#I need to stop loving to see peoples reactions i feel so weird about it but i love it :')

[mrfoox]

I need to be put in jail....

[arieslost]

personally since I want to take a nice bite outta oscar (and you do too)

what about an oscar x gf!reader who just constantly bites him, not hard enough to leave a mark (thats only in bed) but just a little chomp

like he has an arm around her shoulder while talking to Lando and she just turns her head and *chomp*

lord knows i wanna give that man a nice little monch. just a little 🤏🏻 little bit

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chomp | op81

something about oscar unlocked the habit within you. he’s just so… yummy. all the time. so one day you acted on the urge to bite him. you did it gently, just barely sinking your teeth into the skin covering the taunt muscle of his bicep when you were cuddled up together in bed. he liked it; encouraged it even, so you never really looked back.

instead of “pinch me,” he soon adopted the phrase “bite me” in its place. it was just an affectionate thing that you did when your feelings for him became so overwhelming words failed you. it happens more often than not— just looking at him and knowing he’s yours is enough to render you speechless.

his instant enjoyment of your gentle bites had you dismissing the behavior as normal quickly, so it now comes as a surprise to you when other people have a visceral reaction to it.

you never pay much mind to what people say on social media, particularly twitter, but almost every day you’re greeted with the sight of you being caught biting oscar and hundreds of people asking what your problem is. it mostly stemmed from the one time that oscar asked (more like begged) you to leave a mark in the throes of a passion-charged moment that happened the night before qualifying and thus it was clear as day to everyone in the paddock the next morning.

you were usually careful to bite parts of him that were almost always concealed. his thighs, his hips, his shoulders, the junction between his shoulder and neck. but he’d been adamant that you bite his neck and leave a mark, and who were you to tell him no? so the whole world ended up becoming privy to your little habit. but oscar never gave anyone the time of day when asked about it, so it never crossed your mind to stop.

now, lando had been the very first to tease him about that infamous mark on his neck, but he’d never been there to see it happen. until today.

oscar had insisted that you join him while he and lando were waiting to be called in for a race debrief, with the promise that he’d take you out for dinner afterwards. you’re always happy to spend extra time with your boyfriend, of course, so you were more than happy to agree.

except lando has a special talent for boring you out of your mind with extremely technical talk. and he loves to talk. you need something to do in order to not implode from boredom, and oscar’s arm is right there, wrapped around your shoulders, so you turn your head and lightly bite the thin skin of his wrist.

the sudden silence is deafening as lando stops talking in the middle of his sentence.

“i thought that was just a weird rumor. you actually bite him?” lando asks.

“um, yeah,” you reply slowly. “so?”

“got a problem with my girlfriend, mate?” you can feel the muscles of your boyfriend’s arm flexing around you as he tenses up a little.

“nope. no. not at all,” his teammate is quick to respond, hand reaching back to scratch his neck. “carry on. i’ll just act like i’m not here.”

so you do, biting him a little harder as a silent chill out. he just kisses your temple, stifling his laughter.

when it’s finally time for their meeting, you’ve traveled from oscar’s wrist all the way up to the inside of his elbow, grazing your teeth along his skin and inhaling his addictive scent. you’d happily do this for hours, and you pout when he separates himself from you.

as an apology, he leaves you with a parting whisper of, “you’re gonna bite me harder than that tonight, right?” that has your whole body heating up.

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🍼🪞Mirror on the Ceiling🪞🍼

The house was impressive, despite still being under construction. Exactly why it was suggested as the venue for your second date was unclear, but you assumed it was just a power play - she was older, wealthy and probably trying to compensate for the age gap by flaunting a little. She needn't have, you'd been smitten from the first glance across the bar.

Entering a half-finished bedroom on the first floor, you couldn't help but notice something unusual - there was a giant mirror installed on the ceiling.

"Wait... is that so you can watch yourself in bed?" you smirked and pointed an accusing finger in her direction, feeling confident that this being the first stop on the tour was an extremely unsubtle way of flirting.

"Its so YOU can watch yourself in bed." came the winking reply, along with a playful one-finger bop on the nose on that seemed to emphasize her seniority over you, "I guess you could call this a "playroom" of sorts. Maybe you'd like to be my little boy-toy, hmmm?"

You couldn't believe it - the walls were unpainted, the floor was unfinished and the en suite bathroom lacked any hint of where the toilet would go - but there was already a mirror on the ceiling. Sure, it was a little weird, but at least you knew she wasn't uptight about sex.

All the same, with no furniture or carpet in the house, the night ended with nothing more than a peck on the cheek. Days become weeks, weeks became months, the relationship was getting serious, but somehow the house was nearly finished without you having gotten past second base.

"Don't worry, baby, you'll be seeing a lot of yourself in that mirror once the furniture gets delivered." was enough to keep you going. It became a little game between the two of you - so much so that you didn't think twice about being "forbidden" from entering the house during the final weeks of construction.

When the day of the house warming party eventually came, you were so excited that the mythic playroom was finally within reach.

"There's my little darling!" seemed like an unusual greeting to receive as you met your new love at the front door, but you didn't really think much of it. Nor did you think much about the glass of red wine you were handed being so bitter, despite otherwise tasting exactly like plain grape juice - you never really drank wine anyhow, so you marked it down to inexperience. A little alcohol always helped you mingle at parties, so you drank greedily as you stepped into the foyer.

The house was full of people you didn't know, but you recognized a couple you'd been on a few double dates with over in the living room. They were in a small group looking through a pile of something, but you couldn't get a good look at exactly what. Whatever it was, it seemed to be getting an odd mixture of reactions that ranged from "Aww, so adorable!" to "Uh oh!" - almost all of them followed by an smattering of laughter from everyone.

You assumed they must be going through material samples for something in the house that wasn't finished yet, it certainly looked like cloth of some sort, but it was too far away to be sure.

"Come over here, there's somebody special you need to meet!" she said, grabbing your hand and leading you into the kitchen.

"Heeey! There he is!" came an unexpectedly warm greeting from a man you'd never seen before. He was the "silver fox" type, and in many ways he reminded you of your new girlfriend. You assumed he must be her brother and did your best to act casual, despite a sudden feeling of light headedness.

"You know, honey, I wasn't so sure about this at first - but you were right, this house already feels more like a home with our little guy in it. He really is adorable..." the man reached out and gently stroked your face. You tried to recoil from his hand, but your reaction time was so delayed that he'd already finished before you could move a muscle. Everything felt strange and your brain was swimming in confused thoughts.

The man gently removed the nearly empty wine glass from your hand and put on an exaggerated look on concern. "Uh-oh, who gave the baby glass? C'mon tiger, give that to papa, its not safe for a munchkin like you. Let's get that into a baba - then you can make the rest of your nummy grape juice go all-gone for Mommy and Daddy, okay?"

You tried to ask what was going on, but the words just wouldn't come out - whatever was in that wine was working fast. Your eyes darted over to your "girlfriend" who seemed to be glowing with joy over the situation in front of her.

"You see, I told you that you'd be a natural at this, sweetheart. He isn't even settled into the nursery yet and you're already acting like an adoring father" she said, giving the man a peck on the cheek.

"Just remember, I'm only changing the wet diapers." he smirked.

"We'll see about that..." she chided "but speaking of which, we really should get our lil' lamb into his Huggies - the guy I got this stuff from warned me that people tend to loose control once they're knocked out. It's a little sad that baby will miss out on his first dirty diaper, but I'm sure everyone will take plenty of pictures for him to see later - besides, there'll be a LOT more where that came from!"

You gathered up all your remaining strength to try and run, but you didn't get more than a few steps out of the kitchen before collapsing onto the carpet. Crawling on all fours, you could see the front door and tried to move towards it.

"Ooooh, look, he's crawling! Where're ya' goin' tiger? Is my rugrat exploring his new home?" the man called after you with a surprisingly genuine parental tone. "Okay, everyone, we're ready to start the baby shower!"

Guests from all over the house converged in the front room, blocking your path to the door. They didn't seem to pay much attention to your plight - a few took pictures, a few cooed and pinched your cheeks, but nobody seemed to share your confusion.

Shortly before losing consciousness, you felt yourself being rolled onto a soft pad on the floor and your pants being unbuckled. Somebody placed something in your mouth and you couldn't seem to spit it out - you felt something cold and damp against your skin, then something soft being pulled between your legs, then another, and another. The sound of tape and the crinkle of plastic seemed to be coming from miles away as you finally succumbed to sleep.

When you awoke, all you could see was yourself strapped down in a giant crib, wearing a thick diaper, plastic pants and a onesie. It took a moment for it all to sink in, but you eventually accepted that this was no dream. Just as promised - you'd be getting a lot of time in the playroom, you were nothing more than her little boy-toy, and you'd be spending countless hours watching yourself in the mirror on the ceiling.

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Minotaur (Ambrose) x chubby fem!reader || oral sex, dirty talk, dom/sub, chocking (lightly), degradation, humiliation (lightly), semi-public sex, overstimulation, squirting, size kink

You were once again bothering him (even though he insisted you weren’t a bother) in the tattoo studio.

Ambrose didn’t have any more sessions today, so you were going to go watch a movie and maybe grab some dinner. Just normal friends’ stuff. Normal friends who were completely normal about each other. Nothing weird going on. You weren’t in love with him or anything… Okay, maybe you were. Maybe you’ve been lusting after him for as long as you could remember, and he’d been ignoring it. Or maybe not? You weren’t sure about it. But you’d been teasing for so long that it was just natural at that point.

He was just going around his room, getting everything sorted out before you could leave. His back was to you, and you couldn’t avoid looking at his short tail moving from one side to another in almost a stimmy way. He looked magnificent from the back, that round ass and huge back, those muscles moving under his thin shirt and good lord the horns… You didn’t know you had a thing about horns until you meet him a couple years back.

You walked into that tattoo studio looking for someone to do your tongue piercing and he was the one for the job. Never mind you almost swallowed your own tongue when you saw that hot piece of beef exiting the back and had onto hold into the counter in front of you not to faint as all your blood rushed south in the most intense wave of arousal you’d ever felt.

You thought that arousal and lust would fade as you got to know him better, but it didn’t, it only got worse and worse as you became friends. It was infuriating at that point. You knew you were a tease, and you teased a lot of people, but it was different with him, you wanted something to come out of it, even if he didn’t feel the same way… right?

You came back from your walk to memory lane to hear Ambrose hum your favorite song under his breath, making you smile so big it was almost painful. So you did what you did best: you teased him. You couldn’t hold yourself from reaching out and pulling on his tail, something that made him twitch and grunt, which in response made your panties so wet… So you did every time you could.

He turned around for a second, grunting like he always did as you bit your lip not to groan out loud. That would be embarrassing. “Stop teasing or I’ll make you,” he told you almost in a joking way as he got back to sort the equipment.

You fidgeted with your fingers, and almost on autopilot you answered: “Make me.” His reaction was instant.

He turned around with his eyes dark, so dark you could barely see his iris anymore. He approached you like a minotaur on a mission, with each step forward you took a step back until your back was against the wall and you had Ambrose’s hard big body against yours. His hand found your neck, collaring you still, soft and tender, but not letting you move at the same time. Your panties got drenched so fast even you were surprised. He sniffed the air and grunted, like if he could smell how hot that made you. You whined almost imperceptibly, and he lowered his head to be at eye level with your much smaller frame.

“That is enough. Don’t play with fire, darling, or you’ll get burned.” You knew that was a threat, but he was tempting you with a good time and you couldn’t avoid your bratty nature even if you wanted.

“What if I like the fire?” His hand tightened a fraction of a millimeter and you whined again, louder this time.

He growled and launched. You were expecting a lot of things, but him leaning forward and devouring your mouth was not one of them. Your hands found his horns without you even realizing, as you gave back as much as he was giving you. It was a desperate kiss, filled with pent up tension and a need so deep you could feel it in your veins. You were grabbing his horns with force, trying to get him as close as possible, but there was no way your tiny frame could move such a big monster, but you would die trying if you had to.

His hands found your body, caressing your tummy, squeezing your thigh, he was everywhere at the same time, his hands groping and caressing, squeezing and proving, and you were so desperate your head was light-headed. And you did what you always did: you bite down on his lower lip so hard you tasted his blood as he pulled back, breathing hard. His hair was a mess because of you and his eyes were so dark you couldn’t see his green irises anymore. Fucking hell, he looked obscene.

“Did you just bite me?” He asked, almost surprised. “Darling, I thought what they said about you being a vampire was a lie…” He joked, making you giggle. You didn’t know why he was surprised, you’d bitten him before, it was your thing and he always grunted and pushed your forehead away softly when you did it, a big smile on his lips. But this time he wasn’t smiling, the smile that broke on his lips was predatory and made your insides turn with anticipation. So you did it again, leaning forward and biting right over his pec, your lower teeth caught in the piercings of his nipples. “Ouch! Why did you do that again?!” He asked, faking hurt as he rubbed the spot you just bite.

You looked up at him defiantly. “Because I can,” you teased further. “What are you going to do about it?” Your inner brat was screaming in delight as you said that, a smirk so big in your mouth it was hurting your cheeks.

“Fucking brat,” he cursed you without any malice, his hand grabbing your hair and pulling slightly, making you groan. “I’m going to give you something so your mouth is full.” Just as his words left his mouth you were panting.

But you were still you, so you had to tease him some more. “Oh, yeah? And what is that? Going to give me some blood?” You continued the joke he made, your teasing tone making the corner of his mouth twitch, almost breaking the whole hard dom he was trying to portray.

He frowned and pulled at your hair with a bit more force, making you moan like a slut. You tried to cover your mouth, but he stopped your hand mid air. “Kneel,” he ordered. Your knees got weak and almost gave out under you.

You weren’t going to give up so easy, though. “No.”

“Kneel or you won’t find out,” he told you, making the gears in your brain start to turn and twist trying to figure out what he was talking about.

And you had to ask. “Find out what?”

“Kneel and find out.” Damn him, he knew all your weak spots, and wanting to know stuff was one of them. So you keeled in front of him, which left you a bit lower than his huge bulge. You were about to comment on it when he started talking. “I dreamed about you, you know? I dreamed about your bratty mouth wrapped around my dick until you were whimpering around it, asking without words for me to fuck your face, to use you like a slut… And now what are you? Exactly that. A filthy slut for me to play with.” You groaned, your mouth open as you panted. It was like he knew what words to use exactly to make you a mess without even getting naked. “And now you are going to do that. You are going to be a good little slut and let me fuck your mouth,” you moaned, looking up at him between your eyelashes and opening your mouth.

He took out his dick and you gasped, there was no way that thing was going to fit inside of your mouth, or your pussy. “There’s... there’s no way…” You stuttered, starting to feel concerned about it.

“Oh sunshine, it will,” he answered simply.

His hand grabbed around his shaft and he rubbed the tip over your lips, leaving a glistening imprint that made you want to faint. And there were no more words from you anymore, he grabbed your chin with his free hand and forced your mouth open, rubbing his tip against your open lips again and again, until you were so desperate to get it inside that you took it in your own hands and licked over his tip, making him grunt, his hand flying to your short hair and pulling.

“Did I say you could do that? Sluts get what they are given, they don’t take stuff for themselves, do they?” He asked and you looked down. “No, no. Don’t look down now, are you embarrassed?” You nodded. “Good, I know you like to be a pretty little slut and act all coy, but embarrassment turns you on, doesn’t it?” You were about to answer when he pushed forward. Not much, just the tip of his dick fitting inside your mouth until your hand was full and your lips felt the stretch. “Now suck until I’m messy… We don’t want your pussy to be in pain, do we?”

You didn’t even try to answer this time, you got to it instantly. Your saliva coating his dick messily. He couldn’t go much further than that, but you did all you could with that. You sucked and licked at his tip, your tongue focusing on the underside that made him throw his head back and his horns almost hit the ceiling light. He was in control, but you felt so powerful you were giddy with it. He started a slow pace, going in and out of your mouth in tiny fractions, fucking your mouth in the most possessive and tender way ever. You could feel your drool getting everywhere, your makeup was probably ruined as he grunted over you, making your pussy so wet you feared you would have to burrow some kind of covers for your pants because they were going to be ruined too.

By the time his dick was glistening with your saliva and your jaw was starting to ache, he pulled back, his breathing was uneven and he looked wild and feral, and that made your pussy tingle with anticipation. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you up, manhandling you until you were back on the tattoo chair.

He took his shirt off and then did the same with yours. Your boobs sprung free, you hadn’t been able to wear a bra because of the piercings he did a few months back. You tried to trick him into saying something for a long time, sending him “healing pics” that were a lot more risky and teasing that you would send to any other artist. You didn’t fucking care, it felt great taking those dirty pics for him to see, the idea of him getting hard seeing them… the idea of him keeping them for later… That made your blood boil and your insides clench. You knew it was probably filthy of you to feel that way, but the embarrassment only made you hotter.

And right then, when he finally looked at your boobs and smiled like a madman, you moaned, he looked crazy with desire and that only made you more aroused. “I’ve been waiting to see your boobs for so fucking long.” He was talking to you but it almost felt like he was talking to your tits, his eyes fixated on them with such intensity that you felt like he was staring right into your soul. “And I mean truly see them, not like technical and professional, not like those dirty pics you send me just to make sure they were healing properly.” And when your pierced nipples got hard under his stare and he grunted, launching for your nipple to suck it in his mouth, you moaned in such high pitched tone that he looked up, amused.

But then you had to say it: “I- I thought you didn’t like them,” you stuttered as he licked one nipple and pinched the other. One of your boobs was bigger than the other, and it always made you so self-conscious...

He stopped his ministrations of your nipples to look up at you. “Why would you think that? Are you stupid?” He was staring at you expecting a response, his hair was messy and was making your brain all kinds of unfocused. He should stop looking that good if he wanted you to form coherent words.

But you tried because you really, really needed him to keep going. “I- They are uneven and, and… I don’t know, okay? I sent you all those pics trying to get a reaction out of you but you didn’t say anything and, and, and… I don’t know,” you finished.

“You thought those pics didn’t do anything to me?” He looked offended by that statement. “I know you, sunshine, and I know how to recognize a slut when I see one. And those pics in the bathroom with your blue pleading eyes and tiny hands grabbing your boobs… You were driving me insane on purpose. And now you are going to pay for it.” You hear his words before you heard the ripping of fabric as he literally ripped your pants off. Why was that so hot, oh lord, you were about to faint because of lack of blood in your brain, but he didn’t stop there. “You thought you’d be teasing me forever? You thought I would let you be all free and unfucked? Think again, darling. Your pussy belongs to me, and It’s about time I claim it.” His growl reverberated through your body as he leaned down and licked your whole pussy in one long swipe of drooling mess. You cried out.

And because didn’t matter what you were a little shit, you said: “Do it then, for now those are only words…”

You knew instantly how bad of a choice that was. His eyes got dark and he pushed your legs up to his shoulders, the tip of his dick at your entrance as his hand pressed down on your pubic mound, his thumb rubbing your clit as he pressed forward.

“I don’t know if it will fit, you are so tight, fuck.” He cursed as he pushed in a tortuous pace. “I knew you’d slutty pussy would be this tight, you are fucking perfect. So good for me, so needy and desperate, so ready to fight but so easily turned into a messy slut. I knew you’d be like that.” His words made your insides clench and he grunted, feeding your hungry pussy more of his cock.

“Ambroseeee,” you cried out his name as he pulled up your hips and his dick found your G-spot, making you see stars and galaxies.

“Just like that sunshine, scream my name louder… Let everybody else know how good I make you feel, how much of a slut you are for my minotaur cock.” Only then you registered that there were more people at the studio, that they were probably hearing how you were getting pounded into next dimension by a big minotaur. Fuck, that made it better.

“Ambroseeeee,” you screamed again, your head thrown back as he bottomed out and instantly pulled out and back inside.

He started a frantic pace, fucking into you like you were just a fleshlight and he was desperate to fill you completely. Your brain was completely fried, you couldn’t have a single thought as his hips pistoned into yours. His dick was so big it was hitting all your pleasure points at every thrust, and you knew you were ruined for anybody else.

He fucked you through your first orgasm, not stopping when you cried out in overstimulation. Your pussy was messy, your juices gushing out with every thrust of his hips, and it felt like heaven as he continued.

You came twice more before you started whining and begging, you didn’t know if you could do it anymore, you couldn’t form the proper words to express it, but you didn’t need to. “One more, sunshine. Give me one more so I can finally fill you to the brim as you deserve.” He told you.

You screamed his name again and tried to form some coherent thought: “I- I can’t. Please, Ambrose, I can’t have another one,” you cried. Tears blurring your vision as he kept fucking into you. The pleasure was so high and so intense you didn’t know where your body ended and his began.

“You’ve been teasing me forever, and now you are going to give me as much as I want. So, I repeat: One. More.” He punctuated each word with a thrust, his hips meeting you at an agonizing pace as he fucked right into your G-spot.

He pushed your legs up, your knees against your ears and started fucking into you like a piston, the new posture making you see stars, the milky way, the whole fucking universe. You couldn’t stop chanting his name as he fucked into you like a feral minotaur. This angle made his pubic bone hit right over your clit and you couldn’t even process moans anymore, your head thrown back as you drooled like a the messy slut he called you.

“Come for me, dirty little slut, come for me one more time,” he ordered with pointed thrusts.

And then you felt it, the release inside of you that indicated your pleasure ascended too much, that you were beyond turning point as he fucked into you and you squirted all over him. Your body thrashed under him as he pressed against you harder, holding you down completely as you made an utter mess of both of you and he thrust a couple more times before you felt his release hitting deep inside. And kept coming. And coming. And coming some more until your body was shivering with aftershocks and his come was dripping around his still buried dick inside of you.

You stayed like that for a long time. He cleaned you out and kissed your forehead as you whimpered and groaned, unable to form any kind of words after such an intense session. He left the room for a couple seconds and you could hear him telling someone else he would close the store and laughing when they congratulated him on finally getting you. You blushed, your body still limp over the tattoo chair.

When he came back and you regained a fraction of your working brain, you had to ask: “So… Does this all mean you are into me?”

He looked at you with utter surprise and like you were stupid at the same time. “Are you kidding me? Do I need to fuck you like a dumb slut again until you get the hint?” He said, his tone amused as he leaned down and kissed you so deeply you ended up whimpering against his mouth. He pulled back with a smile: “Stop that or I’ll really fuck you again, and I don’t think your poor human pussy can take it… yet.” The last word made your body tingle with promises he would definitely be able to meet.

And when a few months later he asked you to design a tattoo for him so you’ll be in his skin as well as in his soul, you almost melted right there. (And then proceeded to suck him off until he hit the wall with his horns and made a hole).

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JEALOUS SAE HEADCANONS PLEASEEEEE

Jealous hc

Characters: sae, rin, kaiser, hiori, karasu, shidou

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Note: hiiii how are youuu thank you for your request hihi I had other characters bc I felt like doing it for them too

Sae Itoshi

he’s too prideful to be jealous, or he thinks so

in fact he get pissed off easily, anyone being a little to friendly with you bother him and he already doesn’t like anyone so imagine

he’s not subtile, even if he thinks he is

he’ll get closer, talk like shit to the person who’s flirting with you in his eyes

roll his eyes, click his tongue, you name it

Suddenly he wants to go home or leave for another place

You never honestly never thought you'll see him like that since he's confident and trusts you

I think he just doesn't like people and so by extension he hates people talking to you

He likes to think he's the only one who can make you smile like that, beside your friends (he's not insane)

So seeing some nobody making you smile, or even worst : laugh makes him jealous

He’s not into pda to save his life i think, that’s something he keeps behind closed doors

But oh man how he likes to kiss you when it happens, just to remind everyone that you're taken and you're proud of it

Be prepared to hear about this, he’s a nagging mom at heart

“Are you done ?” you’d ask and magically, yes he is

he will sulk yes, but close to you at least

Rin Itoshi

Bare with him, he acts tough but deep down he wants to cry

Just like his brother, he will get closer, his arm will probably stay around your shoulders after that

But he won’t be mean to them, just kinda ignore them or send death glare if they get too close

No touching, even in a friendly way, don’t be ridiculous

I think he appreciates it if you put a stop yourself

He’s more insecure than he likes to admit and it prove him that he can trust you

He’s gonna be clingy af though

When you two are finally alone, Rin won’t say a world but glue himself to you

He’ll need reassurance for sure :( this boy has abandon issues

Michael Kaiser

He’s an asshole (lovingly)

He let people flirt with you if it helps their ego and mock them for how long you can think, it’s almost an inside joke for him

The irony is that he’s really possessive, so it’s all fun and game until it’s not some loser that try to hit on you

Not that he feels threaten, please

But he still don’t wanna play with them and he doesn’t want you nearby

If you just happen to be friendly with someone then he’s bothered

What do you mean by being this happy to see someone else ?

He’ll ask a million questions and whine about it before brush it off as if he doesn’t care

It takes a lot to deal with him, his reaction depend on his phase

If he feels low then he’ll be a nightmare, you had to be sorry for someone hitting on you and tell him he’s your one and only

If he’s his confident self, it’s almost like he doesn’t care and let it happen

Being with him is a roller coaster

Tabito Karasu

Best man if is speak

He’s mature and he knows he’s projecting his own insecurity when he’s jealous, so he doesn’t make a big deal about it

He’s not gonna ruin the moment so he just keep his cool and act normally

Deep down you can feel there’s some awkwardness so you try to ask him silently, with your eyes or smile, if he’s ok

He loves you so much he feels dumb to even be jealous the second you do that honestly

Expect small pda like holding hands above your knees, playing with your fingers or the em of your shirt/ skirt

He’ll talk to you about it on your way back home or when you two are comfortable at yours or his place

He knows it’s normal to feel like this sometimes but it’s normal to reach for comfort right ? he’s not shy to ask

Nothings best than you playing with his hair, laying on your chest or thighs

Ryusei Shidou

He’s unhinged he scares me

I think he’s the most jealous among them

You’re his, that’s it so, he may seem lay back (and weird) but he’s cautious with every person coming near you

I hc him with abandon issues as well (give us his back story please and make it worth it compare to some character) so he’s always scared of you leaving

It’s still more in a possessive than an insecure way, he just can’t take it if he considered that someone is too close to you

He gets touchy oh my, he’s all over you, can’t keep his hands to himself just to let them know that you’re taken

He’ll talk to them straight in the eyes while his hand run up and down your thighs, he’s not ashamed of anything

You have to put a stop to it but always expected something more while coming home

Yo Hiori

He’s cute and I don’t think people take him seriously enough

You’re amazing and beautiful and fun to talk to, people already asked you why him

He kinda has war flashback ngl

Obviously he also think that he’s not enough and probably get jealous/sad quickly if someone get close to you and is really friendly

He’s scared to take things into hand I think, so he’ll just ask for you two to leave

He won’t tell you how he feels, he’s sure it’s not important enough to bring it up but you always ask him anyway

You’re so sorry that it happens at all honestly, you never want him to feel like this

He never ask for it but you’re clingy and want to do nothing with him, spending some quality time together, watching him play game while you stay on your phone or even sitting in his laps

It always make him feel better and remind him that you won’t leave him so soon

I hope you liked it ♡

[dunmesh]

can't stop thinking about dungeon meshi btw. how it comes down to being able to appreciate the hard and painful times because of the moments of happiness you experienced along the way.

it's about falin being able to forgive and look beyond the harsh way things were done- be it their father announcing he will send her away from the village or laios leaving her behind- partly due to her personality, and how she used to prioritize her loved ones' needs and emotions over her own, but also because of the positive impact that road eventually had on her. she knows her family was trying to protect her but what truly made it impossible to regret the path she had to take were the precious memories she made later on- it was learning magic and seeing new places and becoming friends with marcille and of course she couldn't hate it all, she was happy. it's about laios feeling so utterly miserable because on his end, it seemed like nothing good or enjoyable happened to him after leaving home, aside from the letters written by falin. but how long can a child be satisfied with another's happiness which he never got to experience himself?

so it really is beautiful that the series started off with him realizing that this journey allowed him to finally feel that happiness he was yearning for-

-and ended with everyone else realizing it too. when you first read chapter 11 it's just a funny gag about people not understanding laios, but it genuinely was too early for them to share his sentiment. they needed to come to terms with it on their own, with chilchuck opening up to them and senshi resolving the hovering mystery of his past and izutsumi freeing herself and joining their party and marcille facing her greatest fear. the winged lion was taking advantage of the loneliness and anger and pain lingering in laios's heart, but even it couldn't deny this. how, despite everything, he couldn't be satiated and his own happiness couldn't be complete without his friends' happiness too. how it was always about everyone enjoying a meal together.

and then there's marcille, who refused to admit it until the very end. it's in the way she had such a hard time fully accepting eating monsters despite how tasty she found them, not just due to how weird they were but also because she tried rejecting and burying her own pleasure and joy during this entire journey. from the very beginning, she was only willing to endure the pain and suffering.

as if she couldn't accept feeling an ounce of comfort, satisfaction, let alone happiness while falin was suffering on her own. and it might've been laios's reaction as well if all of this had happend a decade ago- i mean, that's exactly what he did back then. blaming himself for leaving her behind, being tormented by her loneliness and absence while falin was actually slowly moving towards a brighter future. it was him that was stuck, not her. but he kept focusing on her pain to ignore how deep the hole in his own heart had become, consumed by guilt to ignore his own agony, or to make sense of it- because maybe he did deserve it after all he had done.

and for that reason marcille was so terrified of admitting there was warmth in what she considered the depths of hell. because it would mean accepting falin going ahead of her and leaving her behind, accepting the inevitable she was trying so hard to deny and the end of her dream.

but it was learning there's joy even in her worst nightmare that allowed her to finally embrace those moments of pleasure that made her life worth living, however short they were. she realized that her pursuit would take away the things that truly mattered to her, that if she had succumbed to her fear of loss she would've been the one hurting her loved ones, just as happened to thistle. laios asking her to use ancient magic for falin's resurrection and then encouraging her to not give up on her desires during the nightmare chapter was a direct parallel to delgal being the one to push thistle down the road of destruction, while both marcille and thistle were trying to protect the people most important to their friends.

but in marcille's case, laios was able to understand her at the end, pulling her back just before she descended to complete ruin. it's truly fascinating how the story is not only about laios being understood but also getting to understand others properly, deeply- it's about mutual understanding, the balance between two people he never managed to maintain before. and i think it's only after seeing thistle's tragedy that he was able to fully realize what might become of marcille down the line. so while delgal put the weight of the world on thistle's shoulders, laios was the one to tell marcille she doesn't have to do that. because even if falin's resurrection hadn't succeeded, they both already know- there's happiness even in the dungeon's pit. and it's by preparing a hearty meal made of her loved one's remains that marcille was able to truly accept it- thus allowing herself to enjoy it to the fullest, embracing the cycle of life, no matter how weird or painful or grotesque it is.

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

Weird Water Fun || Yandere Merman x Gn Kayaker Reader

Characters: Ranee

Summary: Kayaking is so fun! Even in the ocean! You have a little follower though.

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, violence, stalking

A/n: Just a merman baby that's so confused

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Yan Merman who is very curious about the human world. All mers are and he is no exception. However, his curiosity blurs with concern so he constantly gets lost within the harbor where multiple boats, big and small, go through.

Yan Merman who struggles to find a way out, following the boats but ends up more and more lost. He's on the verge of tears before a small little kayak floats above him.

Yan Merman he swims up, carefully poking his head out of the water as he sees the cutest human he's ever laid eyes on. The definition of perfection. And the grace they had in the water, they must be like him!

Yan Merman who follows you as you kayak along the harbor, behind expensive beach houses and through bridges. He's so grateful when you lead him out to the open ocean.

Yan Merman who is convinced that you want to be like him. How else could you manage the water with such skill? And your arm strength! He couldn't help but drool a bit at your upper arm muscles.

Yan Merman who sees you as a potential protector. You look strong! No, you are strong to glide on the water with such speed and power! He made the decision to tip your kayak over so you could join him.

Yan Merman who is utterly confused when you freak out that you capsized. When he tries to drag you done to go home with him, you manage to escape and flip your kayak back over. You did lose your paddle though.

Yan Merman who watches as you barely make it to a dock nearby to compose yourself. This wasn't how it was supposed to go! You were supposed to follow him home and be his mate! Why did you go back?

Yan Merman who sees you looking for something. Now you're jumping into the water and swimming underneath its surface. Did you really not want him? That is until he notices the paddle that's poking his tail. Oh! You were just looking for your artificial fins! That's okay, he'll give them back to you.

Yan Merman who watches you leave with your kayak. Wait! You need your fins right? Why are you just leaving? Oh, but how you mesmerize him with how you pick up your kayak and carry it all on your own.

Yan Merman who keeps your paddle close to him until he sees you again. These are your special fins, oh he feels so dirty for touching them, but it's like your holding his hand. He so much wishes you had just let him drag you down.

Yan Merman who sees you on a pier he frequents. This is finally his chance to give you back what you lost! With a kiss on each paddle, he hoists it up over his head, and you see your paddle sticking up in the water.

Yan Merman who both hates and loves the fact that he got to give it back to you. For a long while this was his connection to you, but seeing you smile like that when you saw the paddle made his heart, well one of them, leap into his throat.

Yan Merman who is back to following you in the bay and harbor while you kayak around. Gives your paddle a tug when you talk to other people as they pass you by on their big yachts. Why are you noticing them and not him?

Yan Merman who finally shows himself to you when you're out in the middle of the ocean. He tried so hard to speak to you. He's been learning your language from the menus that the local restaurants would throw away! He doesn't know what a crab cake is, but it must mean 'I love you' right?

Yan Merman who's shocked that your first reaction is to reach over to give him a head pat. He gurgles but stops when he notices your kayak tipping. Is quick to the rescue to balance you, can't have you in the water again!

Yan Merman who visits you more on the docks and pokes at your feet. They interest him okay? Shouldn't your fins be there? Why do you have them on a stick? He has so many questions but can only ask in his food code.

Yan Merman who adores when you teach him things. He finally grasps your greeting and how to ask how you are! And he gets rewarded in human treats! Though they're too sweet for him, he likes the wrappers! He's the main reason for pollution.

Yan Merman who will bite your hand out of nowhere. You get used to it and your friends will ask about the rigid teeth marks on your hand. Can't really explain who gave it to you. He's giggling to himself at the fact that you were so oblivious to the mark's meaning.

Yan Merman who sees you interacting with another human, a man. You're supposed to be his mate though, not this very overdressed idiot? He doesn't even understand how graceful you are in the water.

Yan Merman who doesn't understand who this human is. Why are you docking here? And why does he smell like a sweeter version of the ocean? It's just giving the poor merman a headache. Come back to him. Please?

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Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[rubra-wav]

how do you think Hazbin Hotel characters would react to a demon with butterfly wings?

The main Hazbin cast x Butterfly demon reader

Part 2 >

A/N: This wasn't really specific with what charas specifically, so I'm just doing the main cast. I'll do a part 2 with more characters, though, if it's wanted (sorry)

Reader's wings are written as colourful and proportionate to their body, so they are pretty big.

Realised there's a 10 image limit per post, which is bs. Isn't how i normally would have liked it to be aesthetically bc of that 👎

Cw: Sfw, slightly suggestive stuff in Angel's, reference to decapitation and cannibalism 💀, kinda a bit angsty in Angel's and Vaggie's, gn! Reader

Charlie

- Charlie would be absolutely delighted by you, no doubt about it.

- She wants nothing more than to be in a place that's vividly colourful and (assuming reader is a somewhat colourful butterfly demon) you'd be that for her.

- She also probably just really really likes butterflies in general though, let's be real.

- I can imagine her just staring at your wings with absolutely starry eyes while complimenting them.

- "They're so pretty ohhh my gosh!"

- I imagine her being lightly jealous, she'd love to have wings like a butterfly.

- Would probably ask if she can touch, and look somewhat sad when told no due to how it would cause your scales to come off. (Assuming reader's wings are the same as normal butterfly wings)

- It may get somewhat uncomfortable if you don't like attention, she would definitely fixate heavily on them. Tell her to stop though and it's making you feel weird and she will tone it down though.

- If not, though, enjoy the attention you're gonna be getting from Charlie over them.

Vaggie

- Vaggie would likely be a bit uncomfortable about seeing demons with wings in general due to her history - let alone you with beautiful, delicate ones.

- I think she'd secretly be hiding some angst and jealously about your wings ngl.

- When she sees Charlie fawning over them though oh boy.

- Yeah she's not gonna be happy about them then. She doesn't blame you or anything for how she's feeling as it's her issue and she knows that, but it still hurts quite a bit - especially in the beginning.

- It gets less and less bad though the more she gets used to it, she kind of just becomes 'meh' about it - especially if you ask Charlie to stop being so gaga about them.

- When she gets her wings back, though, I think she'd come to think they are cool. A normal level appreciation though.

- I can half see you two helping each other out with your wings down the line if you two get closer though.

- There are some things that come with upkeep so wings don't become damaged and stuff, so the people who also have wings? Allies 100%.

Angel

- I'm gonna be fr, the first time your wings come out he's probably gonna be panicked due to his baggage.

- Especially if it happens when you're angry.

- He's probably gonna need reassurance you aren't gonna try hurt him tbh.

- As sad as it is, his trauma would definitely play a part in his initial perception of them.

- After he recovers a bit and stops immediately going into fight or flight and seeing you =/= Val though, the switch up is insane.

- He would be all over you about them.

- I can imagine him calling you a bunch of butterfly related petnames.

- If you remember the 'make those wings flap' comments he made about Husk, its gonna be that on a hundred.

- Even if it's just joking flirting about them, it's gonna be constant because he thinks they are beautiful and it's a lot of material considering you're a butterfly and he's a spider.

- I feel like he would touch them at some point without really thinking and pull his hand back to see your scales have rubbed off onto his hand and go ''oh shit.''

Husk

- I don't think he'd have much of a reaction to it at all - at least not initially.

- Of course he acknowledges that they are very pretty, but he won't comment upon it much at all unlike the others.

- Possibly may make reference to it when crafting bitter statements directed towards you, though.

- Down the line, if you grow closer to him, I can see him as actually being concerned about your wings.

- They are extremely eye-catching and unique for a being in hell, and due to that, it could lead demons to actively target you

- Whether with overt aggressive intentions to take your wings and sell them, or with more covert problems like you being scouted for modelling (ie. By Velvette)

- I can see Vaggie and you trying to set up a wing maintenance group and trying to include him in it. Him being vehemently against it to a level that's almost comedic.

- You eventually convince him even though he's complaining the whole way through it. (He is lying and actually enjoys it).

Pentious

- He wouldn't like them at all in the beginning.

- They're big and bulky and get in the way of everything, including him.

- The amount of times he's accidentally fallen due to 'tripping' on your giant ass wings is greatly irritating and embarrassing to him.

- Possibly thinks you keep trying to kill him by tripping him.

- Could also see his 'hair' (idk how to properly refer to it, haha), accidentally brushing up against your wings with how expressive it is and getting your scales all over him.

- Basically, he doesn't like them because he's clumsy but will take it out on you.

- I also get the vibe he'd be jealous because of how eye-catching they are.

- In his mind, if he had wings like that, then he'd surely have been acknowledged by the Vees in some way.

- If you change your habits with your wings to be conscious of him not being able to walk normally and start getting onto better terms, though, he will likely become appreciative of them and stop being so pissy about them.

- They are very cool looking to him, and once his poor attitude wears off about them, he'll come to admit that.

Alastor

- He'd actually be somewhat weary of you in the beginning.

- It's nature's law that creatures that do not bother to hide themselves are not to be messed with - especially in a place like hell of all places.

- When he sees that you just happen to be particularly colourful, he drops that, though.

- He'd honestly probably be thinking of what it would be like to eat a demon like you after confirming you are, in fact, not poisonous or dangerous at all.

- He doesn't much care all that much for the intrinsic beauty of things as long as they aren't utterly ugly, and as long as they aren't obnoxious and in your face.

- Depending on how bright and vibrant they are and how much attention you bring to them, he may actually dislike them.

- If not, though, he acknowledges they are nice to look at, but again, doesn't really care about them outside of theorising how they would be to eat.

- Would probably make comments about how he could "just eat your wings up," or ask you about how you taste just to try to freak you out.

Niffty

- When she sees them, her eyes grow wide in a mixture of surprise and awe. At the exact same time, an unhinged smirk spreads across her face.

- She then proceeds to leap at you, scissors or whatever sharp object is closest to her raised at your wings.

- She'd be absolutely trying to take a piece out of them for her 'collection' 💀

- You're gonna need medical attention after she's done with you because she's hellbent.

- Her obsessiveness over your wings would vary depending on your gender but either way, she'd be trying to get a piece of them for herself.

- Definitely abnormal level of appreciation of them in the absolute worst way.

- If you can get her to stop instantly trying to cut off parts of them, she's still constantly trying to touch them. You need to complain about your scales every damn time she tries to reach out to touch it without fail.

- it's like your wings are a beacon, and she's the insect gunning for it ironically.

[wildfairies]

things that are bothering me the most:

antaam stuff makes no sense, full stop. it's also explained poorly/insufficiently.

most of what we see of rivain is completely uninhabited. i also don't care about more warden shit there, i was looking forward to more lore on rivaini people and culture, especially the seers obviously, we've been dying to know more about them for three games.

every elf we've met is ok with the huge revelations that their gods aren't what they seemed and this process happened offscreen. i would think there would be many different reactions to the spread of info about the evanuris, and i would think it would be extremely important to make it clear that info had spread pre-game.

the venatori are the same nonsensical vague useless boring cult with the most nothing goals. as incredibly lame as they are, it's even stretching my suspension of disbelief that they'd serve elven gods for vague promises of 'power' given tevinter's extreme history with the elves. i would think this would come up at least one single time.

the past two points are part of an overarching issue. the contentious and complex political landscape of thedas that makes the setting interesting feels flat. i'm supposed to believe NO ONE in super-elf-racist tevinter would blame the elves for their gods terrorizing thedas? even inquisition acknowledged this, w solas/inky showing concern that revealing the orb was elven would lead to elf racism.

i'm supposed to believe NO elves who've been oppressed by humans for centuries would think 'fuck them' and join up? what happened to the elves who joined solas at the end of trespasser when they heard he was trying to bring back their empire? at least inquisition had wacky cults for every side.

walking down the street in minrathous as an elf or qunari with no difference is simply absurd, i would literally rather never visit tevinter if they were going to implement it so toothlessly. where is the immediate opinion hit for being a mage/elf the inky takes in orlais???

yes the tone is off and a little shallow. yes the companions communicate too healthily for my tastes. yes i was dreading 'evanuris are behind everything' lore reveals and that's what we got. but i honestly think i could overlook those things if the above problems were solved and it felt like the same immersive, problematic thedas.

i'm so completely infuriated by the worldstate choices i'm going to make a separate post about it. but yeah i was concerned but made no noise, i was willing to wait it out and see how the three choices played out in game. and it's absolutely ridiculous that so far two out of fucking three have basically no impact, and the last one idgaf about unless inky romanced solas. i'm so so so so mad and disappointed about this, especially after staying open-minded when it was initially revealed.

everyone loves companion quests, so i don't know why the game feels like it needs to sell you on their significance. why did we get two different scenes of varric spelling it out to rook: do the companion side quests, or else they won't be able to focus! it's such a weird and superfluous tie-in. i don't get why they went so out of their way to clarify this when it didn't need to be clarified, companion side quests are expected in rpgs and their relevance to the plot is very easily accepted/overlooked.

[opultea]

Abnormal Love Languages

Genshin men with weird ways of expressing their love for you - Gender Neutral Reader (No Pronouns) - SFW - Romantic - Fluff/Crack

ft. Alhaitham, Wanderer, Heizou, Tighnari, Dottore

Alhaitham

The Scribe of the Akademiya, a renowned scholar, and a totally awkward boyfriend

So what does this intelligent, well-known, socially unaware man do when he wants to show you he loves you?

Infodumping

Knows a lot and makes sure you know it too

If he fell in love with you that means he respects your intelligence and curiosity enough to find interest in your company

So whenever he's on the couch with a new book on Theoretical Quantum Mechanics, he will be reciting the facts to you as if he's doing an oral presentation

Alhatiham keeps one of those big rolly whiteboards in his house (usually used to lecture Kaveh) and you know that when he pulls it out then it is officially date night

He pours you both a glass of wine for a nice candlelit dinner, but then you ask him about his new book and suddenly it's a romantic candlelit lecture

Lucky you find his intelligence attractive ;)))

If you ever need gift ideas for him just get a pack of multicoloured whiteboard markers, he always needs new ones

Even though you might end up regretting enabling his little habit

Wanderer

Traumatised Tsundere (TM)

Has never wanted anything more than to be loved the way he observed in humans, but has always believed he could never be loved in any way. It has only been proven to him that it isn't possible

So he protects himself from rejection by teasing and swatting you away, almost trying to make you hate him so he can at least expect what reactions to get from you

He views it as safe, he knows how humans are when they are angry and hateful, he's experienced it firsthand, so he knows what will come of it

Even though he's secretly saddened by feeling like he has to hurt you

So when you respond to him bonking your head with laughter and a smile brighter than he's seen on anyone in his direct presence before, it startles him

When he pushes your face away with his hand and you retaliate by latching onto his arm he freezes (Wanderer.exe has stopped working)

Calls you stupid and insults your survival instincts

"Honestly, if a complete stranger were to push you away like this, would you still clutch their arm like a lost puppy? How absurd, you obviously couldn't survive without me protecting you, since you evidently can't tell good intentions from bad ones,"

Then you pout and tell him that of course you don't do this with other people, you do it because it's him!

He stops working again

Shoves you to the ground to avoid you seeing how red his face is

Heizou

Riddles and puzzles/tries to quiz you by making you help him solve a case

Brings you to crime scenes even though you are not a detective and definitely aren't allowed to be there just so he can test your skills

"So, what can you gather from this crime scene? This case isn't particularly difficult, so I have no doubt you'll be chasing down the perp in no time,"

Honestly your whole relationship is like an escape room

You want to get into your house but forgot your key? Well knock in morse code and maybe Heizou will let you in

You want to have a nice lunch date with your boyfriend? Well you best be prepared for an intense game of shogi while you eat

You want Heizou to pass you a pen? Well first you must answer these questions three!

But seriously, he makes it fun for you and makes sure to let you know that it’s his way of telling you how much he respects you and he values your input and intelligence

Tighnari

As an Amurta scholar and a forest watcher who has seen way too many cases of mushroom-based food poisoning, Tighnari has learnt to be prepared to dish out medical treatment

So if you cough even once, or sneeze in his presence, Tighnari will begin an impromptu check-up to ensure you're still feeling your best

You try telling him you're fine, people sneeze all the time without being sick, but he just scolds you even more for thinking you could get away without him making sure you're alright

"Don't be so proud, you idiot. What am I going to do with you if you go and get sick?"

Tighnari would hate if you fell ill under his careful watch, but if you do get sick or injure yourself, prepare for a two hour lecture and a bowl of fresh creamy mushroom stew to help you get back into tiptop shape

He's usually incredibly busy with his forest watcher duties, but will somehow almost never leave your side if he's tending to you

When you aren't sick, he makes sure you're eating well, going so far as to prepare your meals or make a nutrition table based on the vitamins he thinks you need more of

Always reminds you to drink water and take any medication you need, your health is his top priority

Dottore

Psychopath (Endearing)

Takes x-rays of you just to admire your lovely bone structure and hangs them up around your shared bedroom as if they're regular date pictures

He loves to have you sit in his lap as he caresses your body and coos at your flesh, whispering sweet nothings in his suavest voice about your organs, and telling you what a strong heart you must have because he can feel it through your shirt

Unwinding with Dottore almost always goes this way, with you getting a shower of what you're pretty sure are compliments about your internal systems and physical attributes

He once shocked you with a mini electric buzzer just to see your central nervous system go off. You were naturally quite annoyed about it but he just shrugged it off, claiming that he just loved to see your body at work, although he never did it again

His doctor brain never turns off, so be prepared to have his fingers in your mouth as he goes on about what wonderful teeth you have

It certainly makes you feel... special

You should feel special, he definitely doesn't do this with anyone else

Dottore is so enchanted by your being that he grows human organs in his lab that are exactly the size and shape of yours, saying it's so you can see for yourself just how beautiful you are

[jweekgoji]

some nsfw-ish hcs? imagines ? for Death Note characters. minors don't read please.

tw: possible OOC, monsterfucking (with ryuk ofc), Light is a brat and a bit submissive , mention of spanking, L is a massive virgin, slight manipulation.

Someone really needs to grab Light by his hair and just spank him so hard that his bottom half will be red, and it's so painful to sit :(. Don't think that's what he usually lets anyone do; I don't even think he will even consider giving permission to do this to someone he loves or considers a tiny bit equal to him. This man only understands fear, and when he knows that he is cornered and actually has to appear submissive and play dumb to save his life, he will cooperate and bite his lip hard enough till it bleeds so he won't let any pathetic sound out. He's embarrassed and humiliated, and he totally doesn't like it. You would only be lucky if you are really strong and fit, also smarter than him. take away his little Death Note away and.. what else can he do? Don't bother to stop even if you slap him until he cries, he deserves it, and it will be harder to stop once you feel his small dick pressing against your thigh once you bend him over your lap.

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L is a pervert. And a weirdo. Weird pervert. And he can't take care of yourself at all. Without Watari he would die, I believe. Imagine yourself being some sort of second assistant for L along with Watari. It is canon that L can't change his clothes by himself (or just doesn't want to), so Watari changes him and has a fucking washing machine to clean him. Well, let's say, you are the one who's tasked with doing it all for L. Even though the famous detective proved countless of times his status as the smartest one, he is still a simple human just like any of us, with simple needs, and he has the same body reactions to physical touch. Maybe, he doesn't really get horny as much as an average man, since he's all focused on his work, but the moment you started to wash his body, moving a wet cloth a bit lower down his torso or back, he will get hard. He doesn't notice it until you mention it or stare at it for a good minute or two. He will look down silently, then look up at you, biting on his nail and shrugging off nonchalantly, like, «Oh? My bad.»

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Ryuk.

Ryuk doesn't really act as some sort of God of Death. You expect Shinigami to act all high and mighty, powerful, treat you like an insect, even threaten to kill you every few seconds, just so you will not forget your place, filthy human >:(. But with Ryuk it's different. Once you realize his addiction to apples, it's all over for him. Just think about abusing this fact against him. Ryuk is smart, of course, he had many people before you, but he is still easy to manipulate if you know what to say. You need something from Shinigami? Well, Ryuk can share with you some knowledge, but he can choose whether to tell you; after all, it's not in the rules and he can decide should he tell you or not. Okay! No apples for him for a week. Two. Month? Oh, you should be such a sadist or have a strong nerve to see him struggling with the effects of lacking sweet, juicy apples..! He will twitch, stand on his hands, and his body will twist as if he were in pain, this annoying Shinigami will beg you for it nonstop. He has no shame when it comes to apples, and it's hilarious, if you think about it. I think you should give him some time, and you can train him like your personal dog. He will eat from your hand; do all the tricks if you grant him a treat later. And when you somehow trick him into experiencing a weird monsterfucking session with you, he is on top of you, making you feel so small and tiny, while you do all the work with those hips of yours, whining and moaning in pleasure, you can notice him salivating. Saliva trickles down his chin, as his hands gripping your body tightly, leaving small scratches on your skin, you think, is it because of how good you make him feel, or is it him thinking about how he can finally get his dose of apples once you finish?

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dinner revelations and reactions- r.cameron (part 3)

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a/n: this takes place in a au where the stuff that happens in the show doesn't happen :)

tropes: childhood bestfriends to lovers, enemies to lovers

pairing: rafe cameron x fem! reader, jj maybank x reader (dw, not for long)

(use of Y/n, and the nickname Bunny/ bun (but i promise not in a weird way there's a story to it i swear it's not just one of those weird smut things))

summary: rafe and you finally confront each other and it doesn't end as planned, neither does you night...

warnings: mentions of drugs and drug use and drinking, fighting, cursing, rafe is a dick, rafe's mental health, reader is going through it, smut (18+)(fade to black a little bit??) , kissing, alcohol, having sex while being drunk (?), drinking, kind of alcohol abuse, mentions of dead parents and sibling, rafe being jealous, rafe is also going through it (and I think that's it?)

not entirely proofread

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Rafe sat across from you, and you felt his eyes on you the whole time. He had no right to be affecting you like this, making you nervous, making you irritated, worst of all, making you feel anything. 

“So, Bunny,” Ward started. “How are your folks? I haven’t heard from them in a while.”

You felt your throat close, and an uncontrollable coughing fit started. Sarah hit your back and it finally stopped, but you excused yourself for a moment, not knowing what to do. You walked to the kitchen, a glass of water in hand, different to the strawberry daiquiri on the table, the one that Rose had insisted on making you. You felt yourself tear up as you thought about your lonely life. The past 3 had been the worst of your life. Coming home to an empty house, having to clean out their bedroom and everything else they owned, having no choice in how they went. A lot of your college friends ditched you at that time too, you didn't tell them what happened and you stopped coming out with them, so you drifted. It was so fucking hard. And explaining it would be difficult too. 

You hadn’t even noticed you’d started crying until Rafe had put his arms around you. 

And then there was the Rafe heartbreak. Your best friend and first love drifting away mere months after you moved to a whole new place, full of new people, and new ways to live. It was unfunny how upset you’d been, not leaving your room (except for going to school or for mealtimes), you almost broke your phone, you were so upset, and you got rid of anything (aside from the friendship bracelet you still wore) that reminded you of him. 

But for just a millisecond, you allowed yourself to enjoy him being there for you. 

Despite promising yourself that you’d never speak to him again when you turned 16 and he hadn’t replied in months, when big life events happened, you’d texted him. You’d texted him when your parents died, when you graduated with honours, when you got accepted into your dream college, and every single time, it always said that he read your messages. He knew what was going on, he knew you needed him, and he did nothing. 

You pushed him off of you and sighed. “Don’t try to comfort me now. That’s not fair,” you whispered, trying to stop yourself from crying. 

“Bun, please I’m-” he started, trying to take your hand, trying to make you look at him. To see the distress he was in, to notice the effect you had on him, to know that he still cared about you. 

“No!” you groaned, crossing your arms and moving further away from him. Thank god they had a huge kitchen. Rafe was always the focal point in every room, he drew attention in from everyone. His charisma, his smile, his looks, everything. Every time you entered a room he was in you were engulfed by Rafe, and it wasn’t fair. “Rafe, I don’t want your pity!-”

“It’s not pity-”

“Well I don’t want your help!” You finally stopped crying, the sadness easing but all that was left in its wake was rage. “I needed you, when I was a scared 15 year old girl in a new city, on the other side of  the country, I needed you when my brother died, I needed you when my parents died, I needed you when I was scared to move to college, I needed you when my first boyfriend and I broke up, and you weren’t there Rafe. But just because I needed you then, does not mean I need you now. You are exactly what is wrong with everyone on this island. You’re a prejudiced, privileged, piece of shit, asshole, drunk, with too much time and money on his hands. Get a job, work for something, for anything.” 

Rafe just stood there in shock. You pushed past him, rejoining the table.

“Sorry about that,” you chuckled. “My parents…” You paused and took a deep breath. “They died three years ago, sorry I didn’t call to let you know.” 

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Rafe sat across from you, and he had no idea what he was going to do. 

“So, Bunny,” Ward started and he rolled his eyes. Bunny had been a nickname Rafe had given you, and it had always bothered him when his dad used it, or when Rose used it, or when basically anyone but him used it . “How are your folks? I haven’t heard from them in a while.”

Rafe watched as your coughing fit began and he knew why. A sense of dread settled itself deep in his stomach and he sighed when you left to get a glass of water. He started getting up, then turned to Rose. “She doesn’t fucking like strawberry darquiri’s,” he spat.

He walked into the kitchen as quietly as possible, seeing how you sobbed with a hand over your mouth over the sink. He couldn’t help but feel partly responsible, and he hated seeing you cry. He felt you stiffen and quiet when he pulled his arms around you, then he held you closer as you started crying more. He’d missed you so damn much. He knew he should’ve responded, even after all these years, even when he fucking yearned to talk to you. But he’d made his bed and he had to lie in it. 

Losing you was one of the hardest things he’d ever gone through, and it wasn’t like his mom, where he could blame external forces, he was stuck with knowing that you being gone was his doing. That he’d driven you away at the ripe old age of 14. He loved you, and you’d left, but he just couldn’t see a universe where someone as lovely as you wanted him to stay, so he left. And he was stupid for leaving, and even worse for not apologising, but he was never known to go back on his word. As he held you, he thought about all the time his dad had said something, had hit him, and he thought about the fact that he could’ve talked to you. He could’ve called and asked for your advice, he could’ve heard your voice.  

And he noticed how your hands stayed on his body, not pushing him away, and he smiled. 

He felt awful for his behaviour. He should’ve been there for you when your brother and when your parents died. He knew he should’ve driven to fucking California and held you at the funeral. Let you cry on his shoulder. He should’ve been sending you supportive texts as you entered college, he should’ve been facetiming you asking about courses and classes, he should’ve been there to tell you that your asshole boyfriend wasn’t the shit. He remembered how he’d gone on a two-day bender when you texted him to say you had a boyfriend. He’d never been so jealous, and he hadn’t seen you in years. But he knew, he knew your spirit and he knew how beautiful you’d grown up to be. He knew your personality and your smile. It wasn’t fair what he did, but he knew this wasn’t about him. So, he just enjoyed being wanted by you, even if it was just for a few minutes. He didn’t deserve you in any capacity, but you still stood in the kitchen, his arms around you as you cried. 

You pushed him off of you and sighed. “Don’t try to comfort me now. That’s not fair,” you whispered. And the moment was over, but Rafe still had to try. 

“Bun, please I’m-” he started, trying to take your hand. He needed you to see him. He needed you to look at him, and look at the desperation in his eyes. He needed to explain that he hadn’t felt alive since you’d been gone, and having you here, being able to hold you? It had brought him back to life. 

“No!” you groaned, crossing your arms and moving further away from him. Fuck this huge kitchen, he wanted you closer to him, but he knew not to overstep. He stood at the sink and you paced slowly. Rafe was being driven out of his mind with these mixed signals. This wasn’t fair. “Rafe, I don’t want your pity!-”

“It’s not pity-” He tried to reason, his anger bubbling, but he took a deep breath to try and settle it. 

“Well I don’t want your help!” You finally stopped crying, the sadness easing but all that was left in its wake was rage. “I needed you, when I was a scared 15 year old girl in a new city, on the other side of  the country, I needed you when my brother died, I needed you when my parents died, I needed you when I was scared to move to college, I needed you when my first boyfriend and I broke up, and you weren’t there Rafe. But just because I needed you then, does not mean I need you now. You are exactly what is wrong with everyone on this island. You’re a prejudiced, privileged, piece of shitty, drunk, with too much time and money on his hands. Get a job, work for something, for anything.” 

Rafe just stood there in shock. You pushed past him, rejoining the table. He felt sick. No one had ever called him out like that, you had never spoken to him like that. He stood in the kitchen, and for the first time in years, he cried. He felt a genuine tear fall down his face and he knew he was fucked. 

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You showed up outside John B’s place, wanting to find Jj. None of it made any sense, it never had. Rafe, your parents, your brother, everything. 

“Hey Y/n,” He smiled, opening the door. You pushed past him inside and to his bedroom. “Everything ok?” He asked, following you.

“Do you have something strong?” You asked and he smirked. 

“Yeah,” he reached behind you to a cabinet and produced a bottle of Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany Vodka. 

“What’s that?” You asked, looking over to Polish bottle. 

“95% abv,” he smirked. “Strongest out there.”

You uncapped it and took a large swig. Jj chuckled when you had no reaction. 

“Good,” he smirked, then took the bottle off of you and drank some himself. 

The night went on through a haze of alcohol, laughter, and a weird energy in the air, something you couldn’t exactly put your finger on. 

“You tired?” He asked, a smile on his face. 

You didn’t answer, just pressing your lips to his. His hands grabbed your waist as you pulled him down on top of you. You needed to forget, to be distracted for a few hours, for one night to not be inside your own mind. Jj could serve that purpose, and maybe more. You just knew you needed to stop thinking.

“A-are you sure?” He asked, pulling away for a beat as you pulled his shirt off. 

“So sure,” you nodded and kissed him again. He smirked as you desperately pulled at his hair. 

He pulled down your trousers and pants in one fluid motion and he groaned. “You’re fucking gorgeous. All of you.”

He smashed his lips onto yours once again. Next his pants were down and he wax putting a condom on, then he was inside you and fuck. He was big. 

“Jj!” you whined as he sunk into you. His forehead was already laced with sweat. 

“Yeah baby?’ he gritted out, using all of his self-control to give you a minute to adjust. 

“So big,” you groaned. 

“You can take it,” he grunted as he started to move. You were so wet, so tight, so perfect. He couldn’t get you out of his head, and this was a lot better than what he was imagining. 

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You weren’t sure what time it was when you fell asleep, but you were fucking exhausted. You fell asleep with his arms around you, and you woke up the same way, with your head pounding and the uncontrollable urge to vomit.

What had you done?

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Regarding my last ask how does the batfam react to Venom? Like how do they interact with them? Also how did it look from another perspective? The Spider having a new look and abilities and acting in a new way.

That's also a good question! (Basically everything you ask me will be a good question because it gives me more ideas)

I will do every character in the story so far and explain their first reaction and then how they would act with Venom as they get used to him.

Clark Kent: he would be the first one you show Venom after getting to know him and trusting him enough.

Plus, after he refused to make Batman meet you again after you refused when he proposed it made you feel appreciated and you knew you could trust him with Venom.

Venom also trusted him and was friendly with him, something new since Venom was usually hostile with everyone, including you the first month you two were together before warming up to you.

He's usually a snarky little brat whenever Clark tries to start a speech about Justice, just to mess with him since he knows Clark can hear him.

Plus Venom would just laugh whenever he and Clark would argue while you would eat something, loving how easy it was to rile Clark up.

Clark, the first time he met Venom, was a bit surprised at such alien and especially the new abilities it came with, surprised such blob like creature was so advanced in speech and abilities.

He did try to separate the two of you before understanding that Venom was like another part of you that cannot be removed, especially since you refused to let go of Venom after spending so much time with him.

He's also incredibly weirded out when he saw your form when Venom takes over, too used to your shorter form (since Clark is freaking tall and you're still a teen), plus all the black goo that Venom uses to move around like you makes him a bit disgusted but would never say it to your face.

He does not mind Venom after getting to know him, but does get angry whenever Venom would make fun of him or his speeches even though he never gets so mad to say something offensive since he knows Venom respects him. (You told him that when Venom was distracted, but got a bit of an earful by him after he found out).

He is one of the people Venom actually listens to and gets easily manipulated by when you get hurt, making him believe that staying with the Waynes with you and making you weak so you wouldn't escape, would be for the best.

(Clark also got manipulated since he wanted to take you home with him and his sons, but compromised to be able to visit whenever he wants because he thought you staying there was the best option)

Bruce Wayne: ok so, Bruce will find out about Venom when he first met Spider aka you in part 3.

How did he meet Venom? Basically when you grab Tim with your webs changes into Venom that grabs Tim, staying hidden for a bit before coming out to taunt Bruce when you refused his proposal.

After he finds out who you are behind the mask and gets overprotective over you, Venom usually annoys him or taunts him when you're forced to spend time with him to make up for the fact that he didn't before.

He would never respect Bruce, not after what he saw from your memories and how you were treated for years while Bruce would treat him like an annoying mosquito that flies in your room at night.

Bruce would hate Venom sometimes, especially when he sees you talk with Venom with such happiness in your eyes but when you're with him, you're usually with a dead expression and never say anything.

He would be so jealous of Venom and how you acted so close with him but would act like you were dead when spending time with your father.

When he did see Venom in his full form when you needed to go to bed but was stuck on the couch with Dick and Tim trying to cuddle with you, it shocked him.

He was glad he managed to manipulate the alien so he could keep you in the Manor or he knew he couldn't stop the alien, at least until he knew everything about it and all his weaknesses.

Dick Grayson: the rest of the batkids will also learn about Venom the same time Bruce does so I'll start from then so I don't repeat it.

Dick would be amazed by the alien, even though he knew Kori/Starfire (not sure on her name so I put both) but the alien form you were fused with was far more interesting.

He did get scared when Tim suddenly get caught in Venom's webs/goo, not thinking you would attack or even notice them since they were trained to be as silent as a ninja.

He does get along with Venom by giving him brains from gangsters that dared to hurt you when you were still a vigilante, plus he used Venom as a way to hide the evidence whenever he killed someone.

(You would always be sleeping when Venom would eat people and he would make sure you never knew)

He doesn't mind Venom and they're friends, plus he gets an advantage with you since Venom slowly manipulates you to see Dick as a brother and not an enemy.

Overall, Dick wouldn't mind Venom and actually be one of the ones to use him for their advantage with you, since the others aren't really good with Venom or you hate them and Venom does too.

Jason Todd: he's similar to Dick since he fight gangsters everyday and does kill them so he brings the remains to Venom when you're asleep and Venom took over.

He would spoil you and Venom to the max, giving you everything you wished for even if it was something you wanted when you were 12.

Venom likes him because he and Jason love taunting Bruce and making him feel bad, while you just stay on the side or sleeping since Venom takes over mostly when you sleep so you won't complain about what he does.

Plus, Jason is one of the brothers you actually spend time with since he doesn't try to invade your personal space like Dick, and just spends time with you even if you both are just reading in a comfortable silence.

Jason treats you and Venom like normal, not really giving off that he's a yandere even though Venom knows he's one of the ones to manipulate you in small ways because after all, he's also Bruce's son.

Tim Drake: he's a bit difficult to understand since he acts normal, like when you didn't even exists in his life, but he did change a bit.

He spends more time with you and Venom, mostly with you three in his room watching him work or you ignoring him as he tries to talk to you, even using Venom to cover your ears.

Venom and Tim are on ok terms, Venom doesn't hate the guy but also doesn't really like him. They're both neutral and act civil whenever they talk while you do your thing.

He doesn't really react when Venom takes over, acts normal while also studying Venom to see if he had any weaknesses so he could exploit them if necessary.

Damian Wayne: oh Venom hates him and it's reciprocated since Damian also detest the alien form that is fused with you.

He did try to find ways to separate the two of you but stopped when Bruce and Clark informed him that you were fused with Venom to the point you two would die if you get separated.

He hates the alien since whenever he tries to impress you, he's there to annoy him or taunt him with what he did to you in the past.

He also hates how he can't spar with you because of the alien since he makes you weakened and slower, so the fight wouldn't even be fair and Damian wants it to be fair so he can show off how good he is.

He doesn't care about how Venom looks, he just hates him even if he's ugly but can't really say anything to you since you also hate him and don't want to spend time with him.

He does know it's his own fault for treating you so bad for years, especially whenever he sees your scars that were caused by him but prefers to blame Venom for making you against him.

Overall, everyone does accept Venom except for Bruce and Damian but they can't really do much about it.

Part 1 to the ask about Venom is here!

Sorry for taking so long for it, hope you like it!

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Bad Boys Ride or Die (Armando x Reader) PART THIRTEEN (LAST PART OF S1)

Death. The end of the life of a person or organism. A permanent ending. Such a weird thing to be able to grasp. A person is here with you one minute and then gone the next while time slowly passes by, ignoring the fact that person once existed. It had been a couple months since the operation happened. Since the death of McGrath and the passing of Armando and Ladybug.  You took a deep breath and knocked on the door that was in front of you. You weren’t sure what reactions you were about to receive from the other end since it’s been a minute since you’ve last seen them. However you knew that it was time to stop running from the pain and just face the fact that Armando wasn’t here anymore.

You could feel yourself become self-conscious. Becoming uncomfortable in the clothes that you were wearing. You had cut your hair short, allowing your tight curls to shape itself into a small circular shape. You looked down to see a small table next to the door. Setting down the pan that you were holding, you began to straighten out your dress and jacket. You weren’t sure what Mike and the others would say once they saw you. Would you be too awkward? Too weird? You took a deep breath, knocked on the door and then grabbed the pan to hold it in front of you.

“You look fine, no worries.”, you thought.

“Well here goes nothing…”, you whispered to yourself as you waited for the door to open. You listened as you began to hear loud voices approach the door. Watching as the door opened, you were greeted by Marcus and Mike arguing with each other. You cleared your throat and watched as they turned their attention from each other onto you. You could feel your heart drop while their eyes burned into your skin. What were they thinking? Did they like your new look?

“Hey…”, you smiled, nervously holding up the pan of macaroni and cheese that was in your hand. You watched as they slowly examined you up and down. 

“Hey!”, Marcus grinned. “You look different.”

“Is that bad?”you asked, looking at him. You could feel the back of your neck become hot, hoping that it wasn’t a horrible thing.

“Hell no! You look good, I love it.”, Mike added, pulling you in.

You turned your attention to Mike and then back to Marcus, seeing him nodding his head in agreement. You could feel the nervousness leave your body, it had been a couple months since you have seen the team so you weren’t sure how they would react however so far, good reactions.

 You followed him inside and watched as Marcus shut the door.

“How have you been…it’s been a long time since we’ve seen you.”, Mike asked, while looking at you.

“No seriously, we need to catch up because this new look…with your hair and this glow that’s going on, we are needed for conversation, a good one.”, Marcus smiled, grabbing the pan out of your hand and walking towards the kitchen.

“Yeah...”, you mumbled, looking around Mike’s house. You turned your attention past the kitchen that led to the backyard. “Is that where everyone is at? Dorn and Kelly?”

“Yeah but just to warn you. Rita is here…. I know that you guys don’t get along, so as your partner… I figured it’ll be good for me to warn you.”, Mike explained, waving at you to follow him.

“Thanks for the heads up.”, you replied, following him to the backyard. You appreciated the fact that he took the time out about Rita’s presence. You didn’t exactly hate her, however the attitude that she always had bothered you. You liked peace and being around those who seem to hate that, made you dislike them.

You watched as Dorn, Kelly, and Rita laughed. Whatever conversation that they were having had to be good since Dorn’s face was turning red. 

“Hey guys you won’t believe who finally—”

“Y/N!!!”Kelly yelled, setting her drink down and running towards you. You met her half way and felt her hands wrap around you tightly.  It felt good to see Kelly, she was one of the only people beside Marcus and Mike to text and call you, even when you would go ghost. 

“It’s so good to see you y/n, seriously and you look amazing!”, she smiled, breaking the hug.

“Thank you and it’s good to see you too.”, you responded, watching as Dorn and Rita stood there.

“You look different, in a good way though.”, Dorn added while staring at you. You watched as he put his finger on his chin and walked around you.

“Your hair is different.”

“Yeah I cut it.”, you laughed, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Yeah but…it’s something else, there’s a glow on your face…I’ll figure it out.”, he continued, giving you a hug. 

“I said the exact same thing.”Marcus joined, pointing at you. You watched as everyone turned to look at you. They were examining your entire body and were looking at each other for clues. Answers.

“Well this is awkward…”, you whispered, turning your attention to the long table underneath the patio. “Sit down?”, you continued, trying to break the awkward silence that was happening. You turned around and began walking towards the long white table. Pulling out the chair and sitting down, you watched as the others followed.

“By the way, the food should be done in a few!”Reggie yelled, as he stood in front of the barbeque pit.

You watched as Mike and Marcus sat in the chairs next to you, as the others filled the rest.

“Where’s Christine and Theresa?”you asked, looking at Mike and Marcus.

“They are dealing with the kids right now, they should be out in a few.”Marcus responded, looking down at his phone.

“Y/N!”Christine and Theresa yelled in unison as they walked over to the table. You turned around to see Christine and Theresa walking towards you, while the rest of the family followed behind him.

“Hey you two look beautiful, as always.”, you smiled. Pulling your chair back to get up and hug them.

Hugging Christine and then Theresa, you sat back down and watched as each person sat in an empty chair. 

“It’s so good to see you y/n, it’s been forever.”, Christine beamed, leaning into the table.

“I know, it has.”

“Yeah how have you been holding, what have you been doing these last…what…six...seven months?”Marcus questioned, setting his phone down.

You observed as everyone turned their attention to you, allowing curiosity to be shown across their faces.

“I’m good..holding up.”, you chuckled, leaning back into your chair. You knew that was a lie and you were sure that they knew it also. You were holding on by a thread, each and every day. Barely surviving, however, now without a choice.

“How are you really?”

“DORN?!”Kelly yelled, awkwardly while looking at him.

“What? I mean no harm, it’s just that…it's obvious?”, he explained, pointing at you. You watched as everyone slowly turned their attention back to you after listening to Dorn. 

“I’m good, really.”, you replied, allowing a small smile to leave your lips. You watched as Marcus and Mike looked at each other and then at everyone else.

“Can everyone go inside for a couple of minutes? Just to allow us to talk.”Mike questioned, turning his chair completely towards you. You knew where this was heading. You had been avoiding everyone, especially Mike and Marcus for months. You weren’t ready to face reality, to come in terms with the present. You watched as Dorn tried to reason with Mike about staying since he considers himself to be the “therapist” of the group, however Mike wasn’t having it.

“Mr.Lowery, do I have to leave?”, Reggie stiffly asked, while checking on the food.

“You’re good Reggie.”

You observed as Mike pulled out his phone and sat it on the table. His attention now being back on you, the both of them, staring you down intensely as if you had just committed a crime.

“What?”

“What happened to you these last seven months?”Mike asked, leaning back into his chair.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what he means, y/n.”, Marcus answered, leaning towards you.

“You stopped contacting us, we tried to stay in contact with you but you just…went ghost.”, Mike explained.

“Yeah and you know that we promised Armando that we will always be there for you but…we can’t if you don’t allow us to y/n.”, Marcus sighed.

You could feel your nose start to slowly burn and your chest slowly tighten. You cleared your throat and lightly shook your head.

“I’m sorry guys.”, you apologized, rubbing the back of your neck. “I wasn’t trying to ignore you guys but after everything had happened, it just all took a toll on me…That’s all. Nothing personal.”

“We know, we’ve just been worried about you. You changed your work schedule so—”

“I’ve been thinking about transferring guys.”, you interrupted while looking at them.

You knew that it was random, however it was needed. You didn’t want to get too deep into the conversation because you knew that it would bring up everything that has been happening for the last six months. You began to examine their faces and could see hurt begin to fill their eyes. That wasn’t your intention however, you knew that it was for the best.

“What? Why?”, Marcus sighed, looking at Mike and then back at you.

“I need something new. Something calm and collective, I'm tired of chasing people guys. Look where it led us to. This isn’t the kind of life I want to live, not anymore plus it’s not like I have a choice.”, you whispered, throwing your head back to swallow the lump that was slowly entering your throat.

“What do you mean? You have to Think about it  y/n, we promised Armando that we will watch over you, we know that you’re not doing okay and that something is going on with you right now as we speak.”

“Mike’s right, you look good as hell but something isn’t right. I can feel it y/n.”

You brought your head back up and watched as they stared at you confusingly.

“Reggie…”, you sighed, turning towards him to see him preparing the food table. 

“What’s up y/n?”, he replied, walking over to you. You got up from your chair and asked Reggie if he could tell everyone to come back to the table. You watched as he headed inside and turned your attention back to Marcus and Mike. They watched as a nervous expression appeared across your face. Getting up from their chair and walking towards you, you took a step back and waved your hand towards them to stop them from getting closer to you.

“I have something to tell you guys, but let's wait until everyone comes over here. Okay.”, you sighed, looking over to see everyone walking towards you.

“What’s wrong?!”Theresa yelled, walking to stand next to Marcus.

“I just wanted everyone here so that we can talk and so I can tell you guys something.”, you explained, looking at Theresa.

You watched as everyone stood there and looked at you, waiting for you to say something. You were slowly becoming anxious and weren’t sure if you should say something or just wait until the day came.

“Y/n…”, Mike whispered looking at you. “Whatever it is, it can’t be bad. Hell, we’re here for you no matter what it may be, you know that.”

You listened as everyone mumbled in agreement.

“Okay well, you guys know that it’s been difficult for me since..y’know, Armando died.”, you whispered, taking slow glances at everyone. You watched Mike slightly stare at Marcus, then at Christine and then back at you.

“And I haven’t seen you guys since his funeral and with me basically avoiding you guys until today…I just want to thank you guys for being my family, even when I may not act like yours. So with that being said, I have something to tell you guys and show you.”, you sighed.

You began to dig in your jacket pocket, feeling for the small box that you planted inside of it earlier before you got here. You were hesitant at first to show them however, you knew that it was time. You grabbed the box and held it up, watching as everyone looked at it confusingly.

“Inside this, is something that I hope is important to you guys. The way that it is for me.”, You shyly smiled, opening it and revealing the inside of the box to them. You watched as they stepped closer to the box and stared at it. 

“Two mini tie’s?”Mike confusingly asked, grabbing it and holding them up.

“Wait…I FUCKING KNEW IT!”, Dorn happily yelled, turning to Kelly.

“No fucking way?! Are you serious y/n?!”, she laughed, pushing her way through the crowd.

You were happy that Kelly and Dorn were ecstatic but looking at everyone else…they had a bewildered look on their faces.

“What the hell does this mean?”, Marcus asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

You took an annoyed sigh and took off your jacket. Pulling back your dress, you turned sideways and  revealed the outline of your stomach that was now poking through the dress.

“I’m pregnant with twins.  Seven months…”, you nervously smiled. You watched as Mike's eyes almost popped out of his head while Christine began clapping. Kelly was still screaming, Marcus nearly passed out and Dorn was repeating how he knew it.

“How…what..whe— oh.���, Mike whispered, while looking at you. You could see sweat begin to form on his head, he was nervous and his facial expression nearly looked like he had seen a ghost.

You didn’t think that you cared much about everyone’s opinion but now, you were curious about how Marcus and Mike felt. Especially Mike.

“Congratulations y/n, I’m happy for you!”Reggie smiled, walking up to you to give you a hug.

“Also the food is done guys so you can make your plates.”, Reggie continued walking towards the food.

“Same here, if you need anything…We’re both here for you. Just a call away.”, Marcus' daughter added, putting her hand on your stomach and then walking away.

“That explains a lot! I knew something wasn’t right, at first I thought maybe you just had a bad time and gained a lot of weight which isn’t a bad thing….however, this explains the glow.”, Dorn smiled, giving you a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you y/n.”

“Dorn not too tight, you’re going to suffocate her.”, Kelly laughed, slapping him on his arm to let you go. You were released from his tight grip and then hugged Kelly. The smell of vanilla filled your nose and the way she hugged you brought you comfort and peace. 

“You’re going to be sick of me….”, she laughed, letting you go and walking away.

You turned to look at Rita and watched as she gave you a slight smile and walked away. You, Mike and Marcus…the only three standing while the others prepared their plates. You were secretly praying to God in your head, hoping that they would support you because in the end, they were the ones who truly mattered to you.

“Mike…Marcus?”, you whispered, folding the jacket over your arms.

Mike stepped away from you leaving a good distance between him,  you and Marcus. You watched as he pulled out his phone,  began messing with it and then started talking on the phone.

“Come over here.”, Marcus whispered, creating more distance away from Mike

You were worried, why was Mike looking at you like that? Acting that way? You stared at Marcus confusingly, while waiting for a response. Until he broke the silence.

“How far along are you…when is the baby due?”, Marcus asked

“Seven months, my due date is in November, but they think that I may have them really early, what is it?”, you replied, looking at him.

“Nothing…nothing at all. We have been worried about you, especially Mike…and now this kind of explains the distance.”, Marcus explained, looking down at your stomach.

“Yeah, I'm so sorry for that. It’s just been tough for me since Armando’s death and then weeks later finding out that I was pregnant.”

“It is….Armando’s, right? Like I already know the answer to this but just to be sure, since you were gone for seven months and with you know…the hotel and stuff.”, Mike stuttered, walking back towards you and Marcus.

“Yeah it is and I know…I should’ve made a smart decision that night because now I'm alone so please don’t badger me.”, you whispered in defeat. You watched as an offensive expression came across their face.

“Y/n…you’re a grown woman for one and two we would never “badger you”.” Marcus sighed looking at Mike and then back at you.

“True..it’s just been hard, this pregnancy. With dealing with stress, grief, and depression. Life  just has been tough.”, you mumbled, trying to blink the tears that were trying to make an appearance away.

“Do you remember what Armando told you, before he got into the water?”Mike asked, turning his body to face the lake that covered his backyard. 

You turned your attention towards the lake and began to stare at it. Reminiscing you and Armando’s last conversation before he died. Everything was beautifully said, even if it was said more out of the fear of not being able to say it again.

“Yeah.”

“So just keep that in mind y/n, because he meant it.”Mike reassured, while clearing his throat.

“You're a good girl…Mike and I got you, remember that.”, Marcus smiled, randomly giving you a hug. You watched as Mike turned around and looked at you, you could see tears form in his eyes. You stared at him, hoping that he would join in and give you a hug. Catching the signal, Mike walked over to you and joined in on the session.

You let go of the hug and watched as Marcus walked off towards the food area.

“I want to apologize to you Mike.”, you whispered, looking at him.

“For what?”

“Not being there for you, like I should have Mike. I lost someone I fell in love with but you lost your son, twice. You lost him in time and now in life and instead of me comforting you at the funeral, you were comforting me….”, you explained, clearing your throat.

“I appreciate your apology but  y/n, you needed it more than I did. You have nothing to worry about at all. You still trust me right?”, he asked, walking towards the table. You followed him and thought about what he asked. You felt that it was random and had nothing to do with what you were talking about.

“Uh..yeah, why ask?”, you wondered, grabbing a plate from the stack.

“I just want to be sure that you and I have trust, you know, so when we have to do things that the other person wouldn’t be able to understand…that our bond doesn’t be ruined, you know.”, he explained putting food onto his plate.

“Yeah Mike, I completely understand. I’m confused a little bit but I understand.”you laughed, scanning the table to figure out what you wanted to eat. You know that sometimes when Mike is a bit emotional, he begins to ramble his mouth, allowing unnecessary things to come out of it  so you choose to ignore it.

You began putting food on your plate and then headed towards the table to sit down. Taking a seat you listened as  laughter, arguments and loud talk began to fill the backyard. You could feel joy slowly creep across your face as you sat there with the people that you cared about. Those who opened their arms to you when you first began working with them.  That was all you ever wished for to have a full support system since every time you received one, something ended up happening. Like with Howard, LadyBug and Armando. After a while of eating, you began to be bombarded by questions about your pregnancy.

“So..how do you feel y/n? Has it been easy?”Kelly asked, taking a bite of her food.

“Somewhat, I’ve had some complications here and there…due to stress but once I get that aligned, I'm sure everything will be fine.”, you answered, wiping the food off of your mouth with a napkin.

“Well, what are you going to name them? You should soooo let me name them! You have Alex, Ben,Connor M—”

“HELL NO!” Mike and Marcus yelled in unison. You were so caught off guard by Mike’s and Marcus sudden yell, that it made you choke on your food.

“Are you okay?”Christine asked. You shook your head and began softly patting your chest.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”, Dorn asked, worriedly.

You watched as everyone hid their laughter in their hands, as Mike and Marcus looked at each other offensively.

“Um…Dorn, look at y/n and ask yourself, why would she give her kids white names?”Marcus laughed.

“Seriously?”

“Yes!”, Marcus giggled.

“Well…I think they’re cute names Dorn.”, you smiled, straightening your dress.

“Thank you y/n.”

“Y/n…you better not give my grandbabies…his nephews no white people names…”, Mike whispered, pointing at Marcus and then giving you a slight nudge.

“I mean, I do have an idea but I'm not sure if I should go for it.”

“Ooh what? Tell us!”Kelly smiled, leaning on to the table. You watched as everyone turned to you, waiting for a response.

“Well…uh, I thought about naming the oldest, Armando Junior.”, you answered, looking at everyone.

“Wait…Armando is the dad?”, Rita asked, waiting for confirmation.

“Yeah…”, you answered. Awkward silence began to fill the room, you knew that would happen once you told everyone who you were with but damn. You watched as everyone stared at each other and then back at you until Rita broke the silence.

“Well damn y/n, you couldn’t…I don’t know, fuck someone else.”, she laughed, swallowing the food that she was eating. You watched as everyone turned towards her shockingly. What the fuck was her problem?

“Dude what the hell?”, Kelly replied, folding her arms.

“Rita really?”, Marcus added.

You examined as everyone mumbled in disagreement for Rita’s sudden outburst.

“I mean, i’m all for bringing life into this world but, why in the hell would you fuck a fugitive y/n? Let alone the person who killed Howard”, she continued, looking at you.

You continued to stare at her, a part of you wanted to jump over the table and whoop her ass. However, you knew as soon as you would’ve jumped, so would the babies.

“You’re out of line Rita.”, Christine mumbled, shaking her head in disapproval at her.

“Um, Reggie and I are going to go and check on the kids…”, Marcus' daughter added, getting out of her chair.

“No baby, you go inside…we may need Reggie.”, Marcus sighed, putting his head into his hands.

“I’m sorry but this…all of this…is pure bullshit, I'm not going to congratulate you for being pregnant with someone's kid nor celebrate someone who deserves to be rotting in jail right now.”, Rita argued, pushing her plate to the side.

“He was born into that kind of life Rita. He had no fucking  choice and you would’ve known that if you were with us but instead you judge him for …..”, you stopped mid-sentence and leaned back into your chair. You were tired, and your back ached in pain as you sat in the chair. 

“Rita, just stop. Don’t get her upset, she’s fucking pregnant for God’s sake.”, Kelly sighed angrily, while pointing at you. You appreciated the fact that everyone was standing up for you. If you would’ve known that this bullshit was going to happen, you wouldn’t have come.

“Me? Get her upset, just imagine how upset she’ll be once she finds out that Armando is actually alive.”, She replied, grabbing her drink. You slowly lifted up your head and allowed anger to tap you on your back. You could feel your eyebrows slowly cave in and felt as the world around you went silent. You stood up, grabbed your drink and before you knew it, your cup was empty and whatever was in it, was now on her face.

“I was fucking there when Armando died, you bitch..The funeral and everything…What have I ever done to you Rita for you to feel like you have to say something like that!”, you yelled, looking at her hatefully. 

“Y/n..try to calm down. You’re pregnant.”Reggie whispered, walking over and standing next to you.

“This is why I stopped coming around…it’s not even the fact that I'm pregnant or the fact that he died, it’s the fact that I knew that I would be judged for caring about someone that you guys feel should be rotting in hell. Someone who doesn’t match you guys standards, someone who you hated.”, you sighed, grabbing your jacket and putting it on.

“I’m being serious y/n…”

“And I am too, Rita. I’m sorry Mike and Marcus but I'm going to be transferring, I can’t deal with this anymore, at all.  I’d rather grieve in peace and deal with my babies alone than to deal with this bullshit…I’m sorry…”, you continued, taking out your keys that were in your pocket. 

“Allow me to help you.”, Reggie suggested, letting his hand out for you to hold. You grabbed it and  turned around to start walking, when you began to hear a yelling match happening behind you between Rita and Mike.

“You need to fucking tell her Mike, if you don’t tell her…I will!!”, Rita shouted

“THAT IS NOT YOUR PLACE RITA!!!”Mike yelled back.

You turned back around to see Mike and Rita staring intensely at each other. Marcus was standing up waving for Mike to calm down and Kelly was trying to get Rita to walk away.

“Look…I know, you guys used to be something so I don’t know if that’s why there’s like…tension between the two of you  but the both of you need to calm down.”, Christine demanded, looking up at Rita and then at Mike.

“What do you need to tell me, Mike?”, you mumbled, allowing Reggie to guide you back to the table.

You weren’t sure why the tensions were high all of sudden, when you first came here, everything seemed calmed and peaceful. However, now, people seem to be walking on eggshells.

You watched as he kept his focus on Rita and as Rita looked over and glanced at everyone else and the back at Mike.

“You know what, I am no longer your friend… So don’t expect me to ever keep a secret or to do anything else that may jeopardize my freedom or job ever again. I am your boss, and that is ALL I will ever be until the boundaries between us all are respected and honored…and that goes for all of you.”, she asserted, grabbing her purse.

“By the way y/n…I don’t hate you, at all. I just..I just admire who you are as a woman and have allowed it to turn into jealousy…that’s all. Armando is alive, that’s why you are truly here…So Congratulations…”, she continued, looking at you defeatedly and then walking away.

You turned your attention back to Mike to see him slightly shaking his head. 

“Mike..ahem..what’s going on?”, you asked, clearing your throat. The only thing that responded was the sound of the water moving behind you. You turned to Marcus to see him covering his face.

“Marcus…Mike, what—”

“I’m sorry y/n…she’s right.”, Marcus disrupted.

“Marcus, what the hell!”

“I’m sorry Mike but she has to know…look at her!”He yelled, pointing at you.

“Wait a damn minute…what the hell is that supposed to mean Marcus?”, you responded offensively.

“You look good, I'm just saying…you’re pregnant and it’s so obvious that you are dealing with some heavy shit mentally y/n.”

You had no response, you knew that he was right so it was better to allow your silence to be the answer.

“Armando is on his way y/n…right now.”, Marcus continued, walking up to you.

“Stop Marcus…Seriously..”, you whispered, feeling your eyes start to water. Slowly blinking your eyes and holding on to Reggie’s hand tighter now. You could feel disappointment start to attach onto you.

“Mike….”

“He’s right y/n.”, Mike responded, finally turning around to face you. His face was slightly red, you could see his body language shift towards being shameful now.

“We didn’t want to tell you this way, it was supposed to be more peaceful…not out of vengeance or anything like that…It was to….”

Mike continued talking, however, you slowly began to zone out. You weren’t sure how to feel. A part of you believed them…. but that voice in the back of your head felt that they were lying. You focused your attention back to Mike to see him now standing closer to you.

“I’m sorry but, it had to be done..it’s—”

“You guys are sickening…do you know that?!”, you sobbed, pacing back and forth. “I— I can’t….not anymore, us, this partnership….I'm going to finish my papers to transfer…and, and once they are finalized…I’ll be out of you guys  hairs WITH my babies because…I can’t do this.”, you stuttered, walking away. You were there, holding him as he laid lifeless in your lap after you pulled him out of the boat. You were there at the funeral, on your knees in front of his casket, crying because you wouldn’t be able to see him anymore and now…they’re saying that he’s alive?

“Y/N! JUST LISTEN! "Mike yelled, following behind you. However, you kept walking, this time picking up the pace. Eventually you made it to the backdoor and went inside, being greeted by everyone in the living room.

“Y/n, maybe just sit on the couch, I don’t know what’s going on but hear them out…”, Reggie suggested, sprinting to get in front of you. You watched as he stood between you and the door.

“Good job Reggie!”Marcus yelled. You turned around and saw as everyone stood there looking at you. Mike began walking towards you, with his hands folded together.

“Y/n, i’m sorry but earlier you said that you trusted me…”

“I do Mike but what I don’t do is play disgusting games like this, Mike…”

“I’m not lying y/n, beli—”

“I WAS THERE!”You shouted, interrupting him. You could feel your breathing pick up speed, while your head spun. “You know, since I've been with you guys, you guys have always made it seem like…like I was just crazy…. A mad woman and I know that you guys like to play games with me but please…Mike..Marcus, please don’t play games with me, please…”, you begged, you continued putting your hand up in prayer. You turned back around and stared at Reggie.

“Reggie…move, please.”, you watched as he looked up at Marcus and Mike and then back at you. 

“Let her out Reggie…”, Mike sighed, throwing his hands up.

“Help her to her car babe and make sure she is okay!”, Marcus daughter yelled, in the kitchen

You watched as he turned around to open the door and then just stood there. 

“Well are you going to go….”, you whispered, looking at the back of his head. “Reggie.”

You became impatient and gently pushed him to the side to see a man holding his head down while wearing a black hat with a blue flannel shirt standing in front of the door. You turned back around to look at Mike, to see him rubbing the back of his neck.

“Mike…the next time you want to invite someone over to a gathering, make sure you give them a heads up about it being ruined so they wouldn’t walk in to guests leaving.”, You scoffed, turning your attention from Mike back to Reggie. Reggie wrapped his arm around yours and guided you towards the stairs, when you felt a slight hand,  grip your wrist.

“Why are you leaving baby?”, the guy gently whispered, slowly lifting his face. You looked down at your wrist and then back at the guy confusingly.

“It’s me sweetheart…Armando.”, he continued, allowing a small gentle smile to make an appearance. You looked back at Mike and Marcus to see them looking at you worriedly with their hands up in a “We-told-you-so” manner.

Turning your attention back to Armando, you could feel yourself slowly begin to hyperventilate. Your eyes were scanning his entire body, noticing the tiny necklace, and how neat he looked. You removed your hand free from Armando’s and Reggie grip and began pacing.

“What…wha—What kind..what?! Mike…”

“We had no choice y/n…Rita—”

“You. You were dead. You’re dead. Your—”, you interrupted, while walking back and forth. You begin to rub your chest while feeling your body become light and your legs slowly become weak.  You looked up to see Mike, Marcus and Armando standing in front of you to explain what happened. However, you weren’t able to understand them due to their voices and the world around slowly becoming disoriented.

You could feel your eyes become clouded with tears and your heart beat out of your chest. You tried to take a step towards the stairs but before you knew it, your entire world went black.

— Flashback —-

“MIKE SOMETHING’S WRONG!!”You shouted, pointing towards the boat that Armando was in. “We have to go help him, something’s wrong!!”, you watched as Mike and Dorn ran towards the water and began swimming towards the boat to get Armando.

You tried getting into the water but was suddenly pulled back by Marcus.

“Let them get him y/n! You can’t swim!”

“I don’t care Marcus, Let me go!”, you argued, trying to free yourself from his grip. He wasn’t letting go. Each time you tried yanking yourself free, the tighter his grip became. So you gave up, helplessly watching Dorn and Mike push the small boat back to land. 

Once they became close enough, Marcus detached himself from you and watched as you ran towards the water. 

“Y/n stay right there!”Mike yelled, pointing back at you. However you ignored him, running towards the boat and crouching down to grab Armando. You held his head up and began to touch his face to see if it would trigger any kind of movement. Nothing. 

You began to panic, rubbing your chest to grab your heart

. “Come over here, please!”, Mike yelled as the paramedics showed up to the scene. 

You began to check his pulse, digging your fingers deep into skin…praying that you could feel something.

“Let them check him, I’m sure he’s okay.”, Dorn whispered, standing next to you.

“No I'm staying right here, they can check while I’m right here…please Mike.”, you begged, looking up at Mike. You watched as Mike stared at you, then got up and walked towards the paramedics and began talking to them. You looked back down at Armando, secretly praying that he just passed out and that he's okay…alive.

“Y/n, they’re going to check him…you can just step to the side, we don’t have to go far.”Mike suggested, bring the people over. You looked up at Mike and then back at Armando. 

Shaking your head in agreement, you stood up and stepped out of the boat. Standing next to Dorn and watching as the people began to check him.

“I may not care for him ….but I wouldn’t want something like this to ever happen. Everything is going to be okay..”, Dorn reassured, grabbing your arm to connect it with his. It felt good to know that he felt that way, especially knowing how Armando is perceived. You stood there and waited for what felt like forever, until you watched Mike stand up and walk towards you. As he stood there in front of you, you couldn’t help but to notice the people behind him bringing a long white-cloth.

You could feel your heart drop into your stomach, wanting to cry but not a single tear falling. Leaving you feeling hurt and empty. You knew the answer to the question that you were about to ask; however, you felt that you needed confirmation, so you asked.

“..Is he—is he dead?”, you mumbled, allowing the lump in your throat to make an entrance.

You could feel Dorn’s grip tighten as he began to caress your arm. You looked up to Mike to see him, looking behind you.

“Yeah…he—he lost too much blood y/n”, Mike answered, lightly putting his hand on your shoulder and then turning around to walk away. You turned your attention back to Armando to see him lying there. Letting go of  Dorn, you walked up to Armando and fell down to your knees not caring about the hard impact of the ground.

You slowly began to study Armando, lifting him into your lap. You began straightening his hair and removing the small particles of dirt that were on his face to kind of clean him.

“Ma’am..we need to—-”

“Just give her some time. Take care of the other bodies and then come back over here.”, Dorn interrupted, pointing at the building in front of the beach.

“No..it’s..it’s okay. You can get him. I have a lot to say but ... .nothing's coming out so I’m not going to waste you guys time,”, you added. Leaning down and kissing him on the forehead, you could feel a single tear drop fall out of your eye and landing on top of his face. You thought about wiping it off but left it, since that would be the last thing of you that he would have.

—

Slowly opening your eyes, you could feel your head slightly spinning.

“Ugh, fuck…”, you whispered, grabbing the back of your head. You slowly scanned the room to see Christine, Theresa and Marcus' daughter sitting on the bed talking. 

“Y/n…”, Theresa whispered, getting up to walk over to you.

“What..what happened?”, you asked, slowly shifting your body to sit up in bed.

“Honey you passed out, you’re in Christine’s and Mike’s guest room. How are you feeling?”, Theresa explained, bending down to feel your head. You’ve always liked Theresa. She’s sweet, kind and always peaceful. Her voice is as smooth as silk and her presence is always soothing.

“I passed out? Did I fall..oh my gosh—”, you panicked, looking down at your stomach. 

“No! No! You’re okay, The boys caught you.”Marcus' daughter reassured, getting off the bed.

“Yeah…It was kind of funny because they all started panicking so we had to take over. Plus we called the paramedics to check you, you’ve been out cold for a couple hours.”, Christine laughed, getting off the bed. A small smile began to appear on your face. You looked over to the window to see the sun slowly make an exit.

“Oh and Mike and Marcus told us to get them once you wake up.”, Christine continued walking towards the door. You looked at her and then Theresa and Marcus Daughter confusingly.

“For what?”, you asked, turning your attention back to the girls.

Before they could answer there was a knock on the door, you watched as everyone turned their attention to it to see Mike opening it.

“Well this is our exit.”, Theresa smiled, gently patting you against your shoulder and then leaving the room, you watched as everyone followed.

“Y’all come on.”, Mike stated, looking back into the hallway, then at you. You stared as he walked in awkwardly, having his whole body facing you while rubbing the back of his head. You were confused as to what was going on until you saw Marcus, Dorn and Kelly walking in.

“We need to talk to you but before we begin. Are you okay?”Mike asked, rubbing his face.

“Yeah, I still feel lightheaded, but I should be fine.”, you replied, leaning your bed against the headboard.

You watched as everyone stood there silently as uncomfortable tension filled the room.

“Um, what is it?”, you laughed, looking at each person.

“Do you remember everything that happened before you passed out?” Dorn wondered, walking over to you to stand next to you. You sat there and allowed your mind to search, recalling any events that happened before you fainted.

“Um…no, not really…I remember being at the table…being upset about something and then I walked up front to leave and that’s pretty much it.”, you answered, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Do you remember why you were upset?”Kelly questioned, walking over towards you and sitting next to you.

You shook your head no and began to look at each person in the room, allowing curiosity to cloud your mind. They were acting weird and extremely suspicious, as if they were holding something back.

“Okay…well, Mike and Marcus have something to tell you but as your friend, I need you to promise me..you will hear them out and not get upset.”, Kelly explained, putting her hand on your thigh to grab your attention.

“What is this about?”, you asked suspiciously, looking at Marcus and Mike.

“Promise me y/n.”

“Kelly, I don’t make promises that I know I won’t keep…what’s going on?”, you sighed, getting up. You were anxious at this point, thinking of the worst possibilities.

“Well..let’s try to help you remember about what happened earlier first, and then they can explain what’s going on.”, Dorn added, turning towards you.

You listened as Dorn began to recall the events from earlier, bringing up everything that had happened and the hurtful things that were said. Including Rita’s outburst. While Dorn explained, you couldn’t help but to take small glances at Mike and Marcus as they stood there anxiously waiting for your response. As Dorn continued to speak about the incident, you could feel the phenomenon slowly making an entrance into your mind. Making you remember.

“So you guys want me to believe that everything that was said earlier is true?”, you laughed, looking at each person in the room.

“Yes! And that is what we were trying to get you to understand…”, Mike answered looking at Marcus and then back at you.

“Guys…don’t do this to me, don’t..Okay. You guys have no idea what I have been through these past couple of months, I don’t need this…if you just wanted me around, just say that but saying something like this is serious.”, you wearied, leaning back against the nightstand.

“This is serious y/n, we wanted to tell you but we couldn’t.”, Marcus replied.

You were in disbelief that they continued on with what you believed for it to be nonsense. You stood there and watched as they all looked at you with a “c’mon” look on their face.

“So where is he then, huh? If he is alive, where is he. Because the Armando that I know, is dead. So let me know, tell me something.”, you demanded grabbing the water bottle that was on the nightstand and opening it.

You watched as Mike left the room, leaving: you, Marcus, Dorn, and Kelly in the room in silence. No one said anything but through everyone’s body language, a conversation was being said.  You tried to wait, even though you had zero faith in what they were saying but as time passed, you slowly began to feel impatient and stupid for being there.

“I can’t do this..”, you whispered to yourself, walking to the other side of the room to look for your things. You began opening the drawers and spotted your keys and phone while the others started to try to persuade you to stay. However, you ignored them. Walking over to the chair that sat in the corner near the window, you grabbed your shoes and turned around to see Mike standing there with the door opened.

You looked back down and slid your feet into your shoes and looked back up to see him standing there. Armando. Gazing at you with his soft eyes. You didn’t say nor do anything, you just stared. You turned your gaze towards everyone else to see them observing you intensely. Closing your eyes, you began talking to yourself. Trying to convince you that he wasn’t there, just like you’ve been doing for the last seven months.

“I’m hallucinating…I. Am. Hallucinating.”, you whispered to yourself, softly rubbing your eyes. You opened them and allowed your eyes to adjust to what you were looking at.

“You’re not honey, it’s him…seriously.”, Kelly responded, walking towards you.

You licked your lips and began to bite the inside of your cheeks. A part of you wanted to cry but for some odd reason, you felt anger and hurt build up inside of you instead. You took a quick glance to the chair that was behind you, and slowly sat down. Covering your stomach with your jacket. You could feel your mind begin to race, you were lost and baffled not sure what to say.

“You..you were dead. You were dead, I was there. I–I–I was there, we all were.”, you stuttered, allowing your mouth to drop. You could feel your eyebrows begin to cave in as your eyes slowly began to open wider.

You watched as Armando began to walk towards you and kneeled in front of you. He tried grabbing your hand but you yanked it away.

“I had no choice baby, it was the only way I would be able to be free.”, Armando whispered, while trying to soothe you. You scooted away from him and weirdly looked at him. You felt odd and uncomfortable with him being in front of you. Almost a year ago, you had him in your lap, feeling empty because he was dead. However, now, he’s sitting here trying to convince you that he’s him.

“What? What the hell do you mean you “had no choice”.”, you asked confusingly, looking at him and then at Mike.

“We had to fake his death y/n, that would’ve been the only way for him to be free. Fake his death and give him a new identity so that’s what we did and that’s why he’s here right now.”, Mike explained, looking at you.

“ You were bleeding…pale, I even checked your pulse…Were they even real? The paramedics?”

“No y/n…I mean yes but the people who came to Armando were our buddies from back in the day, that we used to work with. Mike called them the day before the operation about needing help so they were on deck”, Marcus added, reminiscing about that day.

You sat there in silence and stared at him. He was worried and the small smile that he once had was now gone. He was studying you, trying to figure out what you were thinking about and how you were feeling. Hoping that the feelings that you once had were still there and that nothing changed.

“Wait though, I was at the funeral…what about the funeral, was that fake too?”, you whispered, fidgeting your fingers. At this point, things weren’t clicking. Million of questions were racing through your mind while you were trying to connect the dots; however, no matter how hard you tried, it wasn't working.

“Wax Doll…”, Kelly whispered in shame.

You watched as everyone looked at you, your emotions were out the door and the only feelings that you were experiencing at this point was hurt.

“Okay…um…lemme get this straight.”, you replied, scratching your hair. You stood up and began rubbing your hands. You didn’t know what was about to fly out of your mouth but you knew that it would be reciprocating how you felt in that moment. 

“So all of you guys are telling me that this whole time.. he has been alive?”, you slowly asked, pointing at Armando while  trying to receive confirmation from everything that was just said.

You watched as everyone awkwardly shook their heads, answering your question.

“And..uh, no one thought…to tell me. I mean like damn, we’re family…well at least I thought we were.”

“We are family y/n. We just had to do what we had to do.”Mike responded, pointing at everyone. 

“Family doesn’t hide something like this Mike, you all knew and didn’t tell me… hell is what I’ve been going through these past seven months!”, you yelled, stepping back to look at everyone.

“We had no choice, we knew that you and Armando were seeing each other, which would put you at risk of being investigated if he was caught. Only Marcus had to really be in contact with him to keep him notified about the changes…..with the whole process of changing his identity, which was barely even successful, …it wasn’t easy, it was pretty damn difficult, especially with him being wanted y/n. Do you really think we wanted to keep that from you? Because trust us, we didn’t want to, it was hard.”, Dorn elucidated.

You took in everything that he said, you couldn’t help but to be upset but you knew that you had to suck in the emotions you were feeling in this moment. Especially after Dorn’s explanation because in this moment, it wasn’t about you and how you’ve been feeling but about Armando being okay. Alive.

“Well…I mean, they wouldn’t have known that we were together though. You guys just found out today besides Mike and Marcus.”, you sighed, pointing at Dorn and Kelly. 

“Um, wrong. Girl we’ve been knowing. Every time you guys were around each other, the both of you would act weird and please, don’t get me started on when he pulled a gun on Rita to stop her from shooting you.”, she laughed, while looking at you.

“Well for us it was that night when we were at the fire after the plane crashed.”, Marcus smiled.

“I guess…”, you whispered, allowing silence to enter the room.

“We don’t want you to be mad at us, it was to protect you..that’s all.”, Mike whispered, walking over to you.

“Don’t worry…I’m not.”, you responded, giving him a small hug. You watched as everyone sent you a smile in relief. You knew that you couldn’t stay mad at them, even if you wanted to.

“Oh and I'm sorry for going ghost all those months…I was a mess. And then this pregnancy, everything has just been hard.”, you sighed, releasing the breath that you didn’t know that you were holding.

“So, you are pregnant?”, Armando whispered, behind you. 

You looked up at Mike and watched as he looked over at you, when you suddenly remembered earlier when he walked away from you and Marcus and began talking on the phone with someone, it was Armando.

“Yeah man! She's havin—”, before Dorn could finish his sentence, Kelly hit him in the stomach.

“Guys, I think we should go downstairs and finish up the gathering.”, Kelly interrupted, pointing at Dorn, Mike and Marcus.

“Imma stay here.”, Marcus smiled, sitting down and crossing his legs while looking at you and Armando.

“Marcus…”, Mike whispered, looking over at him.

“What?”

“GET your ass up! "Mike growled, signaling Marcus to the door.

You couldn’t help but to laugh knowing how real Marcus was for that. You would’ve done the same if someone else was in this situation. You watched as Armando walked past you and headed towards the door.

“We’ll be down in a few.”, He mumbled to the others as they walked out. While Armando held the door open for everyone, you began straightening your dress and shaping your hair. Hoping that you looked fine and that he would still be attracted to you since it has been a while since you have seen him.

You stood there and watched as he turned around. The room became cumbrous and each step that Armando took while walking towards you made you feel dreadful. You observed the clothes that he was wearing. He looked totally different. In a good way. 

“I think we..well you should sit down, so we can talk.”, he whispered, grabbing your hand.

You held onto it and allowed him to guide you to the bed. You slowly sat down and freed your hand and watched as he walked over to the dresser that was in front of you to lean on. You guys were now face to face. His eyes were burning into your soul, and you could feel your heartbeat pick up in speed, and your chest become tight. It was a surreal feeling to be seeing him in front of you. After the last seven months of the mental and physical war that you have been battling, it all just seems like a dream now. A nightmare.

You looked up to see him adjusting his hips forward as he leaned against the dresser.

“So..you’re pregnant.”, he mumbled, looking at you. He was scratching the back of his neck as his cheeks slightly turned red.

“Yeah…found out a couple weeks after you died…Well, “died”.”, you replied, throwing your fingers up to emphasize on the “died” part. “It’s yours. Just saying so you won’t be second guessing or anything.”, you continued,  looking at your fingers. 

“I know it's mine.”, he laughed, putting his hands in his pockets.

“What?”, you replied, looking up at him confusingly.

“I know that the bun in that oven is mine. I made sure that would happen when we were at the hotel.”, he smiled, looking back at you.

You couldn’t help but to be in shock, your mouth had slightly opened and by the way it looked he was amused by it.

“Don’t be shocked….it was coming.”, he continued walking over and sitting down next to you.

He grabbed your hand and held on to it, allowing his fingers to caress yours. You could smell the cologne on him as it crawled through your nose and you loved it. Wasn’t too strong nor too light.

“So what are we having?”, he asked, slightly turning his head towards you. 

You dug into your pockets and brought out the small box from earlier and gave it to him. 

“Open it.”, you smiled, handing it to him. You shifted your body to completely face him and watched as he opened the box, revealing two small bow ties. 

“Oh shit, twins?”he laughed, turning to face you.

“Yeah.”, you responded, looking at the box and then back at Armando. You observed as he stared at it, allowing his smile to reach each ear until suddenly, he stopped.

“Armando…what’s wrong?”, you queried, gently touching his shoulder.

“How have you been these last six, seven months? Truthfully.”, he responded, shifting his body and grabbing your hand off of his shoulder to hold it. You watched as he held both of your hands. You could barely see his eyes, since his hat was covering it but could tell by his facial expression that he was upset.

“That’s not important anymore, Armando. You’re here and alive so..that’s all that matters.”

“I don’t want to hear that y/n…The team was supposed to keep tabs on you for me, they were telling me everything that was going on at first but when they told me that they couldn't reach you anymore. It made me worry. What happened?”, he explained, scooting closer to you.

“Armando…I was just grieving okay. It’s crazy because when you died, we had only known each other for a couple days but…the feeling that you gave me at the time, felt like I had known you forever. So losing you was like I had lost my best friend.”, you whispered, looking down.

“I wasn’t trying to disappear but I couldn’t help it. Each day felt dreadful plus once I found out that I was pregnant, I wanted to deal with it alone. Even if I had my days where I started to feel lonely…”, you continued, keeping eye-contact with the ground.

“I hate that this happened y/n, I do. But before I forget to ask…how in the hell did Mike and Marcus not see you at work?”he asked, looking at you confusingly.

“I asked Rita to switch my days and hours so that I could avoid them, which surprisingly she did. So if I saw them I would run or someone from work would give me a heads up that they were coming.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of work honey and it’s crazy, because she played a huge role in helping me change my identity.”, Armando smiled, taking off his hat. First thing you noticed was the clean line-up that he had, his hair was smooth and laid back. You thought he looked scrumptious.

“Really?”

“Yeah..it wasn’t easy at all but allegedly she owed my dad a favor, from years ago..so she had no choice, I guess.”, He laughed. You could tell that he was reminiscing the conversation between him, Rita and Mike by the way he tilted his head.  You couldn’t help but admire him, the way his Adam's apple was making a slight appearance, while his body scent caressed you. 

It was a weird feeling for you to see him in front of you. All those months of you detaching yourself from reality, from those you loved, sitting in your room alone while allowing silence and darkness to consume you just for it all to be for nothing. Self-torture for absolutely nothing. Falling into depression for nothing. Not eating and being around others, for nothing.  It wasn’t like you could control your emotions however, you felt that others could have control the way they went about it. The way they handled it. 

“You’re still battling, aren’t you?”, Armando suddenly asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“What?”, you were caught off guard by the sudden question.

“Depression…Grief…all of the above... .You're still dealing with it…I can tell just by looking at you baby.  You may not say it but your eyes and your body language does, so you don’t have to lie or hide it.”, he explained.

You remained silent because you knew what he said was true.

“Y’know spending all of those months not being able to talk to you and see you, made me feel as if I lost you ... .Like I was just existing on this earth without a soul because you weren’t around. So I know that if I felt like that, then words can’t explain how you must’ve felt, especially with you being pregnant.”, he continued, gently wiping the tears that were now streaming down your face. 

“..yeah.”, you mumbled, swallowing the bricks that were stacked in your throat. 

  “Plus, I know with me being here, others may think that everything that you dealt with in the last seven months are supposed to just… maaaagically go away since I’m here now but just know, when you hurt. I hurt and I see you so, we’re in this together.”, he replied, grabbing your hand and standing up.

You stood up with him and watched as he gently grabbed you and pulled you in. You were hesitant at first but gave in, knowing that the hug was needed and long overdue. You could feel Armando’s chin on top of your head but paid it no mind because the only thing that mattered to you was feeling  Armando’s embrace. You guys stood there for what felt like forever, until curiosity filled your mind about Armando’s new identity.

“So, what’s your new name?”, you asked, opening your eyes and facing his chest. You watched as the gold chain around his neck moved as he moved. It made his skin shine and stick out, that was his color.

“My new name, Dorn picked it..”,he laughed, shaking his head in embarrassment.

“Okay, so…what is it?”, you replied, breaking the hug to make eye-contact with him. You watched as his face went red as he quietly chuckled.

“That’s not important, just call me by my name.”, he laughed, kissing you on your forehead and then crouching down. You stared at him confusingly and watched as he stared at your stomach.

“Armando what are you doing?”

“Just let me do this…”, he smiled, putting his head against your stomach. You began to feel him gently poke your stomach in different areas and then set  his head on the area that he poked. When suddenly, you felt a hard kick come from your belly.

“SEE! SEE, THEY JUST KICKED!”, he yelled, removing his head and putting his hand on it. He gave your stomach a couple of rubs before standing up. Standing closer to you while gazing into your eyes. However this time it was a different kind of look, a look of epiphany. It was silent between the two of you and as he hovered over you, you could tell that he wanted to say something but the words wouldn’t come out of his mouth.

“What?”, you chuckled, nervously messing with your earrings.

“Uh..nothing, nothing. It’s not the right time to say it. It can wait.”, he smiled, looking at your eyes, then at your lips. 

You gave him a small smile in response and wrapped your hands around his neck, slowly stroking it. You could feel his hands intertwined around your waist as he softly pulled you in. Leaning down towards you, you closed your eyes and allowed you and Armando’s lips to connect. He was soft and gentle with it, pulling his lips away and then kissing you again. You pulled away as soon as you heard a knock on the door.

“Come in!”, you yelled, facing the door. You watched as the door opened to see Mike standing there.

“Are you guys okay, we’re all downstairs waiting on you.”. He asked, leaning against the door frame.

“Yeah just had to talk things out…we’re coming down now.”, Armando replied, grabbing your things off of the bed.

You watched as he grabbed your hand and led you out of the bedroom.

“I also noticed your hair. I love it, it’s a sexy short look.”, he smiled, guiding you down the hallway.

“Thank you, when you walked in…I was afraid that you wouldn’t be attracted to me anymore since it’s more in a circular shape.”, you whispered, holding his hand tighter.

“No, you look beautiful. I’m attracted to you all the way so you have nothing to worry about sweetheart.”, he reassured, stepping in front of you.

“Mike, can you come on the other side of her while we go down these stairs.”, he asked, guiding Mike to the spot. 

Mike agreed and hurriedly sprinted towards the spot. It felt good to have a village standing behind you, even when you’re the one to push them away. After spending time with your family, eventually, you and Armando sat in Mike’s backyard and gazed at the moon that hovered over the lake while everyone else stayed inside and played card games.

 It was just the two of you. You and Armando. Sitting on the dock and allowing nature to fill your ears. Allowing your bodies to comfort each other: your soul to connect and become one. You weren’t afraid anymore to be loved by someone again since he gave you pure love, protection and reassurance. He understood you and believed in you. He helped you feel seen and even though you felt that the time that you two have spent together has only been short, you knew that the story that was soon to begin would be everlasting. That he would be the one. 

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GRADUATION + HATE + LOVE

this is a social media au based on an anon request sent to @silverstonesainz, who left it open for someone else to make.

i hope you don't mind that i made it instead anon, enjoy! (sorry the name's kinda stupid my brain isn't working)

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You woke up to the constant sound of notifications coming from your phone. Rubbing your bleary eyes, you try and lean back in an attempt to reach the side table, stopped only by the tightening of the arms around your waist.

"Go back to sleep". Charles's voice is muffled, only part of his face visible with the rest smushed against the pillow. "Its too early."

Smiling softly, you lift his arm from your body. He groans, eyes opening to look up at you.

"Theres a lot of notifications amour", you explain. "I need to check what it is."

Rolling his eyes in defeat, he lets go of you, letting you pick up your phone and open twitter to see why so many people were talking about you.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you see many people mentioning a post that Charles had supposedly posted last night. Looking over to him, you ask.

"Did you post something on Instagram yesterday?"

"Huh? Oh yeah." He doesn't bother elaborating, choosing to instead let his head fall back on the pillow, closing his eyes to block out the light.

Chuckling at his reaction, you switch to the Instagram app. Immediately met with 4 different pictures of yourself, you scroll down and read Charles's caption. Sighing when you realise he too had seen the tweets, you put your phone away, lying back down to face him.

"You didn't have to post that amour."

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Nodding, you reply. "Thank you."

You snuggle closer to him, tucking your head underneath his own. You feel him press a small kiss to your forehead before once again pulling you in, his grip keeping you from moving.

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So like healing isn't linear. Do you think there are times when Astarion is like "I can't do it tonight" in the middle od the deed? I do wonder what would be Drow's reaction? We know he can be overprotective. Would he, groundlessly, blame himself? I feel like in the latest chapters of ANE he made some progress with understanding Astarion.

On the other hand I feel like Astarion would be, unreasonably, angry at himself for not being able to move on and leave his past behind. "Cazador is gone, I gave myself time. Trauma, what else do you want?"

I would love to hear your opinion!

Oh yeah, absolutely there are times where he isn't feeling it. Admittedly I'm a little less interested in exploring the internal workings of healing from this kind of traumatic sexual fatigue than I am in exploring the way other people can accidentally make it about themselves, doubt your agency because of your past experiences, and continually focus on your trauma on your behalf under the guise of helping. Healing is a complex, personal experience that is practically impossible to document in a linear or clear fashion - the way other people react to it, on the other hand, is often painfully predictable.

Astarion is a grown man who wants to move on with his life. Sometimes, he probably feels overly sexual and privately needs to dwell on the guilt associated with that. Sometimes he isn't in the mood but he does it anyway for x and y reasons. Sometimes he stagnates and sometimes he tries new things that don't work, or that he regrets later. The important part is that these are decisions and "risks" he decides to take for himself. He knows that he can say no; he knows that if he says no, whatever is happening will stop. To him, that's the biggest perk about being with someone you trust - you can venture freely into the terrible and the painful and know nothing bad is actually going to happen, besides for maybe a weird-feeling type of week or a few nights of restless sleep.

Whether you think this is good or bad practice, it is what he wants to do as someone who is in a rush to enjoy things again.

DU drow is the one who is constantly concerning himself with his state of mind and his ability to make these kinds of choices. Getting into his head about whether or not Astarion feels pressured to fulfill his needs to the point where he avoids displaying any amount of sexuality around him for a time, where he himself turns Astarion's advances down not because he doesn't want to have sex - but because he doesn't trust him to make these choices in earnest. In this context, he is looking at Astarion and seeing a profoundly damaged man in need of rescue and guidance; while Astarion looks back at him wondering where this practically-weaned-yesterday doofus got the idea that he's got a radioactive dick. Once again, whether or not you believe that what Astarion is doing is healthy, the point is that DU drow has absolutely no authority in this area.

Like you pointed out, this is something that they slowly come to resolve. It will no doubt pop up as an issue again throughout their lives but the situation does improve. At the same time that Astarion will probably go through phases of dealing with his own business differently and communicate that to his partner to varying degrees of consistency or success - the important thing is that the other guy in the room stops acting like this is something he can do anything about but listen.