Lottie." Your voice was warming, bringing slight comfort to her discomfort.

You two sat there for a while, your eyes resting as she gazed at the night sky, before she turned to face you. "What if they won't be?" She bit her lip, making constant eye contact with you. She'd wear your jewellery often, you assumed it just got lost in the crash until you noticed, but she just wanted you close to her when you weren't around, and talking to each other for more than a minute was rare lately, so she had resorted to constant distress and longing.

She couldn't risk hurting you as a result of her own disturbance, just like she had before, and she subconsciously needed your reassurance that things wouldn't go that way.

"Why would you think that?" You shook your head, seeing Lottie avert her gaze to your shoulder, "Because things haven't been in our favour for a while." Her feelings were daunting to figure out, you looked up at her with sad yet hopeful eyes. "Stressing about it isn't gonna make it any better, Lot." You chuckled lightly, sensing tension brewing and wanting to avoid her mind going back into the dark place it would often wander to. She smiled in return, her eyes softening at your remark. "Hey do you remember when we would go on those road trips? you'd be so tired driving, I'd have to remind you not to crash into a tree" Lottie spoke, you saw her jaw soften and heard her laugh filling the wooden room, "And you would play shitty music just to rile me up," You added, "What?? I played it because I liked those songs (y/n), don't judge me,"

You two would often drive to seattle in your old beaten up sedan to visit your family, though you'd always make sure to turn it into a full blown camping roadtrip each time - since Washington was on the complete opposite side of New Jersey.

"You think we can go again after we're back home?" It didn't even cross your mind that Lottie thought there was chance of rescue, you were taken aback for a moment. When Lottie was with you something would alter inside of her, as if everything negative she ever believed had dissipated, you gave her hope.

"We'll go wherever you want."

She smiled a moment before her eyes looked up to yours and then down to your lips - then back to your eyes again, she kissed you and you could've sworn you felt religion in her lips; how they caressed yours with trails of grace.

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"Are you fucking kidding me lottie?? what's gotten into you?" A riled up voice spat under lottie who had just stood there. "Nat, calm down." Shauna intervened, you walked out of the cabin, rubbing your puffy eyes as they adjusted to the light, woken by the voices after the best sleep you'd had in a while. "What's going on?" You looked towards Nat and Lottie.

"Lottie's acting like she's in The Craft or something, sort her out before she casts a spell on one of us." Natalie faced you with annoyance, your bottom lip slightly hung out - still half asleep. Everyone knew something was up with Lottie after she bashed her head into the window, it wasn't that much of a secret after all. Most were worried and you could tell, and so Natalie's reaction had you confused, you looked around to see everyone waiting for your response.

"She's been through a lot, like the rest of us. just leave her alone, Nat." You sighed, everyone went back inside - Natalie flailing her arms as you gestured for Lottie to follow you somewhere deeper into the forest. "What happened? are you okay?" You stopped amongst the woods, "Yeah, fine." she looked distressed and distant, crossing her arms, "Just ignore her, she didn't mean it," Lottie cut you off as her rushing thoughts came out,

"But what if she's right? what if I really am going crazy?"

"You're not crazy Lottie, you're just as fucked as the rest of us, nothing more." Your reassurance seemed to get through to her, your words meant the world to her and you knew it.

"You don't think there's something wrong with me?" Her face was almost pale, skin rough and almost loving eyes.

"Oh my god, of course not," you faltered into a feathery smile, "You're perfect, Lottie." You watched as her face began to regain her warm colour, softening at your words. Sometimes it felt like the world stopped around you when you were near her, you would've done anything - just to see her okay again, and she would've done anything to see you carefree and happy, just like you used to be.

She looked to the ground, laughing in relief while small tears left her eyes. "And I'm the sappy one?"

"Yeah okay, I'm not the one who wrote a love letter as an apology," She slapped your shoulder and you kept giggling like a maniac, before you were stopped dead in your tracks by Misty carrying an empty water bucket, "Are you two planning on helping?" One hand on her hip and the other holding out the bucket, "It's unfair to think you're exempt from helping when we should all be-"

"Jeez okay we'll fill it up." Lottie suppressed her laughter the best she could, running to take the bucket from an impatient Misty.

After getting back to the cabin, you settled on the living room floor with a blanket and a book. You never read books much before, however somehow it had become a routine by now.

"What're you reading?" Lottie asked, sliding down next to you.

"To the Lighthouse, Virgina Woolf. I found it in one of the drawers in the attic."

"Any good?" You never took Lottie as a reader, her interests only really came to surface when you would talk about yours, "I'll finish it and let you know." You looked at her with a smile, closing the book and resting it to the side for the time being.

-

Your mouth was filled with sickening sweetness as you chewed on the last of your food, which just happened to be the gummies your mom packed you 'for the road'.

There was no food left, and your hunger began to yearn for something else - someone else.

And her winter was cursed with your bewitchment,

the loving haze which she had caused upon you herself.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottie x reader #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews #yellowjackets oneshot

[yanderes-galore]

Can you do Mike afton with your prompts 57, 53, and 10? Also can it be romantic?

Sure! I'll see what I can do :) Been a bit since I've done this AU. This is a new take on it.

@okchijt helped me with this so this is mostly their take while I filled in the plot they gave me. Requester wanted FLS AU.

Yandere! FLS! Michael Afton Concept

What is the FLS AU?

Yandere! FLS AU! Michael Afton Prompts 57, 53, and 10

"You're stuck with me, like it or not."

"I left you a few voice mails, why didn't you pick up?"

"I've given myself all to you! Yet you call me a monster!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Violence, Breaking and entering, Manipulation, Kidnapping implied, Forced relationship implied.

The phone rings on and on as you type away at your keyboard. On screen is an email soon to be sent to your boss, Henry. You were nearly at a breakthrough on an important case.

Incriminating evidence filled the email. Many documents and notes were attached all about two people behind a long list of murders. The case of The Aftons was very important to your employer.

Your job was to play detective. You were meant to work for them at their Pizzeria, collect evidence, then leave. That was it... that was the job.

Then one of them, the son, got attached.

You had a feeling he caught on to you. Even now as you type away and prepare to send Henry your evidence your phone rings. You knew it was him, the voice mails were endless.

You hadn't bothered to listen to them. Instead you focused on your email by putting on the final touches. Then your mouse drifted to the send button...

Only for the power to cut.

You go silent, eyes blown wide and looking at the computer in shock. There wasn't any storms. Did you flip something by accident?

"I left you a few voice mails, why didn't you pick up? Are you ignoring me?"

The voice echoes from close by and you feel the hair on your skin shoot up. You spin your chair around and search the darkness for answers. Unfortunately... your questions are answered.

Michael stands in the doorway of the room. His posture is confident and he stares at you like you're his newest prey. You can only stare as he blocks your exit.

"Don't you know how much I've done for you?" Michael sighs. "I've been protecting you from my father as I already know your plans. I could've just killed you... but now I like you too much for that."

The man in front of you does a fake pout while leaning in the doorway. The fact he knew everything made your heart drop to your stomach. He's more clever than you thought.

"I've already sacrificed so much by allowing these games to play out. However, this still means I have to prevent you from exposing the family business, y'know?" Michael sighs, playing with your emotions to satiate the sadism within him.

"You're a monster for doing all of this!" You yell at the man. You can see Michael feign shock and surprise before chuckling.

"I've given myself all to you! Yet you call me a monster!" Michael accuses in a playful manner before turning serious. "I could've just killed you, but I'm nice enough to protect you and let you live!"

You quickly stand up to keep distance as Michael walks forward. Despite the situation you manage to keep yourself calm. It's in the line of work, after all. Yet you still find yourself shaking when he gets close to you.

"I've been so patient with you. I think things should go my way for once, shouldn't they?" Michael hums towards you. You try to run around him but he catches you with ease. It's funny to him... did you not think he was an experienced killer?

You feel your chest hit the desk hard as your arms are held behind your back. The resulting impact causes the computer to crash onto the ground, the email and evidence now long destroyed. Panic sets in as struggle and fight against the killer behind you.

Said killer only appears excited by your fate.

"I think it's time you rest, dear. Isn't it getting late?" Michael coos, raising the knife in his hand. You suddenly feel a blunt object smack into your head before your vision darkens.

"You're stuck with me, like it or not." Michael whispers with a giggle before your vision fails you.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #fnaf father like son au #yandere fls michael afton #yandere michael afton

[bloodycherry22]

Please? | Ellie Williams

Genre: Sub!Ellie, smut

Summary: Ellie brings something up and who are you to say no to her sweet little face :(

Warnings: cussing, smut, first time-ish, nervous! Ellie, top!reader, scissoring/tribbing, dirty talk, praise and degrading, established relationship, (early stage). Hints at modern! AU.

A/n: Requested by 🤎anon, apologies it took so long and that its short, I hope it’s good enough!

Not proofread.

She was so warm, you could feel her heat radiating onto you just from the simple touch of your hand on hers, the connection of your legs laying over her lap, both of your hands resting just above your knee. A small throw blanket was splayed over both of your laps as your thumb brushed over her knuckles under the soft material.

While Ellie's eyes were surely watching the tv, it was clear her mind was wandering by the way she fiddled with the material of her shirt with her free hand and the way she bit her lip ever so slightly. Her hair fell comfortably on her face, a few strands hitting her nose as stray hair danced over he cheeks, tied in a messy half-up, half-down bun. She looked either zoned out or straight up worried, as if she was pondering the meaning of life. "Ells?" You asked, squeezing her hand in your own to grab her attention, she hummed in response, seeming like she was ready to listen but somehow was still in a world of her own.

"Ellie?" You asked again, gently but louder than earlier and she quickly turned to you, her free hand landing on your knee as she raised her brows, eyes wide as if to give you puppy-dog eyes. "Huh? You okay?" She asked and you nodded, smiling as you sat up, removing your legs off her lap and noticing the way her eyes landed on them and the now messed up blanket.

"I'm fine, are you? You look super, like not with me" You tilted your head and brushed her hair behind her ear, she nodded, eyes looking into yours for a brief moment before looking elsewhere. You hummed and pressed a short kiss to her cheek, placing your hand on her other, noting the way her lips curved into a small smile. She huffed and nudged you "Fine, i have some...things on my mind, that's all" She stated, unsure.

Leaning back to face her, you raised a brow "Like good things or bad things?" You asked, wondering how you should respond to her. She thought for a moment, vision trailing off into the distance "Oh, very good things- well i mean.. to me they're good but y'know maybe to you they- well they wont be bad but you might not like it or feel comfortable with it or- i'll shut up" She stopped rambling, squeezing at your hand as you laughed a little.

"Huh? Ellie if you want to try something or saw something that..interests you, you can tell me" You suggested, knowing she was hinting at something new and/or sexual but not quite being able to grasp what it truly is. You and Ellie had kissed, made out and done some pretty heavy petting but never all the way, of course, you wanted to but who knew if Ellie was ready.

She scratched the back of her neck with her free hand and looked at you, struggling to hold eye contact as her cheeks tinted pink, her fingers beginning to fumble with your own. "It's just- y'know..sex wise we obviously haven't gotten that far.." She began and you placed a finger under her chin, nudging her to look at you and nodding in encouragement. "and, i saw this- well..video, and two girls, well you know.." She paused again, playing with your fingers on your right hand as the left stayed put under her chin.

"What Ell's? Having sex? Porn? You don't have to be nervous with me" You chuckled lightly and she smiled a little, blushing deeply at your words and clearing her throat. "Yeah, and they were..scissoring..or tribbing I-I don't know but i just thought that when we get to that..level, i would want to try it and when your ready! And if you want to, i mean-" She spoke so fast and had such a questioning tone to her voice.

"Ellie" You cut her off and she looked at you, with big puppy eyes again, looking either embarrassed or shocked, it being hard to tell as you gently swiped your thumb over her cheek and smiled. "I'm ready, and i would love too, you just tell me when" You calmed her and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, she kissed back and whined ever so slightly as you pulled back.

"Like, now?" She breathed out, eyes flickering over your expression at a fast pace, nervously awaiting your response. You laughed softly and nodded "yeah, now."

You could tell she clicked as her eyes almost glassed over and gaze faltered over your figure, landing on your lips. Gently, you put your hands on her waist and tugged her closer, making sure to take in her freckles and features that you so-clearly loved before kissing her deeply, only being able to feel her hands on the back of your neck and the softness of her lips against yours.

Your hands grasped at the material of her shirt, as if you couldn't risk letting go and loosing the moment as her fingers gently fumbled with the ends of your hair. Her lips were soft and sweet, molding against yours in a way that made your whole world collapse around you, solely focusing on her. Her lips parted ever so slightly as the kiss grew, the new feeling of her tongue on yours hitting you both with a wave of what felt like a high. She pulled back and inhaled a deep breath, making you realize how long you had held your breath.

"Not to be pushy" She started, looking into your eyes, pupils blown and lips red "But, bedroom?" She smiled, nervously and you chuckled, nodding. And within moments, you were leaning over her in the comfort of your bed, pressing gentle kisses to her neck as her warm body pressed against yours, her hands trailing over your back, drawing small circles as she occasionally gripped at the material of your shirt.

A small whine escaped her lips as you sucked a light mark into the crook of her neck, one of your hands resting comfortably on her waist as she suddenly began to tug at the material of your shirt. Sitting up, you pulled your shirt over your head and encouraged her to do the same, and she did..after staring at you for a moment or two.

She was so toned, and hot, it was insane how she was under you and how much you were enjoying it. She pursed her lips and placed her hands on your hips, pulling you down to kiss you again, this time, her hands began to fumble with your pants, undoing them. Smirking, you mumbled a short "Someones not so shy anymore" into the kiss and she hummed, a desperate hum, most would barely count it as a hum. How long had she been wanting to ask about this?

You pulled back to tug your pants down and watched as she quickly did the same, looking at you with soft eyes and a blushy face. You smiled at her reassuringly before placing your hands on her thighs rubbing your thumbs over the skin "You sure you wanna do this baby?"

"mhm" She nodded and smiled up at you, licking her lips in anticipation. Hooking your fingers around the waistband of her underwear, she lifted her hips slightly to help you as you carefully pulled them down before pushing yours off with no care in the world, throwing them to be found later. She leaned back against the pillows and you the opposite, you hooked your legs over hers so you were tangled together perfectly before looking at her, noticing how desperate she was to move, biting her lip lightly.

"You can move if you want to, Ells" You cooed and she blushed, before rocking her hips against yours once, gasping at the feeling. Smirking, you took charge and began to rhythmically move against her, feeling the way her clit perfectly hit your own, light moans escaping your mouth as she whimpered, her eyes dazed and mouth agape.

"Fuck-" She moaned "So good.." Her voice shaky and at a completely new tone to you. Her hands gripping at your thigh and eyes squeezing shut as you found a spot that hit you both in such an amazing way, noticing the way she let out a high, choked out moan.

Sweat began to develop on the both of you, a sheer covering her forehead, her brows furrowed in pure pleasure as she repeatedly bucked her hips against your own, loving the noises emitting from your bodies. The euphoric feeling in your stomach was building as you hit her body more and more with each second, a tightening coil in your core, burning to erupt. It was clear that she was close, just from the way she began to whine out your name breathlessly like a mantra, movements more sporadic, just like your own, both of you faltering as you reached your high.

"Holy shit- Ellie, fuck-" You moaned out and she let out a breathy, high pitched moan that made your orgasm hit ten times harder. Slowly, your movements came to a halt, she panted, eyes shut tight as her hands loosened on your thighs, soothing over the skin she was gripping.

"Why didn't i ask about that sooner?" She asked and you laughed, moving around so you could lay beside her. Hand landing on her chest as you turned to face her. "Fuck if i know."

#ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie smut #ellie tlou #ellie williams #tlou part 2 #tlou x reader #tlou smut #tlou fanfiction #tlou2 #the last of us part 2 #the last of us fanfic #the last of us

[answer2jeff]

from velcro to bunny ears — carmen berzatto.

warnings : mentions of emotional neglect ?? distant relationship from siblings. not an x reader.

a/n: i wrote this in 20 minutes please excuse me if there are any typos..

I have a feeling Carmen always had trouble with the milestones other kids his aged reached.

Mental math, riding a bike—it all came to him much slower than he was ever comfortably able to admit. Kind, but not smart. Polite, but not friendly. Creative, but not handsome. Imaginative, but not funny.

He's been this way for as long as he can remember, occasional dabbles in art and his passion for culinary being the only part of himself he could be sure would be seen as the best of the best, even if he didn't truly believe he was quite at the epitome of perfection.

Shoelaces.

Fuck, were those the bane of his existence at just 7 years old. Stupid Velcro that made a tearing sound that was similar to a bloodcurdling scream.

He'd been wearing shoes with Velcro strips, or short laces that purposefully looked tucked and didn't require tying, since he could walk.

Jesus. Carmen never even learned how to tie them. Asking anyone, even his mother, was simply too much to ask. Instead, he would insist that Velcro shoes were okay, and he wasn't too old for them.

Until Uncle Jimmy came to visit during the summer of 1998.

Mikey, barely 16, was out with friends for the weekend, possibly getting drunk on beaches and rolling joints on the roofs of parking garages. And 11 year old Natalie was celebrating her classmate, Ashley's, 12th birthday. Rollerblade hockey was the new craze. Why wait for mucky fishponds and vast lakes to solidify and freeze over in the dead of winter when you could just go across the street and bust your ass on the concrete instead?

It wasn't necessarily Carmen's idea. Cicero, being the overbearing babysitter he'd become due to Donna's negligence, couldn't handle seeing his poor little nephew cooped up in the tiny upstairs bedroom riddled with hand drawn artworks plastered on his walls. It wasn't right. Summer was for bruises and scabs that would be forgotten about with the booming sound of fireworks and taste of sugary popsicles dripping down your arms.

"Why don't you go hang out with the kids across the street, Bear?" Cicero asked him. Carmen picked his little head up from his sketch book and looked out the view of his window.

He only shrugged.

"They're playin' rollerblade hockey. Your brother Mikey fuckin' loved that, y'know? When he was your age, I mean. Give it a shot, eh? Might be nice kids."

The Raymondville's. Carmen didn't know much about that family. He didn't know they were nice, or played rollerblade hockey like his older, therefore much cooler, big brother. All he knew was that they were also older, therefore much cooler than him too.

That's all that mattered anyway. But he had this tendency to follow in his brothers footsteps. With Jimmy's rare visits and Donna's unpredictable and equally scarce moments of wanting to be an actual tender and caring mother, Mikey was the closest thing to a reliable adult he ever had. Natalie was too busy spending every moment she could out of the house until she'd come crawling back to Mom, who would only scold her for ever wanting to leave in the first place, to notice how perfectly Carmen blended into the wallpaper.

A happy house.

Rollerblade hockey sounds fine.

After a dig through the attic and rummaging through a box of old sports equipment—low and behold lied the skates. Black and turquoise. Mikey's favorite colors. The 4 wheelers were a little intimidating, but Carmen faintly remembered spending a week with Aunt Lisa and learning how to at least stroll down the sidewalk of his cousins neighborhood.

"Go on," Cicero gave a gentle push to Carmen's small and trembling shoulders, leaning back on the front porch to carefully watch his nephew try and be an active member of society from a distance. His little blonde curls blew in the evening wind, the humidity from earlier in the day still weighing them down. His hands shook vigorously which were tightly gripping a pair of Mikey's old rollerskates.

A jumble of "hi's, my name is," and "can i play's," fell out of his quiet mouth. They were met with nods from the 5 boys, easily ages 9-12, the oldest being 13. But this was only after shared glances and shrugs of discomfort were shown. The Raymondville's had never seen this fragile little kid in their lives: short and skinny. But they knew the Berzatto's. They knew cool Mikey and pretty Natalie—but not average Carmen. A breath of relief washed over Carmy, and he sat down on the fluffy and bright green grass to remove his white lace-less sneakers and shoved his feet into the slightly too big skates.

The straps snapped down easily. But those damned laces, thick and white with little black stitching, taunted him. He swallowed.

Carmen simply tucked them in, his stomach queasy at the feeling of the plastic aglet's poking his feet.

He stumbled a bit, but he secured himself as he remembered to bend his knees just a bit. It wasn't all too different from skating on the ice in mid-January. Except now it was mid-June, and every wheel could easily catch itself in the bumps and cracks of the old streets of the neighborhood that hadn't been patched in years. But alas, the laces came loose, and one had caught right in the metal bolt of the wheel and zipped right around it, knocking little Carmy off his feet and onto his bum.

Tears immediately pricked at his waterlogged eyes when he looked around just to see everyone had already started the 5th game of the day without him.

Uncle Jimmy simply sighed and beckoned his hand toward himself, shaking his head in pity rather than surprise. Carmen's shoulders shook with silent sobs as he held his skates in one skinny arm and his sneakers in the other. He couldn't even wipe the snot that pooled from his nose or the consistent tears that streamed down his cheeks and soaked his t-shirt.

"Jesus," Cicero swore under his breath, leaning forward "Nobody ever teach you how to tie your shoes, Carm?" he raised a brow, carefully taking his nephews Velcro shoes and setting them down on the porch beside him. At 7 years old, with a one sibling being 12 and the other being nearly 16, one would expect he could tie his own shoes. He couldn't tell which question was greater: how he hadn't learned through observation, or why he never just asked?

"N—no," Carmen hiccuped, wiping his eyes and taking a seat down beside his uncle. He carefully watched as Cicero went through step by step instructions of the 'bunny ear' method. The little boy was mesmerized by the simplicity of the loop Cicero wrapped around his thumb, pulling it into a tight and secure bow in such quick timing. He never forgot after that day.

Sometimes he still mumbles "wrap around the coop, push through the loop," as he ties the laces of his white Nike Cortez sneakers before going on his 3rd soul searching and ultimate sensory seeking 15 minute walk of the week.

"Bunny ears," Uncle Jimmy said to Carmy.

And 'bunny ears' he did.

tags : @lemmejustpulloutmylightsaber @sexyyounglatinoboy @febris-amatoria

#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto blurb #i need to see more posts like this #just talking about carmen #and his childhood #carmen berzatto headcanons #the bear #cicero the bear #uncle jimmy the bear #natalie berzatto #mikey berzatto #ugh this blurb is so cute #but sad

[carlyraejepsans]

Sans marries Toriel and is technically Flowey's dad is one thing, I'm more fascinated in the potential of a neutral ending where Sans marries Toriel and is technically king

nonono you jest, but in a scenario where sans would be interested in a romantic relationship with toriel, i actually think toriel returning to her role as queen would make him take a step back.

i always got this sense of... distance? when hearing him talk about her in the phonecalls for that ending (at least, compared to the way he talks about her post pacifist, in the Q&A and alarm clock dialogue).

and while I'm sure they remain friends and that the political structure in ut is nowhere as big of a deal as the one we have in real life, well... she's still the queen, y'know? like you said, getting romantically involved gets you Involved involved. and sans is the kinda guy who likes to stay low.

on the other hand, i don't think toriel wants to rule the underground again. she feels a duty towards it, and she definitely handles it better than asgore (administratively, but also emotionally, considering she successfully overturns the "all humans must be killed" rule, so it wouldn't be as much of a burden on her shoulders), but i still think her actual desire to rule died, just as asgore's did, along with their children.

and the reason i have a visceral HATE when people treat toriel like sans' mother figure is because sans is the first genuine connection she makes with another person in hundreds, maybe thousands of years, where she is at eye level with them. she's spent god knows how long in self imposed isolation, and the RUINs monsters are still too intimidated by her to be her friends. sans' friendship with her as equals was so crucial in her first true steps to recovery.

so to finally end her exile, return to the outside world, pick up her crown again (which she doesn't truly want, but she will bear it for the greater good) but hey, amidst all this chaotic change at least she can finally meet her mysterious friend face to face...

only for him to put that distance between them himself. step back, tilt the scales, force her up that higher spot she thought she'd stepped down from the first time he said "knock knock"...

well. i just think it would be a phenomenal source of conflict for an angst fic set in this ending :]

#answered asks #undertale #sans #toriel #soriel #hcs #metanalysis

[e-nonsense]

𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 - 1𝘒 𝘊𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘉𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕

⩩. ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ʟᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ {ᴀɴʏ!ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ} [wc. 2.0k]

⤷ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ɪɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ?

⤷ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏꜱᴍᴀᴜʟᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ʟᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴇᴍᴇʀᴀʟᴅ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ, ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪᴛꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ

⤷ 1ᴋ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Long distance relationships are hard, but usually long distance is counted as being in another city or another country. Not the other side of the galaxy because your partner is a an ass-kicking warrior who spends her entire time saving the universe.

"I love her y'know but-"

That was the only thing Dick heard until he zoned out on his little brothers drunken rant, Dick knew you before Jason which meant he knew that you would give your ring up the second you could if it meant you could be around Jason more.

And due to you being in space most of the time, your stuff laid around one of Jason's safe houses — the one he frequently stays at for that reason not that he'd admit it — so it's hard seeing your things around with you not being there.

Tonight you had to cancel your date that had been set up weeks prior because there was some alien that escaped some inter-galactic prison? He wasn't sure, so instead of being on a lovely date he was here drinking away his problems with his brother, but even that didn't go as planned as when they felt their phones vibrate and heard an explosion in the distance. And just like that Jason was sober.

When they arrived on scene both men were started by what they were seeing, purple skin? and what the hell was it wearing, red thats when it clicked into place this thing was a red lantern.

Oh shit that's all that Jason was thinking, along with why the hell was it here?

Obviously neither Dick nor Jason realised that this thing was coming straight at them.

You were tired and sick of following this guy around the galaxy. Normally you would've caught him by now but somewhere along the way it had picked up a Red Lanterns ring. So now the two of you were somewhat even in power.

You groaned when you heard your ring remind you that it needed recharging, before shooting forward towards Oa and the Green Lantern's base going pass the other Lantern's and landing.

"Hey kid!" you looked to the side and just your luck you were met with the grinning face of Kyle Rayner.

You sighed "Don't call me kid, we're the same age" your response only making him snort in laughter.

"I know but you're so small" you shot him a look to which he put his hands up in faux surrender. "Kyle shouldn't you be somewhere else?"

"Nah, I came back to recharge and then I'm heading back to Earth" you gave him a questioning look in return, lucky for you Kyle knew how to read your face.

"Dunno, just got told that there's a major threat or something"

"Major?!" your startled voice made those around glance at you, but you were being pulled along the man in front of you. "Well not that major, just a Red Lantern. Oh speaking of that weren't you following one?" he questioned, you just nodded in confirmation.

"You should come with, maybe this guy knows about your guy"

"Maybe" You agreed, "but first-" you didn't even finish your sentence before giving him a cheeky smile and running forward.

"Hey! That's cheating" he darted forward to catch up. You and Kyle used to be in training together, he was the one who initiated your friendship by always looking out for you and pulling you around with him so neither of you looked lonely enough for your seniors to pick on.

It didn't take long for you to realise that his intentions were good, and found yourself seeking out his company. So when you both got to be full fledged Green Lantern's the time you spent away from each was bothering the both of you, so you both found yourselves having free time away from Oa you got together on Earth more specifically Gotham city you remembered.

Kyle was dragging you around the city with his hand in your own, to people passing by the two of you it looked like an over eager boyfriend dragging you around a new city. Later into the day Kyle insisted —and barely gave you a choice— that he introduced you to his friends, an idea that you were very against but he wasn't having it "N/n you need other friends" he heard him groan, dragging you along —something that you had gotten used to over time. "You already introduced me to Dick" when he gave you a look you decided to try another method of getting out of meeting new people.

"I have you, why do I need anyone else?" you pleaded. "I love you too sweets but no amount of sweet-talking is gonna get you out of this"

So you gave up as he brought you to an apartment — a very nice one might I add. "Is this it?" your question was answered when he moved forward — pulling you with — to knock on the door. When a red haired man arms littered with tattoos opened the door you found yourself moving slightly behind Kyle, until the man grinned at the both of you and waved you in shutting the door behind you both, before looking down at where your hands where joined and sending Kyle a look — one you couldn't see — Kyle shook his head no. "Hi I'm Roy"

A few second of awkwardly standing in the doorway was interrupted when a young girl with dark hair came running through bumping into you, when you she looked up she froze scared that you would be mad, from the side side Roy and Kyle watched as you knelt down letting go of Kyle's hand, sending the girl a soft motherly smile that made her relax into a grin before standing up and pulling you along. You stumbled to your feet, almost tripping over yourself before rushing forward to follow the girl who held you hand in a firm grip — it seemed everyone liked to pull you along into places you would never find yourself. "I'm Lian!" she introduced herself still running forward but not before sending you an expecting gaze, you chuckled "and I'm Y/n" sparing Kyle and Roy a look to which both men chuckled when you turned around. "Is she single?" Roy asked but he didn't get a response from the person he asked when a gruff voice came from behind them "not if I can help it" both men screamed — not that they'd admit it.

You and Lian looked back at the two- now three men standing in the doorway, your attention was caught by the taller one standing behind them both the one with a white streak in his hair, the one with piercing green eyes, the one who noticed you staring at him and sent you a smirk that had you turning your attention back to Lian and the toys she held in front of you. When you turned, Roy looked back at Jason and sighed, waving his hand at the man and giving him a look "I saw her first" a statement that made both Jason and Kyle send him dirty looks for different reasons.

While the three men were arguing none of them noticed another red head slipping her way into the room and sitting down beside you on the floor introducing herself before starting a conversation. "A noble woman like you shouldn't be sitting on the floor" you looked to the side at your newest companion "oh? then where should I be sat?" you questioned mockingly, eyebrows raised. Your question only made the woman grin, "on my lap perhaps?" Your eyes widened but you caught yourself before smirking and shifting yourself onto her lap, now it was her turn to be shocked but she didn't protest when you settled yourself on her.

You both laughed at something Lian said when Artemis felt something hit her from behind. She looked back and saw three men glaring at her she smiled and threw up the middle finger.

Jason glared at the back of her head, huffing and leaving the doorways startling the other two who stood beside him. Neither of them had ever seen Jason Todd worked up over a woman, any woman yet here he was huffing over a woman he had barely met.

Jason should've been six feet under right now, he knew that both him and his brother would've been dead if it weren't for a blinding green light wrapping itself around the alien like-thing and pulling it into a wall. "So you're telling me that this is the guy you've been following?"

If the first familiar voice hadn't startled Jason, yours definitely did "Yes you idiot" he heard you sigh after that "I've told you already"

When Jason looked up there he saw you in all your beautiful angelic glory, but you hadn't even looked at him yet from what he could tell you were pissed. It took him a second to realise why — someone tried to hurt him, your eyes flickered over to Jason for a moment relaxing when you saw him safe.

"YOU" your voice startled everyone — except Kyle — and your eyes were on the alien guy once again, "are coming with us-"

"back to Ysmault" Kyle's cheery voice was nothing but taunting when mixed with your serious tone.

In a matter of second the Red Lantern's ring was deactivated and he was in a glowing green dome passed out, neither you or Kyle seemed to care about that while you continued your conversation. "Are you sure?"

"Sweets I already told you, go talk to him" and without giving you a chance to respond the other Green Lantern took of into the sky but not before sending Jason a wink. Only when your feet touched the ground again did Nightwing speak looking between Jason and you "uh I'm gonna just-" without finishing the sentence he leaped forward of the roof but Jason payed him no mind.

Taking a few steps towards you before slowly bringing you into his arms Jason muttered "Hey pretty" and he was struck confused when he heard you sniffle.

"I'm sorry" he tilted his head down to look at you, "why don't we go somewhere private before we talk hm?" you wrapped you arms around him and he pressed a kiss into your hair, picking you up and heading home.

When the two of you arrived home safe, Jason quickly ushered you into the shower and pulled out soft clean clothes for you, leaving them where you could find them.

When you got out of the bathroom your hair was wet and the clothes — that were too big for you so you assumed they were his — were snug around your body. You realised Jason was cooking dinner — although it was a little late. You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms tightly around his figure, he hummed acknowledging your presence before turning the stove of and setting the creamy pasta into two bowls.

With both of you finally seated at the table next to each other and dinner eaten did he finally ask you why you were sorry.

"I'm never around Jase, you deserve better than that... better than me"

"yeah but I want you don't I?" he didn't let you respond as he kept talking "I asked for you, you protect the galaxy everyday love, I can't be mad at you for that"

He brought you in for a hug, "I love you" this time the words hadn't come from him.

"Fuck babe, just stole the words right from me" you huffed in response. "What?" but the response he got from you was muffled in his neck, "come again"

"You're supposed to say it back"

"am I?" he teased, eyebrow raised "yes Jason you are"

Apparently he decided to stay silent, but when you turned your head to the side and made a move get up and leave he pulled you in even closer than before — if that was possible. "okay okay I'm sorry" pulling your face in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips "I love you pretty"

"you better" you responded and went in for another kiss.

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[icycoldninja]

Hey, love your DMC fanfics, can I request DMC5 Dante with sweet and kind s/o in her twenties, meeting fem reader parents who are really strict, conservative and lil abusive especially the reader's mother. They have weird ideas of purity for women and are very patriarchal.

Hello, hope you're well. Thank you very much, I am more than honored that you enjoy my writing. I am afraid to say that I have chosen to omit several aspects of your request as I wish for this blog and all material posted on it to remain free from political and social reform-related biases. In order to preserve the intended mood of the piece, I have replaced the aforementioned omitted material with synonymous themes, as needed. I understand that this may be disappointing to you, and for that, I apologize. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this fanfiction and that you have a fruitful and productive day. Thank you for your patience and leniency.

Terrible idea (DMC5! Dante x Fem!Abused!Reader)

TW: Controlling parents, violence, and implications of physical abuse incoming; if you are uncomfortable with these themes, DNI.

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You sighed, resting your cheek on your palm as you stared out the car window, absently watching the blurred scenery rush by. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your hands felt clammy; you couldn't believe this was actually happening.

For context, today was the day Dante had agreed to meet your your parents. Normally, this would be a joyous occasion, but in this case, it was terrifying because your parents were less than pleasant, to say the least. They hated the idea of you leaving their (abusive) household so much, they did everything they could to make your relationships--be they friendships or otherwise--crumble. At first, they'd attempted to keep you isolated, but now you had a job, and therefore, your own house, which was conveniently far, far away from theirs, so there was nothing they could do. Their only remaining tactic was to embarrass you and insult anyone you brought to see them until your guest left, either in disgust or awkwardness. The only reason Dante lasted as long as he did was because he'd never met them--you'd kept their existence a secret from him and his existence from them up until this point.

You hadn't wanted to bring Dante to meet them, but he'd insisted. Because his parents weren't alive anymore, he was unable to introduce you to them; to make up for it, he'd meet your parents instead. You never told him how horrible your folks were, however, and were seriously regretting it now, but he was so excited--you just couldn't burst his bubble like that. Maybe, hopefully, things would go well today.

"Hey, babe, you OK?" Dante asked, briefly glancing in your direction.

"Yeah," You sighed, turning and smiling at him.

"You sure? You don't sound ok."

"I...I'm fine, don't worry."

"Ok...well...we're almost there, according to the GPS."

You nodded, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, not really sure what to say. You honestly didnt want to be going to your parents' house; Dante didn't need to get involved in your family issues any more than he needed to.

"Come on, I see that frown. You can tell me if something's wrong, y'know," Dante encouraged, patting your shoulder.

"There's nothing wrong," You responded, forcing another smile. "I'm fine." Dante would have pursued the conversation, but there was a sharp turn coming up that he needed to focus on. Once he rounded the curve, you spotted the a building in the distance; a familiar building that you recognized as your parents house; the building that had never been your home.

"This your folks' place?" Dante asked, and when you nodded, a big grin broke out on his face. It was clear he was excited to meet those who had "raised" you. It was a shame he had no idea how awful they truly were. "Alright," He exclaimed, grinning, "Let's go meet the people that raised my angel!" He flung the car door open and bounded out out it, with you slowly following suit. Poor Dante. He had no idea what waited for him there, and it was all because of your weakness. Now that you were literally on the threshold of hell itself, you felt so upset with yourself for not warning him earlier; for being so selfish and keeping the truth a secret from him. You were sure that after today, he wouldn't want to be with you anymore, and so, you decided to simply accept your fate and get on with it; maybe the day would pass by quicker if you pretended to enjoy it.

Your anxiety and fear reaching its peak, you rung the doorbell and waited for the door to swing open; waited to be greeted with the frowning faces of those horrible monsters you couldn't believe you called your parents.

Sure enough, the door creaked open, and you were met with your mother, a scowl plastered across her wrinkling face.

"Y/N," She greeted, stiffly, prompting you to force a smile.

"Good afternoon, mother." Your mother then turned her attention to Dante and narrowed her eyes at him.

"And who's this?"

"My...umm....my..." You words died in your throat; your mother's scrutinizing gaze silencing you. You sighed, folding your arms and averting your gaze. Thinking you were just too excited to function properly, Dante eagerly piped up and finished your sentence.

"I'm her man, name's Dante, nice to meet ya!" He stuck his hand out, expecting your mother to shake it, but she did no such thing.

"What? A boyfriend? Are you crazy? We told you never to get a boyfriend--you don't deserve one! " She yelled, her piercing, fiery gaze directed on you. "Answer me, girl, what were you thinking?!" You couldn't. You felt like there was a burning lump in your throat, preventing you from speaking. If you did, you were sure you would cry. You knew this was a bad idea. What were you thinking indeed, coming here and bringing Dante with you? Clearly angry at your lack of a response, your mother crossed over to you and slapped you across the face. "What has gotten into you, child? How dare you disobey us and bring this filthy troll to our doorstep?! How dare you?!" Suddenly, your mother seized you by the arm and began beating you with her bony, yet painful fists; his vise-like grip keeping you in place even though you screamed in pain and tried to get away.

"Stop it, let go of her!" Shouted Dante, forcing your mother away and standing between the two of you. You sobbed, clinging onto his arm as you desperately tried to wipe away your tears.

"Get out of my way, you have no right to stand between me and my daughter!"

"She ain't your daughter if you hit her like that--the hell you thinking?! What was that even for?!"

"Shut the fuck up, you worthless loser," Retorted your mother, spitefully. "You have no right telling me how to parent my child.

"She's not your child if you treat her like this," Dante said, coldly. "Come on, babe, let's get outta here." He wrapped his arm around you and tried to guide you away, but you remained still.

"I'm sorry, Dante," You said, still crying. "I shouldn't have dragged you into this. I'm so, so sorry--I should have told you about them sooner."

"And what's that supposed to mean, young lady?!" Demanded your father, striding into view in his usual stained shirt. "And who the fuck is this?"

"Her boyfriend," Growled your mother, turning her nose up in disgust. "A bad influence, too." Your father grunted, roughly grabbing your wrist and jerking you towards the house.

"That's easily taken care of. Get outta here, loser, you'll never see my daughter again." You turned and looked at the angry expression on Dante's face, wishing you had the strength to stand up for yourself and break free. Unfortunately, you didn't; you were too afraid to do anything. You could only watch as your horrible parents dragged you inside their house of horrors and slammed the doors in your boyfriend's face.

Once again, you found yourself questioning your thought processes that led you to set foot within a 40 mile radius of your parents' lair.

You knew it; you felt it in your bones and your gut, but you did it anyway.

You were such an idiot.

This really was a terrible idea.

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[alk4li]

" guarded ,,

synopsis : you're a supermodel and xiao's your personal bodyguard.

tw : suggestive themes

(i saw a fic like this somewhere else and got inspired!)

paparazzi swarmed your villa, people standing outside your gate flashing their cameras at your door. being a supermodel is tough work but being harassed by paparazzi on your vacation is one of the most if not most obnoxious things.

you sat on the large beanbag in the living room, sipping on wine at 8pm. sighing as you slightly pull the curtains apart to be greeted by flashes of white and shutters. after shutting the curtains again, you turn to look at your bodyguard, xiao, who was stiffly sitting on the couch. "why so tense?" you inquire.

xiao looks over at you and clears his throat, "no offence, lady y/n- but perhaps it would be more professional if we refrain from such casual interactions."

hearing his words, you cock your eyebrow, using your finger to gesture between the distance between the two of you, "you can just call me y/n, and i like having a relationship with my staff, y'know." you drone out, staring at the wine.

xiao merely nods, looking away. "it's not that.. i just need to leave before i suffocate," he thinks, xiao stares back down at the way you were only adorned in a simple tank top and shorts and couldn't help but feel a rising tension inside him. the way you breathed and how easily you let yourself relax around him makes him feel.. a type of way.

a soft knock was heard on xiao's door, followed by a sleepy you who trails in slowly. rubbing your eyes you point at the empty spot next t xiao. he looks over at the spot and gets your memo, he scoots off the bed and tries to walk over to the empty couch, before being quickly block by you.

you shake your head, "uh-uh, same.." your voice raspy and quiet, you grab his pinky with your hand and drag him into bed with you, immediately you snuggle into his chest, letting yourself relax as the little spoon.

xiao had his whole body and soul praying up to the lords above, hoping you couldn't hear his heart beating against his ribcage, about to jump out. he reluctantly moves his arms to pull you in closer, placing his chin on your head.

after a long and tiring day of work, you were heading back to your vehicle. but of course, nothing goes your way. a crash could be heard in the distance, a female fan ran up, pushing past your body guards by ducking beneath them. at this point, she's inches away from you, trying to grab onto your arm. before you know it, xiao who was on your left grabbed you by your waist and switched positions, effectively making the fan crash right into his chest. the other guards escort her away as she's yelling for a photo.

"it's fine! let her go," you yell while xiao guides you by your waist to bring you into your car. he quickly seats you down and shuffles to the other side of the door.

he enters the car and double checks your okay, you give him the greenlight and he sighs in relief.

that catches your attention, "thank you," you prode his cheek, smiling at his tense expression.

xiao jolts slightly, side eyeing you. "la- y/n, this is no joke. you could've been hurt," he warns, pointing out to the fans who were yelling your name.

"ladies and gentle folks! today, on the midnight show, we have a special guest. the one, the only, y/n l/n!" the tv host hypes the crowd as you make your way on stage.

soon, you settle in and the tv host plays a footage of xiao protecting you from the fan. "ms y/n. i'm sure many people here are curious, there seems to be an unspoken intimacy between you and your bodyguard here. is this just an employer-employee relationship- or something more?" the crowd oo's and everyone seemed to really be interested.

you giggle, shrugging. "well, he's cute. all i can say is, i would choose him over any other a-list celeb,"

you silence your phone, the amount of notifications you've gotten from social media is absolutely demented. headlines and trending topics everywhere about your recent interview where you indirectly confirmed something was going on between you and your bodyguard.

a knock, xiao opens the door and steps into your room. "y/n, i just saw the- interview." he murmurs, avoiding eye contact.

despite your bold words during the interview, your face is still flushed, "happy april fools...?"

xiao pauses, now staring right at you. "y/n, can i ask, are you leading me on?" he abruptly says and began walking up to you, "are you playing with my.. feelings? i have to know,"

you open your mouth, before xiao walks up right in front of you, covering your mouth with his hand, "no, not yet. i need to know, because day and night i keep feeling this unbearable feeling of anxiety."

his teal eyes pierce your soul, xiao moved his hand from your mouth and began backing you into a wall, "so enlighten me miss, what are your intentions?" xiao stops as your back hits the wall, placing his arms on either side of your head, caging you in.

staring at his fierce and desiring eyes, you gulp. "xiao, what do you feel about all this?"

xiao stares, "i, i'm going insane for you, y/n."

at that, you suddenly feel a pair of plush lips crash on your own, a feverish hunger unleashed, you lean in, signalling your consent. sloppy kisses and body pressed up, a hot minute passes with the two of you clinging to each other. you pull away, but as you do so, xiao leans back in craving for more. like a starved beast, he lets go of your arms and pulls you in by the waist, lifting you up and carrying you.

he breaks away, panting. "shit, you're so hot."

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[belphegorbillickin]

Dealbreakers For The Brothers & Side Characters

(TW): General mentions of abusive relationships and behaviors

You can also read this AO3 here!

If you're very sensitive you might want to skip this one tbh. This isn't saying anyone with these traits deserves to rot alone, I myself fit some of them. They're just things I see as incompatibilities or pet peeves.

This about romantic relationships first and foremost, but nearly all of them apply to friendships as well. I didn't bother writing the same basic dealbreakers nearly all people have unless it was uniquely important.

Lucifer:

Someone who's out to hurt his brothers or at least doesn't care about their well-being at all is a definite deal breaker for Lucifer. Lucifer may struggle with favoritism and "tough love" even by demon standards, but nearly every single action he's taken since the fall has been for his family. They might not have always been smart or kind choices, but he kept their safety in mind every step of the way. Lucifer will not tolerate anything that might complicate that regardless of how attached to you he or his brothers become. Even going too far in bullying or using Mammon is off limits. That's his punching bag most loyal and trusted brother after all. He won't hesitate to separate you two if he thinks you've become too cruel. Lucifer has never been afraid to be the scapegoat and he's certainly not going to start now. Did you really think you would be able influence a centuries old demon's entire life's motivation just because of a little attraction? How arrogant, it's almost enough to make even The Avatar of Pride laugh. Trying to humiliate him is another deal breaker. I don't mean like giving him a cutesy nickname or something, but coming in with intention of "breaking" or "humbling" him. Obviously that's abusive in any situation, but it's especially painful for The Avatar of Pride to fall for someone like that. Devolving into pettiness and getting obsessed with "getting him back" for every slight isn't going to work out either. He doesn't mind a little pettiness, but there shouldn't be any actual hurt feelings. His pride is just as enforced as Mammon's greed or Leviathan's envy. It's not something even he could change. Constantly ignoring his boundaries to "get punished" or "because it's cute" will soon fall under this category as well regardless of how much he loves brats otherwise. Especially if it involves ruining his work or belongings. There's a reason he distances himself from Diavolo, and you don't have the ability to blackmail or physically force him like he does. You're only going to get the same treatment he does or worse.

Mammon:

Treating him like he's and idiot or beneath you will prevent him from gaining any affection for you. As will using him for money, he's got a ton of other humans already doing the exact same thing. He loves his brothers sure, but you aren't one of them and he doesn't necessarily love that about them. You don't have the same circumstances or history and he sure as hell ain't using them as a basis for his romantic relationships. Even doing it in a "cutesy" way or because you find it endearing will eventually get to him. He doesn't hate being called cute, he loves it really, but Mammon hates being patronized even if it's out of love and it's not up to you where the line is. He's the second strongest and Lucifer's most trusted brother for a reason y'know? Not taking things seriously doesn't mean he's incapable of doing said things. You're supposed the one person he doesn't have to deal with this from, not the worst one of the bunch. Someone trying to change him falls under this too. He knows he has room for improvement, but there's no way he's going to turn into a significantly different person. Complaining excessively about him to the others counts for both points as well. Take him or leave him as he is. Otherwise I feel like Mammon is the most forgiving so long as you treat him with kindness and respect. He's more like the kind of person who should have more dealbreakers in order to avoid unhealthy relationships.

Leviathan:

Honestly if he likes you enough I could see him accepting a lot of bad behavior and possibly even emotional abuse due to his low self-worth, but of all things I think it'd be someone that has difficulty prioritizing him. Especially someone who has trouble saying no or being honest.

It'd lead to break down in trust to the point where he'd never be able to tell if you really like doing anything with him.

Or if you're just too scared to hurt his feelings or taking pity on him. Levi also knows he has a tendency to guilt trip and he worries that it's been too effective with someone like that.

He's an antisocial shut-in who in all likelihood is autistic imo, he may have a knack for manipulation (like most demons) but genuine social interactions are difficult for him to confidently understand.

Eventually he'd always assume you're lying because he's not confident he can tell the difference, causing him to lash out in frustration, hurt, and jealousy.

As bad as it is normally it becomes much worse when you hang out with anyone else, even his brothers.

He starts to assume you'd do anything anyone tells you to, including cheating on him. Obviously The Avatar of Envy doesn't deal with that in the healthiest way.

Someone who pretends to like people when they don't, gives compliments they don't mean, talks behind people's backs, or spreads nasty gossip would also trigger this response in him eventually. Even when it's with the best intentions, in fact it might actually be worse. He'd become paranoid you're doing the same to him behind his back and wouldn't trust you.

Someone that's constantly going out of the house to hang out with other people without texting him for hours or letting him know when you'll be home makes incredibly anxious as well.

You can think that's ridiculous and unhealthy, and you might not be wrong, but nothing you can say to him will change how he feels about it. You'll just have the same conversation and attempts to comfort him over and over again until one of y'all snaps.

I could see some of the other brothers being poly under certain conditions, but even bringing it up with Leviathan would lead to a huge TSL quiz style meltdown.

It doesn't matter how much you explain it has nothing to do with him personally. Even if that's true the thought of anyone else interacting with you that way makes him murderous.

The only way I could see it not leading as potentially violent meltdown was if you were adding him to an already established relationship. 

Even then I fully believe he would eventually try to break everyone up and need to be the favorite, becoming increasingly greedy and jealous the more attention he gets.

Again he's the literal embodiment of jealousy, it's like telling to Beel to fast for months in front of a full course buffet of his favorite foods.

Even if he wants to fight it (and the fact that he typically turns his jealousy inwards shows that he does) it's well established in canon that part of their sin-related impulses are essentially magically enforced.

Levi appreciates you trying to help him be happier, but going into the relationship expecting to change him is a hard pass. Especially if the things you're trying to change are directly related to his autism, even if you don't realize they are.

Even if it's with relatively good intentions no amount of you complimenting him is going to cure or even significantly reduce his anxiety, or make him a social butterfly, and it especially won't lessen his jealously.

If anything once you're truly cemented as "his" there's going to be a huge increase in jealous behavior regardless of how hard you try to avoid it.

Dismissing his anxiety isn't going to do you any favors either. Acting like he's just being difficult or just needs a pep talk is not going to endear him to you.

Neither is trying to keep him from leaving when he's overwhelmed or constantly pushing his boundaries.

Patronizing him and talking to him like a child because of it will just lead to him feeling humiliated and angry. He's literally the admiral of the Devildom navy and older than your entire family tree, he's not helpless nor is he a child.

This, of course, includes trying to get him to stop watching anime or playing video games. Levi has so few things he enjoys in life and he's certainly not going to let you take this away from him.

Even consistently interrupting him regardless of how affectionate you're being really annoys him. Especially if it's at a key point, it just shows you don't respect his time or hobbies.

Trying to significantly decrease the time he spends doing that or spending money counts as well. Again, he's a centuries old Demon Lord in charge of the navy, he can handle his own money unlike someone, kthxbye.

Of course, acting ashamed of him is the best way to singlehandedly crush all of his self-esteem and make him refuse to believe you could ever like him.

Not liking PDA is one thing, but hesitating to introduce him as your boyfriend? Refusing to be seen with him until he goes to Majolish for a makeover? Trying to hide your face or telling him to stop bringing attention to you by getting excited when looking at Ruri-chan merch? Yeah, he's never going to believe you love him again.

Purposefully making him jealous for whatever will also lead to a significant, if not complete, loss of trust.

Especially considering it heavily implies a constant need for attention regardless of who you hurt, considering Levi would already be considered way too jealous even by demon and most yandere standards.

Satan:

I don't think I have to say it, but of course acting like he's Lucifer's clone is a huge no, like instant death kind of no. We all know they're similar in some aspects, just be respectful and tactful about his biggest insecurity, okay? I believe Satan is the least in denial about his status as a demon and acts as logically as possible. Naturally he values the ability to act logically in a partner as well. Anti-intellectualism leaves him this close to throttling you into a bloody pulp every time you open your mouth. If the literal Avatar of Wrath can control his emotions then you obviously aren't trying hard enough. (His words not mine, empathy is not his forte.) Even something like constantly derailing to make jokes in a serious conversation because you don't want to hear the truth has Satan gritting his teeth and bloodying his palms. God Satan forbid you hit him or even someone else with a "It's not that deep," while he's talking. Especially if he was trying to bond with you by discussing something, even if it was a joke. Satan will literally butt into a complete stranger's argument with another stranger to lecture them about letting their emotions keep them from the truth with zero shame (or self-awareness.) You are not an exception, rather he expects more of a potential friend and partner. The other major deal breaker is someone that would try to downplay the chances or impact of him potentially lashing out at you. Besides playing into anti-intellectualism it really pisses Satan off when people act they know him better than he knows himself, especially a clueless human who didn't even know Devildom existed not too long ago. Trying to say something like you "know that he'll never hurt you" or to not worry about it and etc. will leave him seriously reconsidering his choice to pursue you. Saying things like you “love him enough to tolerate it” or saying you can change him and deal with it until he’s better for ex. after he hurts you, intentionally or otherwise, would lead to him not even wanting to be friends you any longer. It's not that he wants you to leave when something like that happens, but just take it for what it is and be smart about it instead of trying to minimize or justify it. He rarely feels guilt of any kind, but the more he likes you the more he intends to keep you safe by any means possible. (Yes, he knows he sounds like Lucifer and it kills him inside.)

Asmodeus:

Someone who quietly goes along with something they aren't comfortable with and then complains about it or tries to use it against him really tests his patience. *Adding in a few lines because someone took this the wrong way, this is specifically about non-sexual things! Like saying you love going to clubs when you're overstimulated because you don't trust him to go alone and be faithful. Or saying you're okay with him being flirty with everyone like he always is and then getting jealous and angry at him without telling him why.*

Especially if he has to find out indirectly through someone else. You can tell someone else, but not the one you're supposed to love and trust the most? If he has to ask if you're sure ten times in a row just for you to still complain afterwards he's going to give up on you. His skin does not need this senseless stress. He can understand being nervous, but he can't do anything if you don't communicate. Yes, he can read people rather well, but that's not an excuse to refuse to be anything but voluntarily helpless. Asmodeus also understands if you're a bit insecure about living up to his past partners, but constantly dropping everything to comfort you will start to get old eventually. He's not going to change everything about himself, who he hangs out with, what he owns, and what he says to make you feel better. You knew what you were getting into, he never promised you anything different.

Beelzebub:

Trying to harm Belphie is the fastest way to get absolutely wrekt by Beelzebub with zero hesitation. You don't have to like Belphie, but you do have to tolerate him. You cannot try to separate the two even "for Beel's own good." It doesn't matter how much he loves you, you'll never be above or be able to come between his twin and literal other half. Y'know the one he sacrificed Lilith for? The one he literally shares his psychic bond with? The one he was ready to fight the vastly stronger Lucifer (whom he also loves) over even after he was freed? He feels bad about what happened, he really does. It haunts him to this day thinking about what if he had to choose again, but if you're actively harming Belphie in any way he's showing you no mercy. The only reason you were able to be that close to him in the first place was because you decided to help his family, and you'd better not forget that. You also have to be very careful bringing up Lilith and her death. Jokingly, or worse still, seriously, asking if Beelzebub will "pick you" this time would really hurt him and cause him to break up with you immediately. He's also not a fan of you acting jealously towards Lilith.  It's one thing to feel worried and insecure shortly after the reveal, but acting like his own sister is even remotely close to a romantic rival? No, absolutely not. Beelzebub's also not a fan of being treated like he's "too stupid" to understand anything. Sure, he's a bit naïve and very trusting of his brothers. Sure, he has a tendency to tune out or not bother thinking about things he has no interest in. But that doesn't mean he's a child or incapable of taking care of himself. He's not incapable of making his own decisions and he has the final say over his own actions. Don't think he can't tell when you're patronizing him, he can. He just prefers not to make a fuss over it most times. Unless of course, you start doing it too often. Poking fun at or confirming his insecurities is a no in general. Acting like he's embarrassing in public or even slightly implying he's useless or not smart enough is going to really hurt him.

Belphegor:

Insulting Beelzebub and Lilith, belittling or trying to make him forget Lilith's death, or especially trying to harm Beel, even emotionally are surefire ways of getting Belphie to snap. There's not much to say about it really, he'll instantly hate you for good if he doesn't murder you again right then and there. There's nothing you can do to change that. Otherwise he's also not a fan of someone trying to change him, especially yelling at him for things he can't change. He understands getting annoyed at him for always asking you to get things for him, but acting like he can just choose to not fall asleep is a no.  Complaining about missing a special date is one thing, but getting angry every time he falls asleep during a movie or while cuddling? Yeah, you're going to need to date someone else because he physically cannot change that regardless of how desperate for attention you are. Same goes for someone consistently trying to wake him up for no reason at all, it's not cute. Lucifer's reveal helped, but people putting their own reputation or appearance over their loved ones is still a huge sore spot for Belphie. Especially if you try to get him or Beel to change their appearance and/or behavior. Pretending you're not with Beelzebub because he's going on a rampage for example is going to make Belphie dump you instantly. Even constantly refusing to let him lean on you or hold your hand in public when you're fine with it at home is going to get on his nerves. (Not that there's anything wrong with not liking pda, but Belphie will be Belphie.) Same with acting drastically different in front of Diavolo and constantly telling him "not to make a scene" for reasons other than his or your own safety. Belphie would sacrifice everything and everyone for you and Beel, but you care more about what people think than how he feels? That's not gonna fly.

Diavolo:

Diavolo has surprisingly few dealbreakers for a future king, but he hates liars. Especially when he can't tell exactly what they're lying about. He's not fond of manipulative personalities either, despite being incredibly manipulative himself.  Even when it's to protect yourself Diavolo has difficultly emphasizing due to his privileged upbringing, being incredibly strong and influential nearly all his life. He also feels like you're refusing to tell the truth because you don't trust him not to punish you for it, which he considers ridiculous as he always happily ignores everyone's complaints and lack of consent. He likes MC specifically because they aren't trying to gain access to his power or wealth. Someone who shows even a hint of gold digging is going to fall down the list incredibly fast. As is someone that always sees him as the future king first, and Diavolo the demon second. Someone who consistently ignores his texts and calls would really hurt his feelings. A delayed response is one thing, but always responding late enough that it's impossible to do whatever it is that he wanted isn't going to get past him.  He understands he can be a little pushy (understatement of the century,) but he would much rather have you tell them him no than leave him waiting anxiously for your answer. (To be fair Diavolo, maybe people would be more honest with you if you actually listened to their complaints.)

Barbatos:

It's almost easier to list what isn't a deal breaker for Barbatos, as he's a very busy demon with very high standards with an even higher barrier to his trust. There is however, one thing that stands out in particular. The biggest would of course be any hint that you're not fully loyal to Diavolo or Devildom itself and/or any hint that you're using your relationship to achieve anything at all really. Even if it's "just" for wealth Barbatos has zero tolerance for any kind of manipulation. This would also include consistently trying to pull him away from his work, even if it's for the best of reasons.

Solomon:

I really struggled to come up with any Solomon-specific dealbreakers honestly, but I believe the biggest ones would be giving him the impression that you'd prefer to hang out with the demons, rubbing your own pacts in his face, and of course, being more interested in his knowledge or connections than Solomon himself. No one likes to be second-best, but I feel as though it'd be especially bad for Solomon. Especially because he already has trouble both connecting and staying friendly with other humans he feels it's safe to get more attached to. I feel like most are self-explanatory, but Solomon puts a lot of emphasis on the fact that y'all are both human and still seems to think of pacts a bit differently than MC does. I'm not saying he looks down on demons now, but it's clear he did at some point and it might dredge up some old feelings again when he's jealous. Honestly I could even see Solomon potentially thinking that (and using him for knowledge) was what was happening just because MC was an especially curious person.  He is very guarded after all of his bad experiences.

Simeon:

Anyone who tries to push him towards staying an angel or becoming a demon is not someone Simeon will tolerate. It's not something that can be decided easily, and quite frankly it's not your decision to make even if the two of you are in love. Pushing Simeon to become more demonic also leaves him wondering if you'll stay with him once the chase is over and he's "nothing more than another generic demon." Or if all you're interested in are the more... carnal pleasures of life rather than in addition to everything he can give you right now. He is far more lenient If you're genuinely doing it out of worry because you've picked up on how he seems to avoid going home however. Although he would still gently ask you to let him decide on his own. Meanwhile pushing him to stay more angelic would leave him even more wary, once again wondering if you'll stay once he's been corrupted. Even if he hadn't been slowly turning away from the Celestial Realm for centuries even a chaste relationship with a human has it's innate sins just in itself. That being said he is more likely to remain friends than if you were encouraging him to fall, but Simeon would be almost cold as he distances himself.

Tumblr was refusing to let me post so sorry for the test spamming and lack of editing at first. I don't think it's showing in the tags either but whatever, at least it finally let me post it after an hour of trying.

I'm not very happy with this, especially the now datables, but I've sat on it way too long and I'm refusing to let other people keep me from posting from now on.

#obey me hc #obey me hcs #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me angst #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me barbatos #obey me #obey me solomon

[lilaccoffin]

Had some thoughts today...about their relationship...

Mostly how Chai's envy towards Vanilla gradually culminates into their falling out.

Like, they both have a lot of similarities and differences that contribute to Chai deciding to ghost Vani, both being dudes struggling with inferiority complexes in different ways. Chai handles his by gassing himself up to be the coolest dude ever because no one can call you a loser if you don't act like one, right? And his slacker attitude going hand in hand with his fear of rejection. If you don't try and put your best into stuff or do anything, it won't sting as much if someone tells you you sucked or rejects you, right?

For Vanilla, he copes with these feelings of inferiority by working his ass off to prove himself, masking his autistic behaviors and being as by-the-book as much as possible. Sure, he isn't always 100% compliant, I mean, he's lying to his parents about his major so that he can do what he actually wants to do, but for the most part, he's the type of guy who thinks doing things like they're instructed to be done will reward him. This results in all of his anxiety and stress in school. He basically overexerts himself where Chai does not.

I've boiled down three things that Chai's envious of and it's Vanilla's friend group in college, school stuff, and finally, the band that came to talk to their class.

1: The Friends...

At the start of the game, Chai tells Peppermint he's better off by himself and in general you get this air that Chai is a loner. (Using Lonely Boy as the opening song of the game is also uh...y'know, a huge indicator.) A lot of the fan base (me included) headcanon that Chai had a really hard time making friends growing up. He was the weird kid, and some (if not most) of the teasing also came from a place of ableism. I know a lot of us also headcanon Chai to have ADHD and that paired with him not being able to fully use his right arm gave bullies a lot of material. I remember someone (edit: FOUND THEIR POST, psychangels said this and it's a really good post btw) mentioning Chai dealing with pity/fake friends too and I can definitely see that and how it contributes to him being cautious of new "friends." Vanilla was pretty lucky to even get as close to Chai as he did. The shared love of music and having classes together were probably the main reasons their friendship worked for as long as it did (not very long, but not very short). Well, Chai wasn't Vanilla's only friend, even if it seemed like it at times with how often Vanilla wanted to be around him. He has a group of gothic pals who care about him a lot, most of them being people he met in middle school that he was happy to be able to go to high school and now uni with. Chai tends to just observe them from a distance because Vanilla's friends don't really like him very much over some of his crappy behavior towards Vani, and he sees how close and happy they are. Makes him wish he had that, but he tries his best to ignore it since years of bullying have made it really uncomfortable for him to accept genuine connection or kindness. It's already tough when Vanilla is so nice to him, a friend group full of that? Makes him nervous to even think about it. Though Vani and his friends aren't the type to fake anything, he's still weary.

2: School...

So, yeah, Chai isn't getting the best grades whereas Vanilla is getting straight A's. Again, Vanilla works his little ass off to get the grades his parents want him to have and Chai doesn't put that much effort into his work. To him, half-assing it also diminishes the sting of rejection if his professors don't like any of his genuine work, so getting Cs and Ds are good enough. Even with music focused classes Chai tends to take it easy. I can see him being the kind of guy to ask why they need to study the other stuff that has nothing to do with how to make music? Still, his slacker persona tends to aggravate a lot of his professors and they tend to exhibit some pretty nasty behavior towards Chai for it. Since Vanilla is hardworking and contributes to class discussions a lot, they're a lot more generous to him and have definitely cracked jokes about Vanilla's work vs Chai's. Vanilla would just nervously laugh while Chai rolled his eyes. God, actually, I don't doubt professors would make mean jokes often about those two. Probably begging Vanilla not to let Chai influence him. Vanilla didn't exactly do much about those jokes except wave/nervously laugh them off. He should have stood up to them and told them to stop making fun of Chai but, well, that kind of thing doesn't come easy to him (looks at him lying to his parents instead of putting his foot down with them about himself and his life and also how they would aaalways compare him and his older brother, which, yeah it bothered Vanilla to have their professors do the EXACT same thing with him and Chai, but...again, not REALLY great about confrontation during this time). Yeah, the way professors treat Vanilla compared to how they treat Chai also made Chai envious of Vani. Especially when it was something Vanilla could have helped to some degree if he told these people to shut up, but it's not like Chai expected him to stand up for him, either. Why would he? Why would anyone?

3: Last, the visit from the band...

Okay so, I've gone to community and uni, and it's not unheard of for a professor to have people agree to come in and talk to their students about stuff regarding the subjects they're studying. I've had professors who know some pretty neat people invite them to talk to us, so I imagine one of Chai and Vanilla's professors have done the same. I've written this scenario out before, but to TL:DR it, a band that actually went to their university and met in their classes agreed to come on down and talk to them all about the industry and how they do their thing. They went the full mile and brought their instruments and shared a short excerpt of a song with them, too. The band ended up being a band both Chai and Vanilla liked as well, so it was a pretty sick class that day! Vanilla gushes to Chai about how rad and inspiring it was and Chai offhandedly tells him he should share that new song he wrote with them and see what they think, not thinking Vanilla would actually go and do that, despite how he always considers Chai's suggestions. The band ends up really liking it and asking Vanilla if they could play a bit of it to hear it out loud, which makes him nearly faint (it's a good thing most of the class had left by then and it was just him, Chai, their professor, and the band, who was just about to put their stuff away to go). Chai's happy for Vanilla, but then he thinks back to the time he met his favorite band and how they received him...blowing him off completely (took some inspo from kennyswurvegurl's post here for the visual 'cause, damn, it hit hard). It led Chai into a bit of a spiral afterwards, wondering if maybe he really didn't have a future in all of this because of the cruelty he's faced from so many people. Seeing Vanilla flourish was every bit as painful as it was great. Sure, he tried to fall back into his cocky behavior to not think about it so much, but it was getting tougher with each snarky remark from a professor, each glare from Vani's friend group, and Vani himself being so hyped around him, the fake him.

It all just gets worse when Vanilla runs by the idea of starting a band together after Uni. In Vanilla's mind, it was a great way for them to fulfill their respective dreams of being rock stars and filling in for each other on the roles they couldn't do (Vanilla wants to sing but can't because of his monotone voice and Chai can't play guitar because of his arm.Sso in Vani's head, them doing each thing would be fine, right?). Chai just gets upset at the idea, feeling like he's being pitied all over again and that he's only going to achieve his dream by bumming off of Mr. straight A's? Nah. He rejects the offer, and after a week he drops out of college. It...super sucks for Vanilla because he thought the world of Chai. Sure, his friends get him to take off the damn rose tinted glasses after they tell him Chai wasn't really that great of a friend, but he still feels awful about Chai ghosting him and his own faults in their friendship.

#doodlies #hi fi rush #vanilla #oc x canon #KINDA...? it's their crumble fumble... #oh my god this got so long.. #this always happens with me idk why I'm always shocked FDJSLF #thank u to anyone who reads <3 #vanichai makes me ill...

[kilojulietsierra]

Where He Belongs (Manny x wife!ofc)

Manny is about the only reason I'm still watching Mayans right not ngl, Been working on this one since Episode 2 and I think it's finally ready! Manny is missing his girl (wife w/ no name - can be read as reader) and then he finally gets to go home.

Warnings - PWP, 18+ only content, smut, phone sex, sexting, dirty talk, happily married Manny, dirty talk, long distance relationship, mention and discussion of past & future pregnancy, glimpse of Dad!Manny, happy family

~~~

If he was honest, Manny was already sick of this place, sick of this bullshit, and most of all sick of this fucking hotel. Tonight he could not bring himself to go inside right away. While his brothers filtered off to their rooms Manny sat, still straddling his bike. He watched them all disappear behind their respective doors and took a moment to sit in silence.

Instead of going inside himself Manny stood up and stretched, pulling his phone from the front pocket of his jeans before settling back on the bike. This time facing backwards, laying back over the gas tank as he pullsed up a number and hit dial. The FaceTime dial tone reverberated through the deserted parking lot while he pateintly waited.

Finally she picked up, the screen mostly dark and he can see her eyes are shut tight against the glare of the backlight, "Emanuel? Todo bien?"

Just seeing her face made him smile, "Yeah mama, estoy bien. Just missin' my girls. Sorry I woke you up."

"S'okay. How are things there?" She kept her eyes shut and shuffled around in the blankets a bit.

"A god damned clusterfuck." Manny scrubbed a hand over his face, not wanting to think about it. "C'mon mama quit squintin', wanna see those beautiful eyes."

She cracked one eye open, "Nuh uh, too bright." and clamped them shut again.

Manny chuckles, "Want me to let you go back to sleep?" He wasn't ready to let her go yet.

"No, not yet." She smiled sheepishly, half her face burrowed in the pilow.

With a smile and a nod Manny gets comfortable, holding the phone above him as he slouched further back over the bike. "How's mi Bella?"

"Good. Misses her papa. She found some of your old soccer stuff while we were cleaning out the spare room."

"Babe…I told you I'd handle that when I get back…"

"Si… pero cuando? Hmm?" She cracked her eyes open just enough to glare at him, only just teasing.

He sucked his teeth and clutched his free hand to his chest, "Ugh, mi corazon, you're killin' me."

His wife smiled, "She wants to join the youth league this year."

"FInally!" Manny couldn't stop smiling, he'd waited for years for his little girl to show some interest. "You got enough cash for the fees? Or you need me to have one of the boys set you up till I get home?"

"Oh no need. She spent all day yesterday watching game clips on Youtube with Abuelo. He insisted. Setting her up with gear and everything."

"My lil hustler."

"Mhmm, you shoud be proud."

"Always am." His smile softened a little, "How 'bout you mama? How are you?"

"I'm good, tired, work's been crazy and we've all been taking turns helping Marie out. Between the doctors visits and everything… it's been a lot. I took her to get groceries today… with Canche being in and out dealing with Santo Padre…I hate seeing her like this y'know." She was awake enough now to open her eyes some.

Manny could see how tired and emotional she was. "Baby…I'm sorry. I know this shit is fucked up but, I'm proud of you for holding things down and looking out for Marie. Don't know what I'd do without you."

She let her eyes close again. "Try not to think about it." With a smile she added, "Just promise you're bustin' your ass to get home."

He licked his lips and chuckled, "Believe that. Whatever it takes."

There was a long pause in the conversation then where she laid with her eyes closed and Manny just looked at her.

Eventually she smiled and hid her face in the pillow, without opening her eyes she said, "Quit starin'."

He smiled too, "Never." He moved, trying to get comfortable where he laid across his bike, "Killin' me knowin you're there at home in that big, empty bed without me and I'm 'bout to have to go share that room with Gordo's nasty fuckin' ass."

With one eye cracked open and a mischevious grin she asked, "So which one of you is the big spoon and which is the little spoon?"

"Ohhh, so mama thinks she's got jokes now huh?" Manny sat upright, one foot on the ground and the other crossed over the back fender, "Better be careful or I'll come back there and sort that attitude out for you real quick."

"God, that sounds so good right now." His wife smiled, eyes closed, and even in the bad light of the cell phone the little bit of a blush was obvious.

Manny bit his bottom lip and hummed, "Don't tease me baby…"

"You started it." She smiled wider, even giggled a little.

"Mhmm." He nodded, licking his lip, "Wish I was there so I could finish it too." They fell into a comfortable silence for awhile, both smiling, until finally Manny saw her eyes getting heavy again and he started to feel guilty. "I could sit out here and stare at you all night…" Her eyes cracked open again for a split second and he continued, "But I better let you go back to sleep."

She made a sound that was meant to be disagreement, but her eyes barely cracked open.

"Ima let you go back to sleep mama. Besa mi Bella por me, yeah?"

Eyes fighting to stay open she nodded, "Por supuesto."

"Buenas noches mi amor, te quiero mucho."

"Yo tambien papi, te quiero."

Her smile was soft and sweet and he did his best to memorize it before ending the call.

Manny loved his club, and he really did believe in the healing and the future of it… but at night, when the club shit was done, all he wanted was to be home with his girls.

~~~

Gordo's lazy ass was still snoring in the other bed when Manny got up to take a shower the next morning.

He was just about to turn the shower on when he heard his phone ding out by his bed. Scrubbing sleep from his eyes he shuffled back out to grab it, smiling when he saw the message notification from 'Mama'.

He swiped it open and actually felt all the blood rush from his head to his cock.

Quickly he glanced over his shoulder to make sure his roommate was still asleep then took his phone to the bathroom with him.

He shut and locked the door as quiet as he could and turned the hot water on only to lean against the counter and readjust himself through his shorts. "What you doin' to me ma..." He whispered to himself as he opened the video and groaned.

The text said, 'Woke up horny, is it okay if I play with myself papi?' She was only asking to fuck with his head, obviously, because the video attached very clearly showed her naked in their bed, blankets pushed down to her thighs and her hand moving between her legs.

Manny almost called her, but took her lead instead and replied, 'only if you're thinkin bout me while you do' He watched the text swtich from delivered to read and then the three little dots pop up.

'show me somethin' to think about...'

He groaned again and shook his head, laughing a little at himself as he opened the camera on his phone and posed in the mirror. Lip between his teeth, eyes half closed, muscles flexed, one hand gripping his cock through his shorts.

He palmed himself idly as he sent the picture and waited.

'Sexy as always. But i sent you a video...'

Manny rolled his eyes even as his grip on his cock tightened. He texted back, 'anything you want mama' and then trying not to feel silly opened the camera again.

This time he pushed his shorts down low on his hips and pulled his cock free. Turning to the side he began to stroke himself. Slow at first, long steady teasing strokes base to tip, then he sped up keeping a steady rhythm before truly jerking himself hard and fast. After a minute he stopped, chest heaving slightly and his eyes dark, and stretched his fingers to gather his balls and squeeze them in the same hand as he squeezed the base of his cock. The length of it sticking straight out. He gave it a couple shakes this way, his cock bobbing up and down and his balls rolling slightly in his grip.

He sent the video without watching it and waited, continuing to stroke himself.

A minute later she texted back, 'God I miss your cock papi, tell me where you wanna put it."

Manny felt a bolt of electricity roll down his spine to the base of his cock and he squeezed himself tighter, stroking a littler harder. 'Your pussy where it belongs! or your hand, your mouth, your tight little ass' He hit send but immediately started typing again, 'i'm gonna get in the shower and think about you on your knees though, think about tapping the end of this dick against your tongue, about your hand playing with me while you lick and suck on my balls. I'm gonna think about how good it feels when you gag on it, get it nice and sloppy' he hit send again taking a deep breath and stilling his right hand.

He could see the three little dots pop up but he hurried and typed one more message, fighting the urge to stroke himself. 'Then when I'm about to come I'm gonna imagine you bent over under the shower while i fuck you as hard as i can until we both cum'

Her three dots disappeared, reappeared and then disappeared again.

Finally a message came through, 'feel much better now, thank you! Love you, miss you, can't wait to have you and that dick home where you belong' with a winky face and a kissy face. He was almost annoyed until another text came through, this one a video, and he smiled.

He dropped his shorts to the floor, made sure the door was locked and took his phone into the shower with him.

~~~

She had just finished putting away the groceries when the sound of a motorcycle stopped her in her tracks.

Once upon a time the sound would have only been welcome, but now their world had changed. She listened closely as the bike pulled into the driveway and shut off. She was two steps down the hallway towards the gunbox in the bedroom when the front door opened.

"Hey mama."

She turned around slowly, her brain taking a moment to register who was standing in the doorway. As soon as she saw, was certain her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, she ran across the living room and jumped into Manny's arms.

"Manny! What are you doing here?" She all but squealed as she wrapped heself around him.

He took her easily, hoisting her up by her thighs and smiling as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her arms circled his neck and they were kissing before he even had a chance to answer. They were still standing by the front door and they couldn't pull apart for longer than a breath or two.

"I can't believe you're here." She whispered against his lips.

"Might have got in a little trouble," He brushed his lips over hers, "Canche told me time to come home." He kissed her again. "Didn't stick around to argue." Manny held her closer and kissed her again.

She sighed loudly as his grip tightend, "What kind of trouble exactly?"

Manny took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, "Me and a couple of the Santo Padre boys, supposed to be takin' a guy across, put him down instead."

"Man-ny," She groaned disapprovingly.

"I know baby, I know." He dropped quick kiss on her lips and started walking further into the house, "But listen," He sucked at the hollow of her throat, "I'm home now yeah?" He nipped at her collar bone.

"Mhmm…" She scratched her nails over the back of his neck.

He carried her across the living room and into the hallway, "Tell me how bad you missed me mami." He nudged open the door to their room and carried her inside.

With a smile she tapped his shoulder twice and he obediently set her down. She grabbed hold of his kutte and pulled him down to her, "Missed you so much." She kissed him again, long and slow. "How bad did you miss me?"

Manny kissed her with a smile and stepped them both closer to the bed. "Get on the bed and I'll show you how bad I missed you."

Her fingers were on the buttons of his shirt in no time and Manny shrugged out of his kutte, dropping it on the floor. His hands immediately settled on her waist to guide her backwards. Dragging them up her sides he took her shirt up with him and his heart raced as she eagerly raised her arms to help. With one hand he tossed her shirt aside and with the other he slid up her back, splayed wide, to undo the clasp of her bra. Manny again took her waist and lifted her back onto the bed, laying her sideways across it.

He stared openly and was thrilled to see the flush creep over her skin. Manny bit his lip and leaned with one knee on the bed as he popped the button on her jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. He leaned over her and kissed her softly, teasing, his hands moving to turn her over onto her stomach as he leaned back.

For a moment his full attention shifted to focus only on pulling her jeans down, slow but deliberate. Savoring every inch as it was exposed. The tight denim revealing her perfect ass as he pulled them down, moaning at the way it moved and jiggled, and off of her long beautiful legs.

Once she was completely naked Manny stepped back and admired his wife. She rolled over slightly, one hand toying with the necklace at her throat and one leg bent just enough to cover her womanhood.

"You are so fucking gorgeous baby… " Manny's eyes were heavy and dark and he slowly swept his tongue over his top lip.

She smiled, giggled silently, as she reached out with her foot and poked him in the stomach, "I wanna see."

Manny still stood by their bed mostly dressed, only the top four or five buttons of his shirt had been undone. With a predatory smirk he carefully grabbed the foot and picked it up high, rubbing his thumb over the sole of her foot as he placed soft, teasing kisses against her ankle. "What you wanna see?" He lowered her foot back to the bed, fingers brushing up and down the side of her calf.

"Take your shirt off." If her smile before had been cute this one was sultry.

His fingers went to work first undoing the cuffs of each sleeve before moving to the remaining buttons down the front. Manny held her gaze the entire time and neither of them looked away. He knew she liked what she saw, her teeth were sunk into her bottom lip, as he shrugged the shirt off and dropped it to the floor behind him.

She crawled up on to her knees and kissed him, almsot the same height as she knelt on the raised bed. "These too." She mumbled against his lips as she tugged at the waistband of his jeans.

Manny kissed across her cheekbone, up her neck and sucked her earlobe between his lips before he spoke against her ear, "Go ahead." He immediately groaned as he felt her nails drag down his chest, over his stomach, and start on the buckle of his belt. His hands settled softly on her hips as he looked down and watched her hands undo his belt and the fly of his jeans, then hook in the waistband of his boxers to tug them down. Only far enough for her to reach in and pull him out.

He was rock hard and twitching in her hand as she stroked his cock from base to tip. Manny let out a shuddered breath, the sight and feel of her hand on him finally instead of his own set his nerves on fire.

Her grip tightened, "Does that feel good?" She scratched the nails of her other hand over his abs and he shuddered again.

"So fucking good." He tipped her face up to his again and kissed her like he had at the door. "Lay back." He gave her a careful push and immediately kicked out of his boots and shoved his jeans the rest the way off. His eyes locked on her as she plopped back on the bed again.

He climbed on the bed and kissed his way up her thigh.

She groaned, her hand digging into his shoulder, "Later papi"

Manny shook his head, "nuh uh." and licked a long, deep swipe the length of her pussy and over her clit.

When she arched up off the bed and moaned he nearly growled, clamping his hands on her hips and devouring her.

It felt like no time at all when she began to tremble, but it had been long enough that his neck hurt and his jaw was sore.

"Fuck, Manny, Manny…"She moaned again, "Shit! I'm gonna…"

"I know mamI," he slid two long fingers inside her and he dropped his lips over her clit. "Cum for me." He mumbled against her before flicking his tongue over her clit until she let out a high pitched strangled moan and clamped her legs tight against his head. Manny continued to stroke her through it until her grip loosened. He kissed the inside of her thigh, the tattoo on her hip, the space between her breasts before finally reaching her lips.

She was still panting and her eyes were still closed but her hands settled on his back. "God I missed that."

"Yeah?" Manny kissed the side of her neck. "How about these hands? You miss them too?" He slid the hand not holding his weight up her leg, over her ass, pulling back to give it a swat before moving up her ribs and groping her breast.

"Mhmm." She writhed under him, trying to get closer.

Ego running rampant Manny nudged the tip of his cock against her clit, "How about this dick? " He rocked against her again, just barely grazing her swollen clit, "You miss it as much as I missed this pussy?" With that he tilted his hips and slid as deep as he could with the first stroke.

Both of them groaned and moaned, hands grabbing at each other, as he pulled back and slid deeper and worked her open. When she was finally able to take all of him he rocked into her until he bottomed out and stayed there. She whined and canted her hips trying to get even more.

"You feel so fucking good mama." He began moving again, slow, steady, powerful thrusts that had them both gasping and moaning. Soon enough he was slamming into her over and over, "I missed you so much." His voice was strained with effort. He sped up even more, the bed shaking, slamming into the wall.

Suddenly her face changed and she began to push back, "Manny wait." She was quiet and breathless, "Wait, not yet."

Manny groaned but stopped, "What? What, why you stoppin' me?" His brow was furrowed and his muscles tense.

"Not yet," She took a ragged breath, "don't want it to be over yet."

After a heartbeat Manny laughed, "Don't scare me like that baby." He took a deep breath, "Shit." Slowly he began moving again. Slower, gentler thrusts, his pelvic bone grinding against her clit with each stroke. "It's okay." He kissed her cheek, "It's been a long four months, but I ain't gonna blow it yet." He kissed her other cheek, smiling when she sighed and relaxed beneath him. "Just want to make you feel good." He snapped his hips once. "Wanna see that beautiful face you make when you cum," Another harder thrust. "Hear the way you moan, and whine all breathless and shit." He began to speed up again, fucking her roughly again, "Wanna feel that pussy choke the life out this dick."

His wife moaned again, her nails clawing at his back as she began to meet his thrusts eagerly.

"Is that okay mami?" He kissed her.

It was rough and clumsy but she loved it, "Mhmm."

Manny smiled and grabbed her ass tilting her hips just right, "You know I'm going to give you more than one anyway right mami?"

With a high pitched whine she nodded, and cried out as he ducked his head to suck on her nipple, fucking her just as hard and fast as befoe. This time, not stopping until her back arched off the bed and her inner muscles clamped down on him as she came.

"That's my good girl." He murmured over and over into her ear as she came down from her second orgasm. Manny kissed her slowly and held her close to him until he felt her sigh deeply and relax back into the bed. "Fucking perfect." He stroked his hand over her thigh and waist, up her arm to take her hand. Interlacing his fingers with hers before stretching her arm up above her head. "I've been imagining this for months…" He rocked his hips again, slow and shallow, "How good it was gonna be to fuck you after so long."

Beneath him she was smiling but her eyes were still closed, her hand squeezed his before she raised her other arm above her head in a languid stretch. Her smile changed as she hooked one leg over his back, letting him thrust into her casually, "You're very talkative today aren't you?"

Manny scoffed and snapped his hips into her once, rocking her back into the pillows and taking her breath away for a second. "You love this dirty ass mouth of mine mama, don't play." He sped up his thrusts slightly, aiming to hit her in just the right spot. With his lips brushing against hers, still with a naughty smile, he whispered, "We both know that's what's been gettin' you off for the last four months."

"Well…" She bit her lip and locked eyes with her husband, "It helped at least."

He snapped his hips again as they both laughed and kissed for a long moment.

They were both panting when they pulled apart and Manny smiled when she put her hands on his chest and pushed. He took her direction and rolled over to his back, taking her with him.

With a smile on her face and her hair a mess she straddled his hips and slid herself back over his cock until their hips were flush and he was even deeper inside her than before. She watched as his eyes rolled back and he threw his head back, mouth open in pleasure. Slowly rolling her hips she told him, "Glad to have the real thing though, so much better."

Beneath her Manny moaned and gripped her thighs tight enough to leave a mark. Opening his eyes finally he took in the sight of her and chewed on his lip, "Go ahead and use it mama, lemme see you get yourself off."

"Yeah?" She smiled and rolled her hips the opposite direction.

Manny nodded and smacked her ass, "Mhmmm."

She groaned in pleasure and giggled as she took his hands and held them above his head. Using the angle to rub her clit against him as she rocked her hips.

Whole body tense Manny mumbled under this breath, "de puta madre…" and rose his hips up to meet hers, "Ride that dick."

It didn't take long, only moment until she brought herself to orgasm; gasping for breath and digging grooves in the back of Manny's hands. He surged up and caught her around the waist, kissing her so hard their teeth knocked together as he enjoyed the way her pussy fluttered around him. Never pulling apart he laid them back down and continued their kissing, his hands on her ass while her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"Shit," she fought to catch her breath, "I have to tell you something."

"Tell me what?" Manny murmured into her neck.

Without warning she sat up, still firmly impaled on his now pulsing, twitching hard on. Her hands braced flat on his chest she looked him in the eyes and took a deep breath. "I stopped taking my birth control…"

There was a long silence as Manny stared back at her, his sex muddled brain trying to catch up. "You did?"

She nodded.

His mind started to race. His heart pounding in his chest for a new reason. "You stopped?" When she nodded, chewing her lip uncertainly, he began to smile. "When?"

"Almost three months ago."

"You're serious?" His hands gripped her waist tightly, scared to let go, and she continued to nod. "You're sure?" He felt hope rise up in his chest, "You're sure? You talked to your doctor and all that."

"Mhmm." She was smiling now too, "She said I'm healthy and in great shape, still relatively young…So if we want to…"

All he could do was stare at her in awe, "So you do want to?"

With a slight laugh she nodded again, "I'm a little scared…" They both glanced down to the scar across her lower abdomen. Manny traced his thumb softly over the slightly raised white line. "But, I couldn't stop thinking about it after we talked and then you had to leave but… but yeah… I want another baby."

Manny sat up and wrapped his arms around his wife, holding her tight as he kissed her, "I'm so fucking happy right now!" He flipped them over again, laying her down under him as they continued to kiss.

"I can see that." She mumbled against his lips, both of them smiling.

He slowed down long enough to rest his forehead against hers, "When was your period?"

She rolled her eyes, but answered with a smile, "Last week."

"Mmmm," Manny hummed as he began to rock his hips once again, "Perfect timing." He kissed her once.

Another eye roll, "Maybe." but she lightly drug her nails down his side and dug them into the back of his thigh. Gasping when he jerked his hips forward in response. "One way to find out."

How was he supposed to control himself when she looked at him like that? When she had her nails digging into him like that and kept squeezing her inner muscles around his cock. Manny growled and hooked one of his elbows under her knee and bending her as far as she would go. It opened her up to him even more and he felt himself sink just a little deeper, "What you want mama?" He picked up his thrusting again and bit his lip as he watched her eyes spin back, "You want me to fuck you, make you cum one more time?"

Her, "Yes." Was followed by a moan.

Manny sped up more, pounding into her harder and deeper, "Yeah? You want me to cum with you?"

All she could do was nod, cling to him as she trembled underneath him. So close to coming apart for him again.

That tingling sensation had set in at the base of his spine and Manny buried his face in her neck, "Are you ready baby? Hmm? Can i cum in this pussy? Please, can I fill you up? Yeah? Cum for me baby, cum for papi."

Once she had started chanting out yes after yes she couldn't stop. Her vision blurred and every nerve in her body lit up like fireworks. She was still trying to catch her breath when she felt Manny's arms lock tight around her and his hips snap into her uncontrollably as he gasped and moaned directly in her ear. With her eyes closed, panting, she trailed her fingers over his sides and enjoyed the way his whole body shuddered. How he drove himself impossibly deeper as he gave her everything he had.

Eventually his grip on her loosened and she felt the press of his lips against her neck. He kissed his way up the column of her neck to her ear as he gave a few final thrusts, finally coming face to face with her again. Kissing her sloppily and deeply before whispering against her lips, "I love you so fucking much."

Without pause she answered back, "Me too baby, so much." "

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What time is it?"

Her voice was muffled against his chest and Manny moved carefully, craning his neck to look at the alarm clock on the dresser. "Quarter after three." He settled back down, enjoying the after sex high and the feel of his wife naked and sated, draped over him.

"Bella get's out at 3:30." She shuffled a little but made no move to get up.

Manny squeezed her tight with the arm around her waist, patted her lightly on the ass, "Was thinkin' I could go pick up her up oln the bike."

She smiled and kissed a corner of the tattoo on his chest, "She is gonna lose her mind when she see's you."

He chuckled, "Like mama like daughter yeah?" T

hat earned him a pinch to his hip and a, "Callate pendejo."

With a big smile on his face Manny shook his head, "God, it's good to be home." He stroked his wife's bare back, still smiling, and kissed the top of her head. "You get any meat at the store?"

"Mhmm." She didn't even question the sudden change in topic.

"How about you do that real good marinade quick while I go pick up our girl?" He looked down to see her nodding, "When we get back I'll get the grill goin', make some carne asada. We can do it up tonight, the three of us."

With a deep sigh she wrapped her arms around him tight, "Sounds good to me. You better get your ass in the shower though."

"Wanna come?"

"Nope, I'm staying right here till you are a safe distance away." She pushed and shoved at him as he crawled off the bed.

Manny laughed and gave her a kiss and another little swat to the butt, "Legs still shakin' a little?"

"Maybe. Thank you very much." She rolled away from him and buried her face in his pillow, "Shower, now, go."

He made his way around the bed with a smile on his face and his own legs a little unsteady.

Manny stopped and grabbed his dirty clothes, throwing them towards the hamper and set his boots by the door. His mind was filled with thoughts of his wife, his daughter, their next baby... he was going to be a Dad again! He thought of how amazing his wife looked pregnant and how strong she had been the first time. How he had instantly fallen in love with his daughter and how he'd fallen impossibly more in love with his wife. Now, it might be awhile, but they were doing it again. This time a little older and a little wiser.

When he picked his kutte up off the floor he barely even looked at it as he tossed it towards the chair in the corner, happy to set it aside for awhile. Happy to be home with his girls where he belonged.

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Part Two is now available!!

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Dispense advice and receive a surprise in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic

Warnings for this section: Stoner themes (mentions of being baked), dirty talk

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 49 of ?): Once You Reach

Once you open the door and step out, you realize just how baked you are; your body is a bit heavy and for a few seconds it feels almost like you're moving in slow motion as you look up and take in the vivid details of the trees in the parking lot, waving gently in the slight breeze. You turn around to the sight of smoke slowly exiting your car along with Damian, whose pink eyes and slight stumble tell you he's just as high as you are, if not more so.

"Now I see why Rhea has to be the one driving," you giggle, joining him on the slow walk back to the table.

"Hey, it's not that bad," Damian says, grinning a bit too much to sound defensive, "You can't stumble sitting inside a car."

"Yeah, no stumbling," you concede before continuing, "Just the dozens of other large, metal vehicles going at high speeds, driven by people with short tempers and powered by explosions."

"... You might have a point," he said before sighing - not sounding quite as sad as before but still looking across the distance between the two of you and the table, stopping in his tracks.

"If you haven't talked to him, you should," you say, realizing by Damian's reaction that he knew exactly what you meant, "Not that it's any of my business, but if it was me- when it's been me, talking about things honestly did a lot more good than being bitter ever did."

He seems to consider your advice for a moment before allowing himself a small grin.

"You're two-for-two on making good points," Damian admits, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away. You're sure you see his cheeks pinking up a bit, but decide not to say anything.

"Todo bien?" the familiar voice behind you makes you turn around to the sight of Dominik walking toward the two of you.

"Ningunos problemas," Damian replies before giving you an appreciative smile.

"Mira, can we talk?" Dom asks, looking at you this time.

"I have to see a man about a conversation, anyway," Damian says, winking at you, "Thanks, chica."

Dominik watches until Damian is out of earshot, a slightly puzzled expression on his face, before saying anything.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier," he still seemed a bit embarrassed, but you could tell he was keeping a respectful distance and gauging your reaction to see if you felt unsafe, "I didn't know Rhea was going to do that and I- well, I think you're- um- anyway, I'm sorry."

Dominik's face was about as red as it was at the end of a particularly long match by the time he finished speaking.

"You don't have to apologize," you say once you're sure he doesn't have more to add, "I actually feel pretty comfortable around you since you helped me out at the show last night. Rhe's comment was just sort of out of left field and this is the first non-monogamous relationship I've ever been in. It's a lot really quickly, y'know?"

Dom nods, a relieved expression on his face, "If I do make you uncomfortable, just let me know."

"I appreciate it," you reply, smiling and taking in the way he looked at you before saying, "Earlier you said you think I'm- but you didn't finish your sentence." - Dominik, having calmed a bit since you reassured him, blushed intensely again - "So what do you think I am?"

He cleared his throat before messing with the collar of his shirt and admitting, "Muy hermosa - very pretty."

"Thank you," you respond, grinning harder and looking him up and down before adding "You're quite the pretty boy yourself" and winking before turning around and walking to the table, knowing full well Dom was caught off-guard and likely too flustered to respond. You may not be ready to date anyone else for the time being, but flirting was proving to be a lot of fun.

"Welcome back, babe," Rhea greeted you as you sauntered up to the table, noticing the only other person sitting with her was JD, "I don't know what you told him, but Damian asked Finn if they could talk and it sounds like he's going to apologize or something. So thank you."

"Everyone keeps thanking you today," Dominik says, finally catching up to you as you sit down, "Why is that?"

"Whatever the reason, you're both going to be thanking me here in a minute," Rhea says, pulling out a gift bag stuffed with tissue paper out of her messenger bag. From it, she pulled out a small box, handing the rest of the gift bag to you and the box to Dom.

"Go ahead," she says, leaning back in her chair and putting her hands behind her head, "Open them."

Pulling out the tissue paper on top, your eyes fall on a black leather collar whose ring has a heart-shaped silver tag hanging from it. Pulling it out, you grip the smooth leather and grab the tag, blushing when you read the engraved text: "Mami's good girl." When you turn over the tag and read the other side, it only makes you blush harder: "Slut."

Looking up, you see Dominik is holding a heart-shaped tag and realize Rhea probably already bought him a collar much earlier in their relationship.

"Show each other what Mami got you," she orders, watching you both shyly swap gifts to look at them before saying, "And don't forget to say thank you."

"Thank you, Mami," you and Dom say in unison, flustered because you both knew what the other was about to read.

His tag was similar to yours on one side: "Mami's good boy." However, you couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows when you read what was engraved on the other side: "Bitch."

Looking up, you see Dominik - blushing intensely once again - bite his lip and struggle to look at you as you give each other back your respective gifts. Rhea giggles, watching the exchange before you put your new collar back in the gift bag. Remembering JD, you turn to see him alternating between looking at his phone and looking up in the direction of the parking lot where, presumably, Finn and Damian were talking. You instinctively crossed your fingers underneath the table that your advice was exactly what the situation called for.

[end part forty-nine of ?]

Part 50: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/729946450790858752/absolute-smokeshow-part-50-of-the-other-side

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Personality through quote

Thanks @willtheweaver here, @elsie-writes here, @somethingclevermahogony here, and @dyrewrites here.

Rules: write a quote from your character(s) following a given prompt

Tagging @mk-writes-stuff @little-peril-stories @ohnomybreadsticks @oh-no-another-idea @sarahlizziewrites @sleepywriter00 @mysticstarlightduck @emilynotfound @elsie-writes + OPEN

Your prompt: "What's a song/type of music that you can listen to when you need comfort?"

Due to these building up, they're under the cut

Will's prompt: Go-to meal when they are sick

Lexi: "When I'm in Ceteri, it's a classic grilled cheese. Alium though has this weird purple soup that's made of...I actually don't know what it is, but it's super good and totally effective."

Maddie: "Pia makes really good soup. I think that usually helps when I'm sick."

Ash: "Mary makes some good Texas toast. I'll take that, maybe dip it in some soup."

Gwen: "Does tea count as a meal? Because that's what I have when I'm sick."

Robbie: "My mom makes good stew and very healthy meals when we're sick. She knows exactly what to do whenever we don't feel well."

Akash: "Literally everything Mrs. Stafford makes. Everything."

Jedi: "I really enjoy hinoniku, which is like bulgogi from your side of the portal, but the meat is from the firefox. I would eat that when sick because of what it reminds me of."

Carmen: "I guess Atsila's family made good meals with unibison and bearfalo meat. They made a good stew."

Elsie's prompt: A quote about love

Lexi: "I guess love is... I guess grounding? Is that what it's called? It makes me feel good. Like things are normal. If I'm having some anxiety attack, if someone is just...there, I can usually calm down.

Maddie: "Hm. I guess the small things people do can be love. Like Kelsey making me Wilfredo. Wasn't for my birthday or anything. Or Lexi watching sci-fi with me, playing Mario Kart even though she always loses."

Ash: "Whenever someone doesn't put so much pressure on you to do something specific. Be something specific. Love is that, I think. When they like you for you."

Gwen: "Love is something that transcends time and space. It will never stop - not for anything. I love spending time with my friends, but I'd love them no matter what. Akash and I are in a long distance relationship, but we see each other over the weekends. That doesn't matter to me. We still are together."

Robbie: "There are people I can't stop thinking about. That are on my mind all the time, y'know? It's like they physically are there, in my mind. If my mind was, like, a building, they'd have rooms to themselves, completely dedicated to who they are. That's kinda how I see it. Does that make sense? I'm probably not making sense."

Akash: "I feel like love is knowing you can always go to them. For refuge, y'know? Knowing they'll accept you and protect you. And you right back at them."

Jedi: "Love is sinking into warmth. It feels warming to be with someone. No matter how horrible you feel, being with them is comforting."

Carmen: (we'll pretend you actually got her to answer this question) "It's not being afraid to let them see you at your worst."

C's prompt: A quote about a reoccurring dream

Lexi: "I have dreams about all of my friends. Often, we're at Main Event, bowling. Getting pizza. Laser tag. A lot of stuff like that. Sometimes it gets weird, like a character appears, or someone I haven't seen in years. Sometimes Shelby is there. Usually I... I feel like I'm giving too much information, but I always get so angry when I see her. I've thrown a bowling ball at her a few times. Every time I've woken up, completely shaken. Sometimes I'll get a nightmare in the middle of a dream where everyone suddenly vanished. [Pause] I've spoken way too much about this."

Maddie: "My dreams are usually weird and nonsensical. I don't think any of them reoccur. A lot of them are combinations of things I'm watching. A lot of superheroes or Star Trek."

Ash: "Sometimes I have this dream where I'm like...not physically there. Like I'm an observer from above. It's unsettling. Nothing too bad, but it's just weird, I guess."

Gwen: "I've had a recurring dream topic where I meet my evil twin, though none have been the same. I was actually a twin. Not identical, but my sister died in the womb. I always was scared of those episodes where there's an evil clone or twin, so I have dreams where she lived and became evil. Not sure if this is a nightmare or not. Sounds silly saying it out loud actually (laughs)."

Robbie: "Okay, I have this dream where I'm running through the city. I don't actually know what city. It looks like Metropolis from Superman: The Animated Series. Y'know, the 90s one? But like, I know it's not Metropolis. I think it's New York, but I've never been, so that doesn't make sense. Anyways, I'm running through the city, and there are cars pulled off to the side of the road while people are screaming and running. There's this destruction going on behind me. I turn around, and coming through the buildings is this giant inflatable duck floaty. Like one little kids would take to the pool. I dunno, man. I don't even have a fear of them."

Akash: "Bro, most of my dreams take place in Walmart. WALMART. What does that even mean?? It doesn't make any sense! There's never the same thing happening. I'm just constantly in Walmart."

Jedi: "My insomnia causes vivid dreams whenever I get to sleep. It is not always terrible, but at the worst, I do have dreams where I am responsible for my mother's death. I know that is not the case, but it appears I may have some guilt left over from it."

Carmen: [pause, pause, pause] "I am not going to answer a question about what goes on in my subconscious. What kind of sick person do you have to be to ask that?!"

Amber's prompt: A quote about someone they miss

Lexi: "Everyone I left behind in elementary school. Daniella, Laurie, Ryan, Amber. It sounds silly, since I wasn't particularly close to them, but they were my friends. I still follow them on social media, but I haven't exactly met up with them in a while. I need to change that."

Maddie: "I dunno. Brycen pre-bully? I was friends with him for a time. I don't miss him but I miss the person he was."

Ash: "Sometimes I find myself missing Shelby or even Frank. They were awful, but... Shelby did make me feel like I found someone I could talk to. And Frank was a second dad for a little bit until he turned out to be a jerk. I dunno. It's complicated."

Gwen: "My cat. Poor thing was suffering and we had to put her down. I miss her so, so much. And even if we get another one, it won't be the same. It won't be her."

Robbie: "I miss Lalika, Akash's mom. She was such a good lady, like another mother or maybe an aunt. I knew her most of my life. How could I not miss her?"

Akash: "More than anyone, I miss my mom. I didn't get enough time with my dad to know him, but... Mom I did. And... I just wish I got more time with her, y'know?"

Jedi: "I miss seeing my sister Kirstie all the time. We were very close as children. And my mother.... Eomma did everything to keep me safe. I will never be able to repay that."

Carmen: "Of course I miss Atsila. I knew her for a while." [She's holding back more]

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