#Ex Husband Wont Come Back

[starlinggirll]

ex-husband!art who...

who... constantly brings you up in any interview, referring to you as 'his girl' but mostly 'my lady'. but he also says 'the mother of my kids'. which is true, but you know better, you know he says that just to make sure everyone knows who you are to him.

who... always visits you and your two little boys. with bug expensive toys for them, and for you? a generous amount of money and a weekly fuck session.

who... fucks you as if you both were still together. might as well be. from breathy 'i love yous' to 'my good girl', regardless of what it is, his touch is as rough and loving as it has always been.

who... almost tried baby trapping you, staying inside of you a little longer than usual before he backed up and pulled out. he knows better than to do that. but he also knows you'll eventually get pregnant with another baby from him. its just a matter of time.

who... takes you and your two little boys to all of his parties. but mostly you. his hand firmly wrapped around your hip as your arms stay wrapped around his neck. and yes he kisses your lips a few times, (more when you both wander to the restroom) but its not like you're both together again!

who... has ordered your boys to always protect you from any man that ever approaches you when he isnt there. it happened once; at the grocery store, a man saw you struggling to get the food on the top shelf, and he generously helped you! but to your sons? they started practically barking at him (incoherent little shouts of you being married). they only stopped when you threatened to take their ipad away.

who... always makes excuses to stay at his—your house whenever he drops the boys off. and when you're done tucking them in, he sneaks into your bed. and you dont even complain, he did buy everything from the house anyway. and you miss him, but you wont tell him that, yet.

who... insisted on enrolling the boys in a school that had tennis as a sport. he isnt too pushy about it, but he definitely wants his sons to learn tennis from a young age.

who... tells you how much he missed you whenever you're both alone in bed. your head on his chest, his hand on the back of your head and the other one rubbing your bare back. "when are you coming back, hm?" or "just get back with me," and while his tone is teasing and annoyingly confident, you know him well enough to recognize the hint of desperation in his voice. know him well enough to know how much he really needs you back in his life.

[riveredmoon]

wanna check out some of my favorites?

body paint by @spearofheaven

honestly i want to say every fic of hers, but let me calm down. this one is possibly one of my favorite suguru fics ever — i come back to it often. and it lowkey inspired me to even start writing for our sugurito!! daya has a ton of other suguru fics (and now a toji series) that are literally gold!

high and horny by @caffine-exe

ciggy writes poly satoru and suguru perfectly!!! this flowed so beautifully and the smut was literally perfect perfect perfect. ciggy’s pegging world domination!!!!!!

get on that train, baby by @shotosjupiter

literally so beautifully written. i have quotes in my google docs from this that i just go back to read over because it was that beautiful! jupiter is also just incredibly lovely and i love them <3

psychic lover by @bluukive

honestly, one of the most creative things i’ve read! the premise is different and the flow between toji and reader was fun to read!!! luu also makes the funniest jjk smaus!!!

shiu drabble by @dog-bimbo

literally come back to this like thrice a week.

unscripted by @karvokr

no words, honestly. the emotions, the smut, the dramaaaaa!!! i love karvo soooo much and they write absolutely beautifully. i will read this everyday over and over again.

how to seduce a neanderthal for dummies by @lily-bisque

sigh, where do i begin! bisque writes sukuna sooooooo marvelously, i get scared even creating anything for sukuna because i know it wont compare. this specific one shot kick started my sukuna brainrot! it was fun and the dynamics between the two just meant so much and ummmm, SUBKUNA!!!!! i love bisque and you’ll love her too!

bleach by @junuru

i am going to eat up husband!nanami content everytime. this was sweet and just so homey, i come back to it often. i love ivy and i love the way she writes nanami <3

satoru drabble by @sixeyesonathiel

i randomly found this and read it four times in a row. that is all i can say about this. I loved it soooo much.

growing old (pt 1) by @prosypepper

not kidding when i say this is one of my favorite kento fics ever. it was incredibly sweet and just so deserving for our kento bean. my pepper writes nanami with so much love that you could feel it through the screen. i adore this and her so much!

fcking with your ex is iconic by @letteremi

this had me at a restaurant during a family lunch giggling and smiling and GOD!!! so good, i love boyfriend kuna so much. emi is the sweetest AND writes such beautiful gojo stories, she encapsulates childhood crushes so well i feel like i am back in high school

wifeguy!nanami by @eraserbread

when i had a burner account to just read, i found elly’s page and literally spent hours just reading. her love for nanami is displayed so beautifully in the words she puts out. i adore all of these little pockets of marriage life we get with him. it makes my chest all fuzzy.

deprived by @starmapz

HUSBAND!KUNA (i just yelled)! he is a big baby in this and i just think about it often. trish creates these little worlds for sukuna that just flow and make soooo much sense. you could basically feel how much she adores writing for this guy!

gimme some sugar (mama) by @satorus-princess

hazel….. oh hazel….. this was soooo good! it was funny and smutty and it just flowed so well and like of course satoru would be a sugar baby!

soak operas by @aquasoftware

househusband!!!!!!suguru!!!!!geto!!!!!!!!! this ran in my mind for a week. my girl koi writes smut so well, i be in my room squealing LOL. i love her and her writing sooo much. if you ever need a laugh her jjk smaus are some of my favorites!

birds of a feather by @sukunahs

recently read this and honestly…. still thinking about it. i wasn’t much of a greek mythology kid growing up but this made me watch an essay video about it afterwards LOL!

baby i’m forever in love by @fayerie

bartender!geto… that’s all. but honestly faye did a beautiful job mixing angst with smut and it made me feel something. i also adore her so there’s that too!

in dreams by @hiraethwrote

this drabble stood with me for a couple hours after. it was written sooooo elegantly. truly something special!

*this would be updated as time goes by*

[sanwrioz]

shinsou who you met in middle school. who originally resented you because of your “heroly” quirk. 

shinsou who you found out was an outcast because of his quirk, and instead of believing he would automatically make a good criminal like the others, you just thought his quirk was cool. becoming his only friend, and the only friend he said he “needed.”

you : “i think they're wrong. imagine you brainwashing the villains into doing good!” s : “you think so? that's what i’ve been trying to say.”

shinsou who you grew so close to during your years in middle-school. the boy who, under the false “criminal” facade people placed on him, was a super smart guy (and a normal person) who wanted to be a hero like everyone else. 

shinsou who didn’t really know how to speak to anyone but straight-forwardly because he had no other friends. who you would speak to freely about a million and one things. not once did you fear he’d ever take advantage of you — because you knew him, and he wasn’t like that.

s : “i like cats.” you : “oh, me too!”

shinsou who you confessed to and began to date in your second year of middle-school. who was surprised that you’d want to be with him, even though you knew how he really was. he didn’t want the bad rumors about him to get to you. and people said things, sure, but he never let anyone talk bad as long as he heard it. and the same went vice versa, you corrected those who still forced the facade on him.

“i heard they’re only dating because he brainwashed them” you : “i was the one who confessed???” “they’re weird for being with him.” s : “you dont know them, or me.”

shinsou who you unofficially broke up with in your last year of middle-school. the cause? a silly argument over quirks. you wanted to keep talking about it, and shinsou just couldn’t see eye to eye with you. you didn’t stop, so he made you leave. he needed space.

ex!shinsou who, almost immediately realized where he went wrong. he wanted to go after you, despite being the one that forced you to leave. but he didn't, because maybe he was just like everyone said.

ex!shinsou who received the worst backlash after you two broke up. not because you told everyone he was an asshole, but because people stopped seeing you two together. you were the only person he had, so he had nowhere else to be. it was easy to connect the dots.

“they should’ve listened to us.” “we told them he was a bad person.” “what an asshole.”

ex!shinsou who you never talked bad about, or even told anyone what really happened. who you never reached back out to because he put you out first. you didn’t resent him — at least not days after it happened, you were scared of being too much for him again.

ex!shinsou who missed you heavily, and wanted you back in his life, but was scared you now thought of him like the others.

ex!shinsou whos quietly hoping you come back. he never stopped loving you, despite the small sense of jealousy he felt because of how “good” you were doing without him. when in reality, you didn’t feel like yourself without him.

ex!shinsou who you “re-met” in high school, who just speaks his mind and doesn’t hold back. he couldn’t give a shit about what others think of him, except for you.

ex!shinsou who comes clean about everything he felt that day, and just about every day since you were gone. he promises he wont ever do that to you again, and that he hopes you don't see him as a bad person. when you tell him you don't, he almost cries.

you : “i never saw you in that way.” s : “even after that?” you : “never.”

ex!shinsou who you “resume” dating. shinsou, the boyfriend who tries his best for you, and never makes the same mistake again. the man who, even when it gets hard, still works hard to become a hero because you’ve always believed in him.

boyfriend!shinsou that turns into husband!shinsou as you two become pro heros. your husband, shinsou, who fulfilled his wish of becoming a pro hero. maybe not everyone sees his quirk in a good way, but you do. and its all that matters to him. 

for a friend <3

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 21/11✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hi! Would Macaque kidnap Wukong again? I read your comic, the last page, where Macaque is the kidnapping expert. And I'm very curious about it. Anyway, I love your comics! You are awesome.

Haha I don't think they really need it unless they want to do a "traditional wedding courtnapping" but it would be pretty odd since they kind of already live togehter.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I know this is definitely a LONG ways away, but, imagine: Wukong and Macaque playing the newlyweds game. What questions? What answers? Who’s asking the questions? Who’s getting the most right?

I wont list all the lesson but I think Macaque would get most of them right just because Wukong never really changed a lot during the years, while Macaque went through different stages of his life, and and he has new hobbies and tastes.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will mk have a nightmare about LBD? If yes Then we will have some angst with fluffy monkeys family moments!!!

Oh he has. He has many. Most of them he has while he is at pigsy's.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Can you please shows up a flashback backstory on how MK/Wukong discovered/found out/came out as trans?? 🙏🙏🙏 Banana sundae with chocolate sauce, rainbow sprinkles, THREE cherries, and a super-deluxe one-and-only Monkie King™️ collectible spoon???

Anonimo ha chiesto: will we see any past Shadowpeach?? I’m interested to see how you frame their dynamic back 5en.

Hahah maybe in the future, I'll see

Anonimo ha chiesto: Can we get Wukong telling dad jokes? Please, I’m begging i want to see MK laughing and Macaque just being so disappointed with Wukong yet so smitten. I want to see more Monkey family domestic blissss. 🙏🙏🙏🙏

I don't have my dad jokes book here but man give Macaque an award for the patience he has with these two children

@goofybearclown ha chiesto: Hi :3 Just wanted to say I love your shadowpeach and cotl AU!!! I didn't notice you made both at first but when I did I was like "waow :0". Tbh your works are in my top 3 series on Tumblr! @fenikzia ha chiesto: I love your LMK comic so much, I look forward to reading the new additions to it when they come out every other day,and reading your comic just makes my day better. Even if it hasn't updated a particular day, I make sure to go back and reread the newest part.Keep doing what you're doing and make sure to take breaks! @skye-minecraftyt-blog ha chiesto: You! I like you! Your Bio parents Lmk au always makes me extremely happy and I regularly reread it. ((o(^∇^)o)) Just wanted to say it @blazeandsilver ha chiesto: Hello, I just wanted to say your artwork is absolutely stunning, it makes my day whenever I see that you posted something new to the BioParents comic. Please keep up the good work and be sure to take some time for yourself, you’re important too.

AWWWWWW THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hihi shadowpeach au question: You mentioned in the latest comic that Mac is more lean and skinny than Wukong. Will we ever see the full extent of that?? ALSO I ADORE YOUR ART OMG ❤️❤️

A fully naked Macaque you say? Maybe.... who knows....

Anonimo ha chiesto: I come to defend Wukong acting like a man looking at a victorian lady ankles, he hasn’t seen his (ex) husband’s fur in centuries. And he probably hasn’t socialize in years either besides MK and the gang. Romantically he is stunned right? I doubt he has even looked at anyone besides Macaque anyways…

Honestly I like to think that Macaque was the only being in all the universe that was eer able to make him flustered

@mochalikesdrawing ha chiesto: So I got a question, will we ever get to see kaiju MK again?

I have a scene post AU I would like to draw. Maybe.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Ignoring all the angst because it is crushing my soul /pos, I'm lowkey convinced that Macaque knows Wukong feels some kind of way about him because he can hear his heartbeat go crazy at certain moments and isn't dumb, but just isn't calling Wukong on it because he's still trying to sort his own feelings first. BUT ONCE HE DOES OH BOY-

Hahah Macaque knows perfectly well Wukong is down for him. In the meantime Wukong is alwasy afraid he's just imagining things bc he's dense af.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Do you think Wukong and macaque would be cuddling and macaque would be watching something scary and Wukong would be trying to not pay attention to it because he hates scary stuff or would it be the other way around?

yess

@ep2nd ha chiesto: In your shadowpeach bio parents au, if MK and Wukong were created by Nuwa, with Nuwa using Macaque and Wukong as a base, has anyone wondered who created Macaque? And does Macaque himself knows?

Wait Nuwa created Wukong? If that's so I think then all the 5 monkeys were made by her, for some reason.

@boonalina ha chiesto: Sooo what exactly is the courtnapping process like? Is it just a simple "I'm gonna pick you up and carry you away" or is it an entire ceremony? Does someone have to lure the person into place? For example, Mei bringing Redson over to a secluded spot so that Mk can "courtnap" him? (Side note: I've been in this fandom for around two years now, and this comic is what made me find out about courtnapping lol)

I "think" anything that can be counted as like a sneak attack that takes them out of guard and brings them to the designated courtnapped room can be considered as courtnapping technically.

Anonimo ha chiesto: ... Hey so your shadow peach bio parent AU is better way better than season five. WOAH, WHO SAID THAT!! (no but seriously it is like a sitcom I tune on ever so often. Much love 🫶)

Haha thank you! That's a HUGE statement!

Anonimo ha chiesto: I wonder if MK has any unique attributes/abilities as a living mass of celestial material?

He's such a cocktail ofdifferent energies I wouldn't be surprised he is able to glow in the dark.

@cjtuy ha chiesto: I do have a question it's mainly about pigsy and tang when and how long have they been together as a couple and did both of them find mk are they married ?

They have been together for almost a year, but I don't think they are married, but maybe that could happen in the future??? But yeah MK found out a little after season 5 that they are together, that was also the same time he started calling Tang "Papa"

Anonimo ha chiesto: Has macaque added any personal items to the house? Like is he moved in? Have Wukong and macaque improved or changed anything else besides making the bed bigger?

Yes he did! Half of his belongins are in FFM, althought he's a little more minimalistic than Wukong. He also have been bothering Wukong to death so that he can finally organize his stuff (and they were roomates

Anonimo ha chiesto: I feel like if they were to play Minecraft or something macaque would be the base mom. He would be the only one to remember to farm food to not starve. The others would probably forget all the time that hunger is a thing in game. Wukong or Mk: oh dang does anyone have food I'm starving Macaque: (always brings extra for this reason) "sighs" yes

AH!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Remember the Minor Scale episode, from season 2? Where MK learn how to shrink himself? And there’s also the final episode of that season where MK just grow very big to try to fight LBD. I just love that part of his power and I have seen very little people showing it. Like, sometimes that power can show up when the poor boy is experiencing overwhelming emotions that can’t be contained anymore, or pure exhaustion. For example, Having many responsibility can lead to a lot of stress and exhaustion and at some point MK just can’t do more and just become tiny, not able to do more. On the opposite, maybe he experience trauma again through a nightmare (like about azure for example) and the emotional burden is to much and he just becomes big because of that. You see my vision? I love sizeshifting base on emotions :)

Aww and i love emotion-based powers, they are just so easy to play around.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Tbh the show should let macaque have a motorcycle. Wukong gets to be passenger princess

Yesss

Anonimo ha chiesto: as we get into the colder months i like to imagine MK’s first winter coat and he’s all super fluffy and warm

Cool for the monkey parents, bad for pigsy and all the hair in the restaurant from sheeding.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I think it would be so funny if MKs rock hadn't been cracked and he'd been raised on FFM by wukong. If the same thing happens in the show macaque planning to take mks powers thinking he's just Wukongs student but then while macaque and MK are training. Since macaque is so close he notices his ears. (Being raised by a monkey he gets his form sooner) suddenly putting everything on hold busting into FFM and is like WUKONG WTF

There's a fic on AO3 about it it's A Son of Two Dads

@cheese-hommo ha chiesto: Hii, fiesta I want to say I love how you draw and everything, it just looks so cool and beautiful. Now, with the last chapter of Monkey parents Au and so, with the acknowledgement of the demon etiquette and else, DBK and Wukong really misunderstand the comfort scene for a confession? Or something more? It was just so funny seeing the two of them getting so embarrassed at the end 🙂‍↕️

Ah, 2 young demons in their true forms so close to each other, blushing? Scandalous.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I've seen Mk is his Lego merch- he gots a tooth gap- so does this MK have one or did he get it filled?

Wait that was a tooth gap??? I though it was like, a detail of the smile

Anonimo ha chiesto: 🎤 what is your official (if any) opinion on Ink MK? (as a character, plot device, literary parallel, what have you)

It's ok. I personally believe "shadow" version of one character with their own fears and doubts is a clique a little bit too much used. But they give a lot of angst.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Thoughts on Macaque knowing either Japanese or Korean due to him liking anime.

I'll give you one better. Macaque always traveled to Japan pretty frequently during the centuries. Then became a weeb

Anonimo ha chiesto: Maybe it's just me but Wukong looks a bit thicker each time, is it because his fur's thickening or is he getting chubbier ??????? Anyway luv ur art

Both.

[artsninspo]

FORGIVELESS - V - BACK AND FORTH IT GO, IT'S HARD, I KNOW 🔄

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➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

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V - BACK AND FORTH IT GO, IT'S HARD, I KNOW 🔄

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Reader

Word Count: ~2K

Warning: Mentions of cheating & abusive behaviour.

Summary: The aftermath of the tiff between the reader and her soon to be ex husband is explored with Rio and her mother. Rio is confronted with the depths of his feelings for the reader and how to make his next move his best move. This one is fluffy 🧸 and angsty.

It’s late when you wake up in Rio’s bed alone. You don't remember falling to sleep. All of the stress and adrenaline of the day had finally caught up to you. The clock reads 3am and you sigh climbing out of bed. The cold floors cause you to tiptoe into the bathroom. The tiled floors are even colder. When finished in the bathroom you see a loungewear set and smile that Rio has thought of you. You help yourself to a hot shower. It feels like you've been re-wired. The events of the past 24 hours had been too much mentally and physically. Not only had James cheated but he’d been too close to getting physical. As angry as it made you feel it was sad that it even had to come to this. Freshened up you leave the bathroom and find Rio on the couch looking at a chess board studiously. It’s like he senses you immediately and looks up.

“Thanks for the clothes” you smile and he sits back with open arms. You take the invitation sitting on his lap. It feels good to know he has your back. He doesn't need to make a promise or a declaration. He’s shown it every step of the way. Rio didn't do crazy, drama or stress. He had enough problems to sort out. It was how he knew this thing with you was different. You were in his home and in his arms fully dressed. His previous relationships with women had been more transactional. Sex without strings suited his lifestyle and expectations well. The responsibilities and expectations of a committed relationship didn't appeal to him after exiting his teens and early twenties. The world was too big to commit to one person without seeing what else life could offer him.

"Thanks for letting me crash here” you speak first looking up at him. Rio holds you there against him calmly, settling your nerves and anxiety.

“You don’t have to thank me but you should call your mom.” Rio says. He’d watched your phone ring every hour before plugging it up into the charger. There was no need for missing reports but he could tell she was worried. You sigh ready to admit the truth out loud. You still don't want to, knowing the truth will likely break your moms heart worse than it broke yours.

“Can you drop me to the airport? I don't want to talk about it over the phone. I’m her only child” you confess.

“Alright” Rio responds and his calm is too much for you. You mistrust it knowing how much he lives for control and his principals.

“Rio” you say and his eyes close.

“If you're gonna cop a plea for him don't. It’ll piss me off, he almost put hands on you. He doesn't deserve grace. Keep your plausible deniability. Go visit your mom and then meet me in Mexico. You deserve a vacation” He says with his next steps laid out as far as James was concerned.

You swallow your commentary looking Rio in his eyes before sighing. “I’ll come to Mexico. I get a flight from my moms” you concede.

“I’ll get you the flight,” he says. His usual demeanour is gone, there’s no humour or play in his eyes. Lust is absent too; he’s angry, attentive and composed instead. A side you aren’t familiar with. He gets his phone out and then sighs. “Come on, we gotta go now so you can board on time.”

“Rio, I’m alright. Lighten up” you smile trying to lighten things up.

“Let’s not start lying to each other.” He stands dismissing your attempts to placate the situation.

“Just promise me you wont get yourself in trouble” you sigh, willing to drop it with that assurance.

“I won't” he agrees immediately. Relieved you stand getting your purse and necessities. Rio holds his arm around you the entire ride down the elevator and to his car. He keeps a concerned look on you as he drives you to the airport. He pays for your ticket at the counter and sticks close. He doesnt give a fuck if word gets around that he’s been around town with a woman. Hell he wants it to get back to James. That’s part one of his plan. He needs the whispers to make James sick. He’d fuck with James head first before holding him responsible for his actions.

“Call me when you land” he swallows.

“Ok” you nod, walking into his arms. “See you in Mexico” you smile. Rio forces one. Your commitment to make the best of the situation in spite of your obvious pain only infuriates him more. Not wanting to push your process he presses a kiss against your forehead.

“See you later, Mama” he says, letting you go. He stands there until you're cleared and out of his sight. You feel thankful for how attentive he is. The fact that you are hyperventilating right now is in direct correlation with who Rio’s been for you lately. The fact that your eyes are dry and you have a safe place to land is everything to you. The fact that he had someone there to look in on you makes the world. Once on the plane you draft a message to thank him while your phone is on airplane mode. 

The flight is significantly shorter than the drive and you walk through straight to arrivals without any baggage. Your mom greets you with an uneasy smile and you run to her relieved. Her perfume has an instant effect on your nerves and worries.

“Ohh baby, I’m so glad you came,” she says, squeezing you tight.

“Me too Mommy” you admit.

“Are you hungry or do you want to go home?” she asks.

“Starving” you admit having slept on an empty stomach. Checking her watch, your mom sees nothing is open.

“I’ll make your favourite” she smiles, taking your hand.

Once in her car you send Rio a message saying you've landed and are with your mom before sending the one you constructed on your flight. You hope it isn't too much.

“So tell me what’s been going on?”

“What did James tell you?” you ask and she sighs merging onto the freeway.

“That you’ve been absent lately, stopped cooking, cleaning, being around and that you threatened to leave him. He says you think he’s cheated but it’s a misunderstanding. One of his clients has gotten inappropriate and he’s only entertained it via text but not in person. He says he thinks you’ve actually stepped out on him physically. Asked me if you told me anything.” she says and its your turn to sigh.

“Momma-”

“Don’t explain, the panic in his voice told me he was cheating. It was how fast he was talking, how scared he was to lose you. If you think he’s cheated I trust you and I’m so sorry baby.” your mom sighs looking over at you with remorse. Your eyes water, feeling the pain she feels for you.

“He’s been cheating since we moved and she’s fully aware of me, and she talks about me” you confess shaking your head. “I’m done mom.” you add letting a few tears fall.

“I’ll help you move out, for now stay with me” your mom says, surprising you. You frown looking at her. “My love for James is conditional to how you feel about him and how he treats you. The fact that he called me LYING, baby. I’m sorry. He has no shame and I’m disgusted with him. He does not have an ally in me. Hasn’t since he moved you away. I knew something was up when we spent so many weekends having virtual movie marathons.” she says and you look shocked as you arrive at her house. Once parked you follow your mom into her house. A Bachelorette pad, without a single trace of a male touch. You smile feeling the good energy as she heads to the sink to wash up before starting breakfast.

“You don't know how relieved I am to hear you say that” you sigh, sitting at the island as she begins preparing your favourite breakfast. She backs you, oiling the frying pan when she speaks again.

“We haven’t talked in a few weeks, and you dont look like someone who is distraught by cheating. Is he right about there being someone else?” Your mom asks. You feel your face and hands heat. She keeps her back turned giving you privacy and opportunity to lie.

“When I found out I decided I wouldn't be the only one honouring our vows” you confess and when you turn you see your mother is smiling. It's a surprise that she isn't disgusted or disappointed with you. It’s the last thing you expect after your highly moral upbringing. She smiles, shaking her head.

“Good” she says and a smile creeps onto your lips.

“Good?!” you ask shocked.

“Smelled his cologne on you when you hugged me. I’m happy you trust me with the truth and really I’m grateful you're not in pieces” she says. You hold your shirt before remembering you showered at Rio’s using his things.

“MA!” you scoff and she chuckles.

“I’ll never encourage you to stay somewhere you aren't appreciated or treated well. James better not call me again if he doesn't want me to tear his head off. The uppity mother and father of his either.” she adds.

“Thanks mom” you smile giving her a hug and she breathes you in.

“So what's his name?” she asks and over breakfast you giggle.

“Rio?” you respond.

“Baby, not the codename like Japan” your mother laughs and you realise you haven't asked him about his name.

“Rio’s what he’s called,” you tell her honestly before detailing all the PG versions of what you know and your time with Rio. She sits happy for your outlet and his disposition with James. She warns you about Rio’s boundaries, reminding you not to fall too hard and heed what he says. You feel rejuvenated by the time she’s asleep. You sit on your bedroom balcony looking out onto the lake behind the backyard. You respond to Rio’s goodnight text and he calls riding around in his truck. He’s even more fine to you now that your mom knows the truth and approves of your marriage ending in the eyes of the law too.

“What are you smiling about?” he asks.

“Just imagining how much fun we're gonna have in Mexico” you tell him and he smiles.

“Momma gonna let you leave her?” he asks.

“Yeah, she knows about you too” you inform him.

He raises a brow. “And?”

“So far so good. She trusts me and she appreciates you for being here for me.” You tell him.

“Hey” Rio says, getting your attention. You look at him in the camera.

“Don't thank me for being here for you. That's what a mans supposed to do.” he says frankly. “Don't apologise either. I wasn’t upset with you earlier.” he says.

“Rio?” you ask.

“Hmm?” He responds sitting at a red light.

“I never asked, but what's your real name?” You say. Rio smiles as the light goes green glancing at you back on the screen to you.

“Christopher,” he says without hesitation. Smiling as you look at him. You wouldn't have guessed it. Honestly you haven't put any thought into it until your mom had asked if Rio was his real name or a codename like Japan. 

“Christopher” you repeat trying to get a feel for it.

“Get some sleep Mama, i’ll call you tomorrow and text you the details for the trip. Ok?”

“Ok. Good night” you say not liking the emptiness on the line.

“Goodnight” Rio responds feeling it too. You hang up first to ease the tension. It felt like there should be more. But your mother had advised you wisely to take heed of Rio’s initial warning. Endearing terms and lovey-dovey language wouldn't serve the inevitable end that would follow whatever this was. Even if it felt like more now. Cradling your phone in your lap you take in a deep breath getting up and heading back into your room. After completing your nightly routine you check your phone before plugging it up.

Night ❤️

Ria

You smile changing his name back to Rio in your phone. You like the message before sending back one just like it and sleeping tight.

Author's note: Thanks for reading loves! How do we like Momma? How did we like Rio's name reveal? What do we think about how Rio is handling his anger? Comment some baecation activity ideas to put in the next part. Vote, Like & Reblog! Also my inbox is open with ideas. There'll be an intermission after this chapter before I start on the 2nd half of the story.

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[woniefication]

Lost and Found Love P.Sunghoon

Warnings: Car accident,mentions of bruises,hospital setting

930 ish words/Park Sunghoon x fem reader/Non Idol AU/Angst+fluff+might be spelling errors!

You never thought it would come to this.

Right now you were in the car with your husband,well soon to be ex-husband Sunghoon,driving to court to finalize your divorce papers. Your relationship was slowly but surely starting to fail; neither of you felt happy anymore. Sunghoon was going well over the speed limit,but that was the least of your worries.

You looked out of the passenger seat window, suddenly you felt your eyes get blurry. Oh great. Tears. Sunghoon looked over at you rolling his eyes.

"oh cmon, drop the act Y/N, Youll be fine you wont even notice I'm gone. You noticed his hands tightening on the steering wheel.

"How could you say that Sunghoon! You wasted my time! How am I supposed to recover from this?!" You retorded wondering how he could be so insensitive.

"Dont make me start screaming again lets just spend these last moments together in peace." Sunghoon sighed heavily his eyebrows furrowing.

As you got closer to the courthouse you noticed Sunghoon growing more impatient his foot pressing hard on the gas pedal.

At the last turn a vehicle came crashing into you guys at full force, the last thing you saw was the airbag.

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Slowly blinking you took in your surroundings, a hospital room, you survived after all. Why were you here in the first place?

Next to you was a man in a hospital bed that looked just as confused his sharp features noticable despite the blood and bruises on his face. He looked tired you felt bad, did his family not visit him often? Your curiosity won over so you decided to spike up a conversation.

"Hey, how are you, what happened?" You asked in a quiet tone not wanting to startle him.

He looked up at you, fidgeting with his fingers,he looked so innocent. " Oh hi, to be honest... I have no idea but im glad that I survived whatever this is..." He responded while pointing to his bruised arms and legs. "What about you, you look equally as bad." He said in a joking tone his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

"I'm equally as confused, no idea how I got here either! I barely remember anything about myself." You laughed though you felt your world crumbling.

You saw his eyes light up as if he just won the lottery. "Me neither! Do you think we were involved in the same accident? Maybe my car crashed into yours or we were in the same train accident. I'm Sunghoon by the way! What's your name?"

Just as you were about to answer a young woman came in who looked like a Nurse.

She spoke up her voice soothing your headache that you managed to ignore up until now "So Mr and Mrs Park how are you both feeling?"

The expression on your face as you heard that was indescribable. Was she reffering to you? What was your last name again and why did the guy have the same name? The shock on Sunghoons face was as confused as yours. What is going on?

"W-what..?" Sunghoon choked out finally breaking the silence, the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"Oh...uh-oh! I'll be right back!" The nurse said as realization hit her. The nurse quickly left the room.

You both were left to wonder what she meant. Soon after an older man entered the room looking way more professional.

He sat down on a chair infront of the bed of both of you, sitting opposite both of you.

"Mr and Mrs Park I have some good and bad news listen carefully." He took a deep breath closing his eyes before continuing. "The bad news is, that your both suffering from memory loss. "The good news is that its temporary lasting three to six days or even less."

You thought you were dreaming, What the hell is even happening?! You had billions of questions.

"This might be shocking news to the both of you, but you both are actually married to eachother. The more time goes on the more you'll regain your memory its best if the both of you just rest. If theres any further questions feel free to ask the nurse."

With that the doctor left the room completely unbothered,like this was an everyday occurence.

Just then you noticed the sparkling ring on your ring finger, the doctor wasn't kidding after all.

The man next to you wasn't some guy that just looked familiar, he was the man you have been spending who knows how many nights with.

"We really are married...It's all making sense... who knows where we were going? Maybe on a date?" You chuckled.

Sunghoon let out a loud laugh, you noticed how attractive he was. "Maybe, or maybe we were driving home?" I wonder how our house or apartment looks like."

You chuckled feeling a bit happy that you guys were connecting, you understood why you had married this guy, he was exactly your type. With that you both decided to rest.

Over the next few days you started regaining more and more of your memory remembering almost everything except of the crash. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn't remember.

When you both felt healthy enough to go home, you got discharged from the hospital and went home living the happy married live with the love of your life.

The truth was Sunghoon had never lost his memory this was all part of his plan the crash,the memory loss everything. But you didn't know and he'd make sure it will stay that way.

[caramelloss]

please like or reblog if you'd like to be tagged!

hello all! i have a new fanfic. its going to be a lilia x agatha fic, set before the witches road.

so basically lilia is married to a man who pays no attention to her. he doesn't know she's a witch; because she spent her entire life trying to forget she was one. agatha is not her ex girlfriend, but they used to be in the same town for months together when agatha was scamming after nicky died. they were neighbors, and lilia fell in love with her. agatha fell for her too, and their love was unspoken. they never kissed, only touched eachother a little more intimately then friends do (as in holding eachother and such). agatha kills witches in the town publicly, and lilia, who didn't know of her scams, leaves. they don't see eachother for two centuries. now, present day, lilia is with her husband. she's bored of him, she cannot use her power with him. he pays no mind to her. then, she gets a phone call, and it's from agatha. agatha tells her she needs her, her new coven needs her. ofc they argue and lilia doesn't want to, but then agatha pleads with her and all of the old feelings come rushing back. blah blah blah montage of moments between them on this mission to retrieve an ancient witching article of power, lilia is constantly turning agatha away, so much yearning and pining. then BAAM at the end, when all is finished and they're gotten the article, lilia goes to leave. agatha wants to make her stay, but she lets her go. three days later, she calls her again, but now, she's outside her house. its raining, lilia's husband is right there. agatha's crying, begging her. "you love him, but do you love him like you love me? would he change the tides for you? would he kill for you? lilia, i need you like the air i breathe." // there WILL be smut, but i wont tell you where.

[powderrblue]

in honor of i maybe wont have wifi for about nine days. have this snippet im never gonna finish

Hadlee sat in the chair beside Henrik's at the table. He probably didn't like her much, but it was better than startling Randy or sitting beside strangers.

They were, admittedly, kind strangers who had probably not committed unspeakable crimes under the influence of a corrupt media company and also had taken them in upon hearing that Randy and Henrik were among the small group who escaped Showfall. But still strangers.

Hadlee would admit the logic there might be slightly skewered.

She glanced up at the woman who looked like Henrik -Marlie? Maury? Hadlee still had a hard time focusing enough to learn names- and glanced back down again as she made eye contact.

In the few days that had followed Showfall's destruction, the couple who had taken the remaining ex-employees in hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. First sorting out temporary housing (that would probably end up permanent if the whole situation kept up), then deflecting government employees, then paperwork, then whatever the hell it was that would take turns mentally wrecking them all.

Their little daughter, Ava, was the proverbial ray of sunshine in the middle of the whole ordeal.

She had warmed up to the group as soon as look at them, seemingly blind to scars in some cases, or in Hadlee's case, the fact that she couldn't bring herself to talk or answer any questions Ava asked.

Her bringing Hadlee to look at the garden outside or build block towers was the only thing that dragged Hadlee out of bed every day.

The first time the social workers had come back to "check on" them, Hadlee had confused them with Showfall drones. The family's dog had tried to attack upon seeing Hadlee scared, Hadlee herself had had several consecutive panic attacks, and Randy and Henrik refused to leave the living room for the rest of the day, probably due to one of them insisting on watching the door and the other not wanting to be alone.

Paislie had asked Hadlee later if Showfall had any other locations. There had been others, but as far as Hadlee knew, they were empty.

She'd told Paislie no.

She didn't mention it to her social worker, either.

The visits had switched to video calls as much as possible after that.

Randy, from what Hadlee saw of him, always had a faraway look in his eyes. He still talked, but not more than a few words every so often. Hadlee could tell just by looking at him that he wasn't very aware of his surroundings.

Henrik was much the same, but sometimes he'd talk like he'd never been to Showfall and he'd just gotten married and he hadn't killed his husband and been killed himself a thousand times over. It was unnerving at best.

Hadlee had seen his sister constantly keeping an eye on him, then turning around and making as comfortable of conversation with Randy as possible, considering the circumstances.

Hadlee guessed for what it was worth, the familiarity between them was a small mercy.

Beau and Randy apparently knew each other too, far better than Hadlee would have guessed. Randy had talked more with Beau than he had everyone else combined.

More power to him.

Beau seemed nice enough, Hadlee didn't doubt that. She'd made every effort to help with paperwork, general adjustments to normal life, even offered to help find her and Paislie's families.

Hadlee wasn't sure if she could deal with the other woman putting in effort for her- if only because she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to meet her halfway.

She hated the unknowns.

Hadlee had to focus to blink, turning her attention back to the table. She'd been about to eat, something had probably happened while she was thinking, she was probably gonna end up in some hospital anyway-

Something was shifting beside her.

"Hal. Hal."

Hadlee quickly raised a hand to her chest to sign "sorry" a few times, probably faster than necessary.

Paislie signed back that it was okay before he passed Hadlee a plate of food.

It took her a second to realize he'd probably made it for her while she was spaced out.

"All the stuff's separated," Paislie said lightheartedly, offering Hadlee a fork. "You don't have to worry about that part. No cheese on the chicken nuggets."

Hadlee glanced up at the others around the table. They didn't seem to notice, unless the glance Beau and her wife were sharing was over her.

Another glance her way from Beau was quick to affirm her suspicions.

Well, shit.

Hadlee sat in nervous silence after that, trying for all she was worth to eat the food Paislie had handed her.

The goal had been not to make anyone worry.

That went well.

Her focus waned in and out. Henrik's sister- Maria, that was it and it was so much easier than Maury- momentarily brought up the papers again.

She had a point, Hadlee would've argued if she had it in her to. She didn't want to go to a hospital any more than Maria seemed to want any of them to go.

Beau was quick to come up with a distraction. Randy usually joined in on it, and Hadlee would admit they'd been one of the few reasons she'd smiled since she could remember.

Henrik kept reaching for Randy's hand. Hadlee wished she knew how to even start to talk to him about- well, anything, really.

Knowing virtually everything about a person made it difficult to find a middle ground for conversation.

[missmarveledsblog]

I'll show you different ( Joel Miller x reader ) part two

Summary : news of peaches arrival spreads through town , she gets a visit from the sheriff after her lawyer contacts him . little bye little peach is opening up to the new found friends of hers .

Warnings : mentions and allusions to past domestic abuse , learning to be free of the past , slow burn , no outbreak au

Wildfires didn’t spread as quickly as the news of Y/N arrival back to town, all they heard was about the run away and her family history all different versions of events where hushed like whispers  some stated she ran  because her mother made her , some  decided she was as bad as her father other just saw a scared kid but either way they all had an opinion on the matter . she notice when she would go into town whether it was for groceries ,  take out or even simple errand all eyes on her , mouths moving to their own agenda on the matter.  No one cared to hear the truth  and the truth wouldn’t of mattered not when their minds were already made it . she was starting to think it was bad idea , she felt suffocated under their view.

The miller brothers heard it all , they heard the whispers or out right warnings to stay away when it came to the life of y/n it was nothing but trouble or she brought trouble where ever she went. 

“ she ain’t trouble , she good girl who got caught in a shit storm that life threw her” maria said . the woman was good friends with Y/N’s mother grace , she seen it all from the teen girl with stars in her eyes to the broken one with no light in them at all . 

“ we know that , she nice i mean she shy as hell but she nice girl” tommy nodded along to his brothers words . she  didn’t interact much he chalked it down to wary of strangers and giving the horrendous past she suffered by her father he didn’t blame her one bit . 

“ smart girl two she used to drop by sunday morning to get the empty bottle and cans to recycle i realized she got money fer em but i didn’t mind saved me money on dumpster fees ” the bartender jimmy chuckled placing their drinks down . 

“ she was trying to save money so her and her mama could get new house poor thing” maria sighed sadly the whole thing still haunted her decade later it kept her up sometimes thinking what if she done something different. 

“ her dad still alive?” tommy asked. 

“ sadly yes although death would be too good fer um i hope he’s suffering til his last breathe for what he did” she shuddered . 

It wasn’t all bad being home she had few good people in her corner one being the sherif  , a pie in hand  from his wife . 

“ you look kid” he smiled softly maybe the guilt was eating at him for not helping sooner she presumed  why he was stood at her front door.  Wasn’t his fault he tried but he was only a deputy at the time one that no one gave time of day either. 

“ thanks for this it looks yummy i’ll share it with my pop when he comes by later” she said moving to the side letting him enter . “ it’s a mess just fixing it up” she explain as he  seen the boxes all about . 

“ no need to apologize at all , reason i’m here is because a lawyer got in contact with me yesterday about a restraining order transferring it to this state , are you in trouble?” he asked, arching his brow. Her tensing told him all he needed to know. 

“ figure Nathan would make sure things were legit , it’s just incase my ex husband shows up which he won't , he don’t know i’m here i wont cause no problem sherif” she began rambling her hands shaking to point she nearly dropped the pie . 

“ aint what i ask sweet girl , you in trouble?” he asked softer. 

“ you know that saying girls marry their father well  i proved that one right  i got divorced thinking that it would end but didn’t he followed me everywhere i went til my friends decided i needed to coming get away somewhere he would never find me , i never told him where i was from at first was cause i didn’t want him to pity me or see me as weak but i guess he already spotted that one like he sniffed it out, one night he was locked up  , they packed my stuff up gave me a car and told me to go as far away as possible  , nathan and his wife mia  , nathan got me the divorce , the restraining orders and everything” she sat tear falling down her cheeks , her heart hurting in her chest. 

“  He passed on some reports and pictures too , you need me  kid  , don’t matter if it's day or night you call me here’s my personal cell and home phone you can’t get me in station well you ring me here” he  patted her back . “ failed you before it ain’t happening again , i ain’t told anyone about this either  except my wife she never been one fer gossip” he smiled wiping her tear away. 

“ Thanks sherif” she sniffled. 

“ What can i do you for ron” john cleared his throat seeing the patrol car parked out front. 

“ it’s ok pop he’s just checking if i’m ok nathan contacted him” she stood. 

“ he’s not here is he”  her grandfathers eyes widened. 

“ nah but if he ever does be a sorry son of a bitch that’s for sure” sheriff shook his head. 

“ I made chili, would you like to stay for some” she called walking into the kitchen . 

“ you know what i think i will smell great ” he chuckled .

“ best chili in texas” her grandfather relaxed patting the  man on the back as they walked in only to see joel and tommy miller standing at her door worried. “ y’all want some chili” he asked . 

“ do they know?” he whispered.

“ know what?” joel asked as she  walked out . 

“ i’m on the run and sheriff here to collect his bounty” she joked . 

“ about her daddy , i’m sure towns folk told em” john lied . 

“ come on food will be cold by time your finish gossiping like sewing circle” she rolled her eyes  although she hating people lying for her some time it was easier  , less in the mess of her life  was the best.

“ yes ma’am “ the called in unison . 

What she didn’t know the one invitation seem to open to more , soon the millers or sherif aswell his wife would drop by more  and more.  The brother would help with her renovations when they could and she in turn would pay them in food although she was so close off she was opening up little bits . she stopped flinching at loud noises , stop giving them clearly fake reason to not help it was little victory both men and her grandfather were happy to see . 

Today they were painting the living room  her grandfather , miss benson and sheriff and his wife sat in the kitchen apparently they nagged too much so like kids were shift out of site til john here it  , the sound that had him almost knocking his chair to the floor  in the rush to the source. 

There she was running away from joel who chased her and tommy with a paint brush laughter coming from her mouth a sound he hasn’t heard in such along time it brought tears to his eyes as the other smiled fondly on . 

“ pop you ok” she stood worry lacing her feature. 

“ i’m fine peach , just good to see you happy” he smiled wiping his cheeks . 

“ well i hope they don’t act like this on the site” she laughed again as tommy stuck his tongue out at her. 

“ nah they’re worse” he chuckled heading her way not caring for her protests of paint all over her  hell he swim in a pool of paint for that smile he thought was lost forever . 

“ he’s gone so soft in his old age” miss benson teased . 

“I ain’t old” he shot back . 

“ young at heart” peach laughed louder. 

Part three

[rosyrosethorns]

(i was debating on this. for weeks. but i finally imploded and decided to write bout @fictodreamer ‘s self insert meeting EXE M……i wanna do this w/ more of my friends. at least i consider them my friends. but. im anxious. so i hope she wont mind me using her to test the waters QmQ)

୨ ——- ♡ ——- ୧

Noelle was certainly interested in meeting Madilyn’s mysterious husband—she loved talking about him every chance she could. But the blonde also couldn’t help noticing how nervous Madi was about it, especially when she arrived at the girl’s apartment and was met at the front door.

“Hi, lovely!” Noelle had greeted her warmly at first, but the smile faded as soon as she noticed Madi’s hesitation. “Are you alright?”

All that could come out of Madi was a small voice: “… I’m still nervous…”

“Honey,” the blonde assured her, “I trust you when you say he’s been an absolute sweetheart towards you. It’s true, you haven’t told me everything about him, but I’ve seen no reason why I shouldn’t meet him when you offered. Even if I had to promise to not repeat certain information.”

… There were a lot of things Madi wanted to ask Noelle in order to test her words. But she had to narrow it down within a moment—lingering in the open doorway this long was not helping with her anxiety.

“… You won’t get nervous by his appearance…?”

“Of course not~”

Madi slowly opened the door to let the blonde through. “And you’re… sure you won’t repeat anything we ask you not to…?”

“Madi.” Noelle stepped into the apartment with a reassuring smile. “I mean it when I say I trust you~”

Doubt still lingered in the poor girl’s mind, but she fought against it as she gently closed the apartment door behind her. She quietly watched the blonde look around the room for a moment.

“Oh, this is such a cute little space!” Noelle chirped. “I love how you decorated it; it’s so… what’s it called?—shabby chic!”

A strange masculine voice chimed out: “It is, isn’t it?~”

The blonde turned towards the chair in the living room; her eyes widening as she noticed the tall figure sitting there with his back facing the door. He looked like a tall eldritch version of Nintendo’s recognizable mascot… Just like the nickname Madi said he used. As he rose from his seat, setting his book down on the side table, Noelle finally saw his full seven-foot form for the first time—and she finally understood why her friend would be so selective on the information she gave until now.

“You’re Madilyn’s first guest since our engagement~… Possibly even before that,” the eldritch being chuckled. “I am Mario. Or All-Father to some~”

@dolls-self-ships @grinningghoulie @silverlining-ships @shrimpoe

[starlinggirll]

Ex husband art starts groveling about the relationship and how it’s been long enough. How there’s no point to it and you guys are basically still married with added distance. You still fuck. You still flirt. You still love each other. You still have two beautiful kids. And when you tell him how it’s for the better, how you guys needed to do this, he gets salty and bitter and you can feel it in his kisses. He gets some sense and realizes that’s no way to win you back, and starts begging, pleading, even offering his whole career just to be with you and the kids as a family again. Does she say yes? Up to u lmao

you zone out while he goes on and on. thats until he gets on his knees, his hands cupping your calves. "w-what are you-"

"please. ill do anything. ill quit tennis. ill stop playing please-" he whimpers softly, burying his face into your thighs. "art what are you doing-"

"baby you dont get it. i-i cant stand you being with someone else. you're all i've known for decades." he's desperate, and it shows with the way he's clutching at your ankles. "please please please. the boys need me, need us. you think they would like to be around another man?" you bite your lip. avoiding his gaze.

"and you. you know you cant move on. you love me, you need me just as much as i love and need you." he sits up, pulling you close so he can bury himself in your hair. "i just need you to be there... you cant push me away anymore." you respond, her hand gripping his shirt.

"i need to know that you wont push me away. me and the boys need to be your number one priority okay?" cupping his cheeks, you plead with him. "consider it done." he replies immediately, kissing you softly. you smile slightly, he obviously still needs to gain your full trust.

but slowly but surely, the family is coming back together.

[tea-and-secrets]

im afraid im never getting over my old situationship. hes definitely the "one that got away" for me. im happily married now and i mean like really happliy, i wouldnt change what ive got now for anything in the world. but this ex of mine and i just had some really powerful chemistry, until he ghosted me for his shitty ex at the time. since then we've only had a handful of times together and it was always intense and at one point almost really fucked things up for me with my now-husband. anyways. ex-situationship is poly and so am i, and for a long time he couldnt hold down a relationship because he'd inevitably cheat and was just generally not practicing healthy or kind polyamory. and he and his new girl just had an anniversary and while i am genuinely happy for him and for both of them and they seem really sweet together, there's always this part of me that just screams "why wasn't i good enough?? i never wouldve tried to keep you or tie you down as long as you always came back to me". like i truly never even wanted an exclusive relationship with him OR to even necessarily to be his primary partner. i just wanted to be someone he could always come back to and feel safe with and share a loving space with. and we're actually still friends and im mostly over all this because again, im happily married and totally fulfilled in my relationship but still. there's all this pain in me over what could have been. and a feeling that if i had just communicated my self better and more clearly, we couldve had something lifelong and really important to both of us. and now its tricky because i know my husband doesnt like him much and also ex-situationship only talks to me when hes single anyway so i probably wont hear from him for a while. and i probably should just stop talking to him anyway because of *gestures vaugely* all this. idk. its hard to be a person with so much love to give. and its hard to know that even though i have all this love to give, it wont always be received the way i want it to be. alas.

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[tenderjock]

the dream buffyboot that lives in my mind

it's 2025 and buffy is like. 45 or 46 or whatever. right

theres about 2000ish (maybe?) slayers and theyre mostly concentrated in a few "schools" across the world - one in australia, one in cleveland, one in eastern europe, one in west africa. faith's mostly at the one in cleveland.

buffy feels a lot of residual guilt about the choice she made in chosen - how she decided to force these girls into a life that she herself hated, because it was what she needed to save the world. This Will Come Up Later.

buffy's been married for like. 20+ years. to a human, watcher-type guy. real nice guy, no red flags there. he died, about a year before the show starts, to brain cancer, very suddenly.

she's been in a really bad depressive funk ever since.

she has one daughter. i debated whether she's adopted or biological - ultimately, it doesn't really matter, but i'd like her to be adopted - who is about 8.5 months pregnant at the beginning of the show. about to bust fr. she cant get in contact with her mom and she's freaking out about it, she's asking dawn, she's asking faith, she's asking xander, she's asking willow and giles.

who you gonna call?

that's right. fucking spike.

spike shows up to her little multimillion dollar house in marin and threatens to break down buffy's door if she wont talk to him.

"and what?" she says. "stand outside, yelling at me? you cant get in, spike." she throws a shoe at him. he catches it, throws it back.

she eventually lets him in.

there's a lot of spuffy friendship in this - a lot of spike trying to coax her into a relationship and buffy just going NO. for one thing, i'm physically too old for you (you know that doesn't bother me - it bothers me, spike) for another, i'm still processing husband's death.

(he never hit me, buffy says, one night, to spike. or called me a bitch, not once. not even as a joke.)

(spike looks at her. he's not sure what he can say to that. it seems, suddenly, like an awfully low bar.)

there's a baby shower ep that's hilarious where everyone from both the white hats and the demon underworld is sending like. weapons and weird demon gifts and no one gives buffy's daughter diapers or anything. major L

main plot is NOT spuffy, main plot is that faith has a girl who is a troublemaker slayer and doesnt get along with any of the watchers and as last resort sends her to buffy for training. and, of course, while buffy trains her to Take Care Of Herself and Be A Good Citizen, she teaches buffy the True Meaning Of Christmas

this girl i'm a little shaky on the details. i kinda want her to be named something celestial because i want parallels to dawn. also, i want her to be non-american but english speaking (because its simply easier for the characters if she is english speaking) altho if she speaks for ex. french or thai as well, i could buy that spike is fluent in french or thai, that could be a nice moment for them

i think she got kicked out of school for blowing up her school's bathroom or something, kind of like how buffy burned down the gym. "that bathroom was full of dem - mold."

nile freeman/andy in the old guard vibes!!!!!!!!! yes you understand me!!!!!!!!! thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[smolcuriouskitten]

My hands were burning and swollen from the seamstress job today. Of course I had to do alterations for a bridal party within a tight time constraint. I did it for the smiles on their faces, trying to ignore how badly my hands ached and burned.

I sat soaking my hands in some ice water, hoping to bring some feeling back into them. My mind began to race again about having to pay this stupid debt my ex husband caused me. Oh right, I forget, we are still legally married. Looking over at the freshly patched wall and window in my bedroom, I reminisce over the last few months.

Me, catching my husband in my bed cheating on me after disappearing for two years. Throwing him and whatever tramp he was with out of the window with them still in the bed. Throwing the clothing and other miscellaneous belongings out of the broken windows with them. Cursing and screaming at them in the middle of a busy street as they tried to fix themselves up, pedestrians and passerby were either filming or running away from the scene.

My landlord being rightfully pissed about the destroyed property and demanding I get it fixed. Another bill at the expense of a man I havent seen in two years. All because of my stupidity of not leaving first or realizing the signs sooner. Sure, I could call my dad and ask him to loan me some money but my pride wont let me. Everytime my siblings or father come over, I just close the door to my room and pretend the draft is from poor circulation in the apartment.

I finally paid the money to get the stupid window fixed, not even bothering to buy another bed. Why would I? All I would think about laying there is how much I loved my other bed before my stupid husband defiled it. That word left such a disgusting taste in my mouth. The man I married being a piece of shit was something I should have seen from a mile away.

His wondering eyes, his words that felt like silk, and all of those times he pushed me away in the name of being 'busy'. Always busy. Always fucking busy he was. Never had any time for me. Once the ring got on my damn finger, he forgot I existed. Then he had the nerve and audacity to come into my home and sleep with someone in my bed and give them a fantasy he knew damn well he couldnt fulfill. I hated him. I hated him so fucking much. This stupid ring and this stupid marriage I should have never done in the first place.

The doorbell rang, drowning out the mumbles of the television I paid no attention to. I wasnt expecting anything. I dry my hands off and go to the door, opening it to be face to face with the mail man. "Hi Ms. Simmonds. A certified letter for you." He says and I look at him confused. "Who is it from?" I look down at the letter and I gag at the name. Sebastian. Of course.

"Its from someone named Michaelis. I need your signature for this." He directs which I sign then take the letter, now more curious than angry. I thank him and shut the door before sitting down, tossing the letter on my coffee table. What in the hell is in this thing? A check for the damage of heartbreak and to fix the broken window? An apology letter? A letter saying he wants a divorce for what I did to him?

Part of me wanted to rip it up and throw it away. Part of me wanted to send a box of shit to the return address. Part of me wanted to open it to quiet my forever racing mind about this man that I grown to loathe. A sigh left my lips and I crack open the wax emblem that sealed the letter, opening it.

'Wedding Invitation.'

What? No. You cant be serious.

My eyes darted around on the page looking for a 'just kidding!' but none was to be found.

He cant be fucking serious. Sending a wedding invitation to your still *LEGALLY* married wife. Is this a humiliation ritual? Should I search for hidden cameras? This fucker cheats on me, in my bed, THEN SENDS ME THE DAMN WEDDING INVITATION?!

I could feel my magic pulsing around me like a dark cloud. It was alive and ready to strike something. I have to calm down before I burn a hole through this couch and floor and have another bill at this fuckers expense. What do I even do with this? Do I go? Do I not go? Do I cause a scene? Do I just quietly forge the signature to let him be an after thought?

No. No I cant risk the jail time. Im too pretty for that. I hate how I could practically live as another person with my magic but you can immediately tell whose the imposter by the handwriting. Ugh.

I dont want to be here.

Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to run and never look back.

The smiling faces made me viscerally angry. The decorations and the banners and the streamers and the air of joy in the air made me want to vomit. Our wedding didnt feel like this. He didnt go all out for our wedding.

He couldnt afford it, he kept saying. He wasnt interested in the 'frills of access' he kept saying. Yet here he is, in the most expensive wedding venue in the fucking state getting married to who knows who. I dont even bother to find out their name, it isnt important to me.

In this clutch purse, the only thing in it is the divorce papers and what little I have left of my sanity. I try to focus on my heels, ignoring the excited chatter of all of these people about the soon to be newly weds. I wanted to scream its all a lie and they are in on it, I wanted to tell them to run and not believe a word that this man said but I kept silent and to myself.

None of these people I knew or recognized. I never knew his family. Did they even know I existed? Or did he pawn me off as a live in maid? That former job title I wish I never had and thus never met him. Despite how angry I was, I kept silent and stayed poker faced. I have to sell this lie and I have to keep myself calm. If I dont, this can all blow up in my face.

Where is this bastard so I can get the signature and leave? I politely ask a staff member about the groom to which they say, 'Mr. Sebastian? Oh hes not here right now. The newly weds are flying in, so they will be here within the hour. They wanted to make a big entrance and utilize our helipad.'

Oh great. Leave him to pull out all the stops for this random person he slept with. A polite smile and nod before I sit in one of the empty chairs in the venue hall. I cant tell if I am happy for the new person or sorry for them. On one hand, everyone deserves to be happy, everyone except me it seems like but on the other, they might not know Sebastian is a wolf in sheeps clothing. His words will have you floating on a cloud of hopes and dreams just to drag you down to hell when he follows through on none of his promises. Maybe thats the demon way of doing things.

Begs the question on if the person is human or not. How did they meet intially? Who knows knowing Sebastian's sneaky ass. He probably picked someone who he knew would be stupid enough to put up with his antics. Kind of like me. The clueless doting wife, overly trusting of her husband why would she not trust him? Ick.

I cant even try to enjoy myself with how tight this stupid dress is. The bobby pins stabbing me in my head and this heavy makeup feels like a weight on my face. Why did I even bother getting all dolled up if he never looked at me when we were together? He never appreciated these moments of me taking time in my appearance. Why would he care now?

"Look at what the cat dragged in. My lovely wife." A voice called. I looked around for a brief moment, confused. Who in the hell would be calling me their wife? Dont tell me hes that bold to call me that while hes at his own damn wedding.

"Rockelle. I am talking to you." I turn around to see Sebastian. Standing there with his black suit and his black hair slicked away from his face. He always loved the color black. I grown to hate it. "...Hi darling." I chirp, trying to just swallow my anger for now.

"You look stunning. I would have never imagined you would look this good on my wedding day." The compliments fell on deaf ears. If I took a minute to analyze them, I would have screamed at him and burst out of my dress in anger. A sugary sweet smile covered my face as I run a hand along his arm. "I never would have imagined you would do all of this. Its very beautiful. The helicopter was a nice touch." Dont compliment him directly, dont feed his ego.

For a moment, his lip turned upward in possible irritation but he kept his cool. "Wheres your newly betrothed?" I ask, trying to direct attention away from me and onto his new lover. My hand didnt leave his arm, batting my lashes and keeping the cavity enducing smile on my face. "Oh they are around. Listen. Rockelle. I...I have a confession to make. About us. About them."

Oh no.

"I...I realized how much I lost when I left you. They love all of the flashier things and I cant do it. I loved how you were always so accepting of being modest. You appreciated the motive behind things rather than the gesture. You...You took good care of me and I took you for granted." He kept eye contact as he poured what sorry excuse of a heart he had left to me. What if he sent that invitation as a way to get my attention for him to apologize for his wrong doing?

He kept going. Going on about how hes so sorry about our anniversary. How hes so sorry that he never paid attention to my intrests. How hes so sorry he didnt take his lover to a hotel instead of our home. Yes, the home he felt entitled to break into to sleep with someone. He didnt even bother to apologize for the disappearance of two years. Him leaving after the argument on our anniversary all those years ago. He didnt bother to explain his motive for even going through with the current marriage, almost as if he forgot my existance once again until his new partner ran his pockets dry.

He wanted me again because I was easy. He wanted me again because he knew I was okay with being hidden. He knew my trauma. He knew where to hit my sensitive points and this was one of them. Abandonment for another. Cheating. Infidelity. And yet here he was, trying to use those same silky words that used to get me hook line and sinker. He thought he could play me like an idiot and a short hand fiddle.

You would think I would blow this plan to high hell after I realize this. I didnt. I needed that fucking signature. So what did I do?

"Oh Sebastian. I knew I was wrong about you. You always loved me. I love you so much too. I missed you so much. You are the man of my dreams and you have done so much for me. I just have to ask you to do this one thing for me before I can agree to anything...And I know it isnt a simple task." I put on my sweetest possible voice, pulling him into an embrace and looking up at him through my lashes.

He watched my movements closely. His face practically lit up with the possibility of us being together again. He looked like a puppy waiting on a treat. "Yes. Anything, what is it?" He asked on baited breath and I open my purse to hand him the divorce papers. "Please...Sign these for me. I know we agreed to work things out...But I am standing at your wedding after all. I know your new partner will want to finalize the paperwork...And it would be such a shame for them to hear you are still attatched to your past lover." Once again, not breaking eye contact with him. He practically snatched the papers out of my hand and signed them, right on the guestbook table.

"I am so happy to have you back in my life Sebastian. Call me once all of this is done." I purr in his ear, pressing a kiss to his forehead, leaving my lipstick behind for his partner to find as I gently take the paper from him. I could almost vomit to think about having this man near me ever again. It felt unclean. It was clear where his head was and it wasnt with me. He followed his other head and look at where it lead him.

I promptly leave the venue, spotting a glimpse of his partner watching the interaction from afar. They called after me but their attire made it impossible to follow. I paid no mind or attention, even flipping my hair as a subtle 'fuck you' to them. I dont want that sorry excuse of a man. I dont want to be near him ever again. You took the trash and now you can fucking keep it.

I speed off, far away from the venue. I dont bother to answer the calls to my phone after the event was up. I changed my number and changed the locks on my door. I didnt want to hear from Sebastian ever again. Luckily my lease is almost up, so I can move out soon.

I got drunk. I didnt want to even remember this night at all. How I had to look the enemy in the face, poking the bear and leaving unscathed. He ruined his own life at my expense and I am glad I didnt let him do it again. After my 30th bottle of wine, damn magic making it impossible to feel anything, this night was a blur. I remember dragging myself to my recording studio, practically screaming into the mic about how I saw him walk down the aisle. How I lost my one and only lover.

The wine bottle still in my hand, my dress half off of me, my hair falling down like a crumbling tower, I looked a disheveled mess. I didnt care. I felt free. And thats all I could ask for.

[alex-supremacy4]

tom after veronica WONT let him see the kids ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁😢😢😢😢😢😔😔 (he is the worst father and ex-husband in this entire neighborhood)

veronica after tom keeps coming back to her house begging to see the kids 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🥶 (she is going to file a restraining order against him)

[millylotus]

Another Void & Gold Post!

I'm going to cure Elaine & Doug of this weird Joker bullshit if it kills me & I'm making it a whole thing about why they're so difficult to cure

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Duke has been trying for years to both find & cure his parents, but for some reason nothing can fix them. All the other victims have made some recovery but they just wont.

His mom is doing the worst, she barely responds to outside stimuli, the only noise she makes are giggles & laughs. He can't even look her in the eyes anymore, they've gone so dull, lost that luster that Duke remembers her for.

His dad is a bit better, he reacts to more aggressive stimuli, always asking for help for his wife, begging for someone to look for his son. Asking for his sister & her family, sometimes even his long dead parents. His desperation & pain make it so hard for Duke to sit there & listen to him speak.

Duke just wants his parents back, but nothing seems to be working. He was almost going to resign himself to this being all they could be when some new information came up.

Bruce had been looking into the "why" & he stumbled upon it. There was something inherently different about Elaine's very being, she was human yes but a different kind then what would be normal on this Earth. Doug by close association with her had taken on a few of those traits.

So the theory of Elaine not being from this dimension was brought up as very feasible. There where of course some difficulties across the board.

Duke getting desperate to find some kind of information about his mother before she came to Gotham. And the only person who could have possibly known her is Gnomon, her ex [husband?] & Duke's bio dad.

So Duke's sitting in the visitation room of a meta-human prison staring down Gnomon, who looks like he doesn't give much of fuck.

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G: So you've finally come to visit, finally come to ask about me? D: Yeah no, I just wanted to ask about mom, not exactly here for your sob story. G *sighs*: Yes of course, Elaine must have kept some things from you. Especially considering how ill equipt you where when fighting me. Did she not want to talk about her past with you, even now that you know about me? D: More like she couldn't. G *eyebrow raise* D *deep breath*: Mom & Dad have been thoroughly Jokerized for a couple years now. Everyone else has made a proper recovery but they haven't. The doctors have come to the conclusion that something is fundamentally different about mom. We think it's dimensional. And you're the only person who knew her before she showed up in Gotham, so you'd know the best. *tense silence* G *mumbling*: Well you're not wrong. G: Elaine & I aren't, under a technicality, from this world. D: So you can guess what's wrong with them? G: Not with any accuracy, not unless & I see it up close. D *groan*: You aren't even set up for parole yet, & I'm not letting you out. G: Child it was never about anyone letting me out. It was always about when you & Elaine would muster up the courage to come talk to me. I can leave whenever I want. And if what you say is true, then you're Mother & Douglas are on a bit of time crunch at the moment. *D glares at G, who is smirking* D: I don't like this. G: I'm not about to hurt you Duke, I've done all I wanted on the getting your attention front. D: How do I know you're not lying G *serious*: Elaine was my first friend & love, you are my son, and you both deeply care for Douglas. Any harm I may cause to either of you three or anyone else you care for, for that matter, would only grant me your ire. And I do not want that. D *sighs*: I'll see what I can do.

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So science, not my strong suit, but a small passion of mine. Still not going to go in amazingly thought out depth of it

Gnomon is able to pinpoint the reason Elaine & Doug are taking so long is because the Joker venom used on them had traces of Nth metal

An off shoot of Elaine & Gnomon's previous home dimension of The Sphere/The Collective, so their immune systems where having a hard time differentiating between the invading Nth metal & Elaine's own energy

As is it has been a long while since Elaine had rejuvenated any of her powers

The simple fix was to reintroduce Elaine's energy still within The Collective

A whole adventure to The Sphere happens as a sort of Father-Son bonding trip for Gnomon & Duke. Something that I'll probably have fun hashing out later in another post. But in the end they get back, synthesis the cure & get it to Elaine & Doug!

Elaine snaps out of it first, quickly followed by Doug, a tearful reunion between child & parents ensues

Jay's there by his family, also getting hugs & tears

Bruce explains some of what's been going on

Gnomon's off in hall being a bit awkward

And that's how Elaine & Doug are healed! Hip-hip hooray :D!