#two conversations with them and then decided this was ‘better’

[1-800-imagines]

situationship |jack abbot|

content warnings: age gap, jack calls reader kiddo, mostly platonic

“what the hell even IS a situationship?” dr. abbot said, looking across the trauma bed from you. the two of you were working up an unconscious patient and he had decided now would be the perfect time to ask about a term he’d heard you use when talking to dana.

you fake gasped, “wow, dr. abbot, spying on my private conversations with dana?”

abbot shrugged, “what can i say? especially when you’re obviously upset about something.” your face fell, your jokes as a coping mechanism only worked so far but he had clocked you. it was like him bringing it back up had launched you into what had happened right before your shift. abbot noticed immediately how your demeanor shifted and frowned, but opted not to say anything else.

you continued to work in silence, only calling out what was medically necessary and once you had the patient started on the treatment, you turned on your heel to leave for the break room. somewhere. you just wanted quiet.

once you were slightly alone, you sunk to the floor, the reality of everything hitting you again, tears spilled down your face as much as you tried to stop them. you hated bringing in outside feelings to work but it wasn’t your fault that you got dumped right before your shift.

the door opened and you sat, with your head buried in your hands, you didn’t care who it was. but what you didn’t expect was a body to slide down next to you and sit. “did i upset you that much, kiddo?”

you looked up from your hands and frowned, “no, it wasn’t you.” you said softly.

jack reached over and rubbed your back a little. you had such a huge crush on the man that in normal situations your heart would be doing backflips. “i wouldn’t have asked if i had known it would have made you this upset.” he said, rubbing little circles.

you nodded, “i know.”

“so, who do i have to kill?”

this made you smile a little and you leaned into him. and it was there that you explained the intricacies of what a situationship was and how you had been ‘single’ but not really and how the guy had ended it abruptly and blocked you. “and it happened 20 minutes before i came in. dana saw me upset and asked.” he nodded as you spoke, taking in every word, “but at least she knew what a situationship is. unlike you, old man.” you said with a small smile.

“there she is!” jack smiled, he nudged you, “but nah, guy sounds like a loser. you deserve better than that. you’re a great girl.”

you sighed and rested your head back on his shoulder. “he didn’t seem to think so.” you frowned.

“why would you want to be with a guy that can’t make you his girlfriend? he’d be so lucky to have you.” he shook his head, “don’t sweat it. you’ll find someone amazing.”

you honestly hoped that someone amazing was sitting on the floor right next to you, but for now, your friendship was enough for the two of you.

[towasdandelion]

what if confession texts with the ghouls 👉👈👉👈 and how they/reader confessed ISJDJSKSJDJSJK and maybe with pookie wookie romeo BUT NO PRESSURE TAKE UR TIME /GEN SJDJSJKDJS TY IN ADVANCE I LOVE UR TEXT MSG POSTS SOSOSOSO MUCH 😭😭🩷🩷

I'm glad you like my posts (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I was planning to do something like that sooner or later hehe, for now let's go with the scenario where you're the one confessing! Hope you like it (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Sinostra and Vagastrom ghouls when you confess to them

Romeo? Well.. his pride says "I'm not surprised" but his heart and his head are a mess. He paces around the room. Will literally take him minutes to text back, typing then erasing every message, his finger always just hovering over the 'send' button. He feels kind of.. embarrassed. How dare you make him feel like some fool? And confessing to him instead of waiting for him to do so? The audacity!! Deep, deep down he's happy though. He's happy he didn't have to be the one to say those awkward words first. And honestly it's for the better because his confession would be probably a text saying "Don't you ever dare to die!" Or something like that..

Ritsu, our calm and collected gentleman! Or so it seems. To be honest he got exactly what you meant. But just in case he got the wrong idea he decides to play it safe. He feels incredibly relieved once it turns out you're in love with him too.. because being business partners just wasn't enough for him. Don't be fooled though. Behind that calm mask of his there is a blushy Ritsu who can barely keep a straight face while sitting in the library. Must. Upkeep. The reputation. He quickly gathers his things before leaving the building in a hurry to get some fresh air. He then sits down on the nearest bench, takes out his notebook and begins writing everything he wants to say once you two meet.

Taiga loves playing games. Any games. Well, he didn't exactly expect to fall for anyone but since it happened, he's just going to roll with it. Grins to himself when he reads your message. So you finally found the courage huh. How did he know you're in love with him? Don't ask me, it's Taiga. He feels a rush of excitement as the conversation goes on, already imagining the look on your face when he takes you in his arms first thing when you meet up. After the text exchange he won't be able to sleep anymore. He will lazily stroll around Sinostra with a grin on his face that scares pretty much everyone who sees him.

Leo. Things were going well. So well. You just confessed and the ball was now in his hands. And what does he do? Makes himself look pathetic. The texts were obviously meant for Sho. He immediately deletes them. But it's too late. He throws his phone on the bed before grabbing a pillow and letting out a dramatic scream. Will probably avoid you for like a week out of embarrassment. Try to make fun of him and he'll gaslight the shit out of you. What messages?? What are you talking about??? He's so desperate he will even try to twist the situation, laughing that you probably dream about it. At this point just grab his face and kiss him. Trust me, it will work like a charm.

Sho's eyes widen. What was meant as a joke, actually turned out to be true. You just confessed to him. He's stunned, but it only lasts a moment. This is the perfect opportunity to mess with you a little. Not to upset you, just to see if you know that he likes you too. You don't huh? Well that only gives him more of a reason to tease you. Will kind of panic after the exchange though.. hoping he didn't take it too far. Will patiently wait to see if you show up. If you do, you can count on a lot of teasing smiles and subtle touches before he actually says that he likes you too.

Alan doesn't want to believe his luck. You really like him. And not just that. You like him more than a friend. He sighs deeply, thinking what he should reply. He obviously doesn't want to reject you. But he thinks you really do deserve someone better than him. He feels bad about accepting your feelings, even after you reassure him. It might take him a while to process this. The actual conversation will happen after a week or so, with him asking if you're sure of this. Please do take your time to reassure him that he's the one for you.

[levissslutt]

Mr. Officer pt 2 ;)

It had been a week since Offer Fatu pulled you over, sitting on your bed you held your phone in your hand debating on calling him.

The two of you had been texting about any and everything since that night, casual conversations, getting to know each other, it was refreshing honestly, not having to force a conversation or beg him to talk to you, it just came naturally.

Apart of you wondered if he was only interested in fucking, but then again he really could’ve fucked you that night if he really wanted to, so nonetheless you called him.

One, two, three rings.

“Wassup lil mama.”

His voice came through the phone smooth and deep.

“Hey Officer Fatu.”

He chuckled lightly on the other end.

“Yo ass better stop playing, what you got going on tonight.”

“Not shit that’s why I called you, tryna chill ?”

“Hell yea, what you got in mind ? A movie or sum.”

You shook your head knowing damn well a movie was the last thing y’all was about to do.

“Yea that’s cool, you want to get a bottle too?”

You could hear the smile on his face.

“Now you speaking my language, send yo addy imma be there in a few.”

-

You spent the next couple of hours straightening up your apartment, because lord knows in guy time “imma be there in a few”, really meant “imma be there prolly by the end of the day or tomorrow.”

A light knock on your door, had you jumping out your skin.

"Of fucking course he would show up and not let me know he was on the way."

Grey sweats hung low on your hips, with a spaghetti strapped tank top, a chill in the house fit, nothing crazy.

When you opened the door his eyes immediately landed on your chest.

"Ian see those before."

Rolling your eyes you pulled him in, shutting the door.

"That's cause I had on a bra."

He raised his eyebrow at you as he kicked his shoes off, " no bra huh."

"Don't be creepy we just chillin...for now."

He grinned wickedly, plopping down on your couch.

"You absolutely right about that."

-

As the night went on the tension loosened allowing drinks and jokes to flow with ease. The two of you had migrated to the balcony, watching the last of the daylight fade away. Your legs were draped over his, his hands resting on your knees.

"So tell me about that ex of yours, why he had you damn near bout to crash out."

Sighing you cocked your neck in his direction, "he cheated I told you that."

"Yea but why."

You looked at him in disbelief.

"The fuck if I knew, why is the sky blue, why do cars run on gas, why do professors give out assignments and then complain about grading them why the fuck do people cheat on they partners when they could've just left them alone, the world may never know."

His hand lifted, bringing the glass of dark liquid to his lips, his eyes holding a bit too much amusement for your liking.

"Aight then ma, Ian mean it like that, I guess I meant there must have been signs, is there a reason you aint protect yourself and dip?"

You pondered for a second, because he was right, there were signs, too many, and you let them slide, twice, like a fucking idiot.

Your eyes got glossy for a brief second. You sucked them tears right back in your eyes because there was no way in hell you were about to cry over that fuck nigga. His loss.

Josh had noticed the look on your face just briefly, not saying anything, he took another sip of his drink, patiently waiting for you to vent.

-

He just knew you was something special the second he laid eyes on you. That night he rounded the car fully expecting to be greeted with some cocky white kid, instead there you were, sitting all pretty like you wasn't driving like a hood nigga on the run.

He hated how you look, eyes red and puffy, face streaked with tears, small golden dress hiked up, heels off. He froze for a second he he knew you caught it too. All his morals went out the window the more the two of you interacted.

And now here he was listening to you vent about how some young dude broke your heart.

He had already decided even before coming over to your place that he was going to make you his.

"You was too good for him and he knew it, he did what he could to try and break you down, men do that when we know we lost, we can't have it? No one will."

You nodded, bringing your own glass to your lips. You knew that though, you knew all too well how he was and you allowed him to play you anyways and that's what hurt the most, the disappointment in failing your self.

"But fuck that nigga for real, Imma get over it."

Offcer. Fatu smiled at you.

"There it go."

"Where what go."

"That fire in your eyes, it simmers just beneath the surface. I can see it through the tears, through that mask you got on, I see that shit ma, and Im ready for it."

You stomach flip flopped at his comment. This man was reading you for filth, but in a good way. He shifted eventually pulling you on top of him, bodies facing the city. The night was coming alive, and even though you were up here alone with Josh, you felt the electricity.

His hand roamed your body, holding you close. His hand suddenly, wrapped around the back of your neck, yanking you backwards into his chest and whispered in your ear.

"You have no idea how good you look right now baby."

His free hand slipping past your sweats, he found your clit with ease, expertly moving his fingers up and down. He left small kisses on your shoulder watching the way your body responded to him with hooded eyes.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth to taste you.

"Mhm still as sweet as I remember."

He had complete control over you, jelly in his hands. He wasted no time pulling his hard cock out , teasing your entrance before sinking you down onto it.

You hissed at his size, eyes watering, you had never taken someone this big, and it fucking hurt like hell in the most delicious way.

He took his time moving slow and steady, making sure you were comfortable. With each stroke you relaxed for him more and more, until he found a steady pace he liked, the soft pat of skin was being drawn out by city night below you.

You held on to his forearm as his pace picked up, your body leaning into his.

"You ok baby?"

You nodded, your walls clenching around him. His hands held you under your knees and picked you up.

"Joshh fuck people might see us." You whined out.

"I don't give a fuck, let them, let them see how im fucking this pretty pussy."

Your body was giving away to the pleasure, the man holding you up grunting slightly with each movement. Hips snapping into you at this point. He put you on your feet, hands gripping the railing as he held one leg straight in the air, fucking you into oblivion.

His hand yet again wrapped around your neck.

"All that moaning and Ion hear my name, let yo neighbors know who stopped by tonight."

He was fucking you hard at this point, his pace and grip on you relentless.

"Joshh, you fucking me so good fuckk."

"Uhuh keep talking to me girl I love that shit."

"Fuck fuck fuck Josh don't stop."

A hard slap came down on your rear, as he put your leg down, his hands gripping your hips almost punishingly.

Any person walking by could look up and see you getting railed. And the thought of that almost got you off, almost.

But of course it was Josh in the end, shifting his hips in a way that kissed your g spot perfectly, screaming his name now your walls clenched on him as you came.

Coming completely undone in his hands , but he couldnt get enough, practically fucking you through the rail you were gripping onto.

"This pussy is mine girl, you so wet for me baby gah damn." "You like this shit huh."

You could feel him filling you up, talking himself through his nut.

His hips stuttered once more before flinging you over his shoulder.

"Oh my god put me down, I can walk." You squealed.

He answered with a smack on your ass.

"That's cute, you think Im done witcho ass."

Before you could protest he threw you onto the same couch the night started on, spreading your legs wide and throwing your knees over his shoulder.

His mouth watered like he was looking at a pot of honey, practically drooling.

"Look at this shit, so pretty, so sweet."

He kissed the inside of your thigh, and then the other side before attaching his mouth to your soaked cunt, his hands holding you down by your thighs as he ate you out.

His beard tickling your ass as he continued, enjoying every second.

Your neighbors definitely knew his name now, the way he had you a mess on your own couch, his grills scraping your skin in the best way, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

His lips did not leave yours until you came, walls clenching around nothing as he lapped up every bit of you.

He wasted no time, flipping you over on the couch, now resting on your knees, hands on the back of the couch, but Josh had other plans.

"Stay like that for a second pretty girl."

You tried to crane your neck slightly to watch him walk away only for your head to be pushed back into the back of the couch.

"I said fucking stay girl, don't move."

His aggressiveness shocked you, but you obeyed.

You could hear the clinking sound of metal as he returned, it didn't take long for you to realize what was happening, because you soon heard the rapid clicking noise of his cuffs loosening.

"Put your hands behind your back, this what I should've did the other night, but Imma teach yo ass a different lesson, and don't you dare try to run."

Your face was flushed an angry shade of red, not from his words or the fact that he was about to cuff you- it flushed cause you liked it, you didn't want him to stop. You never been handled like this before, it was new territory you've yet to discover and oh boy where you living for every second.

Your face buried in the couch, arms now resting behind your back and Joshua clamped down the cold metal on your wrist. The rapid sound of the clicking was all you could hear, over the faint stereo playing in your room.

"Run and see what happens." He growled.

You weren't about to test him, wasn't like you could move much anyways. Handcuffed like a criminal and he had his left hand on your hip, right wrapped around your neck like jewelry, with his tatted leg propped up on your couch.

He aligned himself with you, sinking in inch by inch.

"Fuck girl this shit- fuck right her is perfect, so fucking wet baby."

His tip kissed your spot almost instantly. He had learned the way your body responded to him that fast.

Your brain was foggy, voice strained and whiney, and he was loving very second of it.

"Officer Im sorry- I won't do it again."

He chuckled darkly, his cock twitched inside of you, his relentless pace not faltering for a second.

"I bet you won't, you fucking slut, letting a cop fuck you like this in yo house, I bet you would've taken me just like this on the side of the road huh?"

His hips glitched, pounding into you like he owed you rent.

Your were certain you'd have bruises left behind because of him, the thought making you even more aroused.

The stubbornness in you wanted to take back just an ounce of control, but how when he had you pinned.

A thought popped into your head, a wicked one that might be a bad one but fuck it, yolo right ?

You leaned forward the best way you could, hooking your feet around his knees, locking him in your grasp. He technically still had control but your actions, had his pace getting sloppy and feral.

"Im finna nut in you- fuck ma - keep playing."

"Please please Josh I need it now."

His hips stuttered, breathe shagged, as he came, deep inside of you, and you felt it. Every bit of him.

As the two of you came down from your high, to your surprise he didn't remove the cuffs but instead flipped you over his shoulder, again, in the direction of your bedroom.

"Finna mark you as mine in every fucking room you got."

-

By the morning you had came more times than you could remember, body littered in love marks, and he still had not taken off the cuffs. Looking over, you saw the man responsible for it sprawled out on his stomach, one arm and leg hanging off the bed.

You smiled at the sight.

"He tore my ass up from the balcony to my bedroom and got the nerve to be sprawled out in my shit like this."

To your surprise he answered you.

"Girl I was doing all the work, besides I was just resting my eyes."

His voice was full of sleep and deep, rumbling your bones.

"Right right, but uh can you take these cuffs off me now."

"Nah your punishment aint over yet."

It sounded like a threat, but the way you grinned ear to ear had him sitting up in the bed now, eyebrows raised at your expression.

" Fuck you smiling for."

"Well come punish me then Mr. Officer."

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[didyoulookforme]

smutty thoughts you say… how about gmam Matty with the band and girlie sitting at table during an event, but he brought a date. Him and his date are holding hands on the table but under the table he’s got his hand riding up girlie’s leg 🤓 maybe they excuse themselves to the bathroom at the same time coincidentally idk… :)

love u b!

you are at a restaurant, sitting at a round booth with george and adam prior to the night’s gig. you’re having a lovely time hanging out with them, drinking a delicious cocktail. all until you see matty walking towards the table, which wouldn’t be so bad but it just so happens there’s a pretty girl tucked under his arm. and to make matters worse, he slides in to sit besides you, not even making an effort to acknowledge your presence because of course he’s not. funny to think how he’d cum in your mouth the night prior and now it’s like you don’t exist anymore. matty acting all sweet towards the other woman, nuzzling his face into her neck and very openly holding her hand on the table.

you tip your glass to hide the way your jaw tightens but silently choke on the liquid as his hand rests on your knee. matty’s not even looking at you, pretending like all his attention is on the conversation with his date and george.

you cannot even focus on the words coming out of their mouths anymore because his hand keeps inching higher and higher up your thigh. and to be honest, a big part of you is living for the fact that some of his attention is still on you, even if it’s under the table, his thumb rubbing small circles, setting your skin on fire.

not once do you look at him, trying your best to not show how his actions affect you. but when his pinky brushes against your cunt, there’s no denying he notices how drenched you are as he squeezes your leg in return. and he doesn’t even hesitate to keep rubbing his finger up and down, making you finally grab his hand, but not to stop, but to place it fully on your core so you can at least try and get some sort of relief. obviously his hand goes still, not giving you the pleasure you crave which is so fucking like him. always on his terms and never allowing you to take the lead.

thus you decide that’s enough, tearing his hand away and that’s when he finally looks at you, in disbelief that you’re not giving fully in. you excuse yourself to the bathroom because there’s no fucking way you can sit there for one more second pretending like you give a fuck about whatever his date is talking about while he nearly fingers you only two feet away from her.

you make it to the bathroom and thank god it’s a private one, so you can wallow in silence trying to keep your head on straight because you still can’t believe you’re in love with your boss. the same person who you sleep with yet he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he also does so with other people. also the same man who just so happens to be softly knocking on the door, calling your name because he obviously knows you’re hiding inside.

“come on, darlin.”

you don’t move or answer.

“‘m sorry, okay?”

it’s all a fucking lie because you’ve heard the same exact words previous nights when he shows up late—or not at all.

yet, you cannot help when the thudding on your chest and the pressure between your thighs override any common sense left inside that brain of yours. so you open the door to let him in, matty looking to his sides before finally committing to share the same space because you’re always the afterthought.

you wish with every cell in your body that you could hate him. but that’s impossible as you lose any conviction the second his hands are on you, pulling you close to kiss, mumbling the meaningless apologies which you still swallow because having his lips on yours is a thousand times better than knowing he’s in between someone else’s legs.

the kiss becomes all consuming as he presses you into the sink, hooking his arms under your legs to place you on the cold, marble surface. you know there’s no way you can stop now, so you don’t hesitate to reach for his wallet, searching it blindly to find one of the condoms he’s for sure to have. you apologize when the wallet slips through your fingers, its contents spilling across the floor. but he doesn’t even flinch because his focus is getting the tights off your legs, stopping only to slip off your heels before he can finally remove the black nylon from your skin.

you fail to tear the foil open when his fingertips find your cunt, sliding your underwear to the side to gently touch your entrance.

“don’t think we have time to fuck, sweetheart.” there’s slight disappointment in his tone, all to confirmed by the way his lips drop. “doesn’t meant i can’t have you though.” he licks the very tip of your nose so you look up at him. “right?”

your lids shut. you do so because you don’t want to see the proud grin break across his face when you eagerly nod that, yes, matty can do anything to you. even if you still smell the spicy undertones of her perfume lingering on his skin.

“you’re still the best girl, y’know that.” he kisses you gently. once, twice, three times. “my best girl, okay?”

you nod again and he finally takes pity on you, kissing you deeply as his fingers dip inside your cunt, not missing a beat to start moving at a rapid pace that is sure to make you cum faster than you’d like. it doesn’t take long for him to find that spot that makes you lightheaded, pressing deliciously each time to bring you closer to the edge.

it’s probably been minutes since you took a proper breath. but you can’t stop because if you break away from his mouth you’re pretty sure half of the restaurant will hear you fall apart. you making out is the only reason no one has come knocked at the door yet.

unfortunately your guilty heart can’t help but wonder what his other girl is doing right now. is she patiently waiting for him? most likely. is she looking for him? maybe. does she suspect he’s finger fucking you so deep you’re so close to coming all over his hand? you certainly hope so.

and it’s as if he reads your mind.

“you gotta finish soon, baby.”

his hand somehow moves faster.

“can you do that?”

it doesn’t even take ten more seconds before you’re uncontrollably breaking apart in front of him, making you whine as he finally circles your neglected clit. and you’re positive there’s now a metallic taste on your tongue from tugging down on his lip.

you shudder as he pulls away to shamelessly suck his fingers clean, praising your taste, every now and then glancing over as you sit there attempting to catch your breath. when he’s done, his mouth finds yours again because he knows you enjoy your sweetness, making you wish that your cum was the only one he was allowed to savour.

when did you even bury your fingers in his curls? you untangle them free and notice you still have the unused condom in your palm. it makes you smirk when you remember the reason you forgot about it in the first place is because his fingers were working you so good. his eyes follow as you tuck the crumpled packet into your bra, callused hands cupping your face to cover you in dozens of pecks.

“does that mean you wanna stop by my room later?” he rests his forehead on yours as he pulls your thong back into place.

“you’re full of yourself.”

“don’t hear you complaining. think you like being so too.” he gives you one last kiss before kneeling to collect the cards and photos that slipped out of his wallet. pretty sure one was a polaroid of you which belongs on the bus fridge collage. but perhaps it was only your brain imagining things.

yeah. most likely.

you step down and slide on your shoes, attempting to smooth the wrinkles of your dress as you turn to look at the mirror.

it’s not too bad. no one will notice.

only george and adam immediately know as you approach not wearing the black tights that covered your legs less than ten minute ago. and it takes her only a bit longer to put two and two together when matty comes back and his hair is messier, lips candy bruised red. both of you still not saying a single word to each other but wearing similar pleased fucked out smiles that don’t hide anything at all.

[setmeatopthepyre]

Bucktommy and sharing a dessert 🩷

(@ambernotember)

I know I sent you a tidbit of something that was going to be for this prompt fill but I decided to use that for something else so here is something completely different! oops another au. went for strangers on the road from this poll though if I ever end up writing more I may add the other winner too. I've been yelling at @trombonechurchill about my desire to write something medieval-ish ever since I saw this gorgeous artwork by @chimneyz, though also very much based on my own fencing experience and desire to write homoerotic swordfighting. of which there is tragically none in this ficlet. but it's the thought that counts. gonna call this sweetmeats au just in case I decide to return to it

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sharing a dessert [bucktommy | 620 words]

The young knight has the sleeves of his undershirt rolled up, tendons shifting in strong forearms as he pokes and prods at the coals of the fire, getting them to spread evenly.

“You’re planning to cook?” Tommy inquires, his resolution to only engage in conversation for the sake of acquiring news quickly forgotten. Sure, the man doesn’t appear to be traveling particularly light, but neither has Tommy spotted any fresh game on him that would require preparation.

Blue eyes blink up at him, contrasted by bright splashes of pink high on the man’s cheeks from the fire’s heat. It’s a very pleasing look on him. Tommy decides he won’t notice such things going forward.

He fails at that, too, when the knight smiles at him, cheeks dimpling sweetly.

“Not cook, exactly, but I have some hand pies that taste much better warmed. Would you want one?” With that, he produces a bundle from the satchel behind him and unwraps the waxed cloth, showing Tommy its contents: flaky dough brushed generously with egg wash, shining and golden and crisp despite their time packed away. Not the pies one buys at the riverside market, where the dough is just a necessary vessel for the often questionable filling. These were made with care in a home. They look much, much better than the dried provisions Tommy plans to fill his stomach with, the hard bread that he needs to moisten to be able to eat. And here he’d thought his meal would be a luxury since he had wine to wash it down with tonight.

“A kind offer, but unnecessary,” he wills himself to say. There’s no need to be indebted to this stranger if he can help it.

For his part, the knight just glances up at him a moment, then continues on, undeterred. “I have herbelades, as well as sweet pies with apple, if you rather not eat pork,” he says, tilting the wax cloth so that Tommy can better see. “I, uh, made those myself,” he adds as if embarrassed. “I learned it in my lord’s kitchens so I wouldn’t have to go without.”

“You baked these?” Tommy finds himself asking. It’s a disarmingly charming thought, this knight begging his way into some lord or inn’s kitchen to bake sweet apple pastries to eat on his travels. Tommy wonders, not for the first time, who this man’s patron is, what lord would provide for his knights to spend their free time baking in kitchens instead of inflicting their boredom on the local peasantry.

“I did,” the knight confirms. He doesn’t insist Tommy take one or even repeat the offer, but he places three hand pies on the stones by the fire: one of the herbelades, and two of the apple, the dough yellow with saffron and smelling sweetly of cinnamon and cloves and ginger. The scent makes Tommy’s mouth water, his stomach audibly interested, and the knight grins up at him from his place by the fire. “It won’t be but a moment,” he says knowingly.

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” Tommy tries, but he can hear how unconvincing he sounds. He’s always had a weakness for sweets - and for men with even sweeter smiles.

“I insist,” the knight says, and Tommy is unable to argue, is left only to wonder at this strange young knight, traveling alone with satchels laden with pastries that smell like heaven. If Tommy were the kind of man to believe in the fantastical tales the old ladies tell, he would be afraid this man was one of the fair folk come to lure him into the woods with the promise of sweet treats for eternity. Thankfully, he isn’t, and Tommy knows these woods better than anyone.

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thank you @ambernotember <3

[electricbluebutterflies]

kisses on the cheek + abbot/mohan

PG-ish and also on ao3.

Samira has never been a particularly talented liar.

In fairness, she’s never needed to be. She lives a quiet life, and she’s learned how to be tactful while still telling her patients what they need to know – a skill that’s gotten her a reputation, yes, but also the most consistently glowing patient feedback the ER has ever seen – and she doesn’t really…

Fine. So she’d never seen herself as a workplace-romance kind of person. Nobody ever does until it happens to them, right?

Point is, Samira is convinced that a casual entanglement with someone on a different shift who has no formal power over her is ethically fine, and Samira is also convinced that no one else she works with has any idea it’s happening. Samira is correct about one of those things, not both of them.

To her credit, she’s done alright keeping it hidden. She’s been seeing Jack for a few months now, and other than the fact that she stopped picking up random night shifts, she’s pretty sure nothing has changed at work. They’ve always had a comfortable dynamic, she’s convinced herself – she wouldn’t have gone for it and asked him out if she didn’t like the man, and-

Shift change, start of day. She needs to get through today and then she’s supposedly off three in a row – she knows better than to think that’ll actually happen, as far as everyone else here knows she has no personal life, so she’ll get two out of three scheduled days off and that’s still something – and so help her she is going to get through the next twelve hours without crying and-

“See you tonight?”

Correction – Samira is doing what she thinks is a great job keeping her relationship hidden. Her sorta-boyfriend – they have not had the define-the-relationship conversation yet – is barely even trying.

Samira is, and she has been told this by too many people so she knows it’s true, not naturally a confrontational person. Samira is not the kind of person to, say, pick a fight with her partner over something she knows was done with good intentions. This is a line for her, yes, but it’s not a line she’s bothered to bring up before, and-

“Careful. Someone might-“

“They know. They’ve all known for weeks.”

“I thought we were-“

“You really didn’t-“

“No?”

“I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to. You’ve been here long enough, you know the vultures, and-“

“How badly is it going over?”

“Wait, no one’s said anything to you?”

Samira takes a deep breath, steadying herself against the lockers. “No. No one has said anything to me.”

“The vultures must like you. Last night alone I got three different threats of what exactly will happen to me if I even accidentally break your heart and I know for fact all three will follow through and-“

“You’re not planning to break my heart, are you?”

“Wouldn’t dare.”

“Good. I like you.”

If everyone knows, Samira decides – or if enough people know that everyone might as well, which is probably closer to accurate – then she has nothing worth hiding anymore. This is enough to justify her leaning in and kissing her partner’s cheek, nothing that counts as PDA but-

“Surprised how fast you changed your mind on that.”

“Did I mention how any times I’ve gone through the employee handbook to make sure-“

Jack returns the gesture, feathering a few kisses across her face, and there’s just something so playful about their dynamic sometimes and-

“I like you too. Whatever that’s worth.”

She’s pretty sure she’s going to melt into the floor, and this is not ideal timing, and-

“I think I’m okay with other people knowing abut us. I realize I don’t have a choice here, but… don’t tell anyone what I’m like in bed and I’ll get over anything else.”

“Understood. Any other…”

“No? I wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t trust you.”

He takes a heartbeat of a mouth kiss, and when he pulls back he’s got that amused look in his eyes that first got her curious about him, and-

“Go get ‘em.”

“See you when I get off, then. I assume I’m coming over…”

“Yeah. If you still want to.”

“I may end up asleep on your couch, but-“

“Worse ways to spend an evening.”

Not many she can think of offhand – as far as she can tell, that couch was a curse of a wedding present, and Jack’s been widowed for a decade – but…

“See you then.”

[suppose-i-was-worm]

Marzipan Boy part 3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64048147/chapters/165131485

Danny sat in his favorite spot at Beanify, lounging in the perfect picture of indolence. He’d shown up early, and was nervously sipping at his coffee while watching the clock.

Sam and Tucker were sitting outside, enjoying the warm weather and ostensibly keeping an eye out for Tim Drake. They had insisted on coming along, deciding on their own that Danny couldn’t take care of himself.

Danny would remind them that he couldn’t die a second time, but then Sam would get the pinched look on her face and Tucker would start looking soulful.

“Hey sugar, you need another drink?”

Colleen, the sweet barista who clearly wanted to wrap Danny up in an inordinate number of blankets and make him sleep until he’d regained color, swung by with a smile.

“Not yet, Colleen, thanks.”

“Sure, honey. You waiting on someone? I saw Sam and Tucker come in earlier- did they abandon you?”

Danny smiled up at her.

“They’re outside, I didn’t want to third-wheel.”

She nodded and patted his arm as she headed back behind the counter.

“Let me know if you need anything!”

Taking another sip of his coffee, Danny chanced a peek out of the window, only to see his friends standing threateningly over Tim Drake, who looked like he’d been bullied into the patio chair.

Danny shot out of his chair, leaving his coffee on the small table in his mad rush out the door, almost colliding with another young man walking in.

“Hey! What are you two-“

Tucker waved his hand behind his back in a shooing motion.

“Go back inside, Danny, Sam’s threatening his manhood and hasn’t gotten to the good part yet.”

“His- Sam!”

Tim Drake looked surprisingly unbothered by having his manhood threatened- in fact, as soon as he made eye contact with Danny, he grinned.

Danny felt himself flush to the tips of his ears.

~~~

Tim was thrilled. More than- Danny Nightengale was sweet, funny, and hotter than Hades.

Danny was tall- probably about the same height as Jason, and he had a sturdy build- not burly, like Bruce or Jason- a little softer than that. He had dimples when he smiled his small, shy smile, and his blue eyes were almost- almost Kryptonian, with how blue they were.

The streamer’s two friends stayed outside when Tim and Danny went into the coffee shop, and Tim could almost feel their equally bright eyes burning into him the entire time he and Danny were talking.

And then Tim got Danny talking about astronomy, and the other teen literally lit up. Blue eyes became bluer, and the freckles on his soft-looking cheeks glittered like stars.

Definitely a meta, but who was Tim to complain? His best friend was half an alien. Well. A whole half-alien. Anyways.

Astronomy. Maybe Tim could take Danny to the Gotham Observatory for their next date- or, their next outing? Tim would definitely prefer it to be a date, but… Danny’s comfort was his top priority.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve been talking your ears off.”

Danny flushed to the tips of his ears, and Tim felt butterflies flutter around in his stomach.

“No worries, I’ve enjoyed learning new things.”

He smiled at Danny, and the other man flushed even deeper.

“If it makes you feel better, though, I’m happy to change the subject. I’m curious about the mods you use- you’ve mentioned them a few times. I’m interested in game modification myself.”

Danny lifted his left hand, and Tim watched as it trembled visibly.

“I’ve got- um- nerve damage. Tucker fixes the games so that they’re not as sensitive to movements on the controller for my left hand.”

Tim took in the severity of the tremors, as well as the lichtenburg figures lancing from Danny’s palm.

“That makes sense- electrical damage?”

“Yes- I don’t like to talk about it.”

Nodding, Tim took a sip of his coffee, and Danny let his hand fall- he looked uncomfortable, so Tim changed the subject yet again.

“If there was one video game you could play again for the first time, what would you choose?”

Danny lit back up, and the conversation flowed once more.

~~~

Duke squinted at the three individuals leaving the coffeeshop, leaving Tim behind looking smitten. He walked over to his adoptive brother and sat down heavily in the seat Danny Nightengale had vacated.

“They’re not human, any of them.”

Tim looked at him sharply.

“What do you mean?”

“The big one- he had the brightest aura of the three of them, but none of theirs looked human. Maybe they were human once, but not anymore.”

The rest of the gooey look faded from Tim’s face, and he slumped over the table with a groan.

“I thought they might be metas, but non-humans? Not that there’s a problem with them being non-human, but… Did they look like anyone you’ve seen before?”

With a grimace, Duke nodded. He wasn’t sure he wanted to tell Tim who the other person was- Tim was clearly starstruck by the young streamer, and the comparison Duke had was… Not pleasant to hear.

“Lay it on me.”

“Danny Nightengale’s aura looked a lot like Phantasm, the new ghost hero with Robin’s team.”

“So they might be-“

Duke nodded again.

“Constantine said-“

“He did say. Tim, if those three are really ghosts, they’ve got to be extremely powerful, to look so convincingly human.”

Tim groaned again.

~~~

“Father, why are we having a ‘bring your family to work’ day?”

Robin frowned up at Batman, who was currently shepherding him and Red Robin through the halls of the Mount Justice.

“Phantasm suggested it, and, as previously discussed, we are interested in learning more about her. This is an essential information-gathering event.”

“But why am I bringing the two of you?”

“I’m working on a case involving beings much like Phantasm, and would like her input. Batman is just being protective.”

Batman grunted, and Robin had to concede. Red Robin presented a good point- even if Robin didn’t know what case the other was working on.

Damian wasn’t entirely sure what to expect of Phantasm’s family member. Phantasm herself looked quite- not normal for ghost standards, maybe, but for human standards. She almost reminded him of a cross between a human and Martian Manhunter. In any case, no matter their appearance, Robin would be professional and not treat them any differently because of their visage.

Batman, Robin, and Red Robin were always early. Phantasm and her companion were earlier- the three Gotham heroes entered the main hall, and Robin was greeted cheerfully by Phantasm from where she lounged.

“Hey Rob! You brought your dad and your brother? Cool! I only brought my dad.”

The young ghost made to hop up, but the much larger ghost she was lounging on wrapped a skeletal arm around her midsection, staring intently at the three from behind Phantasm’s white head.

The bigger ghost was startlingly different from Phantasm in all but coloring. Where his daughter was about the size of a human teenager, with wispy white hair that floated in an invisible wind, he was much larger, towering over the three of them even when seated on the floor.

He was also dissimilar in form- Phantasm looked airy, like the wind would take her away, but still a solid humanoid. Her father was all bones and ice, Phantasm tucked securely into the space between where his ribcage and where a pelvis might be. Where Phantasm had legs, the larger ghost coalesced into a large serpentine tail.

The menace in his gaze would give pause to a lesser being.

“Greetings, father of Phantasm. I am Robin, and this is my brother and father, Red Robin and Batman.”

Phantasm slapped the arm circling her, and it loosened, allowing her to slide out underneath it and land on the floor.

“You’ll scare them, dad!”

A disapproving look appeared briefly on the larger ghost’s sunken face, before the imposing figure sighed and then shrunk down to a less colossal size. He was still large, larger than father, but not quite as threatening.

“Greetings from the Frozen Citadel, Phantom, the Voice of the Crown, is before you.”

Phantom held out his left hand, first to Robin. Damian shook the proffered hand seriously, and then watched as Batman and Red Robin followed suit.

Phantasm beamed, flitting around her father to stand beside Damian.

“I think he likes you guys.”

[el-bibi]

Off limits (last part)│Mick Schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x ocon!reader

word count: 716

A/N: hi everyone! this is the last part on this story, I know it's pretty short, I promise I'll get better with writing. I hope you've liked reading it as much as I liked writing it and thank you against for all the likes!

part one │part two

taglist: @1-of-my-many-obsessions

It had been the little things. The way she tucked her hair behind one ear when she was thinking. The way her laughter cut through a quiet room like light through fog. She wasn’t a fling. He knew that. That was what made it worse.

Angela had grown tired, tired of being treated like a kid. She was twenty four, for God's sake. She had grown up watching boys tiptoe around her because of who her brother was. Nobody looked directly at her. Not for long. Nobody, except Mick.

He saw her. Really saw her.

She caught him watching her while she read on the couch, the firelight dancing across her face. She didn’t look away. Didn’t blush. There was a quiet conversation there, unspoken but understood. The ache of a question they were both afraid to ask out loud.

And Esteban? He had started to notice. Too late.

One night, after the others had gone to sleep, Angela and Mick walked into the kitchen, both their bodies still shaking from the walk outside they had taken. They had gotten closer in the last few days, they had accepted their feelings and decided to give it a try.

"Stop!" She giggled, trying to make some tea as Mick stood behind her, nuzzling his head into her neck. He turned her around and shushed her with a kiss, his cold hands sliding under her sweater and making her shiver. They were having fun, until… Footsteps.

They froze.

Esteban stood in the hallway, jaw clenched, eyes wide. He was in pajama pants and an old hoodie, but there was nothing sleepy about him.

"You're coming in late again," he said, voice tight. "Another walk in the snow?"

Neither of them said anything.

His gaze moved between them, sharp and quick, like glass breaking. "You're like a brother to me, man, how long has this been going on?"

Mick opened his mouth, but it was Angela who answered.

"I'm not a kid, Esteban," she said, stepping forward. "I know what I want."

Esteban laughed, the sound was harsh, bitter. "This isn't about you not being a kid. This is about him. About trust."

"It wasn't planned. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Mick said, pulling away from Angela.

"Except it did happen."

Angela crossed her arms. "You’re acting like I don’t have a say in this."

"I’m acting like my best friend is sneaking around with my sister!" Esteban's voice cracked, rough with betrayal. "You could’ve told me. Both of you."

"We were trying to protect you," Mick said quietly.

Angela’s voice stayed steady. "We were trying to figure it out. Without your shadow hanging over everything."

For a long moment, none of them spoke. The fire popped in the background. The snow kept falling.

Finally, Esteban exhaled. "I need some air," he muttered, grabbing his coat and stepping out into the cold.

Angela sank into a chair. Mick sat beside her, his hand brushing against hers.

"Maybe we ruined everything," he said.

"Maybe. Or maybe this was just the truth coming out."

They didn’t touch. Not really. But their hands stayed close, knuckles barely grazing, like a promise.

Breakfast was awkward the following morning to say the least. When Esteban got downstairs with Flavy, the other couple was goofing around, giggling and stealing kisses. However, it all died down when they saw Esteban.

"I can't pretend I'm okay with this. Not yet." He looked at Mick. "But if this is real, really real, you better not screw it up."

Mick nodded. "I won't."

Angela just looked at her brother. "You don't have to like it. You just have to trust that I know what I'm doing."

Esteban gave her a tired smile, something between defeat and acceptance. "You always did grow up faster than I was ready for."

She reached for him, and for a moment, they stood in the kitchen, siblings again. 

"If he makes you happy, I guess I can't take him away from you." He said, hugging her and nodding gratefully at Mick. 

He would have never expected for his best friend and his little sister to get together, but there they were. And there wasn't really much he could do about it, as long as they were both happy.

The end.

[temis-de-leon]

Pick me boys and MC - Part 1

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x gn!reader, separately)

Pick me girl variant

Main Masterlist

CW: pick me boy behaviour, but Mammon's part has a literal stalker lmao (I got carried away). Jealousy, possesiveness, mentions of marriage, a bit of violence. Mostly fluff, but also cringe

@gayideatraschan not what you offered initially, but you did inspired this <3

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Lucifer

Look handsome and don’t drift away.

Those were the only two requests you had asked from him when you turned the last corner of the hallway and the banquet hall’s doors appeared right before your eyes. There was a high school reunion waiting on the other side and, although you’d never admit how nervous you were out loud, he could still hear the violent pounding of your heart and the shakiness in your breath.

Thankfully, one of the requests was always accomplished without being asked to. Sadly, you were the one who drifted away from his grasp as soon as those rusty metal doors closed after you; one moment he was holding your hand and the next someone was calling your name and making you say hi to everyone willing to recognise you.

It’s not like he’d ever blame you, obviously; especially when you had spent that last week stressing over what to wear, who would be at the party and what to say to them in order to satisfy their curiosity while literally hiding your demons and still giving yourself some credit for your merits. In the end, all you’d decided to tell was that you had been studying Human Relations at a private academy and were now an apprentice under the tutelage of a prestigious scholar. Of course, it was all too vague, but the truth was far too complicated to explain and your audience seemed satisfied with your answers.

But it was now your turn to listen to your former friends, and even some acquaintances, which Lucifer perfectly understood, still, damned it if he wanted at least to know where you were!

The melody of your laugh and your voice teased him, floating in the air and merging with the rest of the noise without giving any clear directions of your exact location. Unfortunately, although superior, your magic was also fused with weaker power sources in the large room; probably green or divination witches, which were incredibly common in modern times.

A long half-hour passed before he finally surrendered and let fate reunite you both again.

You deserved to enjoy your time with your past peers, anyway.

So there he was, mindlessly wandering amongst the crowd with a plastic cup of watered-down wine in his hand. It somehow tasted sour and expired, but there was nothing better at the table and he wouldn’t be the one bringing his own bottle to a gathering where he didn’t know anyone. A couple of strangers had stopped him a few times, sure, but conversations were short and strict; Lucifer never told more than he needed and he never wandered away from what you’d previously agreed upon.

His brother had been your supervisor at the academy and soon you became friends with the whole family, ultimately forming a relationship with him by the end of your first year.

Cute and simple.

Shouldn’t have caused any trouble.

And yet.

And yet.

What he was hearing wasn’t a voice. It was a whine. A pitiful moan. A pathetic show of affection that fell on deaf ears and forced a familiar sadistic smirk out of him.

Behind him, protected by a circle of reluctant listeners, a weasel-looking man hunched over his drink with a pout and a frown. He gestured wildly, shamelessly looking at you with longing and at Lucifer with envy; even when his back was turned, he could tell. Plus, the jealousy and resentment in his words did nothing to keep him discreet.

“I just don’t understand” he was saying, his rant resembling more a childish tantrum than an unwanted opinion. “I mean, they’re so cool and carefree and he looks so boring! They should totally be dating someone else”

“I don’t know, man” answered someone else, clearly trying to keep the peace. “They seem pretty happy to m-…”

“That’s what he wants you to think!” the weasel interrupted them. The others’ chuckles and sighs only seemed to add fuel to the fire. “Yeah, sure, MC’s entitled to date whoever they think it’s best, but he doesn’t love them! It’s obvious! Look, they’re miserable”

Something in the sour speech, Lucifer wasn’t sure of exactly what, irked him the wrong way. He could feel the familiar tingling in his back and his head, hidden limbs begging to be released along with his magic in a demonstration of power, but he liked to think he had always been good at staying calm until the time was due.

And also, it was your moment.

Thankfully, by some sort of miracle, the crowd slowly parted before him and started to form small groups. You were in one of them, talking lively to a pregnant woman. He could see a blush in your cheeks from where he was, the nervous jerk in your movements when the other human pointed at your hand obvious to his trained eyes.

Of course, the Ring of Light.

His chest puffed slightly when you spread your fingers and let the lady gasp in delight. Made out of gold and a small diamond, it probably looked like a wedding or an engagement ring for anyone who didn’t know what it truly was.

“Yeah, dude, they’re crying and everything”

The small group behind him laughed, finally giving him a reason to turn around.

Lucifer was surprised to see the weasel man so quiet, actually expecting him to stomp his feet if his reddened face and bulging eyes were any indication, but quickly pushed down his expectations when he saw him walking in your direction. For what, he wasn’t sure. To be your knight in shining armour? As if you needed one to begin with.

His movements were quick and elegant as he hurried towards the human to stop his heroic stride, but there was nothing graceful in his grasp when he closed his hand over the weasel’s shoulder.

He winced at the pain but kept looking at Lucifer’s dark eyes with fragile self-assurance.

Lucifer snickered, amused.

Cute.

“You don’t deserve MC” he said with a deeper pout, as if Lucifer towering over him and making him bend with the force of his hand was just a slight inconvenience.

He had to give him points for trying, that he had to admit, but his patience was wavering and he really didn’t want to make a scene.

“They don’t deserve you” he finally said, spitting the last word with distaste. Then, he cleaned his hand on the other man’s inappropriate graphic t-shirt and turned around to walk straight towards you.

His smile was calculated, innocence and charm pouring out of him while he shook your friend’s hand, but he knew you knew better.

Good luck getting away from him now.

Mammon

Your stare was fierce, murderous even, but it was difficult not to act bitter when he had been promised a date downtown only to be betrayed by his own partner and the worst older brother in existence.

Falling from the heavens? A mere warning.

Forced to work on club activities for extra credit? Actual divine punishment.

Sure, maybe he had skipped class too many times and perhaps his grades were plummeting at an embarrassing speed, but what else could he do when, even after all those years, Levi was still so careless about his figurines’ safety and a new pawn shop had opened right next to the House of Lamentation? He hadn’t seen so many coins and bills in his hands ever since he sold Asmo’s bath towels to his fans during Valentine’s Day! And that was for sure something else…

Honestly, why couldn’t anyone see that the true one at fault was the owner of the establishment? Mammon was, sadly and simply, a victim of circumstances.

And you? You were a damn traitor. It didn’t matter that you were wearing that cute outfit he bought for you on your birthday or that your jewellery matched his; at the end of the day, your words were empty and he should’ve known as soon as you kissed him good morning earlier.

It was so obvious! Why else would you be awake so early on a Saturday morning?

And why was RAD open on a Saturday to begin with??

He sighed again, louder that time, and made sure to avoid your eyes when you turned to glare at him with an even deeper frown. Before he could think about it though, you apologised to the sad-looking incubus goggling at you and marched straight in Mammon’s direction.

His body tensed and he felt himself shrink, but he made an effort to keep ignoring you as you sat on your heels and grabbed both of his knees to create more space.

“Baby” you cooed sweetly.

He knew better than to trust the welcoming tone.

“Ya better be here to apologise, MC”

He closed his eyes showing an indignant expression, even turning his back on you and crossing his arms over his chest to really drive the point home. Hopefully, you’ll feel guilty enough to regret your actions, kiss him a couple of times and take him out of school for the promised date.

Luck was not on his side that day.

“You wish”

“Oh, c’mon!”

Mammon’s interruption came out as a whine as he let himself sink deeper into the couch before, not even a second later, sitting up straight to point an accusatory finger at you. Your gaze seemed innocent, but he knew you enough to accurately guess how much you were enjoying his suffering.

“We were supposed to be out there shoppin’, not here watchin’ pictures of… yourself!”

“Why, I thought you liked watching my pictures”

You spoke in a low voice, yet he still understood you. Warmth quickly rushed to his face and his hands didn’t waste a moment in covering your mouth, but he could feel your smile under his skin.

“Doncha say those things in the open like that, idiot! Besides, ya know the pictures I like are in my room… These are just super creepy!”

Behind you, the incubus you had been previously talking to was listening with little to no discretion, standing in the middle of the room and talking to no one despite the endless activity surrounding you. His body was slightly turned in your direction, but his eyes were stuck to the floor.

Mammon squirmed in his seat at the shameless eavesdropping. A wave of irritation spread through his body and an uncomfortable weight sat in the pit of his stomach.

“They are… weird” you admitted, getting up only to sit on his leg. Had you been the only ones in the study room he would’ve melted instantly, but there were too many demons around and one of them was seriously getting on his nerves. As if sensing his discomfort, you cradled his face to force eye contact, clearly annoyed at his attitude but also slightly regretful. “But this is my fan club, Mammon. What did you expect they had on the walls? Honestly, I’m surprised you’re not more excited; you know, since you’re so… obsessed with me and everything”

“I am… What-! Obsessed??”

“You’re in love with me, Mammon”

Thankfully, you were merciful enough to sing your teasing in the lowest tone possible, right next to his ear so no one else could hear. Still, he covered up your mouth again like you were shouting profanities.

Laughing cheerfully at his bashfulness, you gave him a quick peck on the cheek and got up.

“We’re almost done here. Act like you’re doing something and then I’ll take you to Majolish and the cinema or wherever else you like. My treat!”

He perked up at your words, immediately jumping away from the couch before walking towards one of the tables. Your giggles followed him with each movement, but he was too stoked to mind.

Finally! Finally, you were getting out of there!

However, he couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed at the situation.

Lucifer, no doubt showing the loving and caring personality that gave him his infamous reputation, knew what he was doing when he made Mammon reach his required semester credits by going to your fan club.

Since it was relatively new, most of their activities revolved around investigating you; your habits, your hobbies, what you liked and disliked, food, school subjects, clothes…  They had newspaper cuts with your interviews, fliers and tickets for events that involved you and, of course, pictures. Taken from your Devilgram account, from the newspaper, from the brothers’ Devilgram accounts and your friends’, but also from real life. Pictures taken behind your back in the Cafeteria and even in class.

It was creepy. It irked him and sent a shiver up his spine.

Compared to the pictures in his walls, taken with that plastic junk you’d bought on the human internet for less than the average minimal wage, the images scattered around the surface of the table in front of him looked like a stalker’s love letter. While Mammon got to wake up every day to your immortalized smile and the priceless memories you’ve made together, the lead photographer in your fan club was clearly hidden behind bushes on at least half of his creations; there were leaf-shaped shadows on the corners of the photos and some of the angles were off, coming from the ground and making a certain part of your body stand out more than the rest.

And look, he knew what his brothers would say- What anyone would say if he complained about this weirdo, but this went way beyond what he felt for you as his partner. The newspaper and the Devilgram stalking, he could understand from a bunch of losers, but the rest? Following you on your way home? Eavesdropping private conversations?

He turned around, searching for the incubus that was becoming too comfortable for his own good, and found him standing right behind you while you talked to some of the other members.

Too close, head tilted down, shamelessly staring where no one but Mammon was supposed to look.

He didn’t realise he was walking until he got there.

Something hot and electric rushed through his body, making the ends of his hair stand out. He felt like an animal ready to pounce, like one of his crows defending their territory, chest puffed out and feathers ruffled.

But it wasn’t the moment, nor the place.

The only reason he was there was because he’d borrowed some toys from Levi, and Lucifer was a miserable demon who couldn’t see anyone around him being happy without convulsing. If Mammon dared to show any sign of ill behaviour while on this… glorified detention, there was no way he’d get out of the staircase and the familiar burn of the rope around his body for a long while.

And he wanted you to have a good time with him, dammit. A date where the both of you could go around town spending some money and, hopefully, kiss a little at the very end.

But he wouldn’t have any of it if he beat some nobody to a bloody pulp.

Ugh.

What a hassle.

“Hey”

A faint touch in his middle section caught his attention. Your hand, dancing over the skin of his clothed hip-bone, brought a teasing chill with its touch. Mammon looked at you with a raised brow. Despite the way you hugged his waist to bring him closer to your embrace, which was nothing short of caring, your eyes were narrowed and filled with suspicion.

“We’ll leave in a minute, okay?” you murmured under your breath, just for him to hear.

However, the weirdo seemed too interested in what you wanted to say. His silhouette moved in the corner of Mammon’s eyes, leaning forward in an effort to capture the meaning of your words, and ultimately managing to trip over his own foot and fall over your back. Unsurprisingly, and as sweet and understanding as always, you just smiled politely and watched as he blushed and stammered some half-assed apologies. The rest of the group only giggled at his clumsiness.

Mammon seethed.

He took a deep breath and stepped away from your side, raising both hands above his head and stretching as much as his body allowed him to. His bones cracked and the hem of his shirt rose up, bringing your eyes to the exposed skin in his tummy.

“All this hard work got you tired?” you chuckled, playfully bumping your hip with his.

He fought the urge to squeeze it, and instead let his arms fall to clasp the incubus nape. The slap echoed across the room, and the noise lowered down almost immediately. His fingers curled around sweaty skin.

“Oh, I’m exhausted, MC” he teased back, sharp nails sinking and making the incubus squirm.

Like clockwork, your gaze changed into one of concern and focused in the weirdo’s direction. You opened your mouth, clearly wanting to ask what was going on, but nothing came out, and Mammon took the opportunity to side hug the demon beside him and forcefully drag him to the doorway.

“Wh-…” he muttered, frantically looking around as Mammon pushed him to the hallway. “Where are we going?”

“Mammon…!”

“I’m taking interest in the club” he shrugged, sporting an unusual innocent voice.

“Mammon” you repeated, sterner that time.

In any other occasion, your crossed arms and your flaring nostrils would’ve had an effect on him, but that day was different.

That day, he had been lied to and bamboozled, forced to stay in a classroom full of needy puppies when he could’ve spent a perfect Saturday dragging you by the hand from one store to another. He was dressed up, looking more handsome than ever, and you looked like a dream, yet the one under his arm was the creepy photographer from your fan club and not you.

No. Today your ire was not enough.

Hiding a smirk behind slender fingers, Mammon winked at you and finally stepped away before closing the door. He knew he’d pay for it in the long run, but he tended to enjoy punishment as long as it came from you.

People called him a masochist for a reason, right?

“What are we doing here?”

Mammon turned, his face expressionless, and stared at the incubus in complete silence. Although the incubus was trying to sound nonchalant and casual, the tremor in his voice was painfully evident and he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. Noticing how interested the Avatar of Greed himself seemed in them, he eventually put them in the pockets of his uniform.

Big mistake.

No way to get rid of Mammon if his hands were tucked away.

So, without losing his stone-cold composure, and faster than the incubus would’ve ever processed, he grabbed his throat and pushed. Pushed, pushed and pushed until all he could feel was muscle, tendons, bones and the cold stone behind them both. It was a miracle that the lower demon didn’t choke when he tried to gulp down his nerves.

It was gratifying, in a sense, feeling the panic coming out of his pores as he pathetically tried to scatter away, kicking his legs and scratching Mammon’s arms.

“You think you’re so smart, doncha?” he murmured, grip seemingly effortless despite lifting the other demon in the air a couple of inches. “Going after my MC, taking pictures and sharing them with the class… Being so good at hiding, you could’ve done so much more, but you stayed there. Why?”

He stayed silent for a couple of seconds, not really expecting an answer. Although the incubus could open his mouth and let out some sounds, there was nearly no air in his lungs to form a sentence.

Still, giving him the illusion of choice was entertaining.

“Thought you could learn enough to make them fall for you?” he ended up saying in the end, already knowing the answer. That time, however, he didn’t wait for anything to happen. He could feel the embarrassed heat from his cheeks. “Just how pathetic are ya, huh?”

He retreated.

The thud of the body falling to the ground wasn’t as satisfying as he hoped it’d be, but seeing the incubus grimacing in pain and blushing with shame did bring some amusement. His teary eyes were the cherry on top.

“You act like a child” he sobbed, glaring at Mammon with defiance despite the pathetic state he was in. “I was studying them, so what? I understand them now. I’d treat them better; make them feel better. Someone like them has to be with someone that gets them. And there’s no one like me…”

His coughs interrupted his little monologue.

Mammon crouched as the other demon cleaned his mouth with a sleeve and fanned himself with a hand, still hot and flustered from almost being suffocated to death.

A part of him, the one with poisoned spines and sharp fangs, wanted to finish the job and come back to you after everything was done. The other part, soft and pliant, yearned for a long deserved date with no hard feelings and no fighting between you.

Still silent, but now smiling, Mammon gently grabbed the demon’s chin and slightly lifted to bring it forward.

“What are you doing?” he asked, horror rooted deep in his voice.

Mammon pursed his lips and tilted his head, teasingly, but there was no humour in his tone when he talked.

“Making sure I don’t forget who you are”

Leviathan

Until he met you, Levi thought there was nothing in the three realms that could compare to the beautiful complexity of what the 2D media offered, less alone be better. The fluid motions in animation, the range of emotions displayed with the simple stroke of a pen, voice actors reaching their limits in an effort to show what the character was feeling… And that was only the technical part. If he started talking about the possible plots, the character developments or the values and lessons thought through anime and manga, then he wouldn’t go to bed for days and he would talk himself to death.

Everything outside of his room was just so… fake. Playing pretend all of the time and rejecting individuality for the sake of fitting in. The same thing everywhere, over and over and over again, predictable and devoid of meaning. Why would anyone settle for that?

However, even someone as strict as him could accept when some specific things were occasionally similarly enjoyable to his lifestyle.

For example, ever since he became your friend, and eventually your boyfriend (thank Lord Diavolo this is inner dialogue, because he would’ve never been able to say that out loud), Levi came to discover that said beautiful complexity was even more beautiful when you were there experiencing it with him.

Daily marathons and gaming sessions became common in your couple activities repertoire. You also exchanged books on the occasion to share opinions, but there was something about sitting in the same room without constantly interacting that made your relationship feel intimate and cared for. He wasn’t talking to you, but you were still absentmindedly playing with his hand while absorbing what you were seeing on the screen; and you were talking to yourself as you brutally decimated the final boss in his newest RPG, but his tail was comfortably wrapped around your leg.

Not needing to repeatedly reassure the existence of your relationship was far more comforting than he could ever put into words.

Today was just further evidence to prove his point.

Hours had passed since dinner ended, yet you both were still awake, eyes glued to different screens in his gaming setup as your characters separately covered the terrain, slayed enemies and healed the rest of the team. He’d chivalrously given you the chair, opting himself for the bean bag, and although his back was killing him and he’d had a sore neck in the morning, there was no way he would let you be so uncomfortable in his presence. Sure, you’d offered to sit on his lap while he sat on the chair, but of course he’d rejected it!! That was too much!!

Anyways…

Back to game.

Normally, you liked to keep your sessions private, especially when you played choice-based games, but this time was different. This time was your first with his online friends: kind strangers he’d met over the years who understood him better than anyone in his own family. Some were other, lower demons, and some were humans who had no idea of who or what he was, yet treated him with the same comradery as an old childhood friend would.

The idea of you meeting them and potentially befriending them as well made him giddy. So giddy, in fact, that he had long gone abandoned his screen to focus on yours.

And you were incredible at it, blending perfectly with his group and working like greased machinery even on survival mode. You knew how to use your character and which were your favourite weapons, annihilating every monster that came in contact with merciless brutality and the tiniest of teasing miles.

He felt like his heart was about to burst from excitement.

And his friends thought so well of you too!

@/mym0mm4demedothis: Make sure to shoot him again MC, I think he still can breathe lmao

@/pigeonsRDgvmnt: Damn, I didn’t even have to grab the controller for this 0-0

@/omegakitten4display: Can you suffocate me?

That last one unnerved him a little bit, but he was well aware of this particular user’s sense of humour; nothing worth worrying or being jealous of. Besides, you’d made sure to kiss him on the cheek extra loud right next to his microphone for everyone to hear and tease him about, so he really didn’t have any reasons to complain.

Except… Well…

Did he, though?

You weren’t especially annoyed about It, but he could see it was slowly getting on your nerves, judging by the way you occasionally rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue. Still, playing hero for you when you were ignoring the problem so gracefully didn’t sit right with him, so Levi stayed silent and let his head rest on your shoulder while he watched you play.

@/grinninManIac: try support next time, mc, itll be easier :)

@/mym0mm4demedothis: Boy, shut up and improve your aim

@/grinninManIac: just offering advice

This wasn’t one of his friends, but rather a friend of a friend of a friend who didn’t have anyone to play with that night. He’d sent countless messages to the groupchat asking for their friendship codes, and at one point you’d felt so much pity for him that your human nature had flourished and your compassion made you immediately offer your code first, pushing the others to do the same.

Levi was sure you were regretting that now, though.

But what did he expect? If you were nice and good to even the scummiest of scum on earth, Mammon, then everyone else was prone to be treated just as sympathetically.

@/TheOvineGOAT: thanks, but I’m good with my main

The response was instant.

@/grinninManIac: r u sure? i can teach you how to use the others

@/TheOvineGOAT: Lev can do that just fine

@/grinninManIac: u can depend on other people, u know ;)

You paused, staring blankly at the screen before quietly turning off your mic and forcing out a gag. Levi was so offended on your behalf that he couldn’t even laugh at your exaggerated disgust.

He opened his mouth, ready to shoot back and defend your superior abilities in the game, but you eagerly took your index finger and shushed him with it. The warmth of your skin and the intimacy of the contact dragged a tiny whimper out of him.

Thankfully, though, the microphone didn’t capture it.

@/mym0mm4demedothis: Teach them?? Do you even know how to play??

@/grinninManIac: i’ll have you know that ive been playin for more than a year, every day, the whole day :)

@/grinninManIac: you could call me an expert haha ;))

@/pigeonsRDgvmnt: How about you put that controller down…  -_-‘

@/omegakitten4display: Suffocate

@/TheOvineGOAT: No need :3

Levi shook his head in disbelief and slight embarrassment. He had been so focused on the conversation that he hadn’t seen what you were doing on the screen: sneaking under the enemies’ radar, stealth mission style, and placing yourself behind the newcomer in his friend group.

Your friend group.

Silently, with a smile so wide it could brighten his days forever, you powered up your ulti and blasted your teammate without mercy, loot falling to the ground and a small penalization for enemy fire appearing in the corner.

A couple of seconds passed in silence where no one in the call talked.

Then, and rather uncontrollably, everyone started laughing. Loud and shamelessly, like a pack of hyenas. No one noticed the new guy leaving the call under all the noise.

@/grinninManIac: u didn’t have to b such a bitch about it >:(

Surprisingly, you just rolled your eyes at the written message before blocking the user. If the crass word bothered you, it didn’t show on your face, and Levi couldn’t do more than stare in awe and blush uncontrollably as you focused on the game again and got ready to forget the whole incident.

His friends continued laughing for a while, applauding your lack of hesitation, and it didn’t take too much before they started teasing him for his sudden silence.

But what could he say?

You leave him speechless.

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Demo 2.0- Elvia run masterpost

I decided to collect all of his reactions, canon-divergences and dynamics with the characters in one big post rather than the several I made for Phlo.

This will contain spoilers below the cut so be warned!

Elvia's backstory is The Unnamed (a fallen oracle), so I will be reviewing how things go in this route. They are romancing Leander and Ais!

Elvia grew up in an isolated temple floating on a lake. Although they were fooled regarding the nature of their curse and groomed to believe they were something divine, they quickly managed to turn things around so that they'd be in an advantageous position within the temple, getting practically everything they wanted. They are a manipulator out of survival.

They are traveling to Eridia alongside Phlomis (The Hound/Exile). The main HC follows their joint perspective.

This is very true for Elvia. They are rather unsettling. Too pretty, too elegant. Something's off.

It is Phlomis that gets gotten by the soulless in any case, Elvia runs towards Eridia while she holds it back and runs into Kuras eventually, whom they beg for help. They're in the clinic with Kuras and Phlomis later on, listening to their conversation.

Not that much though, Elvia's 1'80, he's not that short. I do wish they'd allow us to have MCs that are not constantly described as dainty and short!! On another note, even with the Unnamed background, they seem to have removed the lines that imply we can sense Kuras is a supernatural entity?? Am I just blind? That's strange to me. It was a very nice addition!

When meeting Leander, Phlo wants to stay at the back of the tavern, while Elvia catches a glimpse of him immediately and wants to approach. Elvia is the one to grab Phlomis and make their way past the crowd just to get a better look at this man.

I think that the speech he's giving is particularly inspiring to Elvia. They have been roaming the world for a while, ultimately reaching the conclusion that humanity needs a savior to rescue it from its self-inflicted doom.

Leander's (alleged) kindness and generosity would entrance Elvia. They are so going to use this guy.

I genuinely don't think that Elvia is as ashamed of their curse as standard MC is. They often still use it as proof of their divinity, just something to convince others that they are special. They are rather accepting of the curse, even if they're still trying to get rid of it. Phlomis is more ashamed, but they use it as a defensive weapon. Adeline (my Alchemist) is the closest to default MC, I would say.

Another strange thing to not give us a choice in ngl. Elvia has indeed never been touched before lmao

Just two freaks avidly touching one another's arms in the light of day, in the middle of the street. Nothing to see. They are SO normal.

I think that Elvia sees Leander as their quick ticket to happiness from this very moment. We talk about Leander being really posessive of MC, but I can assure you that Elvia is just as possessive if not more. You're THEIRS now, little bro. Good luck.

Not really applicable to Elvia, considering their shrine is something similar to Hagia Sophia of Constantinople. Elvia is also a classist piece of shit and they'd be sooooo happy to see something as grand as the Senobium!

Let's get you to bed grandpa

Elvia would trust Iris though, unlike Phlomis. I don't think that she would follow her, but Elvia certainly would. They're a little naive. This is why they are the one meeting Ais in the end.

Ocudeus baby...

I love how Phlomis stays guarding the gates to the wasteland and waiting for Elvia, meanwhile Elvia is out here having an Unnamed-specific acid trip LMAOAO

Elvia often pacifies soulless with their curse as a 'divine feat' to shock people into obeying them lmfao. However, being surrounded by multiple of them with some bastard barking orders at them is bound to be a little unnerving.

ALSO

AGAIN WITH THE HEIGHT

ELVIA IS LITERALLY JUST 5 CMS SHORTER THAN AIS PLEASE I BEG

Now you'd love that, wouldn't you Elvia. I love the ''all lies'' thrown in there. Elvia is rather annoyed that their curse didn't work out this way. This little cult leader is still trying to figure out how to maximize people's usefulness.

Elvia being utterly puzzled by Mhin's nature is fascinating to me. It's such a direct contrast with how quickly them and Phlomis seem to understand one another. For the first time in forever, Elvia cannot understand, and that scares them. The lack of control is terrifying.

I think they don't like Mhin very much.

Leander and Ais feuding over buying Elvia a drink is extremely funny to me now, considering that both of them are their routes lmao

Talking about Elvia's dynamics with these guys, I don't think that Vere likes them too much either. They have no issue with him, but Vere does not trust them whatsoever. I think he can tell this one's a devious, slimey worm.

ROUTE TIME-

Leander's

Alright, this is not Elvia lore but rather ME lore, my father used to own a pub. It opened only at night and served mostly alcohol, and this is the most realistic thing I've seen in the entire demo. The barstools and the counters WERE sticky half the time, no matter how much they cleaned them. The alcohol that falls on these surfaces always turns everything into a nightmare lmao. This was so reminiscent of being in the pub helping my father. EW BROTHER

Oh they certainly do miss it a lot. Their assistants, the luxury, the safety, the holiness of it all. Elvia simply seeks to live a peaceful life, that is their deepest desire. I think that Leander can understand.

Well aren't you lovely and kind, Leander! I think that Elvia wouldn't be that unfamiliar with care, considering they've got Phlomis guarding their back at all times, but they would be pleased by Leander's charitative spirit...

Are you sure about that.

Elvia falls in love fast and hard but their idea of love mayyy just be to manipulate you back until you're fully dependent on them Leander. The clash of manipulators will be legendary.

No cause the way Leander keeps saying negative things about the others as soon as you express that you like them....this man's unsettling...

I'm leaning towards 'good' with Kuras. Elvia knows that he's something other than human, they know that he's suspicious inherently, but I don't think that would affect their opinion of him. They're grateful for having been saved.

Vere, Vere... Elvia woulnd't say that he deserved it. Maybe they would, if they knew more about him and considered him faulty, but they don't know enough to pass such harsh judgement.

Part of me also believes that they want to tell Leander they've liked the others because they've already clocked that he's uncomfortable with it lmao.

I puked hey so that's terrifying

Canon Elvia for sure. They're not helpless. They will manhandle him lmao

Still stands I see

No because the fact that he says he's got some information to get you ALONE WITH HIM in YOUR ROOM and then doesn't even give you the information.

I'm disgusted. Elvia won't let this slide either. They ARE having him do their bidding, whether he likes it or not.

Ais'

I think Elvia's dynamic with Ais is one of curiosity. They don't really start on the best of terms, but Elvia knows that Ais is connected to something ancient, something useful. They feel a sort of... envy, regarding Ais. They want a groupmind of their own. They want to be powerful, terrifying, unashamed. They want to be loved, and loathed, and everything in between. Which, by the way,

That's what's happening here. I seriously doubt that Elvia is talking about Princess.

Love the fact that his knuckles are bruised in the sprite as well.

Makes a great deal of sense that Vere is the only one actively calling out Elvia's bullshit then.

I cannot add more images anyway so I'll just leave the rest of my thoughts here.

Elvia's heart beats faster than ever when Ais brings up Ocudeus. That is precisely what they'd felt before. That is what they want. If only they could have that power for themselves, everything would correct itself. They'd fix the world, everybody's faulty sinning hands, everything.

The fact that they'd bite Ais is interesting, as well. I like that in all of their relationships, Elvia is always performing some gesture to let the other know that they are in control. They call the shots, lest you forget.

And that is all...

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𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨

paring: Franco Colapinto × f!reader

summary: you are out for dinner with your boyfriend and his friends, little did you know he got jealous so easly

warning: making out, slight dom!franco, oral sex (f receiving), jealous!franco

author's note: english is not my first language, divider's from @girlonabreak , the spanish phrases are traslated on google translate

After an intense and emotional season for Franco such as the 2024 one, you decided to spend winter break in Argentina, around Franco's family and friends. You two were together for 6 months now and of course you had already met his parents, but there was no time for you to meet his friends as well.

At first you were nervous when Franco suggested going out for dinner to meet his friends, you knew nothing about them, you didn't know if they spoke english, if they were boys or girls or what they were like but even though you were scared at first, you accepted, since you knew Franco would be thrilled to see you meet his friends.

Despite all your worrings the evening turned out way better than you immagined: Franco had a large group of friends, they were all friendly and tried to envolve you in the conversation as much as they could by telling you all Franco's childhood stories like that one time when at 6 he fell into a lake while trying to act cool. You laughed so much at each of those stories and everytime a new story was told Franco was like

"¡Che! ¿Por qué andan contando todas estas historias?" (Hey! Why are you all going around telling all these stories?)

then he hid your face behind your shoulder and blushed in embarassment

The rest of the night passed with Franco's friends asking about your life, about your friends and how you and Franco met. One of them, Mateo, was paying particular attention to you; he asked you questions about your life, and more than once, you caught him staring at you. You didn't mind his little attentions but it looked like Franco did: almost everytime Mateo spoke to you, you felt Franco's hand tighten a bit around your thigh, was he jealous?

To be honest, in 6 months you've been together he was never given the possibility to show his jealousy so, you think maybe this is the reason you've never seen Franco acting like this.

At the end of the night, right when me and Franco were saying our goodbyes, Mateo said

"ella es muy simpática, traela más seguido, Franco" (she is very funny, bring her more often, Franco)

It was a normal phrase, but you could feel Franco's hand becoming suddenly tight around your waist. The ride home was quiet, you didn't even know what to say because you never found yourself in a situation like this.

When you finally arrived at Franco's parents house you went up to your shared room and you started to take off your earrings

"it was a funny evening, no?" you said in a calm tone because his parents were sleeping few rooms away

"yes" only one word but he said it almost with a sad tone

you walked to the corner of the bed where he was sitting and put an arm around his shoulder

"did i do something wrong? Why you became so distant after the dinner?"

"Amor you did nothing wrong, i just didn't like how Mateo looked and spoke to you" he said this lowering his tone and putting his hand on your thigh

"i don't like the thought of someone else having all you attention" as he said this his hand started to trail up your thigh, getting close to your core. As his hand got close to the hem of your skirt he started to leave kisses all along your jaw and neck. You knew where this was leading so you put your hand over his

"Franco we can't, what if your parents hear us?"

"then you'll have to keep quiet amor"

He kissed you like there was no tomorrow, your tongues dancing together as your hands caressed his torso under his shirt. He moved then his mouth to your neck, kissing and biting it, letting out some whimpers and little moans from your red and puffy lips. His trail of kisses got lower and lower until he dropped to his knees at the end of the bed and with a swift motion he took off both your skirt and panties. He spread your legs and put your thighs on his shoulders and gave a first lick bewteen your folds, you threw your head back with an open mouth. He continued to assalt your clit until you put your hand in his hair and started pulling

"Franco please im close" you said with possibly the whinest voice ever, how could he resist such a tempting thing?

He put two fingers inside of your pussy without any warning and started to curve them right at that point. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and let out a loud moan, not caring anymore about his parents. Within seconds you were a twitching mess

"Fran- Franco... oh god... Fran im gonna come"

Suddeny he slowed his movements and you began to writhe even more

"Fran i beg you, let me come" you whimpered with a pornstar-like voice

"Did you like Mateo looking at you tonight?" he asked with a hoarse voice

"what!?" you couldn't believe he was thinking about Mateo right now

"answer me or i won't let you come" and he looked very serious when he said it

"i didn't like it"

"say it again"

"i didn't like how Mateo looked at me, i only like when you look at me"

And with that he retuned to his job to your pussy with a smirk, sucking your clit until you were almost screaming from overstimulation.

Needless to say that the morning after Franco's parents didn't ask anything about the dinner, or wanted to make eye contact with both of you.

[jeagerboomb]

(i really regret not doing this with reblogs because this reply is going to be really long ah i apologize) i decided to switch to reblog format because i dont want to break your eyeballs with a never ending text wall. i hope you dont mind. i really enjoy conversing about this so i want to get all my thoughts out.

That's the thing though, it soo complicated in a way that to me it just didn't need to be. That mechanic could have been left out and the story would have still been solid. Making Eren more evil by implying he played a role in so many horrible events, blaming him for his own trauma in directly (his mom dying was a huge push for him so to turn it around and imply he did it is a choice to say the least).

i guess youre right but you could say that about a lot of things. historia could be removed and the whole story would still be solid but personally i like the decision to add her as i like her character just like i like the time travel stuff because its interesting to me and further serves to represent the cycle. ofc youre allowed to dislike it though. just putting my two cents in. i think what makes him the most sinister and evil is him slaughtering countless innocents in the rumbling and him playing a part in these past events falls much lower on the scale. it doesnt reflect positively on him but the rumbling stained his clothes with way too much blood to make this tiny amount make him any more evil at least in my mind

you are right about eren killing his mother bringing the blame back to him. personally i think its a great representation of how the cycle repeats itself (him contributing to keeping the children/his younger self from leaving the forest which embodies what the rumbling contributes to) and how he became exactly what he hated (which is in response to your point that it doesnt improve the story) but i understand why youre upset with it on the basis that it makes it harder to sympathize with him.

i dont think it blames him (at least not in the series itself) just because aot as a whole doesnt really deal much with blame. a phrase thats constantly reiterated is “i didnt have a choice” or variations of that (multiple of bertholdts lines off the top of my head) when they are the ones directly responsible with eren even granting reiner that reprieve when he originally thought it was reiners fault his mom died. but yes it does make him somewhat responsible for her death and by extension his own trauma.

Making Eren more evil and more sinister just further paints those who suffer from oppression as inherently crazy and that they cause their own problems.

i dont think its very fair to say that this paints oppressed people in a negative light/victim blames them because thats basing this on erens character alone. in this story there are many oppressed people and there are those who turn out good and those who dont which is more realistic anyway. aot is a series that avoids overgeneralization so i definitely dont think this time travel stuff served the purpose of framing every oppressed person as inherently crazy or to blame for their issues. a big part of erens character from the start was the whole “because i was born” thing so there were always other elements to it. the people who stopped eren were oppressed people themselves which goes to give us some variety

I understand your arguments but for me it really would have been better without that element. Just let him be angry and confused and lost. The whole "changing the past" and killing his own mother just makes him a less sympathizable character.

I regularly see people dismiss Eren as a blood thirsty fascist because of that final season. There are ways to make eren a villain and have him start the rumbling without him being a scheming time traveling master manipulator.

season 4 did turn eren into a villain so hes also gonna be a lot harder to sympathize with. by this point the main purpose of his character isnt being sympathetic so him being less sympathetic isnt really an objective issue. the purpose of his character was always meant to be an oppressed turned oppressor which the season carried out fine imo. unless you have examples where the season itself played a part i dont really see how people misunderstanding his character reflects on it. he did become a villain so people overblowing his desire for carnage is only natural in fandom spaces but ive seen people do the very opposite by victimizing him and arguing he had no choice even though he openly admits to wanting this so tbf it does go both ways.

i wouldnt say he was turned into a master manipulator. in fact, thats a point made during his conv with armin at the end. he calls himself an idiot who wrongly aquired immeasurable power and thats why things turned out the way they did. before he confessed he killed his mother he explained that the power of paths was fucking with his head and he was struggling with that. armin even had to grab his hand to calm him down when he explained what he did with his mother as he was becoming distressed. he told ymir that she wasnt a god or a slave but a person and that applies to eren too. hes just a person with a ton of trauma and a very complicated life who wants to experience freedom before he inevitably dies in a couple years while also wanting his friends to live long lives in a world that hates them all.

For me it adds an unnecessary layer that only degrades Eren's character (as in his reputation, perception) without improving the story in any meaningful way.

And I really just find that a lot of choices made in that final season were to derail any progressive messaging it had accidentally built up. In the end it just begs us to sympathize with imperialist, resent revolutionary action and believe that a conversation is more impactful that just dismantling the government.

i might need you to elaborate on how it derails past progressive messaging when weve barely dealt with humans outside the walls collectively in the previous seasons. seeing as the enemies have changed drastically, i feel its only natural that the general message would be affected as well but i cant imagine itd be able to contradict a message formed with entirely different targets. in fact, hanges little storyline with sannes supports the “become what you hate/perpetuate the cycle” concept that erens character carries out and s4 embodies as a whole so its pretty much on track. i wouldnt say aot really expects you to sympathize with anyone. what it does attempt to do is humanize people of all sides because as i said, it avoids overgeneralizing.

the series doesnt try to convey that words are more impactful than dismantling the government (in fact it really does the opposite. violence is much stronger/impactful but using your words is a more valuable method because it holds a chance of breaking the cycle that leads to so much unnecessary bloodshed) erwin was a driving force on the protagonists side in the past seasons and him dismantling the government wasnt portrayed as a negative thing. the yeagerists are portrayed as wrong because they are perpetuating the cycle of oppression by acting just like their oppressors. THAT is whats discouraged - the violence/continuing the cycle. (if ive understand you right as i cant remember any other government related plot points where it was portrayed as bad to interfere)

mikasa and armin drive the “heroic” force and they were perfectly happy when they thought that eren planned on destroying the military bases. what had them turning on him was the fact that he was planning on trampling countless innocent people. mikasa was also okay with him killing tyber but it was the innocent civilians dying that had her tearing up. a reoccurring concept in this show is breaking the cycle of violence and eren was only upholding it. violence is an easy way out and it leads to people being even more reluctant to resort to peaceful measures. the longer youre in the cycle the harder it is to get out of it.

Its a betrayal of Eren, a betrayal of the story and coward move. To me.

the question that influenced erens character was about whether serial killers are born or not so this was always meant to be a plotline regardless of time travel elements and hints were being dropped throughout the series “because i was born”. thats how his character was always going to be so i dont really understand how it could be a betrayal of his character or the story (or a coward move. especially when it tackles more complex concepts rather than staying on the easy side of having a protagonist who is selfless, pure hearted, and easily likeable).

i think theres nothing wrong with liking the other seasons more or hating this one but your claims pertaining to how these things reflect on the series itself and the writing i find myself disagreeing with on an objective basis

rewatching season one of attack on titan and i am again reminded of just how truly terrible the final season was. perhaps this is another case of me not liking the whole idea of faith and destiny driving characters but i truly find the idea that Eren's actions were "out of his control" while simultaneously "his own doing".

I am at the end where he is hesitating to fight Annie and Armin says something particularly provoking, "to rise above our enemies we must abandon our humanity" effectively telling Eren he has to be as ruthless as Annie to win. That he must put aside his humanity and compassion for the greater good. We also see his regret for not ignoring Levi and turning in time to protect the Levi squad. These two moments combine to develop the philosophy that would inevitable cause the rumbling.

Overall, throughout the story we can truly see the anger festering in Eren and pushing him to a point of no return. For me, the true breaking point wasn't even unlocking the past memories but rather seeing the sea. By that point, Eren's sense of reality and understanding of freedom was completely skewed. He spent the story motivated to see the sea, under the impression that that was all that remained. Upon achieving his goal he also learns that is not the truth and there is so much more out there.

From that point onward, Eren lost sight of his goal but maintained that anger and relentless that was instilled into him over the past for seasons. He became a slave to his own rage, detached from his own humanity and unable to cope with the pain he had been grappling with.

more than anything else, we see his comrades suffer due to their own neglect of his psychological needs. continually pushing to the point of breaking over and over again. similarly driven by their own goals but underestimating the toll it had taken upon him.

in the end, death was his only saviour. freeing him from his own mental prison. given Eren the freedom he has always craved. Finally allowing him rest after a decade of fighting.

to reduce all of that development and pain down to some weird convoluted destiny plot is egregious. There was no need for all that time traveling crap, you already had a character whose anger and irrationality was well defined in the story.

but then again, i can see why a japanese manga would not want to imply that oppression and systemic violence can cause grave damage to someone's psyche. that would require a lot of accountability on their part. instead, find a way to blame Eren for his own suffering and destroy your wonder allegory for trauma.

[yuribalisms]

So I answer this phone call, and the lady is like “I’m getting the documentation to approve this” and I’m like oh thank GOD but then she says “I have to order you specific ear plugs that the company approves of :)” and I’m like “wait ear plugs as in to cancel all noise” and she’s like “yes :)” and I’m like “no this was about ear buds or headphones, things being completely silent is just as bad if not worse for my sensory issues” and she gets real quiet and is like “I’m a going to have to talk to your doctor about this then for some more clarification” and I’m like HFDJSIDKJDKDJDK that is what the letter SAIDD it specified ear buds so I can play things that I know help regulate my sensory issues and it also said in the letter to contact my therapist if anyone had more questions why are we even having this conversation are you fucking stupid it’s already been a MONTH since I turned all this in and now I have to wait even fucking longer because no one can read and wants to be as difficult as possible

[utilitycaster]

I think Orym's position here is such a great one to depict, because the reality of any form of political organizing you will find someone who will not budge. This is fundamentally neutral, though someone like this can certainly have a position you find repugnant. It doesn't matter. This is the reality of dealing with that person. If someone will under no circumstances change their position - especially if it's informed by personal experience - that doesn't mean they are a good or bad person or their position is justified or not, but it does mean that to get them on your side, either you will have to find a way to appeal to them, not the other way around, or you will have to move forward without their support.

When encountering someone like this, you can bang your head against the brick wall and tell them about the superiority of your position for as long as you want, but unless you dip into threats and coercion or worse, you really cannot make them do anything they don't want to, no matter how eloquently you speak. There's considerable power in being that person.

(For what it's worth, I think he's perhaps the truest foil to Ludinus in this respect; I believe Ludinus's beliefs to be just as deeply ingrained and immutable. The key difference is that Orym is not in any way responsible for the death of Ludinus's family, or like, Molaesmyr, so when they move into the moral part of the argument instead of simply the blunt reality of unmoving objects, he does have a significant advantage.)

[icewindandboringhorror]

One of the interesting bits of trying to resume working on the game after so long is looking back at my ancient Draft Placeholder versions of an image from 4 yrs ago trying to remember what the hell I meant back then, to hopefully interpret it into some more final (ish..) form of the same thing .. making slow progress lol

[gu6chan]

Not to be dramatic and point fingers but why is it that the worst people with no respect towards art or anything that doesn't involve mindless consumption for "the lore" always have to be drakengard 3 and nier fans. like i don't even try to look and search for things to complain about regarding them but somehow every stupid fucking thing in this fanbase comes back to them