#and the way she looked at her after she sat down rio’s down BAD

[jambamthepaperman]

Anyone else notice how when Agatha comes back to the fire she notices Rio’s flower and then looks at it again before sitting down next to her. I just thought that was sweet. Her face literally softens after seeing that. And the way she picks it up gingerly, oh my god I’m dying.

[pruesgaultier]

a declaration of feelings

desc: singer agatha x actress rio. rio is away filming a movie and agatha writes a song (it’s totally not a love song.)

song used: forever, in this moment.

a/n: welcome to the first installment of my agathario song fic series where I write one shots based on songs from my agathario playlist ! i won't be taking reqs bc i get busy with work and i don't want the pressure of trying to give myself deadlines or trying to feel for songs I don't know, maybe in the future. for now, this is just low stakes fun.

Agatha Harkness sighed as she sat in her home studio surrounded by papers, sheet music and half-written verses alike. She had already tried her usual methods of focusing which included but were not limited to brain-dumping on a white board, petting Senor Scratchy like a Bond villain, writing bad lyrics to good music and good lyrics to bad music, but her mind was too preoccupied. Instead of writing a new song for her band Coven of Chaos’s new album, all she could think of was her girlfriend. Almost 3 years ago, Rio Vidal swept into Agatha’s life like a hurricane and she hated it. 

Well, not really. She hated how Rio not only made her feel other emotions, but she made her want to show them. It wasn’t a super drastic change, but she was much nicer than she used to be…sometimes and she smiled more, a lot more. Rio made her smile, made her laugh, and more often than not, made her think about settling down. 

To put it simply, Agatha Harkness was in love and she hated it, except she really didn’t.

(She just hated that none of this helped her write this fucking song.)

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After deciding to take yet another break, the singer went to make herself something to eat, she couldn’t cook as well as Rio, but she could make something decent enough. As she moved throughout the kitchen, she found herself mindlessly humming some of the lyrics she had written earlier. 

“My heart’s gone. She no longer lies by my side. She left at dawn and once again I lie alone.” The singer sang quietly to herself. Three weeks ago, Rio left to go to London and even though Agatha spoke to her in every spare moment of their free time, it just wasn’t the same. She missed Rio’s cooking, god did she miss her cooking, but she also missed just being with Rio. No work, fans, or press – just them in their bubble, forever. 

“It’s been three weeks. Your voice is all I have. Awaiting my love’s return.” Agatha continued singing, putting more of the song together. At this point, it felt like the lyrics were pouring out of her and she stopped in her tracks. “Scratchy, I think I finally figured this song out and of course it’s about Rio.” she said, turning to the rabbit with glee. Her food forgotten, she ran back to her home studio, Senor Scratchy hopping behind her. 

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“You wrote a love song?” her band members exclaimed in unison. Alice Wu-Gulliver, Jennifer Kale, and Billy (just Billy. He didn’t like to use his last name, either one of them because he didn’t want to make his parents, all 4 of them, feel bad.) Agatha resisted the urge to blush. It wasn’t a love song per se, it was more of an expression of her feelings for Rio in song form, but NOT a love song. “It’s not a love song, it’s more of a declaration. I don’t do love songs.” Agatha denied. “The same way how you didn’t do relationships before Rio?” Jen shot back. Agatha let out an exasperated sigh “Look, is it good or not?” she asked. “It’s amazing and I have the perfect music for it.” Alice said, excitedly turning toward her laptop. “This might be one of your best yet.” That did cause Agatha to blush. She’d written one of her best songs and it was about her girlfriend. 

(But it still wasn’t a love song !)

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“I’m sorry I won’t be there to hear it live, my love.” Rio’s voice came through Agatha’s headphones as she sat in hair and makeup. Tonight, Coven of Chaos were performing Forever – Agatha’s not love song – for the first time. Rio was usually always there during the first live performance, but work kept her away this time.”

“It’s fine. Besides, you’ll be home soon and that’s more important.” Agatha replied, more than understanding about Rio’s absence. “Somebody misses me.” Rio teased, just to see Agatha’s face turn red but honestly she was in the same boat. “Well if these flowers are any sign, I’d say you miss me too.” Agatha gestured to the line of flowers that were delivered to her dressing room, all from Rio. “You bring out the romantic in me.” Rio replied. 

Before Agatha could respond, the door burst open and her manager walked in. “Agatha, it's 5 minutes until showtime, you’re already performing a love song about her, your phone call can wait.” Lilia Calderu, said frantically. 

“It’s not a love song, it's –” “A declaration of feelings.” Lilia, the hairstylist, the makeup artists, and even Rio replied in unison. Agatha scoffed to cover up her flustered state. “You’re a traitor, Vidal.” Rio rolled her eyes affectionately. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too baby. Good luck.” The singer softened “I love you more, my love.” she told her before hanging up.

“I love you too Lilia.” Lilia murmured mockingly. Icy blue eyes glared at her but the older woman ignored her, she was used to Agatha and her moodiness. “Let’s go lover girl. You have to perform your love song for your fans.” 

(Okay, so being in love does wonders for Agatha and she might have written a love song.)

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The next day, Agatha was in her home studio on live. She doesn’t go live often, but she really wanted to interact and talk with her fans after their support of Forever. She was telling them about her very chaotic time writing the song when a voice sounded behind her. 

“You know if this were a horror movie, you’d be the perfect target.” Rio said, leaning against the wall. Agatha turned around, startled. “Jesus Christ! Rio, what the hell is wrong with you?” The actress smirked, waiting for Agatha’s brain to catch up. “Oh my god, you’re home.” Agatha jumped up making her way over to her girlfriend. “Surprise, m’lady.” Rio held out a flower which Agatha grabbed before kissing her passionately. Rio’s arms instantly went to the taller woman’s waist, pulling her closer. 

When they pulled away for air, Rio glanced at the phone, remembering that they technically weren’t alone. “Baby, the phone.” Rio pointed out when Agatha tried to kiss her again. “Right. Them.” the blue-eyed brunette turned her attention back to the phone where her fans were freaking out. 

“Well that was a lovely surprise.” Agatha said, setting the flower down next to her book. Rio came and sat on Agatha’s lap, the latter wrapping her arms around Rio’s waist. “What were you talking about anyway?” the shorter woman asked. “I was telling them how I wrote Forever.” that made Rio smile. “You mean the song you wrote for me that’s definitely a love song but you refuse to call it one?” Rio asked, raising an eyebrow.

(Agatha hated how attractive she looked when she did that.)

That made Agatha scoff. “Who says I wrote it about you? It could’ve been about Senor Scratchy.” she retorted. Rio laughed loudly before replying. “Scratchy wishes he could inspire such greatness.” she said cockily. “Just admit, you wrote me a love song. It’s really good, but I expected nothing less.”

“Of course it’s good, I wrote it.” Agatha remarked. “She’s so humble.” Rio muttered causing Agatha to pinch her side. “I don’t write love songs, they’re so cliche. The song is a declaration that you and I will be together forever.” Agatha declared. “So it’s a proposal?” Rio asked. “No, that’s also cliche. When I propose, it’ll be a proper one, down on a knee and everything.” 

Blue eyes met brown, “When you propose?” Rio whispered, as if she never considered it. “Sweetheart, I wrote you a love song and performed it on live television, of course I’m going to marry you one day.” Agatha stated as if it was the most obvious reveal. The singer was confused when Rio laughed suddenly. “You called it a love song.” she said, a huge smile on her face. “No I didn’t.” Agatha denied. “Yes you did.” Rio argued. “I know one of you recorded her saying that.” she said addressing the fans, who were going crazy over this whole interaction. 

“It’s already trending on twitter.” Rio laughed reading a comment. Agatha groaned dramatically. “Why do I put up with you? Any of you, you’re supposed to be on my side.” she pouted. “Because you love me and them and you write songs about me that they love.” Rio smiled happily. “Yeah, yeah. Well, this has been fun, but now I’m going to have hot, sweaty fun with my surprise, bye guys!” Agatha announced, ending the live. “You’re shameless.” Rio chuckled, shaking her head amused. “And you love me.” Agatha said matter of factly. “I do, very much.” Rio turned to straddle the woman beneath her. “Now, I believe you said something about hot sweaty fun?” she inquired before pulling Agatha into a passionate kiss.

Okay, so Agatha doesn’t hate being in love and maybe she did write a love song like a cliche popstar, but she couldn’t bring herself to care when the woman she loved more than anyone in the world kissed her like that. 

[1-800-local-slut]

My Crazy Wife and Kids

Rio x Black! Fem! Reader

Warnings: bad parenting (not outrageous, they just don't know what their really doing), reader had a hard childhood, light child endangerment, arguing between reader and basically everyone, angst with a fluffy ending, the reader is Caribbean because I really understand the struggle of trying to understand Caribbean parents, mentions and allusions of smut, mentions of cancer, reader works as a pimp under Rio

Guess what's harder, raising three girls vs running a drug empire? Rio and his wife are the proud parents to three girls and struggle to raise them and change the way they were both raised

Please let me know if you enjoy, likes and reblogs are appreciated! Also I'm taking request for Rio and every character I write for, I wanna write more stuff for my baby daddy! <3

This is a long one lol

Important info: The oldest daughter is nine, the twins are seven

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The car was silent. The twins sat beside their oldest sister, Valentina. Amancia and Alvita squirmed in their seats while Valentina stole glances at the front of the car. Her father, Rio, kept his hands gripped on the steering wheel and his eyes glued forward as he drove them home from church.

Their mother had their iPads sitting in her purse. She'd taken them as punishment the moment they got back in the car. It felt like riding to your doom, sitting in the car with two angry parents like hers.

The sun beaming outside did nothing to ease her nerves, and the thought of winding down the window and risking sending her mother into a lecture was not one she was willing to act on.

Don't get it twisted; the girls were by no means treated awfully by their parents. But when you have an old-world Caribbean mother who still 100% believed in spankings, there's no telling what you're in for after a day of acting up.

The more familiar the streets got, the more anxious she got. Sure, she was supposed to just go to the bathroom and take the twins with her. But how could she resist taking a little walk outside? And how could she resist going to the corner store?

When they got back with bunches of (stolen) candy and got caught by a deaconess, Amancia decided that was the best time to bust out that swear word she heard their mom call some lady on the phone.

Amancia called her a cunt, and Valentina could feel her ass start to throb from the spanking they were about to get. Alvita bit the deaconess the moment she tried to grab the three of them.

It was over then.

They were sitting in the driveway now, and Valentina realized that Alvita had snot running down her nose and her hair that their mom perfectly styled that morning, and Amancia was staring off into space as if she accepted her fate.

Her mother cleared her throat as daddy turned off the car. He let out a weary sigh and ran a ringed hand over his face. Her mom cleared her throat and turned back to look at them.

"Go take a shower. Valentina, you first."

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"Why on God's green Earth did she call that woman a cunt? I don't know," his wife sighed as she wrapped the scarf around her hair.

"Because she heard you call that lady a cunt on the phone last month. I knew something was up; I saw her little ass twitching to use the word," Rio chuckled, opening the sheets for her to come into his arms.

"You think this is funny? I had to be the bad guy again," she asked as she crawled into his arms. The silk of their red sheets covered her, and the TV played Empire in the background. Rio reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. The large room was dark now and was only illuminated by the glow of Cookie Lyon beating her son with a broom.

"It's funny because that woman is a cunt. You know it, I know it, and Vita just said what we were thinking," he yelped, the pinch getting him hard.

"Yes, Sister Jefferson is a cunt. Our kids will respect authoritative figures." She was getting upset now. She shifted away from him slightly, and Rio didn't miss it. Rio wasn't sure what to say next, so he figured it was best to just agree.

"You're right."

"So why don't you act like it?" Silence.

"What do you want from me?" He asked after a moment.

"I want you to stop leaving me to punish our kids all alone. I know I pushed them from my pussy myself, but I didn't put them there alone. You just stood there like a fucking idiot while I dealt with them, and I'm sick of being the bad guy." During their confrontation with their three daughters and forcing them to call Sister Jefferson to apologize, Rio more or less stood there. In the past, she did ask him to not just be the fun parent, but sometimes it still slipped his mind.

"So you're mad I didn't yell at them? You're mad at me because I didn't chase them down with a stick or make them write out sentences 100 times? Don't piss me off." It wasn't that serious, was it? An annoyed huff was his answer.

"Yeah. The girls adore you, and I'm just the bitch who takes their shit and sends them to bed. Then you have the fucking audacity to say it was my fault she called that woman a cunt. What about you? You remember teaching our kids Spanish, yeah? So when you're going on and on swearing in a way that would kill your mother, you think they don't understand you. Come off it, you prick." She rolled even further from him now. He had a feeling she was pissed off earlier at dinner after she called the girls down and even after she tucked them all in.

"You wanna call me a prick louder, ma? Maybe Amancia will hear you and use that one next Sunday." It was a mistake, and he wanted to suck the words back into his throat. It was an intrusive thought that he didn't have time to stop from slipping out.

He could hear the craziness turning in her brain. He didn't just marry her for no reason; he married her because she could hold him down. And to hold Rio down, you have to be a bit crazy in your own right.

He was on the ground with a thud, and the TV was off.

"Did you just fucking push me?!"

She was silent now, the way he had been during the confrontation earlier.

"Hello? I know you hear me? Did you really just throw me onto the floor?" A pillow slammed into his chest, and he knew it meant he was not welcome back in this bed.

"So now we're just throwing each other off things, right?" More silence, as she pulled a pair of headphones onto her head, and he could hear the sound of the ocean bleeding through. Pulling an eye mask over her face, he just huffed and headed to the door.

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The sun shone through the kitchen as she chopped up sausages to make breakfast. It was 5:30 now, and the girls would be up soon. Where her fucking idiot of a husband was, she didn't really care. How dare he! Leave her alone with the kids?

It had been a while (nine years) since her first pregnancy. He wasn't as useless back then. And she knows she was not alone in that bed making that baby. She didn't want to do things the way she did.

Yes, she struggled at times to show affection, but that wasn't her fault. She didn't have a mom to show her how to hug or any older sisters to teach her how to be a girl. She had to learn about femininity from watching the older girls around her shitty neighborhood. Hell, until she met Rio she wasn't even sure about having kids.

When they asked where grandma was, the last thing she wanted was to explain was that her mom killed four people in a gang fight and that she herself was born in jail before she was released to her grandma who was hardly around. That she spent one day every weekend driving to a prison to see her mom. That even as a grown adult, she still gets collect calls from her mother and her husband sends money for her books and does whatever her can for her in jail.

It wasn't entirely her choice to keep the girls from their grandma. Grandma expressed no desire for them to know that she sold her whole life to kill four people.

Growing up the way she did, why did everyone just expect her to be a model mother over night? Good at all the emotional shit that came with kids? She wasn't and it was fucked that her dickhead of a husband may as well be a totem pole the way he just stands there sometimes. Behind her the fridge opened. Speak of the devil she supposed. Still she ignored him.

Since she was a fuck up, since everything he said was bad for the girls then it was better she didn't speak to his dumbass at all.

"Good morning baby." After 13 years of marriage his voice still made her wet. Still she relented.

"How did you sleep? It wasn't the best for me, my back hurt and I had to sleep on the couch. You wanna rub it out for me baby?" He was testing her, testing the waters to see if she was still steamed. He was very close to getting slapped with a pan.

Nothing from her as she poured three cups of lemonade for the girls who she heard moving around upstairs. Returning to the stove, she started scraping the food into three plates. She felt his hands creep up her sides.

"Look. Look baby, I'm sorry. I know you're not the best with being affectionate with the girls and I know you struggle to figure out how to go about things with them. But I want you to know we're a team. I'm gonna start acting like it baby." His apology was smooth and deep in her ear. Still she could hear the honesty in his voice and tears bubbled up in her eyes.

The girls had a lot to do today. From Valentina's dance classes after school, the Amancia has a piano class and Alvita has science classes at her advanced tutoring company after school. And knowing she wouldn't have to be pissed off at her husband all day was a lot better.

"It's hard. I want to be closer to them so bad but I can't. I don't know how to be a good mom, or how to comfort them or teach them anything that isn't violence. All the books and youtube videos in the world can't teach you how to be a parent. I want to think I'm doing good so bad. I would fucking die for my girls. I would kill for them and end up in jail right next to my momma for them and I just can't seem to prove that to them. And it would be a lot easier to have someone for them to be angry at instead of me when they do something wrong." She sniffled, whipping tears from her eyes and turning into his chest.

He smelt so good. Like leather and the Dark Temptation body wash she picked up for him last time she went to Target and she made a mental note to buy it again. His strong arms wrapped around hers and he pressed a kiss to her scarfed head. One hand rubbed her back while she cried.

"Mama, the girls love you. You are a great mother. Just by being here you do more than so many people who up and run. They look up to you like you're the Sun. You're the only mom they have and I can see that they wanna be just like you. I'm sorry that I was being the fun parent. You know my entire life, I said I would be there for my kids for the good and the bad. And I've just been sitting back for the bad like my grandpa did. He left my grandma to struggle with me and Nick.

For a long ass time I thought my grandma was just hard on me for no reason. Now I know it's the stress of having to be with someone who's only there half the time and I'm sorry I put you through that."

When he mentioned his grandma his voice cracked. She pressed a soft kiss to his shirtless chest and she nodded against him, wrapping her arms around his smooth frame. She ran her fingers over a small scar on his back that he got when he was putting the cribs up for the twins.

"I'm sorry I pushed you off the bed." One of the girls was using the toilet, while the shower turned on again and it sounded like one of them (probably Amancia) was still in bed and she knew she'd have to get her up soon. A deep chuckle resonated through him and sent tingles through her entire body.

"It's alright, I'm sorry I was being a prick."

He stole a piece of sausage from the scrambled eggs and popped it into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed before giggling.

"Shhhh, Amancia might hear you." She teased, and he smirked down at her in response.

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"Aw don't be pouty baby. You'll look so good in that tutu." Rio snickered, sipping from his wine glass and placing it back on their marble counter top. It was a mother daughter dance recital and she was less than thrilled to get this invitation. No actually. She was thrilled. She was thrilled to do something with her daughter, not with a fuck ton of people watching but she would never be ashamed to show off with her princess in front of the whole world.

Valentina was fidgeting around, doing little dance moves and dancing around with her little sisters. How could she say no to that? The woman would be prancing around on stage, matching pink tutu. She was married to a drug lord and helped run his empire with an iron fist. She wasn't used to being in the spot light and as ironic as it was.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want too."

The girls stopped playing. Valentina was standing in front of her mother who was sitting on a chair in front of their kitchen island. She looked like she felt bad for even asking and it put a knife in her heart. She realized then that she didn't hide her emotions as well as she hoped.

"No, no I want too! I was just thinking about how awful those other moms and daughters are gonna look dancing next to us. We're gonna eat them up, trust." Scooping up Valentina with a hug, she nibbled on her cheeks and kissed her silly. Her little princess squealed in delight and she twirled her around.

She needed a drink and a smoke. Rio chuckled as she pulled a cigarette out her pack and lit it. She stole a sip from his wine while she looked at the paper.

"Fuck, I can't make this rehearsal next week." She exhaled the smoke and Rio pushed the sliding door that led to the patio open next to her.

He slid into the seat next to her and heard the girls start up a round of Mario Kart. She rested a head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pushing an ashtray towards her.

"That's the first one. What do you have?"

"I have a mammogram, and I pushed this one back twice already." Rio always got nervous when she had to go to the doctor for any reason. Especially when it was a titty doctor as he liked to call them.

"Yeah thats important. I'm sure Val will understand."

"I feel awful. You know my grandma had breast cancer, and I'm sure I'm okay but I need to be sure. I want to be here for the girls as long as I can without my tits trying to kill me." Rio rubbed her shoulders. He stood up, now standing behind her and rubbing her shoulder blades.

"Don't worry about it ma. I'll go for you." He joked, nuzzling his face into her neck. Her phone rang on the counter and she saw it was one of her girls. Was it ironic that she handled sex work for her husband when she'd just die if one of their daughters was a hooker? Yes. It was also ironic that she was concerned about her tits killing her when she was in the middle of a cigarette.

"Mhm, sexy." She chuckled, running her hand over his crotch before turning around to face forward and. Her bit his bottom lip, brown eyes basically fucking her.

"Hello?" His hands slipped down her sides and up to her chest. Her breath hitched and her legs twitched.

"Go do something with the girls and stop groping me Christopher."

"Ouch." He laughed before kissing her neck once more and slipping out of the room.

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"Why?" Rio glanced at his wife and back at Valentina.

"I don't want to go today." Valentina muttered while picking at the mac and cheese. Pulling her jacket on, she was preparing for the chill of approaching winter.

"What are we paying 400 dollars a month for then? I can't force you to enjoy it but you will go. Did something happen, is someone bothering you at those classes?" Rio questioned. His wife gave him a small glance as if to say 'thank you for stepping in'.

"Nothing happened at ballet. It was school." Valentina lightly kicked the bag with an engraved 'V' on it that they had custom made for her.

"People have bad days baby." Deep down he was worried. Oh God what if she got touched and didn't want to tell them and was running from ballet? What if she's being threatened with violence? What if she's been expelled and didn't want to say? That's just like Valentina not to tell them that. She mumbled something.

"Is someone bothering you? Is it a teacher? A student?" Rio asked putting down the rag he was using to wipe down the counter. Valentina looked down at the table. Now Rio was going to have to fight someones dad. Great, just what he needed.

"You can tell me whose bothering you or I can go down to that school and figure it out." Her mother, was now sitting next to Valentina and looking into her similarly brown eyes. They always looked so similar. Sometimes, when Rio looked at Valentina he felt like he was looking at baby pictures of his wife.

Then Rio noticed it. The small bruise on her arm. It was so small and the color of the bruise wasn't so bad that it was noticeable. Their kid got her ass kicked. He knew Valentina was always the more timid one of his kids, not like the fiery Alvita and calculating Amancia who never hesitated to strike (speaking off, he hoped they weren't fighting someone at after school right now) but he always thought she would never be in a fight. He didn't realize her timid nature would inspire someone's anger.

"V, did you get in a fight?" Tears filled her eyes and before he knew it his wife grabbed her car keys.

"It was Terra! It was Terra and I don't want to see her at ballet!" Terra. Of course it was that little cunt and her whore mom probably encouraged this. His wife has had beef with with Mrs. Lipston since last month at the last pool party they all got invited too by Mr. and Mrs. Kerian. Martha Lipston made her dislike of his wife's new swimsuit very well known to all the other moms.

She also made her approval of Rio's ability to open beers with his teeth very well known. Rio personally thinks Martha Lipston looks like a horror game monster with all her plastic surgery. She was just hating because his wife was fine as hell.

"Put your coat on and lets go." Her mom demanded. Rio glanced over, he knew where this was going. Because his mind was going there too, was actually thinking about planting drugs on Mr. Lipston and calling DCFS on them for child endangerment.

It was a whole family of assholes trust him, dude borrowed his fucking lawnmower and kept it for seven months. Who needs a lawnmower for seven months? He knew his shitty lawn wasn’t growing that fast. Rio refused to buy a new one and just let him keep it like his wife suggested.

Rio was really bugging out over his lawnmower too. He spent nights up, wondering what the hell he was doing with his lawnmower for so long. She’d wake up next to him, asking him if he was still worried about the damn thing? That lawnmower had emotional significance to him and he didn’t like it being gone for so long.

He insisted it was the principal and one morning Rio couldn’t see through the lawn and tripped on a rock. That was it for him, he had to beat down their front door as nicely as he could. Would you believe his lawnmower was broken? How do you break someone’s lawnmower? Why not just tell him that you broke his lawnmower? Rio had half a mind to take him to court over his lawnmower and almost did. That was the last time Rio tried to be neighborly to any of these people, it pushed him to give up on humanity itself.

"I don't want to go." Valentina sniffled and pushed her mac and cheese away.

"Some little white bitch isn't gonna beat the crap out of you, and you're not gonna do anything about it. No, you're going to smack the shit out of her and if her mom tries anything I'm slapping the implants out her chest." He could see the nerves from her. Deep down, his wife was doing this out of a place of fear.

Fear that her kids was gonna get hurt and next time hurt real bad. He remembers how they met too. It was high school, when she got into a fist fight with some girls who had been going back and forth with her and her friends for months.

When she got caught alone, she got knocked upside her head with a padlock and ended up with a mild concussion. He was in the nurses office because he was skipping class in there with a fake headache. When he heard about how she got hit but still held her own, he knew he needed some of that.

Even better was how a week later she hunted down each attacker and beat the snot out of them one by one. To her, the only way to be safe, was the be more dangerous then whatever was about to attack you.

"I'll get thrown out of ballet school mom, please just drop it." "

You'll go." She growled sternly and pulled her earrings from her ears She was ready for a fight but Rio could clearly see that his daughter was not. She must've been hit something fierce.

"I don't want to get kicked out!" Her tiny voice cracked and her mother stopped for a moment of hesitation.

"Enough. Just enough both of you. Valentina, your mother is doing this because she loves you. She wants that little girl to know she doesn't just walk all over you and get away with it. I'm not sorry to say in this house you don't get your ass beat that way and deliver no punishment.

You don't have to get her in class, but you will have to face her again. In school, ballet class or in the parking lot of your school. How you do it is up to you. Fight her, we can go to the school or whatever but don't take something like this laying down." Valentina looked down with a huff. He ran a hand over her small one and she glanced softly at it. Then he focused on his wife. She glanced down and was chewing on one of her nails.

"You know what I'm about to say. Our kid isn't a fighter like us and that's fine. We didn't fight because we wanted too, we fought because we had too every day. We had our share of people trying to whop our asses. You already know that we gave our girls a life where they don't have to fight every day. That's okay. That's what we wanted. You don't gotta force our girls into a life they don't want the way that happened to you. Okay?" She nodded, and looked guilty. Like she felt guilty about her fear of something happening to her little girl.

Rio glanced at the clock, and at this point they were late to ballet. The clock ticked away. Nails scratched away at the counter and Rio waited for one of them to say something. Valentina broke the silence.

"I want to get back at her. But I can't stop thinking about the consequences. What if she tells on me? Or I get kicked out of ballet?"

"So what if she does? If someone hits you, you hit them back. I promise we will not be mad at you no matter what you do baby." Valentina silently nodded.

"I'll get her tomorrow morning in math." Valentina's mother ran her hands through her daughters braids and pulled her into a hug. Rio couldn't fight the smile that spread across his lips. He would count this as a win in the dad book.

"Okay. Do whatever you have to do for you. And keep your head up no matter what."

An understanding from the mother who always felt she knew best for her kids. Some fight put into their daughter. An ass whopping tomorrow morning. Maybe they weren't the best parents yet, but at least they were getting somewhere.

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potential request: The reader has been dating Miles for a while and after having a particularly rough day, then being comforted by Miles, decides to thank Rio for raising such a lovely son and just expressing how grateful they are to call Miles their partner.

E-42!Miles and Rio would be preferred since I feel like that version of Rio, would appreciate the sentiment more (due to being more stressed as an overworked single mom). Although E-1610!Miles and Rio would work too.

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he was definitely raised right. – miles 42 x reader

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as you two were heading home for the weekend, miles didn't move his arm away from your shoulders–not one bit. he stayed there, holding you close to him, and letting you lean against his shoulder as you two listened to the playlist you both made together. today wasn't very good, it was okay but... it was tiring, uneventful, and it felt like it was dragging on longer than it should've. luckily, your boyfriend miles had caught on to your not so happy attitude and wanted to fix that the best he could.

he helped you out with your homework assigned today so all weekend-long, you'd be clear of work. he also carried your bag and books for you, even though you told him he didn't have to–he insisted; and when miles gonzalo morales insists on doing something, he'll go through with it and do it. as you two got off the bus and headed down towards his neighborhood, he offered to get you your favorite drink at a local bodega you guys frequent whenever you visit him. he let you look around for a bit, let you choose what you wanted to drink this time. you hesitated because the drink you wanted to get this time around was a little pricey and you didn't have much cash on you after the bus ride.

miles noticed your hesitation and asked you if you wanted it, with you saying yes, but putting it back on the shelf because it was too expensive. "nonsense." he said as he took the drink and walked up to the register with the snacks you two were going to share. you tried to take the drink away from miles and put it back on the shelf, but miles insisted to you, yet again, that he wanted to buy you that drink. "please, mi cielo, don't feel bad. as your boyfriend, it's my obligation to do this for you–and besides, it makes you happy, doesn't it?" he asked you with a smile as he thanked the cashier and handed you the drink he bought you on the way out. "if it makes you happy, then i'm already the happiest guy around, mi vida." he said as you gently smiled and took his hand in your free one, clutching the drink he bought you in your other hand as you sipped on it, feeling a lot more lighter and happier than you did earlier today.

you walked with miles, hand-in-hand, all the way back to his place. he carried all your things and the snacks he bought for you all on his own. every time you asked him if you could help, he'd gently reject your offer to help and insist that he's got it–all that matters now is that you're much happier than before. his mother greeted you two by the door, with her kissing miles' cheeks a 'welcome home' and her smiling and wrapping you in a tender hug. as miles went to the kitchen to get you some food that his mom cooked for dinner tonight, you and rio talked all about the events that unfolded between you and miles today. you went on and on to her about how sweet miles had been all day; how he offered to do things for and with you, buy stuff that'd make you happy and comfortable, and just how he'd stay with you all day to keep you happy.

rio smiled widely as you two sat at the dinner table, with you clutching her hand in yours as you spoke. "ay, my mijo's quite the gentleman, isn't he? he takes that after his father." rio said with a soft voice as she looked down at her hand being clutched by your own. she reminisced the happier, simpler times when miles' father was still around–when he and miles would be each other's allies when nobody else would be there for them, save for her and uncle aaron. she knows that miles still misses him like she does everyday, but to know that miles turned to be a very good, sweet, caring kid despite everything that's happened to them... it's enough to keep her heart warm.

you smiled as rio lifted her head up to face you, with slight tears in her eyes. "i guess so, but, mrs. morales... i think miles is this way because of you raising him right. and for that... thank you. thank you so much that you raised him to be the most loving, caring boy i know. no one can hold a candle to the love miles gives me and his friends, nobody is as caring as he is. i hope you know just how much he cares about you, as well, mrs. morales; not a day goes by without him worrying about you and thinking of calling you to say hi, tell him how he's doing." you said with a broad smile on your face as rio's smile fades; her mouth slightly agape as a few drops of tears fell from her eyes. you scrambled to get her a tissue from your pocket, since she hadn't wiped them away yet; oblivious to the sensation of her own falling tears at your sentimental words. "oh, no! no, no, i-it's okay, dear." she said with a smile as she wiped her tears away, sniffling the remaining ones back as her smile returned.

"i'm so glad... i'm just so glad. thank you..." she muttered as the tears came back again, but she wiped them yet again with a small chuckle as you grinned at her, sharing her happiness in that small moment when rio realized all her efforts, hard work, and everything she's ever done for her boy had paid off more than she expected it to. as miles came back with the dinner now served for all three of you, you let go of rio's hand as she nodded at you, thanking you for your assurance to her that she was doing a good job as a mother, and wrapped miles in a big hug. he was embarrassed at first since you were here, but as rio murmured to miles that she's glad the little boy she's cared for never left and remained as humble and gentle as ever, miles returned the hug and held his mother tightly.

you gazed upon the two with sheer adoration in your eyes, loving how even though this family had experienced a tragedy, how miles experienced a tragedy in his life... you were still loved wholeheartedly and endlessly by this boy, who always put those he loved first and would go beyond any and everything just to see them all smile and be happy.

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favorite crime. (Miles morales x reader)

For as long as Y/n and miles could remember they’ve known each other since they were children! Anytime Y/n needed comfort from her two parents constant arguing or miles was just far too stressed, you know they were with each other.

Everyone could see except them, that something was growing and they yearned for each other. That was until there was a shift and something became between them.

Every Sunday Y/n would come over for family dinner, bringing a meal she prepared with the happiest smile….it started with him missing the most important dinner.

“Hola, Mrs.Morales! How are you? I made arroz con leche for tonight, hope you like it!! Where’s miles?”

Rio’s face smiled any chance she could when she saw the way Y/n loved miles, he was always the first one she’d look for.

“Miles!…Miles!”

The mother put her head to her forehead sighing as silence was the only response to her calling.

“Ugh he must be asleep. Go get him please!”

Rio rushed the food to the table setting up her meal.

“Miles…”

Y/n walked in quietly to see an empty room and her whole demeanor changed, for the first time Miles missed dinner.

“I-um miles isn’t here. Maybe he went to go grab something-“

“Miles?! He would never miss a Sunday dinner with you! Must be something super important, you know he wouldn’t do it on purpose hun-“

Jeff gave Y/n hope that, that’s all it was.

“Oh- Hi Mr.morales, you’re probably right!”

They all sat down and began eating their meal, although Y/n enjoyed the moment of calmness compared to her normal home…there was an ache in her heart that something was wrong. Even with all the spider duties Miles promised he’d never miss anything with her.

Those promises were broken. The closer miles got to Gwen, the farther Y/n came to mind. The poor girl would come home soaking wet after waiting for miles at the places he told her to meet him at. All Y/n could do was text him and hope for the best, it was harder to talk to him nowadays. When they did hangout Miles couldn’t be any more distant than he already was.

At least In those small changes when they hung out there wasn’t a deep sadness, maybe boredness from Y/n not being Gwen…but now Miles was hard to hangout with, something was clearly always on his mind and bothering him. It hurt Y/n to see him so frustrated, sad and quiet…so she finally asked him.

“Miles what’s wrong? Is it the spider stuff? You haven’t seemed as happy..”

The boy looked up with a surprised face, it had been so long since they had a genuine conversation that he forgot Y/n knew him like the back of his hand.

“It’s just- ugh it’s Gwen. She’s gone now. I miss her, I need her.”

Y/n’s heart broke hearing the words and behavior miles used to do for her, complain about missing Y/n to his mother. He used to always miss Y/n. However, Y/n was far too kind to deny his clear emotions of frustration right now so she passed a smile.

“It’s ok miles, if she left it’s just because she returned to her world. That’s ok if it means she’s happier.”

Her own words hurt her, she loved miles so much…if he were the rain she would never open an umbrella. Instead, she’d lie down on the concrete and enjoy every drop that laid on her skin, she’d drown there even if it meant drowning in him.

“What? No. She’s the happiest she ever was here! You don’t know her! You don’t get it.”

Y/n’s eyes widened at the anger and yelling Miles was now putting towards her, Y/n was the only one miles could talk about Gwen with and she didn’t get it, not the way he wanted her to.

“Miles..you don’t have to yell I- I do get it! I see it. You’re displaying exactly how you feel for me to know all of it-“

“Just be quiet and go Y/n.”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed and tears built up when she turned around to grab her backpack. No matter how upset miles was he never yelled and was never seriously mad at her. He was just so frustrated that it was Y/n there, not Gwen. Miles could feel the tension..he felt bad but not enough to apologize so when Y/n took one last look at him while he faced away from her she could feel her heartache and he could hear her rapid heartbeat, her hushed panic breaths, and the small tear falling onto her jacket..although it was very faint.

For some reason miles got a sense, a bad one…something to do with Y/n but he ignored it. What he didn’t know was that it meant their paths were changing…

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Hope you like it! This is my first story about something other than avatar so it’s not the best, sorry about that! Love you guys though! Hope your doing good!

[tainted-liquor]

'Stop Laughing, Baby!...ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁⋆｡

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ingredients: sugar, kisses, and a lil bit of smiles !

tws: Cussing, you being in loooove, mention of surgery

a/n: Miles is implied to be over 18, it literally doesnt matter what age js 18-24

"AH! FUCK!"

That was the last thing you said about the pain in your mouth before scheduling a visit with your orthodontist. You had put off getting your wisdom teeth removed for as long as possible, the reason being you were afraid of the anesthesia. Sure, the procedure would probably hurt like hell, but you were more concerned about how you'd act while high off your ass. The idea of being completely unaware of what's coming out of your mouth scared you, and you really didn't wanna say the wrong thing to your parents or whoever would be taking you. So, what did you do?

You waited literal months so nobody but Miles could take you. You sat in the passenger seat of your boyfriend's car, quiet and afraid as whatever drill your man had on shook the car. "Nigga you can't be serious right now" You deadpanned, turning towards Miles as you gestured to the radio. "What? You don't like DD Osama?" Miles chuckled, knowing full well what you meant in the moment. "I'm literally about to have surgery and you're listening to...this" You huffed, rolling your eyes and fixing your top in the mirror. Miles laughed loudly, shaking his head before changing the music to your playlist.

"Yeah, you kinda right. Estarás bien, Gorda. Promento" Miles reassured as he put the car in park, leaving you to watch as he used one arm to maneuver his way into the parking spot. Damn, you were lucky. You let out a deep sigh, mentally preparing yourself to literally have your mouth cut open before hearing Miles open your car door. "You okay? Y'want some water before you go in?" He cooed as he took your hand in his, gently helping you out of the car before swinging his arm across your shoulders. "Uh, yeah. Lemme get some water actually" You nodded, nervously taking a sip from his water bottle as you walked toward the massive-looking building.

"Guárdalo si lo necesitas" Miles stated, pushing open the glass double doors as he guided you inside the rather up-beat and bustling building. "Baby I don't speak Spanish" you snorted, giggling slightly at the sudden switch. "Keep it if you need it, mama. I don't want you to be dehydrated, cuz you won't be able to drink for a lil bit after your procedure" he shrugged, pulling you closer to his side and placing a kiss on your forehead. You knew he was right, but you didn't wanna be rude and drink all his water. "Nah, I think I'm fi-"

"Drink. Your water." He reiterated firmly, side-eying you in the most menacing way possible. "My bad original gangster" you squeaked, chugging the remaining water left in the plastic bottle. "Thank you. I need you comfy mama, please let me know if you need somethin'" He reassured as you now stood in the waiting room, sighing as you went to go check in. You filled out the necessary paperwork and then sat down next to Miles, who was currently lightyears deep in his phone. You watched him scroll on his feed, both hands resting on his left forearm while he texted his mom.

"Tell Mama Rio I said hi please" You muttered, watching as he nodded and immediately notified Mrs. Morales of your presence. You felt your heart stop as a rather nice-looking lady called your name, motioning for you to follow her into the O.R. You waved to Miles, feeling your anxiety climb as you followed the assistant to the back, getting comfortable on the leathery dental chair. You took a deep breath, and let everything pass by as they set up everything for the next 15 minutes. But baby when they started that flow of gas? Baby you were OUT.

"So she's still gonna be a little groggy, but right now she should be waking up...Hello!" A cheerful, masked face said as you attempted to open your eyes. "Ffffuuuuuhhhhhhckkkkk..." You whined, attempting to lift your 300-pound eyelids. "Hola, Princesa! Te ves drogado" Miles laughed, clearly amused by your half-open eyes and puffy cheeks. "Miiilesh!" You garbled, reaching your arms up loosely as your boyfriend scooped you off the chair. Your arms awkwardly curved around his neck, vision focusing and un-focusing as you attempt to give him a kiss.

"No-...Mama, I can't kiss you I'm sorry!" He laughed, dodging you to the best of his ability. "Wh...C'mere!" you grunted, clearly not processing his words as he picked up your meds at the front desk. You pouted, huffing and puffing as Miles gave you a gentle pat on the back. He quickly made his way back to the car, placing you in the passenger side as delicately as possible and strapping you in. "Comfy?" He asked, turning his head to the side as he scanned your face for any sort of comprehension.

You blinked at Miles sleepily, lips curving into a smile as you began to giggle at...nothing. "Ah! You can't laug-pfft....-Laugh!"Miles quickly stated as he wrapped a little pink compression bandage around your face. "See? It's soft!" He cooed as he pressed both of your hands to the side of your face, allowing you to feel the fluffy material of the compression band. You smiled at him, watching as he quickly made his way to the driver's side after closing your door. He stared at your blissful face, watching as you ran your hands up and down the fluffy material and mumbled a cute little "Ooooh!"

You rode home in silence as you fiddled with the radio, making more "Oohs" and "Aahs" with each click of a button. "Yeah, they got yo ass looped" Miles guffawed as he watched you play with the A/C vents. You leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes while he drove the rest of the way to his apartment. You weren't exactly awake, but you weren't exactly asleep. You were simply just...gone.

You didn't exactly remember when, but you found yourself back In Miles's arms as he carried you up a bunch of stairs. You clung to Miles, feeling like you were falling as you stared down the stairwell. "You good Mama? You holdin' me a lil tight right now" Miles giggled as he finally reached his floor, kicking his door open and setting you down on his couch. You hummed, laying down on the couch as you observed his black and white 8-ball rug, running your hand through the 'mysterious' texture while you hung off the couch. Miles peeked over the couch, watching as you quite literally played with a rug at your big age.

And he recorded every second of your stupidity. From you playing on a rug, to you attempting to take a nap on the coffee table, and you ACTUALLY taking a nap on his chest. "¿Gorda? ¿Estás bien?" Miles asked as he patted the top of your head, realizing you hadn't made an attempt to walk or go missing in almost 10 minutes. Once he heard that smooth and constant breathing, he knew that you were out cold. He chuckled to himself, putting his phone down on your head as he wrapped both arms around you.

"You're a handful."

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[cabinetofquriosities]

Anthems for a Seventeen Year Old Girl

Agatha wandered out to the woods after surviving her mother and her coven. Her wrists were raw from the rope and her cheeks were streaked with tears. All she had wanted was to learn and for that, she was tied up to be executed by her only family. She stood there in shock while everything around her lay dead. She never meant to kill them. It all moved so fast and her body took over, leaving her alone in the world.

She had stolen shoes from one of the members of the now deceased coven. They had dragged her out without them. The leaves and twigs crunched underfoot with every step. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. She glimpsed the shadow of a woman in the distance. She was looming over the bodies, examining them. Agatha hid behind a tree, wondering if she was close to one of the women. She was cautious in the case that the woman wanted revenge. She didn’t want to kill someone else. Taking lives both filled her with energy and hollowed her spirit out.

The figure seemed to leave as soon as she appeared. Agatha decided not to question it and forged ahead, wondering what she would do next.

She walked for hours before exhaustion overtook her. She found a shallow cave that faced the river. She laid down on her side with a bed of leaves beneath her. The cool air made her shiver, making her curl further into herself. She cried softly as she went over the night’s events in her head over and over again. Her eyes peeked out at the stars filling the night sky. They were the only source of beauty in her life at that moment. She imagined floating up into them.

Some time later, her body ached and shook from panic and the chill. Without hearing steps or sensing a presence, Agatha felt a warm blanket of fur draped over her. She gripped it close to her body before opening her eyes. She gasped at the sight of a strange woman sitting in front of her. She was about to scramble to her feet to run (or attack), but was stopped in her tracks.

“Agatha. Lay down.”

Without understanding why, Agatha did as she was told. Something about the woman compelled her to do so. The other woman looked at her with pure curiosity, as if she had never encountered another person before. Her dark eyes searched her face. Agatha blushed under her scrutiny.

“Who are you?” Agatha asked.

“A friend,” Rio said.

“I don’t have any friends.”

“You have me.”

Agatha’s brows knit together. She sat up, the blanket falling a bit down her shoulders. Her blue eyes met black.

“Why?” she asked Rio.

“Because you’re interesting.”

“Are… you a witch?” she asked nervously.

“Yes.”

“Are you here to kill me?”

“Why would I kill you?”

“… because I’m bad. I killed them.”

Rio reached out, cupping her cheek. Agatha felt a rush of heat touching her cheeks. She was under this woman’s thrall entirely without the aid of any magic.

“You defended yourself. You survived, like so many witches before you,” she said, “You took your fate in your hands. You stood up against the evil in your life. You harnessed their power. You did all of that at the young age of eighteen.”

Agatha felt seen in a way she never had before. While Rio didn’t sugarcoat her actions, she showed empathy towards them. She didn’t imply that she was evil for simply surviving. She could already feel an affinity for the other woman.

“I’m seventeen,” Agatha corrected.

“Not anymore, you aren’t,” she said.

Agatha had completely forgotten which day it was. She realized that her mother not only tried to kill her, but she tried on the eve of her birthday.

“How did you know?” she asked.

“As I said, I am a friend.”

“What do I call you?”

“Rio.”

“I’m Agatha… but I suppose you already know that.

“I do. Enjoy the blanket, Agatha. Keep it close,” she said, standing up.

Agatha felt a rush of panic as Rio began to leave.

“Wait!” she gasped.

Rio smiled softly, walking back to her. She knelt down and kissed her forehead, her lips pressing against her skin. Agatha’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. Somehow, that one chaste kiss made her feel more than any flirtation in her past. She had always kept boys away. They disgusted her. Rio, though. She was different. She made her feel the way other girls always described boys making them feel.

Rio cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes.

“I will see you again. Sleep well. It is your first night as a woman,” Rio said.

Agatha’s eyes followed her. Rio walked away a bit before turning to look back at her.

“Keep that blanket. You’ll catch your death out here,” she said before disappearing into the trees.

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Mama's Boy

Summary: You didn't understand why you felt so bad while at Miles house

Type:Scenario:Angst:Miles Morales & M!Reader

Version: Itsv

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I never understood why I felt so horrible at Miles's house. Every time we were there while his parents were home, I felt like crying. I didn't get it. His parents were amazing, really nice, and welcoming, yet they made me feel so bad. I always had a sad look on my face when I left, a strong feeling that made me want to break down right there in tears. Or maybe it was because I had to go home? It never clicked to me. I loved going to his house, and every chance I got, I was over there. Luckily, Miles and I were good friends. His home felt more like home than mine. I didn't get it, I loved my home, it was cozy and nice, I didn't get it. Especially today.

I was over at Miles's house, laughing while playing some video games in his room. I was wining, and he was trying to distract me.

"Admit it Miles! You suck at this game!" I laughed at him.

"No! Your cheating, you dirty cheater!" He practically pouted as he pushed me away with his foot.

I laughed harder and bumped him with my shoulder, causing us to start shoving and pushing each other like brothers. Miles tacked me onto his bed, putting me in a headlock as he gave me a nasty noogie. His mom opened the door and stopped, huffing playfully before chucking

"Boys, get off each other and come eat." She smiled at us before closing the door.

I could feel my smile brighter slightly, Rio always made me feel warm. But not in a love way, in a homey way, like I was truly welcome and wanted there. It was odd. Me and Miles got up and went to the dining room, shoving each other before racing to the table. I got there first and flipped him off as his parents weren't looking. He did it back before we both started to eat. After dinner, Miles and I sat on the couch, just talking to each other his dad walked over.

"Y/n, do you need a ride home? We could drop you off at home if you want" Jefferson smiled at us, his car eyes in hand.

"Oh, no. I can walk, you don't have to drive me" I returned his smile, not wanting him to have to drive me home this late.

"You sure? Its a quick drive" Jefferson looked a alittle worried.

"Yeah, it's a nice walk of fresh air anyways" It made me feel giddy that someone was worried about me.

Jefferson nodded and walked away, not wanting to push anymore. I turned to Miles, and we continued talking for a bit before I went home. It was a peaceful walk, the quiet and chill night drowning out most of my thoughts. I let out a soft sigh as I unlocked the front door and walked in. Immediately, I'm welcomed by my drunk mother and passed out on the couch. This was a normal occurrence. My mother was always drunk and drinking, even when I was younger. It was normal, it's all I knew, when I was born she started drinking again. My mother probably drank while she was pregnant either way. I sighed and locked the front door before walking over to her and drapping a blanket over her. I gently kissed her forehead before mumbling a soft good night and going to bed. The next morning, I woke up to my mother yelling at me from downstairs. When I went downstairs, I almost got hit with a bottle. I was so tired I didn't even hear what she said before storming out the house. I stare at the door, confused before quickly rushing to clean up the glass and going back to bed. I went to Miles house again today, I waved happily and instantly noticed the look of concern on his face

"Y/n? Why is your hand bloody? And your arm" Miles sounded really confused, and worried.

Miles stood up and walked over to me, I narrowed my eyebrows and looked down at my hand, turning it my hand around and gasping. When did this happen?

"I'm not sure..." I was confused, I wasn't fully sure how this happened. Maybe the glass from earlier?

I shrugged, but Mike's gently grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom and patched me up, cleaned my wounds, and bandaged it skillfully. Probably because his mom was a nurse. The same thing happened today: I messed around with Miles, played video games, talked, ate dinner, and went home. My mom wasn't home. It was quiet in the house, meaning a peaceful night of sleep. The following morning, my mom yelled at me again, hitting me a few times before leaving and making me clean up the kitchen from her. Then I went to Miles house. As I was over there, he looked concerned but didn't say anything, and that day I realized I mainly ate at Miles house, my mother didn't cook much, and I couldn't really order take out, I didn't have the money for it.

I felt it again.

When I was at his house I could feel my heart beat louder in my ears as I watched him hug his mom and say a small I love you before we both left the house to go to the store. I was quiet for a bit. There was a growing pain in my heart, like I had been stabbed or someone tore my heart. I didn't know why. Was it the affection? I never really got affection from my mother. When I got home, my mom was drunk, but awake. And she was pissed. I gulped and tried to sneak by, that didn't work. I slept in pain and paranoid that night. When I went to Miles house he was quiet when he saw me, staring at me with these big eyes of concern. Why? Was there something wrong?

"Y/n...are you okay? You keep coming here with...injuries. " Miles voice was quiet and soft, something I wasn't fully used to. It was filled with so much. Concern.

"Oh, that? Don't worry about it" You didn't want to worry him, when he saw your reassuring smile he gave a small smile back and didn't ask about it.

When you went home today, you finally realized why you hated going home from Miles's house. The first thing you saw was your parents fighting. Your mom was clearly drunk. Your heart sank as you stood in the doorway watching your parents fight. They did this a lot. You sighed and walked by them, mumbling a small hello before going to your room. You wanted to go back to Miles's house, where there was no yelling or fighting there, it's nice at his house. Peaceful, but you have to wait until tomorrow, like always.

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[A/n:I'm not sure if I like this or not. I hope you enjoyed]

[rizatouchesthewalls]

Retracing the Footsteps of Those Who Got Lost in The Snow

so desperate for content they got me writing my own material

pjsekai card ass title 💀

stream arctic monkeys

cw: hurt/comfort, gn reader, lots of cuddling damn, implied family issues so true, so self indulgent that it’s insane

Deleting soon

New York always looks different painted in white—it sort of catches you off guard every time. Not in a bad way, but a more or less hopeful way. The world is still spinning and you’re still living. Somehow.

So after months of having little to no tension with your family mid-winter, you were sort of shocked at the sudden conflict that arose. You didn’t want to ruin an otherwise perfect winter—so you did what you always did whenever such things happened. Run into the always open arms of the Morales’.

“I’m sorry for bothering you all again,” You whispered. You were always on the quieter side but whenever fights went down you lost your voice far easier than any other time.

“Nonsense! You know us, we’re always going to be like a second family to you.” Ms. Rio said. She never failed to make you guilty, not because ever purposely did so—but because her kindness was overwhelming. You felt as if you could never repay that.

“Yes, we always have a home for you here,” Mile’s dad gave a rare smile, not that he didn’t smile, it was just more heartfelt than the ones he showed when he was joking or laughing. All these observations you knew over the years because you depended on them often. It had been easier when you were younger though, mostly only coming over because you were playing with Miles. You balled one of your hands up into a fist trying to fight that overwhelming nostalgia.

“(Name)? Are you alright? I’m going to call Miles to come dow—,”

“N-no sir. —Go up there myself… th-a-ank you.” You fought back tears and made your way to Mile’s room, avoiding his parent’s concerned gaze.

A knock on a door. Just a simple and quiet knock that takes you back that far. You can almost see your younger self racing around with glee, being reckless. When you didn’t lie about being loud and extroverted just to please a crowd; it felt so long ago but it was just a few years ago.

“Dad I’m not hungry!”

“A-ah! It’s not—!”

The door swung open before you could finish and you were quickly wrapped into a tight hug. You couldn’t help melt into it. It was so warm and comfortable—you could feel your heart pounding. You did your best to cling on to the wall that was holding back the hot tears that were basically begging to be released, but you kept it in anyway.

“It’s pretty snowy outside, huh? I’m drawing a picture of it—actually.” He always did his best to distract you. And who were you not to give in?

You nodded, signifying that you wanted to see. You entered his room and immediately felt calmed down by the familiar atmosphere. The tranquility of it was dear to you, but so ways a utter messiness of it that made it feel like home. The windows had those same yellow curtains draped over them, but in between the cracks you could see a winter scene outside.

Hopping onto the bed, you wrapped yourself with the blankets. Miles sat next to you, bringing you into his arms. He kissed your forehead and flipped through the pages of the art book, reaching a page with a sketch of Mile’s home from the exterior view. “Alright, now give me those art skills.” He nudged you.

Alright, yeah, you did art every once in a while. You didn’t do it as much though. Not after…

“Dunno… em…phasize the frost in the window. They wouldn’t look that normal.”

“See! You’re good at art without even trying.” He started to add shading to the windows, making sure to leave snowflakes on top of them.

“Th…” You didn’t want to stutter but at this point it felt like at any moment you were going to overflow. So you stayed silent. It engulfed the situation uncomfortably. In between those non-existent lines layers of trauma was stacked in your words. And it was separating you and Miles. You knew it was.

A tune interrupted the silence. It was so soft and quiet that if the two of you had been speaking neither would notice. You gradually made your way to the window and looked out down onto the street. There it was—a double decker bus decked out with Christmas decorations and playing to the tune of Jingle Bell Rock. You stared at it in awe with child-like wonder. Then the feeling of nostalgia hit you like a truck.

You remember begging your parents to take you on one of those busses, so short that you thought the top of those busses might as well be the empire skate building. That if you reached high enough you could touch the stars. Did you ever end up going on one?

You already know the tears are falling down your face. They are just as silent as the room was before. And you can feel the comfort of the Miles’ hands wiping them away, and just for that night, your fears and terrors were wiped away too.

And somehow someone found you in the middle of a blizzard.

[itsmebytch001]

I saw that you wanted prompts and I though about many Rio doing your hair after Diana hadn’t been taking care of it properly and Arron not being able to do cute little girl hair styles

Hair Things:

Aaron had lost all his hair due to the plunge of baldness instead of the slow death of a receeding hair line and hadn't had hair in 20 years, he was always a tad envious of Jeff for being able to keep his hair despite being older.

In my mind Diana has exetremely thick black straight hair, and is 100% the type of person to get frustrated with your hair and try and just brush out your curls with sheer force, and when that dosen't work she simply leaves it, she would comment on the state of your hair but never try and help it, or learn how to take care of it, and when Aaron suggested she just take you to a salon...

Aaron: "Diana, I don't under stand why you won't just take her to a salon!"

Diana: "Do you know how expensive those places are?"

Aaron: "you don't even pay child support, the least you can do is pay for your little girls hair!"

Diana: "Why don't you do it?"

Aaron: "Look at me Diana, you think after all these years I know how to do a little girls hair?"

Diana: "No, I mean take her to a salon"

Aaron: "Again, Diana LOOK AT ME what the hell am I going to in a hair salon?"

Diana: "Get your skull shined?"

When you were a new born you were blessed with a full head of hair, Aaron was slightly thrown off by how much there was when he first saw you in the hospital, and more so when it grew so fast, and since he didn't know what to do, and Diana was not help he just kept your hair in silk wraps or bonnets most the time, and when he did try to take care of your hair himself...

Jeff: "What the hell have you done do that little girls head?"

Aaron: "What?"

*6 year old Y/n looking like a over gelled curly haired Draco Malfoy with all her hair comded into a pony tail*

Aaron:"...I think it looks fine..." He said unsure.

Jeff: "I should arrest for this, I'm calling Rio"

It was decided that Aaron would take you to the Morales home for Rio to fix your, on the way there Aaron insisted you cover your hair. Once you got there Rio's expression once she was your hair was initally shock, then almost a giggle, and then slapping Aaron in the chest.

Rio: "What is this?!" She whispered over to him.

Aaron: "WHAT? Is it really that bad?"

Rio:" YES!"

She spent about 3 hours getting out the gel, rubbing in some oils into your scalp and finally started putting your hair into two very thick plats, similair to her hair, during this process while you sat on the floor Miles entered the room and saw your half done hair.

Miles: "You look...rough"

Y/n: "Just wait till she's done, I'm sure your next"

And once finally Rio had sorted your hair and you finally looked okay it became standard practice that every week you would go over to the Morales home and get your hair done, Diana wasn’t happy since she felt that Rio was again pushing her out of her motherly role, and Rio even offered to teach her but instead she just dismissed her.

Rio enjoyed doing your her as she did wish for a girl originally and this was her main way of expressing love you for you, putting your hair in plats, teaching you how to take proper care of it as you got older but having you sit on the rug while she on the sofa doing your hair while you both watched trash TV was a good past time…

Rio: “Oh you silly girl Chelsea, HE CHATED ON YOU!” She said clicking at the TV with one hand while the over continued to do it’s work.

Y/n: “And with Angela!”

Rio: “Exactly!! Now You promise me Y/n if a boy EVER plays you like that you’ll walk straight away, or hand him to me, oh I’ll take care of him umhummm” she nodded to herself

Y/n:”sure Tita”

Rio: “No no no Y/n you gotta promise me”

Y/n: “Yes yea Tita I will leave then if they run around yeah?’

Rio: “Good, and you always gotta get a back round check with your Uncle, some men are evil baby you gotta know”

Y/n:” Yeah but Jeff always shuts down the boys I see, and if not him it’s Aaron always stepping into my business like I’m a little girl”

Rio: “ But you are a little baby” she kissed the side of your cheek from behind.

Y/n:” I am 17! I can take care of myself!”

Rio:” Hmmm, well what about Riven? He was horrible if I recall”

Y/n: “ I was never with Riven? He was with Musa”

Rio:” Yes yes I know but think about what could have been avoided if only she had a background check on him!”

….

….

Y/n:”yeah I guess…”

Rio: “I heard about Diana…are you two talking again?”

Y/n:” No no, I’m not ready, I’m not even sure if I care to be honest, and I’m so sick of people from her side of the family being like ‘she’s your Mom you need to forgive her’ all that, like I’m not even mad anymore I just don’t want to talk to her anymore!”

Rio: “ whatever keeps your peace Baby…All done!” She said cheerfully while pulling away from your head to reveal your new hair.

Rio: “ you like?”

Y/n:” yeah, thank you Tita”

Rio: “ No problems tea?”

Y/n: “ sure, thanks”

( FEED ME MORE SUGGESTIONS)(PLEASE)

[miguelunited]

Eventually

Probably gonna make another part of this. THIS IS EARTH 1610 MILES GUYS!!!

It’s been a year and and little bit over six months since you’d met Miles. Ironically, you two were just like siblings, until you developed a playground crush on him.

You thought it wasn’t real, brushing off the fluttering in your stomach when you’d see him as something you ate. Or ignoring the increase of your heart rate every time he moved slightly closer to you than usual. But then it got worse. So bad, to where you could no longer go over to his house because the next words that you would say to him would be “I’m in love with you.” So you just chose to cut him off. Speed-walking, almost *running* away from Miles whenever he would walk your direction. Turning away or hiding your face in class when he’d look at you.

So Miles thought you didn’t want to be friends with him anymore. He never knew why, and it was drilling away at him, bit by bit. He’d spend numerous nights awake, staring at the ceiling,

questioning if it was something he did or said that made you cut him out of your life completely.

————

“Papi, what happened to your friend? Why haven’t they been over?” His mother asked him, she loved you, so much. She’d pinch your cheeks, kiss your forehead, squeeze you in a tight hug every time she would see you.

Miles face was cupped in his hands, sighing groggily at his mother question. His head dropped onto the table, fingers tapping on the table as he continued to ponder in his sorrow.

“Don’t know Mami, don’t know.” He spoke bad, he sounded and looked visually upset.

“*Oh*, Miles what’s wrong Papi? If you’re feeling down you can talk to me, Tu entiendo?” Her hand slid up into Miles’ hair with much care and pity.

“Sì Mami, entiendo..” He sighed in response, turning his face to his phone.

Suddenly he got a text from Gwen saying; “Come up to the roof Miles, I’m here.”

His face practically lit up, finally someone he felt super great with talking to. Miles quickly stood up, explaining to his mother that he was gonna go to the rooftop to “clear his head”, in reality it was to talk about you.

————

Message from “Mama Rio🩷🌸” :

“Hola Mi quiero, do you want to come over and help me cook? 🫶🏽”

You were going to refuse, but you loved her too much to let her down like that.

“Si Mama, I’m on my way right now!”

————

When walking to their home, all you could think about was Miles pulling you into his room and blowing up on you. ‘What did I do??!’ ‘You can’t just up and leave me like that! especially when i didn’t do anything wrong!’

You knew that if Miles *did* yell at you, it would be your fault.

When you’d go there, Mrs. Morales opened the door beaming with joy. She hugged you, squeezing you tightly after not seeing you for so long.

“My baby! How have you been? Are you hungry? Unwell? Tired? Thirsty?” So many questions all at once, took you some time to process them.

“Hola Mama, I’ve been good!”

“That good then Mija/o. Uhm, Could you speak to Miles for me? He’s been upset lately and I don’t think he wants to talk to me, but maybe he’ll speak to you.?” She asked you. Of course once again, you could not refuse.

“Okay Mama, I’ll tell you what he says after we speak.”

“Thank you! You are a lifesaver Mija/o.” She kissed your cheeks before hugging you once more.

You sat your things down, tucking your phone into your pocket.

While walking up the stairs that led to the roof, your brain flooded with thoughts again. How mad he’d be at you, how he would berate you with a plethora of questions.

Across the roof you, of course, saw Miles..and some..other girl. Curiosity got the best of you, so you inched close enough to them to hear their conversation, but far away enough to stay hidden.

————

“I think they don’t wanna be friends anymore.” Miles said

“Why not?” The girl asked. You prayed that Miles would say her name so that you could memorize who she was.

“They ghosted me on *EVERY APP*, avoid me at school, and now they won’t even look at me in class! I mean— what did I do? I seriously don’t know WHAT I did?” Miles sounded heartbroken, voice cracking as if he were on the verge of a breakdown.

The girl inched closer and closer to miles, her right hand on his bad and her head resting amongst his shoulder.

“Maybe its for the great or good Miles. Besides, you’ll always have me to talk to.” She said.

“Yeah *Gwen*, I guess you’re right.” He sighed shakily, leaning in closer to her.

————

Gwen. Gwen? GWEN? How come you’d never heard about her or met her?

You weren’t even upset about the fact that he was with another person, but the fact that he felt close enough to her that he’d lean into her. practically like a couple.

You inched, feeling your face head up with embarrassment and what not. Your small, subtle movements eventually turned into you *sprinting* down the stairs and back into his home. You quickly grabbed your things, feeling tears trickle down your cheeks.

“Mama Rio I…I really have to go, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you cook. Please forgive me.” You explained, She could hear the despair in your voice as you shut the front door and ran home.

Now she was upset. Not with you, but with Miles.

PLEASE REQUESTS

[quen12]

Nokta Klein Alternative Route Part 2.

Sorry about the spelling mistake on the first one it's not all perfect. And I apologize for the delay but I wanted to finish the fanfiction story I came up with as if it happened in the Nokto route of Ikemen Prince. Some things I may write about are stuff that happened route and skim over it. Just to let you know so no one gets confused this is fully fictional. But I do hope we can get a sequel with pregnancy and children of Ikemen. Maybe I will do what each one of Prince's and Emma's children would look like. Well moving on, hope you enjoy it.

After Emma heard the heartbeats of her and Nokta's child she couldn't stop the tears from sliding down her cheeks. As she leaves the underground doctor's place and heads to her house in the village to change her clothing.

Emma:(What do I do? But one thing for sure I shouldn't let anyone else know)

As Emma sat on her bed caressing her stomach.

Emma: “I'm not sure if I'm prepared to be a mom, but I want to protect you”

Emma:(I should go back to the palace before Rio gets worried)

Emma heads back to the palace to get a restful sleep to prepare for the fake engagement party tomorrow, as she goes to the hallway of her room she sees Nokta walking toward the library. She hides behind a pillar not knowing how to face him right now. He passes by without glancing her way but a smirk appears on his face the second he leaves.

Nokta: (Playing hide and seek?)

Without realizing Nokta saw her Emma walks back to her room. As soon as she enters she gets her suitcase and packs all her possessions. And prepares to run away.

Emma:(This should be enough, but I can’t stay in Rhodolite like before. I should go somewhere else)

Looking over the map she she points to Benitoite.

Emma:(Perfect now I have to see Rio, but right now he works in the palace knowing him he will give up anything for me but he has to live his life too)

(I should just go by myself, I'll prepare everything and leave at midnight tomorrow )

The engagement party comes and go Nokta takes Emma back to her room.

Nokta: So we fooled the nobles how about making this into a real engagement.

Emma: Stop joking you're not funny

Emma stretches her hand toward Nokto with the engagement ring in.

Nokta: (mm) Keep it, toss it, sell it I don't care.

Emma stares toward Nokta trying to get the word out. But gives up in the end.

Emma:………

Emma: You know you're not a bad person minus the filtration and womanizing. You're smart and you know how to do trades well.

Nokta: Considering me for a king?

Emma: I Am considering everyone and their aspects. Staying here made me realize that you and your brothers are no beasts at all

Nokta laughs loudly to the point he bends and holds his stomach.

Nokta: Even Chevalier? Don't let him hear you say that.

Nokta leaves Emma in a pleasant mode with a little frustration he feels there was something suspicious but he doesn’t let it ruin his amusement. Unaware of Emma plans he heads to his room.

Emma( Okay I wrote a letter for Rio and Sariel, I don’t know what will happen with the princes. I also left my choice of king, I know he will do well and he can secure so much for this kingdom. As my last gift and goodbye)

Emma went to the dark part of town, got into a carriage filled with a lot of runaway citizens. And left halfway toward there destination. Soldier wearing Obsidian ambushed them, with them was a man with a crane and black eye patch on of his eyes. He smiled and the people trembled, when he meet eyes with Emma who was making her self as unnoticeable as possible he stretched his hand.

Man with eyepatch: If you come with me I let all these people pass unharmed.

Emma;(These are innocent people, this guy doesn’t seem like the type to be messed around with if the princes call themselves beasts he must be from the same species)

Emma: how can I know you will keep your word?

Man with eyepatch: I always keep my word unless I get betrayed. So choose now before I change my mind

Emma puts her hand in his and he grasps it tightly

Man with an eyepatch: ( How long have I been waiting to meet you, Emma)

Emma leaves with the man and rides his carriage.

As they sit in the carriage together Emma realizes the man keeps staring at her, making her uncomfortable.

Emma: Who are you and how did you know I’d be in that carriage?

Man with eyepatch: my name is Gilbert oh or should I say Gilbert Von Obsidian. And I have my ways.

Emma's eyes widen with shock

Emma: Your Gilbert ??

Gilbert: yes the prince of Obsidian and you rabbit are Bella of Rhodolite.

Emma: I am not Bella.

Gilbert: Looking at you now you seem to be on the run, let’s make a deal.

As Gilbert says that they stop At Obsidian Castle, Gilbert's servant shows Emma to her room and tells her to rest for now and tomorrow Gilbert will come to talk to her. Emma is surprised for being treated more regularly like a guest than a prisoner.

Emma has a hard time sleeping but she finally falls asleep. As morning sunshine hits the room Emma opens her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling remembering last night's events. But then nausea and morning sickness of the pregnancy hit her and she runs to the bathroom not realizing that someone entered her room.

Gilbert enters the room

Gilbert:(She has woken up, she must be in the bathroom, I’ll wait till she's done)

The sound of Emma puking could be heard throughout the room.

Gilbert:( Weird is she sick from traveling, I will call the doctor to check) Gilbert tells the solider outside to contact the doctor

Emma opens the door only to be shocked by Gilbert sitting on her bed

Emma:(did he hear me puke?) What are you doing? In a lady's room?

Gilbert smiles: I came to discuss our deal from yesterday, but now I need you to sit down

Emma: I am not gonna….(I feel dizzy)

Emma faints from her tiredness and nausea.

Gilbert catches her and then lays her on the bed. There’s a knock on the door interrupting

Gilbert: Come in

A doctor walks in with a suitcase

Doctor: you called Your Highness

Gilbert: Yes this little rabbit has been puking nonstop and she looks pale like ghost. She just fainted, examinate her

Doctor: of course Your Highness

Emma lying helplessly on the bed while the doctor examines her.

Doctor: oh

Doctor: Your Highness is this woman your lover?

Gilbert doesn't want rumors or misinformation spread so he answers.

Gilbert: ……. Is there a problem?

Doctor: No just congratulation your highness.

Gilbert: congratulations?

Doctor: She’s with child

Gilbert looks at Emma with shocked and realizes everything as he smiles toward the doctor and lets him leave. As he sit next to Emma bed.

Gilbert: The deal just got better and better wouldn’t you say little rabbit?

While in Rholdolote in the conference room with three letters lying on the table and 9 men anxiously waiting for answers.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kou Ecstasy [Prologue]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in the forest

Yui: ( We’ve almost made it back to the Sakamaki Castle and Christa-san has yet to be found. )

Subaru: ...Damnit!

*THUD*

Yui: ( Subaru-kun seems agitated... )

Reiji: ーー Halt.

Subaru: Aah? What’s your problem, Reiji?

Reiji: Take a look. There appears to be a commotion in front of the Castle.

Subaru: ...!? Could those be the Vibora troops...?

Yui: ーー !?

ー The scene shifts to the living room in the Mukami manor

Attractive Ghoul Lady: ...rio...

*Cling*

Kou: ...!? 

Attractive Ghoul Lady: Emilio...Hey, Emilio...

Do you...know who I am...? Leona. My name is Leona. 

Kou: ( Emilio? Leona? ...I don’t know those people. )

Leona: Hey, Emilio...Come to me.

Emilio...Emilio...

Kou: N-No! You’ve got the wrong guy!

*Whistle*

Kou: ( ...A whistle? )

Leona: ...Ah...

...I must go...

ー She runs off

Kou: ...

*Cling* 

Kou: ( I got ready to strike back because I thought she’d try and attack me but what was that about...? )

( Also, why did I see that woman’s face in my dream? )

Emilio, Leona...No...It doesn’t ring a bell...

*Flash* 

Kou: ーー Again!?

( Also...This time I can sense someone down in the basement!? )

( There’s a waterway leading to the gate to enter the Demon World down there. )

( ...Which means something has happened over there...? )

...Yui...

( ...There’s no way. )

( I mean, just the other day I was informed by my Familiar that she moved to Eden together with Subaru-kun. )

( But...It’s possible that Demons would try and flee here through that gate if something has happened over there. )

( I’ll go check up on them...! )

ー Kou runs off as the scene shifts to the gate to the Demon World

Kou: ...

( It’ll be fine. I’ve got a knife on me. Even if another Demon were to try and attack me... )

( ...Here goes nothing! )

ー The gate opens

*Creaaak*

Kou: ...ーー Eh!?

Yui: ...Uu...Kou-kun...

ー She collapses

*Thud* 

Kou: M-M-neko-chan!? Are you alright!? Hang in there!

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: ( She’s unconscious...But how come she’s this beaten and bruised...? )

I-I better carry her to her room for now...! 

( Don’t worry. I promise I’ll save you... )

ー Kou carries Yui to her bedroom

Monologue

Once I had put her to bed,

I sent one of my Familiars to the Demon World,

to look into the situation.

Until they got back,

I sat down by her side as she remained asleep,

taking care of her to the best of my abilities. 

Her hand which I held into mine,

radiated the warmth I love so much. 

I was overcome by a mixture of both happiness and sadness,

causing tears to naturally flow down my cheeks.

Even though I had taken my distance from her,

because I felt incredibly bad,

over forcing her to have to make such a dire choice...

After seeing her again for the first time in a while,

I was once again reminded,

of just how much I love her.

ーー I wonder,

what exactly should I do?

*Rustle* 

Kou: ...Don’t worry. I won’t leave your side...

...Yui...

( Calm down. She’s fine. Her hand still feels warm. )

( There’s no way she’d die...I’m here by her side. )

...Uu...

I can’t...I don’t want us to be apart after all...

I just can’t accept it...Why must we be separated...?

I mean...I thought that Subaru-kun...would be able to keep you safe but...

Look at how hurt you are now...I didn’t agree to this whole thing for you to end up suffering in the end...!

Hey, Yui...I just love you so, so much...

I can no longer tell lies to myself...I can’t pretend not to notice it...

*TIMESKIP*

Monologue

I can hear the peaceful sound,

of birds chirping. 

I also recall the odd sensation,

of somebody holding onto my left hand.

But strangely enough, it doesn’t feel unpleasant.

And then,

a familiar scent enters my nose...ーー

ー Yui wakes up in her room in the Mukami manor

Yui: Uu...Where am I...?

Kou: ...Yui...!

Thank god...I’m truly so glad...to see you safe and well...!

Yui: ...Kou-kun...?

Kou-kun...! I-I...Uu...

Monologue

Kou-kun would use his index fingers,

to wipe away the tears streaming down my cheeks.

Once I had calmed down a few moments later,

I began to tell Kou-kun about what had happened so far,

in bits and pieces.

After we had found out,

that Subaru-kun’s mother, Christa-san,

had wandered off into the forest 

and was nowhere to be found,

all of us set out to look for her,

but none of us were successfull

so we had no other choice but to return to the Castle.

However ーー That was all a trap.

Once at the Castle,

the Vibora troops were awaiting our arrival,

to bring the Vampires down.

While Subaru-kun immediately took the lead,

and tried to fend them off,

he was unable to fully control his own powers,

sending the whole castle flying. 

The place I got blasted off to,

just so happened to be the gate,

connecting the Demon and the human world.

I couldn’t let myself get captured by the Vibora Clan again.

Besides, I already heard a rumor,

that you were in the human world.

ーー When I realized that,

I decided to return to the human world by myself.

Kou: ...So that’s what happened.

Yui: I’m sorry. In the end, I caused you trouble again...

Kou: ...It’s fine. As long as you’re safe...

It’s Subaru-kun I’m mad at!

Yui: Eh?

Kou: What do you mean, he couldn’t control his powers!?

I don’t really get why you went to be with Subaru-kun then in the first place!? 

On top of that, he couldn’t even ensure your safety!

Yui: K-Kou-kun! But Subaru-kun is also...Coff!

Kou: Ah, sorry! I’ll get you a glass of water right away!

ー He gets up but Yui stops him

*Rustle* 

Yui: ...Don’t go.

Please, Kou-kun. Stay with me...

( I just love him so much, I don’t want us to be apart. )

( I know I mustn’t, but the words just naturally come out. )

Kou: ...

*Rustle* 

Kou: Sorry for making you worried. I won’t go anywhere, okay?

I promise I won’t let go of this hand holding onto yours.

I’ll be with you forever. ...So for now, get plenty of rest, okay?

Yui: ...Yeah.

ー She closes her eyes

Yui: ( Thank you, Kou-kun. )

( Your kindness makes me more happy than anything... )

ー The scene shifts to Kou’s room

*Rustle* 

Kou: ...

( Yui...She seemed to have lost a lot of weight and her complexion was incredibly pale too... )

( I wonder how terrible her life at Eden must have been? )

( If only...I had made a different choice back then. )

...No, no. No point in beating myself up over the past now.

( Right now I should wait for information from my Familiar to get a better grasp on the situation in the Demon World. )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[bitchkay]

Midnight snack... for four??☆♡

~Rio Voleri

CW: fem reader, you pregnant👁, satisfying a pregnancy craving turns into a family affair, ‼DAD! RIO‼, sweet husband rio wanting to take care of you, FLUFF FLUFF SUPER FLUFF, you're a family everyone☺️, Thoma is a stressed nanny😅 bless his poor heart

Word count: 1523

Rating: General Consumption

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☆𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖'𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕕, 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣'𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 + 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

“... sweet”

“You want something sweet? I can get something for you.”

Caught trying to crawl out of bed in the late night hours, you timidly voice your wants after inquiry from your husband.

“... you don't have to, I was just going to go down to the kitchens to grab a snack,” you tug Rios arm as he pulls the covers off his body.

“Nonsense, what kind of man would I be if I didn't serve my ladys needs, especially when she carries life,” Rio kisses you sweetly on the forehead placing a tender hand on your swollen stomach.

You swat him away. “You don't have to baby me just cus I'm carrying your baby, sweetie. You said the same thing when I was pregnant with the twins. Besides, it's different this time and I can definitely grab my own craving.”

“Why don't we go together then?”

~

“What's on the menu for my lady the queen? Something sweet for the little one?” you giggled as Rio held out a spatula ready to prepare whatever your heart desires.

You smiled at the image before you, your husband clad in his bed clothes in the middle of the castle kitchens. As masterfully proficient as he is at cooking, he looked somewhat out of place in his comfortable clothes and messy bed hair.

“I had a feel for some of the leftover sky apple pie from earlier,” you hummed in delight remembering the snack. “And a pickle. I really want a pickle.”

“Hehe, a slice of sky apple pie and a pickle for her highness coming right up☆”

This pregnancy was easily worlds different than your first, and many around you could tell. First of all the fetus swimming around in your belly was not twins which you were so grateful for. Which isn't to say you wouldn't be grateful to have twins again but your first borns wore you down to the bone. You were in so much pain most of the time and the size of your belly was proof. With twins pretty much using your body as an incubator with the added bonus of kicking you in the ribs ten times a day, along with your hormones being on the fritz, needless to say you were miserable a lot. Still though you wanted to see it though and delivered two healthy babies, two large healthy babies.

When you got pregnant again, sure you were happy to have another kid but you were also ready to neuter Rio and blame him for everything bad in the world if this pregnancy was anything like your first. Luckily that wasn't the case and Rios balls could live to see another day.

“Would you like some ice cream with your pie?” Rio asked, putting a perfectly cut slice of sky apple pie on a plate. 

“Oh that sounds kinda nice… only if there's strawberry,” you said, imagining the pale pink of the ice cream next to the tasteful sky blue of the apple slices.

“There is… no strawberry flavor.”

“Than no thank you. Where's my pickle?”

You took the plate with the pie on it from him and grabbed a fork as Rio giggled at your demanding behavior retrieving the pickle jar.

You pulled up a chair and sat at the counter happily munching on the fat pickle Rio gave you with a slice of pie in front of you. Rio, pulling up his own chair sat next to you gazing at you happily, elbows on the counter and head in his hands he watched you eat with a smile.

“You look pretty pregnant, you know?”

“... that's not the compliment you think it is,” you side eyed him half joking. “I used to be so much smaller before the twins, now look at me, you've bred me again.” You laughed.

“I think you're beautiful. Gorgeous in fact,” you gave him a look, cream on your lip from the pie. “I know, you don't want to hear it,” Rio wiped away the cream with his thumb licking it off, “but it's true. You're really pretty.”

“You're my husband, you're supposed to think I'm pretty,” you rolled your eyes playfully before smearing some of the cream from your pie along with a little bit of crust on your pickle before biting into it. “Oh this tastes kinda good.”

“I'm also a king, that's pretty high praise if you ask me. I happen to think you're the prettiest in all seven kingdoms if I may be so bold. You're a… what's that word you taught me… miff?”

“Milf?!”

“Yes, that! You're a milf.” Rio said excitedly, you blinked in response.

“Rio��� respectfully and in love with you, never say that ever aga–”

“Mama?”

A small voice by the door cut off your sentence.

You both looked over to see your two small children holding hands in the doorway, clad in their pajamas, one of them clutching a blanket that dragged on the floor behind them.

“Papa?”

The twins lit up upon seeing you both running up to where you sat at the counter.

“Gulliver? Adephagia? What are you two doing out of bed?” You lifted one twin onto your lap as Rio did the same.

“Missed you.”

“Weren't in your room.”

Both twins wrapped their little arms around your necks hugging you.

“Oh Angel,” Rio hugged his daughter back tightly as the three year old smiled in his arms. Gulliver hugged you just as tightly, nearly mounting your pregnant belly just to cling to you.

“What are you eating mommy?” The ever curious little boy, Gulliver asked looking at the plate in front of you.

“Oh, mommy just wanted a snack, so me and your dad just came to fix something,” you said, propping the little boy up on your knee.

“Can I have some?”

“Oh me too! I love sky apple pie!”

Yup these are definitely Rios kids.

The always hungry and eager eater twins Adephagia and Gulliver happily stole bites of your pie as you finished off your pickle, Rio wiping their faces and making sure their pajamas stayed clean. Chuckling at the scene you leaned over giving all three of your favorite Voleri’s a kiss on the cheek before shifting Gulliver onto Rio's other knee standing up.

Rio gladly took both twins on his lap looking over to you. “Sunbeam?”

“Nothing I just needed to stand… you guys are so cute,” you wrapped your arms around Rios shoulders from behind pressing another sweet kiss to his cheek.

“You're cuter☆” Rio smiled at you.

“Daddy, do you love mommy?” Adephagia spoke up

“Of course he does ‘Phagia! Daddy's in love with mommy!” Gulliver says pushing his sister.

Rio blushed softly as his kids declared his love for you.

“Hey! Don't push me!” Adephagia pushes him back.

“Oi! No quarreling you two!” Rio lifts them in the air, each in one of his hands separating them.

“Yes papa…” they said in unison, hanging their heads in shame.

“I think it's time we got you two little ones back to bed,” you said, taking Adephagia from Rios arm propping her on your hip.

“Wan’ nother snack…” the little girl said sadly looking up at you with wet eyes.

“C'mon, don't make that face baby, remember last time you went to bed full of sweets? Woke up with a belly ache,” you said.

“What about this? In the morning we can have a big breakfast full of all of your favorite foods, okay Angel?” Rio suggested leaning down towards his daughter, giving her a tender smile.

“Ok papa.”

“Great, are you ready to go back to bed now?”

At that moment as you were about to leave the castle kitchens 3 year old twins in tow a frazzled looking Thoma burst through the door.

“Oh! There you are, Rio! I can't find– oh.”

Upon seeing the little ones held in your arms Thoma put a hand to his chest to calm his racing heart as he leaned back on the door frame with a sigh of relief.

“... I went to check on the twins and they weren't there… I thought I lost them. Then you lot weren't in your rooms either! Was about to turn this place on its side looking for you!” Thoma ran a hand through his hair, not tied in its usual ponytail.

“Uncle Thoma!”

You gave a small chuckle as Thoma looked so stressed, thinking your children had gone missing. The valet loved supporting your family and helping raise the kids (he nearly cried the first time he twins called him uncle) but he stressed himself out with his self proclaimed nanny duties. From the very beginning Rio assured Thoma didn't have to take on any more duties since being promoted to King and him up to head valet but Thoma wanted to do this and your kids loved him, and you're sure he loved them too.

“Oh Thoma,” you stood next to him putting a supportive hand on his shoulder. “I think you should get some rest too, you're gonna get gray hairs early.” You chuckled.

“I may already have some.”

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[windupiceheart]

ffxivwrite #9 - Fair

wc. 894, Mid-SHB, Vertical and B'ig

In their recent endeavour, Vertical and B’ig had defeated a third Lightwarden. Tired, they headed back to the Pendants to recuperate. 

Vertical tiredly waved at the Manager of Suites as she and B’ig headed to their room. Originally, they were given separate rooms, but it felt more comfortable to just share one. B’ig had told her that he was worried something bad would happen if they were apart for too long. Vertical didn’t mind sharing a room to quell his anxieties. She liked the company anyway.

Once inside the room, they both plopped at the table. In that last fight, instead of Vertical absorbing the light that came from its death, B’ig took it upon himself to finish the job. The last time they were in the Pendants, he found out Vertical had been hiding the aftereffects of the light absorption.

—

“Vertical, you… Vertical you can’t keep doing this.” B’ig said after taking off Vertical’s bandana. Her eye glowed a gentle white light that spread into the scars that crossed it. The surrounded skin had turned pale against her usual ash brown skin. 

“i have to,” she furrowed her brows. 

“Not alone!” B’ig put his head against Vertical, gripping her coat. “Not alone.”

“...”

“Vertical, aren’t I the Warrior of Light too?” he leaned into her. He narrowed his eyes to try to stop himself from crying, but it didn’t work. His voice starts to quaver. “How little do you think of me? Can’t I help too?”

Vertical stood in silence for a moment before letting out a sigh. She put her arm around him.

“i’m sorry, rios.”

—

Vertical looked over to B’ig. She reached out and grabbed his iconic moogle hat with the heart shaped pom. B’ig yelped in surprise. 

“Hey!” It was already visible while he was wearing it, she noticed it on the way to the Crystarium despite her unattentive nature when it came to appearances, but B’ig’s hair was starting to turn white.

“your hair’s turning white.” Vertical touched the hair at the back of his head. B’ig flinched, his eyes widening before he put his hand where Vertical pointed it out and smiled nervously.

“The stress is sure getting to me if I’m starting to get white hairs.” he avoided eye contact with the elezen. 

Vertical was a little hurt. They both knew it was from the light sickness. In the back of her mind, she wondered if her hair would have turned white if it weren’t white already. 

“i think i should keep taking the light from now on.” Vertical looked down at the empty space in front of her.

“Huh? Hey wait,” Vertical slowly turned her head towards him, her lips pressed together in a tight straight line. B’ig knew what she was thinking. “Vertical…”

“i don’t want to see you hurt.”

B’ig frowns. “You said–“

“i know,” she rests her head on her arms. “i know, but this is the only way i know how to go about it without anyone else getting hurt.”

B’ig let out a laugh, but it was filled with neither fun nor joy. His pressed his tightly clenched fists against his thighs. “What about you? How about me? I don’t want you getting hurt either.”

“b’ig–”

“Why do you have to throw your life away? Why is it okay that you die? Is it for the ‘Greater Good’? Why is it up to you to do everything?” 

“i’m not dead, b’ig i’m o–”

“It’s not fair!” he raised his voice. He took a few breaths to calm down. “Vertical, I don’t know what I would do without you, you’re my best friend. ” 

The two of them just sat there for a while.

Finally, Vertical spoke, breaking the silence. 

“in all the years we’ve adventured together, we’ve lost so many.'' Her voice was low and shaky. She recounted the lives of the ones she couldn’t save. “and i can’t quite shake the feeling that it’s my fault. and you, rios, i almost lost you too.”

B’ig sat and listened. Vertical only used his real name when it was important. 

“when elidibus was going to strike me… you jumped in front of me… i felt your body go limp, i felt it grow cold… i wasn’t sure if you were going to make it,” a tear fell down her cheek. “how can i let you take the light? i don’t know any other way to make sure i don’t lose anymore friends other than to do it myself.”

“I’m sorry, Vertical.” B’ig pulled out his handkerchief and wiped Vertical’s tear. B’ig Nunh sat back and exhaled a breath he was holding. He closed his eyes and thought deeply. After a bit, his eyes blinked open. 

“Can’t we do it together?” 

“but–” 

“You don’t want to let me do it. I don’t want to let you do it. No one else here can do it. Isn’t this the best option?” 

“i guess it is,” Vertical sighed and sat up. She smiled her very, very subtle smile. She still would have rather had herself take all the light, but she didn’t see B’ig ever agreeing. At least now, with both of them taking half of the light each instead of its entirety, the effects would hopefully slow, possibly giving the more intelligent members of their party a chance to figure out how to reverse the effects.

[artificialqueens]

🏳️‍🌈 Bianca Doesn't Like Being Touched (Bitney) - BiancaDelRioIsTheBest 

Bianca Del Rio doesn't like being touched, so why does she like it so much when she and Courtney touch each other.

"Rule number 1 broken, never touch me". Bianca joked on stage with an irritated face as Courtney hugged her. "Oh, you don't mind touch that much". Courtney said staring at Bianca lovingly. "Yeah, it's just your touch I hate". Bianca then said, then wrapped her arm around Courtney's waist. Courtney laughed and placed her hand right on Bianca's padded ass, shocking her a little but not enough to have a physical reaction.

Once they finished the show, and were in somewhat of a private space, they got to talking about the show. "Show went well, didn't it?". Courtney asked. "Yeah everything went according to plan, except the part where you grabbed my ass". Bianca said in a jovial tone. "Oh yeah I forgot you hate when I touch you". Courtney said jokingly. "You couldn't control yourself could you?, you whore". Bianca asked. "You liked it, didn't you?". Courtney told her. "Bitch please!, don't flatter yourself". Bianca scoffed. Courtney started walking towards her. "No, go on, admit it, you liked it". Courtney said. "And what makes you think that?". Bianca asked. "All the other times I've ever touched you. Including last night and earlier today, right before the show. I see you tried to cover those". Courtney simply said, pointing out the partially covered hickeys spotting Bianca's neck.

Bianca blushed under her layers of foundation and moved her hand to hide her neck. Courtney caught her hand before it reach its destination. "Don't be embarrassed, I'm proud of my work on you". Courtney said caressing Bianca's torso then kissing her on the cheek and on top of the still sensitive hickeys. Bianca's eyes shuddered close at the feeling. "Oh Courtney!". She moaned, putting her hand on top of Courtney's. "Let's go somewhere private". Courtney suggested, pulling Bianca with her.

Once they were in Courtney's hotel room she instantly had Bianca against the wall in a passionate kiss, with no protest from said queen. Their lips felt like magic against each other. Bianca's eyes rolled in pleasure as Courtney moved from her lips down to the other side of her neck, producing new hickeys on to the sensitive skin. She took hold of Courtney's waist to bring their bodies closer together and held her tightly.

Courtney stopped her movement and looked directly into Bianca's glazed over eyes. "You want it badly, don't you pussyface?". Courtney asked. "Yes, I want it bad, I want those lips all over me". Bianca responded and kissed her lips.

Courtney got on her knees, lifted the ends of Bianca's dress, opened Bianca's bodysuit, then peeled her tights off. Which revealed Bianca's erection behind her underwear. She palmed the other queen through that one layer and watched as her eyes rolled back. She then took off said fabric and took hold of Bianca's shaft and stroked her hand up and down as she listened to her breathing get faster.

Courtney licked her lips and took Bianca into her mouth. Moving her tongue and lips against the hard member in slow ministrations, still stroking with her hands.

Bianca was losing her mind as Courtney slid her lips around her cock, sliding her tongue and sucking in such a way that Bianca was struggling to remember to hold her dress out of the way. Bianca started to breathe heavier as Courtney moved around her faster. Sucking the precum out and on to her own tongue. Squeezing around her cock nice enough to make her want Courtney to never stop.

And Courtney didn't stop, she kept going until Bianca finally came with a sharp cry.

Bianca kept her eyes closed and stroked Courtney's blonde wig. Courtney stood up and said, "what do you wanna do now?". "Well, I have to reciprocate the gesture, don't I ?". Bianca said, replacing her hands on the other queens waist and moving her towards the hotel bed. After Courtney was sat on the bed, Bianca knelt down and started to unbutton her shorts. She released Courtney's hard on and immediately took her into her mouth. Courtney eyes closed as Bianca's lips moved around her cock, she stroked the blonde curls of Bianca's wig and watched as she attempted to take Courtney down her throat, she got most of it in and stroked the rest as she swallowed around her cock.

"Oh Bianca!". Courtney moaned. Bianca looked up at her, doe eyed, eyes watering, liner starting to stream down her face. Bianca pulled off and layed her head on Courtney's thigh, still stroking her. "I need you Courtney, I can't hold out any longer". Bianca whimpered. "Tell me what you want, pussyface, and I'll give it to you". Courtney told Bianca. Bianca lifted her head up to Courtney's ear, "I need you inside me, Courtney". She said in a deep whisper that sent chills down Courtney's spine. "Get on my lap, sweetheart". She then instructed Bianca, kissing her lips after.

Bianca quickly straddled Courtney legs, moving her dress out the way. Courtney reached into the drawer next to her to retrieve a small bottle of lube. She put some lube on her fingers and moved her hand under the swaths of red fabric and started to prep her hole, to which Bianca shuddered. "Still stretched from earlier aren't you". Courtney teased. Bianca moaned between closed lips. After Courtney thought Bianca was prepped enough, she lubed up her own shaft and set Bianca on top of her.

Bianca breathed out sharply as Courtney stretched her wider with her shaft. Courtney thrusted into Bianca steadily, hands moving to Bianca hips to move her along to the thrusts. "Oh my god". Bianca moaned as she rode Courtney. Courtney hands traveled up her dress and Courtney held on to Bianca's ass to guide her movement. Bianca gasped at the feeling of being touched so intimately her head fell into the crook of Courtney's neck, biting her lip to keep her sound under control.

"Oh Bianca, I love touching you, I love how sensitive you get when I touch you". Courtney whispered to Bianca, reaching in between the 2 of them to stroke her hard on as she fucked her even faster. "Ohh! Fuck!". Bianca swore in pleasure as the pace increased and as she was being stroked. Bianca was breathing heavily as Courtney continued her movement and hit a sensitive spot inside of her, and with the pleasure she was feeling, Bianca couldn't keep quiet anymore. "Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!". Bianca whimpered into Courtney's ear, pressing herself closer to the other queen.

Courtney held on to Bianca tightly as they grinded into each other, Bianca hard against her and Courtney hard inside her. Courtney moved to kiss Bianca's jaw to which Bianca welcomed entirely. Courtney increased her pace, which made Bianca thrust her head backwards and thrust her hips forward. "Ohh! My god! I'm gonna lose my mind doing this shit!". Bianca yelled in ecstacy as Courtney thrusted fast and hard into her. Bianca didn't even bother to try to stay quiet. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh My God!". She chanted, getting louder each time. Her eyes started to water more as she found herself getting closer to the edge.

"Court, I'm can't keep going much longer". Bianca said to the other queen. Courtney felt Bianca clench around her and could fell her trying to move faster against her, trying to chase her orgasm. Courtney started to stroke Bianca's cock faster. "Oh really, you want me to make you cum again, pussyface". Courtney asked as Bianca's eyes rolled backwards at the feeling. "Oh yes! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! ". Bianca chanted, begging for Courtney to finish her again, voice getting more and more desperate.

With only a few more thrusts Bianca and Courtney came at the same time, with a fairly loud cry from Bianca as her second climax hit her. Courtney thrusted hard 3 more times to help them ride out their orgasms. Bianca placed her head on Courtney's shoulder as they tried to even out their breathing. After a moment of peaceful silence Courtney eventually spoke up. "You know, we'll have to get cleaned up at some point". She said. "I know, let's just stay like this for a little". Bianca says before lifting her head up to kiss Courtney on the lips one more time.

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