#This is VERY SCRAMBLED AND RANDOM AND WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS LONG.

[thirstywoso]

Modern Loneliness - Jessie Fleming (18+)

A/N: just a quick random one to keep people appeased - as per usual it was a rushed job whilst I work on some other stuff :)

W/C: 2.1K

Synopsis: Jessie and yourself find a way to relieve the tensions of a long distance relationship

Warnings: smut mdni 18+, descriptions of sex, breeding link, praise kink, masturbation

You were used to Jessie being away for long periods at a time, that's the way it had always been.

You'd met her one night at a bar after she had won the super league for the first time with Chelsea, you didn't have any interest in soccer and didn't even know who she was. That didn't stop the high of the win and the buzz of the drink in her veins from chatting you up, in fact being oblivious to who she was only made her want you more and you, you loved a girl who was a mystery.

You'd worked in the small exclusive bar that Jessie and her teammates had partied in all night for quite some time, so you were fairly used to having customers flirting over the bar. However, something you weren't as used to was them stood by the back door at 2am after you'd finished locking up for the night.

Looking for someone to help end her night on a high and you deciding a famous soccer player being added to your "bedded" list would be a cool story to tell at parties was what led you to wake up naked the next day in her bed, a mixture of clothes scattered around the room.

What was supposed to be a one night stand turned in to two nights, then three and then four. Before you knew it you and Jessie had moved in together and were celebrating three years together, of course it came with the ups and downs. One of those being her endless away day trips or National camps, you'd coped though, you both did. That was until Jessie had moved to Portland and you were finally thriving in you career that had taken off a year after dating the brunette.

Although you'd managed to get a job in Portland with the same firm, your life in London wasn't quite wrapped up and the Portland office wasn't ready for you just yet. This meant you'd been apart from Jessie for two months, the longest you'd ever gone without curling into her side or kissing her cute little freckled nose.

It also meant you were very frustrated... sexually. That's what led you to tonight, you were kind of tired but it was a Friday night, you'd finished work for the week, Jessie had not long been home from training and she had just finished an early dinner.

You were already in bed as it was one in the morning but as you doom scrolled your frown quickly turned upside down as you saw the picture of Jessie flash up on screen.

"Hey baby" you answer as her sweet little face came into view.

"Hey beautiful!" She says excitedly blowing you a kiss.

You talked about your days and before long you were fidgeting from how restless you were. Jessie being as observant as she is soon noticed this.

"What's wrong baby?" She asked with a hint of concern in her voice, of course you tried to brush her off but she was persistent.

"I just miss you Jess" you whine, looking at the camera pointedly.

"Is that so..." she smirks her voice lowering.

"So bad, my own hands are nothing compared to yours" you say with a sigh.

Suddenly Jessie disappears and you find yourself staring at her ceiling before you hear her scramble for her phone and she comes back into view, only this time she is shirtless.

"Take your top off baby" she says with confidence "let me see those pretty tits" she smiles at you as if butter wouldn't melt.

"Oh" is all you manage to squeak out, seeing Jessie's bare skin even through the phone screen sent a rush of arousal to your centre.

You remove your shirt quickly before appearing back on the screen, an audible gasp coming from the other side of the phone.

"I may not be there to touch you, to fuck you or to make your legs shake as you come apart on my fingers..." she says matter of fact "...but... I can still tell you exactly how I'd touch you if I was there" she smirks

"And I expect you to follow my instructions" she bites her lip looking at you, judging by the movement on the other side of the screen you know exactly where Jessie's free hand has just gone. All you can do is just nod in response.

"Firstly I want you to slide your hand into those sleep shorts I know that you are wearing" she says with a slight laugh. You do as you're told, even though she wasn't there physically, you knew better than to disobey those orders of hers.

Your hand snaked it's way down your toned abdomen and under the waistband of your shorts, tilting the phone down you show Jessie where your hand was now resting on your pelvic bone.

"Good girl" she mutters "Now be even better for me and put those fingers to good use, circle that pretty little clit baby girl" wasting no time the pads of your fingers start by gently swiping across your bundle of nerves and then back again.

Within minutes you're picking up a rhythm in which your fingers switch from gentle circling to a more desperate rub. You look back at your phone screen checking that your brown eyed girl could see exactly what you were doing, her lip tucked between her teeth didn't go unnoticed by you and the gentle shifting of her bicep gave you a clue to exactly how she felt about watching you.

"Oh you look so pretty when you touch yourself" she praises you as you wiggle out of your shorts. "Fuckkk" she groans out seeing your naked form now filling her screen. "Think you can dip those fingers inside for me?" She asks.

You continue to tease and rub your clit, a slight moan or whimper accidentally falling from your lips from time to time. "Don't hold back, let me hear you" she almost whispers in awe as she stares at the screen her own hand rocking back and forth across her heat now also visible on the screen.

You let out a loud guttural moan dignity be damned as two of your fingers slide into your entrance bottoming out at the knuckle and curling into your soft spot. A little more than she had asked for but you couldn't resist the hug of your fingers from your tight walls.

After opening your eyes that you hadn't realised you squeezed shut you tilted the phone back up to look at Jessie, her lip still tucked between her teeth as faint noises of satisfaction filtered through the phone, as you strained to hear them you realised the noise that was drowning out her slight whimpers was the sounds of her fingers curling in and out of her dripping pussy.

"Fuck Jessie, you sound so wet baby" you moan, eyes rolling back as your fingers now copy the speed and motion that Jessie has now showed you her fingers are doing. "All for you" she sighs curling her fingers deeper, the squelch proving just how much she was dripping for you.

"I've missed you so much, I can't wait until I'm there with you" you say swallowing your sadness and instead focus on the task at hand.

"Between your legs, the pad of my thumb circling your clit, two digits on my free hand stroking along your entrance... before pushing into you nice and deep" you pause taking a deep breath.

"You panting as I curl my thick long fingers against your weak spot over and over, hitting nice and deep Jess" she groans and whimpers at your words her fingers speeding up on herself. You can't help but bite your lip as you reach for the toy in your dresser, urging Jessie to do the same. Both back on the bed with your toys begging at your entrance you both talk each other through taking such big toys.

As you stretch around the plastic and watch Jessie do the same you continue talking to her "My lips suckling down on your throbbing clit as I add my third finger, your arousal dripping down my hand and wrist as I hit a delicious angle"

A moan rips from Jessie's throat as you continue, your words dripping with lust "funny Jessie, you told me you'd instruct me but look who is here weak for my words" you let out a sarcastic laugh.

"What can I say, you're so fucking hot" it comes out all breathy and you groan, grinding your hips against the palm of your hand for extra relief.

"As soon as I pull my fingers out I'll replace them with my tongue, lapping at your entrance before fucking you with it, curling deeper and deeper inside of you. Tasting every fucking inch of you whilst you suck my fingers clean" she cries out as brings herself to the edge, just as you think she's about to cum she pulls her toy out and the screen flashes up to her face where she begins sucking on the silicone that only moments ago had been deep inside her.

"Fuck Jessie, I want to taste you so bad" you pant as you slow down to keep your orgasm as bay.

"Not long now, I'll be back in London in two weeks for a friendly" she says removing the toy from her mouth with a pop.

"Not soon enough" you gasp out as you begin circling your clit again.

"I can't wait to be so full of you" she sighs somewhat sadly, to give her thought emphasis she shoved the phallic object in her hand inside her to the hilt again her toes curling.

You copy her actions before fumbling with the base of your toy flicking it to life as you find the right button. The slow vibration of the toy inside you causing you to squeeze your thighs together your walls fluttering as you stretch yourself once again.

"I can't wait to fill you, you will take my cock so well won't you princess? You look so pretty as you stretch yourself around me. Your mouth agape as I pound you closer to an earth shattering orgasm. I want you to feel so full of me and know that I am all yours" you groan almost dropping the phone as you turn up the vibration.

"I want your babies y/n" she says before her eyes shoot open realising what she said as your hand stills momentarily before speeding up. "Oh Jess, that's so fucking hot" you can see the relief wash across her features as she fucks herself harder.

"You want me to fill you baby? You want me to fuck you nice and good? Stretch out that pretty pussy? Watch you take every inch of my cock before I unload in you? Filling you with my babies?" You're so turned on you can't even stop yourself from letting it all out.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!" She chants. "I want to watch you swell with my babies. You'd be such a good mumma" you pause "look how wet you're getting, you really are a slutty girl aren't you Jessie" you giggle.

"So wet, I want it bad baby, I know it's not possible, but when I'm back in London I want you to try, try and knock me up"

"There's no harm in trying, I won't stop until you're filled with mini Flemings" you gasp as you flick up to the highest vibration, as you sit up straddling the pillow from Jessie's side of the bed, helping the toy angle up inside you.

It's been so long since you remembered being stretched in such a way, the way you rocked back and forth driving it deeper inside you. Your eyes screwed shut and your lip tucked between your teeth.

You ride the pillow imaging it's Jessie, you watch as she copies you. Both of your hips stuttering back and forth across your pillows as your toys hit the spot you needed each other most. You begin to bounce lightly with ever roll of the hips, the toy hitting you so deep. "You feel how deep that toy is?" You ask Jessie as she nods.

"That's how deep I'll cum inside you" a shriek rips through the phone, you're not sure which one of you it came from as you both fall forwards onto the bed as you orgasms wash over you. You have no energy to lift the phone but neither does Jessie.

The sounds of you both panting is the only noise to fill the air. "Well, that was better than doing it solo" you say with a laugh.

Jessie let's out a sound of approval, too spent to string an actual sentence together.

[wittlesissyb4by]

"Hello! I'm Officer Brooks here to make a random inspection. Will you sit down on the bed and lay back for me please? Thank you.

Hmm...let's see...oh! I see you have complied with Matriarchal Code §691 that all male persons are to wear disposable and/or cloth diapers at all times. I can see your wittle diapy poking up out of your pants!

You know, you're the first one I had today that wasn't scrambling to get their diaper on as soon as I walked through the door. I even had to cuff one guy to get him taped up. He'll be given probation and have a court-appointed babysitter, and all of them of course received tickets.

But you? Well...you're a good little boy, aren't you?? How old are you again? 25? Ohh they tend to be quite rebellious at your age. But not you! You've got your diaper on just like you're supposed to!

Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to remove your pants and check to make sure your diaper is up to code. I'm sure you know you are to have at least some form of babyish print. Depends and other incontinence briefs are not within the established guidelines.

Let's see...pants down...okay! Ohhh!! Very nice! Wook at the widdle bears!! Did you pick these out yourself?? Awww! Look at you getting all blushy! It's okay!! It's best to not be ashamed. This is the way the world works now.

Oh! And I can see somewon has had a little accident! Actually, maybe quite a few accidents by the look and feel of it!! Have you gotten used to pissing in your pampers yet? I know it's been months since the laws went into effect, but there are some that still feel weird about it.

Okay, last thing. I'm sure you know it's coming, but there's one more thing I have to check, so I'm gonna untape your diaper okay? Can you hold still for me? Goood boy!

Ssssk! Ssssk!

Ohp! And there it is! A nice little cage for your little member! I know it was administered during the Chastening, but you'd be surprised how many men try to tamper with their device. But I don't see any signs of attempted escape.

I have to say, I'm very proud of you! Thank you for being in accordance with the law! It's men like you that are really helping to push this country forward.

In fact, don't tell anyone, but I think you deserve a little reward! Now... if I use my key to unlock your device, do you promise you won't try anything stupid? Are you sure? Do I need to cuff you just in case? Yea, let's go ahead and do that. I like to think you're trustworthy, but you just never know. So why don't you turn over for me...there you go...hands behind your back...good boy!

*clink* *clink*

Okay, you can turn back over. Ohh it must be so frustrating for you, huh? How long has it been now since the laws were passed? 6 months? Your balls are quite swollen and purple. Have you been using other methods to provide relief? Dildo and vibrator sales have gone up tenfold, you know. Perhaps you might look into it.

Anyway, let's get this thing off you, shall we?

Theeeerrre we gooo! Doesn't that feel better? Oh! Look at you! Your little guy is already standing straight up!

Alright, so, I'm only gonna use two fingers okay? Just let me know if I'm using too much pressure. You like that? Does that feel good? Awww! Listen to your pathetic little moans! I bet you're so glad you--

Oh! Oh my!! Are you going already?? You are!! WOW! I...honestly didn't expect that to happen so fast! Did it at least feel good? I didn't ruin your orgasm did I? Oh goodness I'm so sorry! You just caught me so off guard! Well...I hope you enjoyed it at least a little bit, but unfortunately I'm going to have to put the cage back on...

Ohhh don't start being fussy now! You've been so good this whole time! Don't ruin it! I tell you what: how bout I put you in a fresh new diaper, and then i'll be on my way? That sound good? Okay. Maybe on my next random inspection, if you're good, you'll get another tuggy. Hopefully you won't cum so fast next time!!"

[obae-me]

could we get some hcs of the bros being protective? like i'm imagining a scenario where you're walking with them down the street and someone starts being a creep to you so they step in to scare them off :> also hi i'm glad you're back!!!

Absolutely you can! I love protective headcanons, they bring me life. Also, thank you! I'm glad to be back!

They'll Always Protect You

TW: Threats and a bit of violence. More in just the fist-fighting kind of way but more violence is implied. Demons gonna demon. As always, read safely!

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Finally. School exams were over, there was no busy holiday approaching, no big event to be planned. At last, you felt as if you could stand back and take a deep breath. At least for a day or two. So, taking the opportunity while it was presented to you, you asked one of the brothers to hang out for the day. Nothing super special, just some time to spend away from the others, away from the House and RAD. No magical shenanigans, no curses, poltergeists, potion mishaps, just you and him.

Luckily, it turned out exactly like you wanted it to...at the start anyway. After having lunch together, you two were simply walking down the Devildom streets, having casual conversations about upcoming plans, recent moods, that one weird server at lunch, just whatever the two of you could come up with, enjoying each other’s company. Then a phone call interrupted you both. It was his phone.

Not a call he could skip apparently. After all, they all are very busy demons. Being Demon Lords came with many responsibilities. You allowed him to take it as long as he wouldn't take too long. This was supposed to be your day with him after all. So, picking up the call, your choice of brother stepped into a nearby alley to have whatever bit of privacy he could have.

Not moving too far away, you simply took a few steps down the sidewalk to look into a storefront window display. You didn't have long before some random demon decided to lean against the glass, a little too far into your personal space. "What'cha looking at?" They asked, clearly just getting you to talk, not interested in your answer in the slightest. The way they hovered rubbed you the wrong way, and whether or not they did it intentionally, they got in between you and the alley where the bother you brought with you was.

"Can I help you with something?" You finally asked, not intending to actually assist them, just wanting them to scram.

"Whoa, no need to sound so accusatory!" They got a little closer, eyeing you strangely. "Just having friendly conversation." Their hand raised and settled on your shoulder, their grasp moving you closer to them. 

Lucifer

All at once, the street gets coated in shadow, all the lights flickering before dying completely. There’s this heavy looming presence that takes the attention of everyone in the immediate vicinity. The demon who had the gall to touch you seemed to know their fate without needing to turn around. 

Lucifer is furious. Every part of his body is stiff with that cold and silent burning rage. He doesn’t have to say anything, only staring down at the demon, his eyes glowing a fiery red with his chin slightly raised. 

The other demon scrambles, losing their footing and crawling over the Devildom ground as they flee with their lives while they still have the fortune of keeping it. 

Lucifer waits, making sure that his presence is known, letting everyone know that he is with you. 

The street goes silent in respect, everyone moving along quickly and quietly. They all scatter, avoiding Lucifer’s wrath, leaving you two practically alone.

After a moment, the light returns to the lamps, Lucifer’s wings tucking against his back. He hadn’t been in demon form before he took the phone call. He takes his gloved hands and dusts off your shoulder, implying the demon had left it dirty just by touching it. 

“These mongrels can’t control themselves and let you have any sort of peace, can they?” He scoffed, his shoulders still tense with irritation. 

Still a bit stunned and embarrassed that such a scene was made on your behalf, you looked away from him. “You didn’t have to go that far. Nothing happened.” Not yet anyway, and you knew as much, you just...didn’t know what to say in that moment. Not when someone just emptied an entire street for you with just a glance. 

“Enough happened.” There was the smallest waver to his voice. “Their intention alone warranted my actions, and that was me being merciful. You are far too important to be treated in such a manner.” His voice sped up, almost running on one of his regular lectures, with you being the subject matter. “Exchange student or not, you should be able to walk down a simple street without having to worry about being bothered by some miscreant with an agenda. If I have to enact such a performance like this again, I will do it without hesitation over and over again till I am ensured that every crooked soul down here will know better than to harass you.” He finally took a breath. With a little glance, he raised one of his eyebrows, his voice softening. “You do not agree?” 

“I...don’t know. I don’t disagree, I just...” You’ve never been protected like this before. Not on such an extravagant scale. 

He picked up your implications, toning everything down to a more casual level. “I see.” He took a step to stand right by your side. “Come,” he offered his hand to you should you want to take it. “Let us not allow such trash to ruin such a fine day. Such beings like that aren’t deserving of another thought, you understand?” You nodded and he reacted with a peaceful smile. “Good.” 

Mammon

“Oi.” That single word was said in a deathly serious tone. 

Stupider than anyone gave them credit for, the demon turned around to see who was trying to talk to them. Much to their surprise, they came face to face with Mammon, his head tilted so far to the side, his ear almost touched his shoulder. 

There was a look in the demon’s eyes that flickered between a bit of fear and a little bit of amusement. “Listen, man, I’m just talking to our buddy here.” With a movement to their pockets, the demon pulled out a bag of Grimm. A big one, coins threatening to spill through the bottom of the bag purely from the weight. “How about I give you this and you just let me-” 

The next split second was a complete blur. All you were able to see was a flash of white and gold before the demon that had their hold on you was suddenly gone. 

Mammon stood right by your side now, looking down the sidewalk as the demon who had tried to bribe him was face down on the ground several feet behind you. They had severely underestimated him, either completely unconscious or painfully unable to move. 

Not wanting to stick around, Mammon gently grabbed the fabric of the sleeve around your wrist, leading you away from the scene with swift steps. You silently tried to keep up with him, stunned with the way he was presenting himself. 

After turning onto a different street, he finally turned around to look at you, that frighteningly serious expression still there. “They didn’t do anything to ya, did they?” He was examining you for any wounds or signs of distress. 

“Uh, no...not really.” They probably would’ve if...You took a deep breath. “I’m alright,” you assured him, hoping he would go back to acting like he usually did. 

“I’m not stupid.” 

“I didn’t say you were,” you blinked, still thrown off by the whole thing. 

“Then don’t lie to me and say you’re alright,” he frowned. 

You gave him an awkward chuckle, feeling a bit of guilt that you did the same thing that other demon had done and underestimated his true feelings. Mammon always understood more than anyone gave him credit for, you know that. Why did you assume this was any different? He knew you weren’t alright. Looking at your feet, you took a deep breath. “I’m a bit shaken up.” 

He was silent for a while, his grasp on your sleeve tightening, acting like it would be a sin if he let you go. Then he raised his head, looking at you intensely. “I’ll always be there for you. I’m your First, got it? And any demon who tries doing something like that again will get more than just a fist to the face. So...just know I’ll keep you safe. Nothing will get in the way of that, you hear me?” 

You managed to smile at him genuinely feeling safe just being around him. 

He beamed back, a little bit of mischief flashing over his face. In his other hand he held out the bag of Grimm the demon had tried to offer. Mammon must’ve taken it during the scuffle. “Anything you want today, anything at all, we’re getting it for ya.” 

Levi

A stuttering voice suddenly called your name, Levi stepping out from the shadows with his arm coming up to cover the bottom of his face. His eyes couldn’t stop fluttering between the two of you. “W-what’s going on?” 

“Just catching up with my friend!” The demon beside you proclaimed. They tugged you closer, putting their arm around the back of you. The movement sent goosebumps over your arms. 

“I’m not-” You tried to explain, but the demon gave you a sudden squeeze. Their way of telling you to shut it. You shot Levi a look, pleading to help you out of the situation. 

“Friend?” Levi’s eyes went dark. “You know nothing about them. You don’t get to call them your friend.” His tail unfurled behind him as his demon form came into full view. “That’s something I’ll never understand about normies like you. You think you can just call anyone you meet at random a friend. Do you know the time I’ve taken to get to know them? The effort it takes to feel comfortable with someone?” All the stuttering and nervousness that usually excluded itself in him was fully gone. 

The demon next to you looked a little confused, but their grasp on you was loosening as they considered whether or not messing with you was worth it.

“If you really are their friend, answer this for me,” Levi continued, relying on his trivia knowledge, only, you weren’t used to yourself being the topic at hand. “What is their favorite movie?” 

It was at this moment, the demon knew they were in far too deep. They had just planned to toy with you, maybe take your soul while they were at it, and now they were being quizzed by one of the Seven Sins, one who was clearly very dangerously close to summoning Lotan. Moisture began to cling to the air around you all. However despite this, the demon decided to give a half-hearted answer, perhaps in a last ditch effort to remain unscathed. 

“You’re wrong,” Levi scoffed. With a dramatic snapping of his fingers, a void opened behind him, water bursting forth from it, inches close from washing you away. Before that could happen, Levi’s tail wrapped around your waist and brought you to him, watching as the demon that had failed was consumed by the torrent. Once the water stopped, the demon was nowhere to be seen, droplets of water dripping off of store roofs and making the sidewalk shimmer. 

All at once, Levi’s temporary confidence dropped, his tail unraveling from you quickly. “I-I’m sorry, I just got so caught up in-in everything. I didn’t mean to grab you, I just...” 

“Thank you for saving me...” You took a moment to breathe and let the stress try to flow away. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” 

As everything began to sunk in, Levi shouted. “Ahhhh, a quiz? That was the lamest thing I could’ve done! All my other brothers probably would’ve just beat them up and-and been done with it!” He clutched his head in embarrassment. 

“I can’t believe you even remembered something like that,” you assured him. You thought you had only mentioned that fact once. 

“Oh...of course I did,” he blinked. “I...uh...try to remember all the details of yourself you tell me. I guess...I couldn’t help but try to prove myself since I’m not used to...wanting to protect someone like that before...” Then all the sudden, his stance turned into one of determination. “But don’t worry, I’ll do it again! A hundred times if I have to! Because...that’s what it means to care about someone.” 

Satan

A shudder could be felt through the ground beneath you. The air suddenly filled with a thick tension. 

Satan came out of the alley, walking with calm steps, a smile on his face. “MC? Who’s this?” 

Recognizing who he was, the demon with their hand on you froze, but seemed a bit confused at the friendliness they were being greeted with. “Oh, I’m just one of their friends from class. Just thought I’d chat with them a bit.” 

“Oh, I see.” Satan outstretched a hand, holding it out for a casual handshake. “Nice to meet you. I don’t think we’ve been introduced.” He seemed to beam when the demon put their palm against his. They both gave a single shake...but when the other demon went to release their hand, Satan still clung on. The demon tugged their arm...but to no avail. Panic flared in their eyes as Satan’s hold tightened. 

“Say,” Satan started, voice still curiously peaceful. “Do you like riddles? I’ve been rather fond of solving some as of late. Do you want to hear one?” Not allowing the other demon to answer, he continued, the green hue of Satan’s aura flaring up under his feet. “As morning’s free I’m filled with glee, all four limbs attached to me. By nightfall’s end I’m filled with dread. Nothing left besides my head. What am I?” 

The demon trapped by Wrath began to hyperventilate, sweat running down their forehead as fearful tears filled their eyes. They nearly fell to their knees. “I...I...” They stuttered. 

“Correct.” Satan grinned. “I’m glad you’re smart enough to solve that at least.” Then all the sudden he let them go, timing it perfectly with the struggle so the demon fell backwards with their own strength. “You should run off now,” Satan suggested. 

The demon fled with a lightning fast speed, with a strong likelihood of never seeing you face-to-face again. 

The thickness of hostility still clung to the atmosphere. When you looked to Satan, his hands were shaking, struggling to wrestle his intense anger, probably working to keep it together for your behalf. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, swallowing your own anger, trying not to get stuck in that twisted loop of questioning people’s atrocities. Slowly, you stepped closer to him, holding one of his hands in yours. Just the touch seemed to help calm him a bit. 

He took a deep breath, holding his head a bit. “I’m just glad you’re alright. If something else would’ve happened, I might’ve...” 

He could burn the Devildom down for you. 

He straightened his back, gathering his thoughts back together. “Thank you too,” he finally shared. “I don’t feel guilty when I’m angry for you...it feels like my wrath has a purpose...it’s not meaningless...if that makes any sort of sense.” He hardly was ever hesitant about his words, but he struggled with them now, perhaps a bit self-conscious at his sudden vulnerability. “Anyways, I think a calmer activity is what we need. How about we head to the library? And don’t worry, I won’t leave your side again.” 

Asmo

“Oh, well hello there.” Asmo sauntered out of the darkened alley, leaning against the shop wall to look at the demon with their hand on you. There was a flirtatious melody to Asmo’s voice, but his eyes hinted at a deeper feeling. “Who’s your friend here?” 

“I-” You tried to speak but were cut off. 

The demon shrugged their shoulders innocently but kept their claws on your shoulder. “Just getting to know them a bit, no harm in that is there?” 

“Of course not!” Asmo exclaimed, moving away from the wall coming up right to the demon. He suddenly curled a hand around their chin. “In that case, I want to know all about you.” Surprised, the demon took a step back, unsure of what was happening. Asmo moved his hands down to the demon’s shoulders, rubbing them. “Aw, what’s wrong?” He asked, a fake pout to his lips. “I thought you liked this sort of thing; putting hands on strangers.” He got in close, lips close to their ear. “Not so fun when it happens to you, isn’t it?” 

As the demon stuttered, Asmo quickly stomped his heel down onto the demon’s foot. The demon gasped in pain, moving backwards, but before they could escape too far away, there was a brisk slap as Asmo’s palm contacted the side of their cheek. The force of the impact was strong enough to have the demon spin, falling back onto the ground. 

Asmo looked at his fingernails to make sure they were fine before flicking his wrist in a motion to shoo the demon away. “Get your ugly face out of our sights. Oh, but before that...” He pulled out his D.D.D. making sure to snap a picture of the demon in such a pathetic sight. Shamed and bruised, the demon rushed off. Asmo tucked his device away before approaching you promptly. “Are you alright, dear?” 

“N-not really,” you answered honestly. 

That response made Asmo glance down where the demon had fled, eyes filled with malice. But with a sigh, he turned his soft gaze towards you. “Are you good with a hug?” He waited till you nodded before he wrapped his arms around you, swaying you back and forth a little. One of his hands protectively curved around the back of your head. “How dare anyone treat you like that. Not pretty behavior at all!” He pulled back and cupped your face in his hands, making sure you seemed alright with the touch. “With a face as lovely as yours, they should’ve known you were totally out of their league!” Flattery aside, his voice went serious. “If you’re ever in trouble like that, call on me as soon as you can. I don’t want anything bad ever happening to you. Not even a single tear.” He let his hands fall from your touch. He then playfully winked. “It doesn’t matter how far I am, I’ll always make it to you. I can run perfectly in heels you know.” 

“Thank you,” you managed to smile at him, your mood a bit lightened. 

“Oh, don’t thank me for something so simple, dear. Just keep me by your side and in your mind, and know you are loved and protected.” 

Beel

Beel scratched the back of his head as he stuffed his D.D.D back in one of his pockets. He paused at the spot where he remembered leaving you at, looking around for you. As soon as he spotted you, his eyebrows furrowed. He came over casually, head tilted a bit to the side. 

Beel was apparently not the person the demon had expected to see. They were visibly nervous. And for good reason too. However, despite the fact that Beel was considerably larger and stronger, the demon still tried to worm their way out of trouble by lying. “Hey,” they pretended to ask you, resuming the conversation that the two of you never had. “Is this who you were talking abo-” 

“Is this demon giving you trouble?” Beel questioned bluntly, skipping needless assuming and wasteful back and forth. He got to the meat of the matter in a few seconds. 

All you had to do was nod. 

Beel’s eyes narrowed, demon form revealing itself in a flash. Reaching his hand out to the side, Beel yanked out the nearest streetlamp from the ground with a movement so simple he might has well pulled a petal off a flower. He turned with it, his arm reeling back before he realized the demon was completely gone. They had fled the instant the lamp was touched. Beel’s face returned to it’s neutral expression, placing the streetlamp where it should’ve been. Only the light didn’t turn back on...and it was crooked...and there was a suspicious Beel-shaped hand indent in the metal pole. 

“Oh, I broke it.” A little bit of guilt formed on his face. “Lucifer won’t be too happy.” He turned, coming up to you. “You okay?” 

“Uh...” Still a little rattled at the whole thing, you responded honestly. “I’ll be okay in a little bit.” 

Old memories probably came to his mind, ones where he arrived and acted a little too late. “I’m sorry,” he frowned, looking downcast. 

“No, don’t be, it wasn’t your fault at all...Thank you for protecting me. You kept me safe,” you assured him. 

He seemed to brighten at that. “Of course...It’s what I do. You and my brothers, I’ll protect all of you always.” With a gentle gesture, he gave you a little hug, making you feel like you were protected by a warm and comforting shield.  He pulled away after a moment, looking down the street behind you. "Do you want something to eat? That always makes me feel better. I'll carry you there if you want. That way, no one can mess with you again."

Belphie

(This segment contains Mild Spoilers if you haven’t finished the first portion of the game) 

“Say, did you want to go somewhere?” The demon asked, trying to lead you further down the street. Your mind started to race with all the self-defense lessons and spells you had been taught to use in situations like these. 

"No." You stated, taking a step back. "Leave me alone."

"Well..." The demon suddenly didn't look so 'friendly' anymore. "That's pretty rude, don't you think?"

You scowled, eyes flickering to where Belphie was supposed to be. There was no sign of him. “I have someone with me, you should leave now.” 

“Oh?” The demon laughed a little. “Yeah, I saw. Belphegor, right? The one everyone knows hates humans?” The demon squinted, giving you a shove in the opposite direction. “You picked the wrong demon to put your trust in.” Those words settled into your chest with a cold pain. “I bet he’s already run off or found somewhere to take a nap rather than keep an eye on you.” You continued to back up, but the demon just kept following you. You considered trying to run for it. “Just face it,” the demon smirked. “Don’t fight it. After all, there’s no one here to protect you.” 

All the sudden, a chin rested on your shoulder. You flinched, but felt a surge of relief when a familiar yawn rang through the air. How did he get behind you? You hadn’t even noticed him moving around. According to the look on the other demon’s face, apparently they hadn’t noticed him till now either. 

“Can we go home now?” Belphie asked you, acting as if the other demon wasn’t even there in the first place. “I’m tired of being out here.” 

“H-hey!” That whole dramatic speech was suddenly losing it’s merit, the demon floundering a little at the lack of attention. 

“Sure,” you responded, feeling like that was probably a good idea. You suddenly had your fill of public spaces. Being safe at home sounded like a dream. 

Belphie straightened, taking your hand and leading you away, intending not to pay any mind to the demon at all. 

Even more infuriated by being ignored, the demon lunged, attempting to pull you back by the back of your clothing. 

Belphegor turned, an emotionless look on his face as he grabbed the demon’s wrist with a firm hand. “I said we were going home,” he emphasized. 

Eye twitching, plans ruined, the other demon growled. “You were supposed to not care!” 

“...” There was a long pause, and for a moment, you wondered if Belphie had even heard the demon’s words. Then Sloth’s eyes narrowed. “If there’s one thing I hate more than anything, it’s when people try to assume things for me. What I like or don’t like, what’s best for me, what I’m feeling, nobody gets to decide that. And nobody gets to attempt to hurt this human and get away with it.” With a flick of his arm, he threw them back, sending them rolling across the ground. Belphie took up your hand again and continued on his way back towards the House without even looking back. 

You remained silent. 

Typically, Belphie would enjoy the silence with you, but he seemed uncomfortable and finally spoke up. “I know.” When you looked at him questioningly, he elaborated. “I know I’m a hypocrite.” His jaw tightened, his words soft. “I know nothing I say or do will ever make up for it...You can hate me, you can curse me, you can never want to see me again and that’s okay...but that won’t stop me from making sure you’re safe.” His bangs hid his eyes, and his hold on your hand loosened should you want to tug yourself free. “You’ve suffered enough. The very least I can do is make sure it wont happen again. That’s my pact. My promise.” 

[chaostroberry1]

Where the sun can't shine. Apollo×male!reader

Warnings : reader is a little too possessive, Forced marriage, stolkholm syndrome, (No rape included🤬) and yeah. Pictures aren't mine! Sorry if anything is too random, I had to randomly make stuff up. like the scythe, lore, and everything else cus I wrote this till 5am. 😭

About M/N. M/n = reader.

When zues was saved from the clutches of his father, he was being taken care of by his grandmother Gaia, with the young baby getting fed goats milk. Then, Gaia had sprouted a little seedling from the ground, supposed to grow into a mini apple tree, it's purpose was to bear fruit for the young boy. But, one day, the young zues accidentally threw up some of the milk onto the seedling. And to his surprise, the seedling had turned into a full grown young god, named (m/n). Since (m/n) was already matured, Gaia had decided to give him a purpose. To train and take care of zues alongside her until he was fully matured. When the time came for zues' to fight against his father, as well as freeing his siblings—Gaia swallowed (m/n) into the earth, to let him rest for a while until the titanomochy was finished. Once everything was settled, Gaia would release (m/n), letting him out of the earth after his long slumber, and back with the other gods/deity's. Making him one of the strongest beings.—the god of destruction, the title stolen from perses.

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(m/n), as a forever young god who stopped aging by the time he turned 18, needed to find love as a young man. Until one faithful day, he found an incredibly beautiful god, Named "Apollo", one of Zues' sons.

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"that's outrageous! You can't just do this!" A loud cry came from zues, yelling as Hermes calmly served you some desserts. Giving you a respectful nod that you politely returned. "what is there that is so outrageous to you, dear Zues?" You munched on one of the desserts sitting on the table, your eyes showing no signs of fear, or care.

"There had been multiple complaints from the humans about occuring earthquakes, typhoons, volcanic eruptions, and so on! You know something about this, don't you?!" The old man grunted angrily, his hands flying around in the air, a funny sight. "Perhaps I do." He whines at your nerve wreckingly collected response, which was something very impressive nonetheless, your ability to stay calm in the face of challenges was both amazing and annoying to your fellow gods.

"You haven't returned my scythe back to me, dear Zues. This is my way of letting out steam. If you just hadn't lent it to dear Ares over there...which he so thoughtfully broke..then maybe I wouldn't be so pissed right now." You sneered, giving a glaring look towards the trembling figure that sat near zues, clearly wrecking his head for a response.

"I-i'm sorry, mister (m/n) sir! I accidentally just- slipped an-and broke it!" He spoke on the verge of tears, his speech now amusingly scrambled. You gave a sigh, withdrawing your gaze from the two, and sipping on some water.

"you'll have to make this up to me somehow, you know? I loved that scythe a lot." You moved yourself in a more laid-back sitting position, returning your gaze back to zues who cleared his throat, avoiding your eyes.

"yes yes... I will. I assure you that I shall repay you with something of much greater worth!" He boasted, making you raise a brow. What could he have meant by 'greater worth'? Better? Than your weapon?

"something of much greater worth? Which is what, exactly?"

"one of my children."

You stared in silence, before a vein slowly bulged on your face. The atmosphere of the room suddenly dropping. "Do you take me for a joke? Your children...greater worth than my scythe?" Zues chuckled at your angry response, while ares watched with an alarmed look. Panicking over how his dear father was testing the waters of death itself.

"of course i don't take you for a joke. But! I am quite confident that you'll be interested in picking one of them! How about it? Aphrodite? Or Athena? Maybe Artemis-"

"Apollo."

"..."

The room was now full of an eerie silence, all eyes on your figure, before laughter started booming from the old man. like he's heard the funniest joke to have ever been told after multiple centuries boredom. "Ahh! I see he has charmed you then?" You remained with a neutral expression on your face, staying composed as he laughed out loud like an asshole. Ares who just witnessed the whole thing go down, stared and blinked..He was not very used to hearing about marriage between two beings of the same sex. Not that it wasn't normal, but his half brother, and....The god of... destruction???? Getting married??? was he dreaming? Hermes who saw the look on his brother's face, maybe let out a little laugh, snickering to himself.

"you done laughing, old man?" You let out a defeated sigh, while he wiped his tears. "Alright then, but you have to stop the chaos going around! And forgive Ares for breaking your scythe. Then we have a deal."

"very well."

The next day, Apollo was brought in. The atmosphere of the room was incredibly different now that he had showed up, making things brighter than usual. "So? What was I brought here for?" He put his hands on his hips, his always confident smile plastered on his pretty face.

His eyes scanned the room, trying to read the situation at hand, before zues spoke. "Well, apollo, you see...we are kind of in a bad situation. And if we don't act on it quickly, humanity is doomed." He trails off slowly, checking Apollo's face for any signs of negativity.

The god raises a brow, tilting his head while he looks zues up and down, "Is that so? Do you want me to go down there and help them perhaps? I wouldn't mind."

"no no.....it's just..err..we just had a little..talk..with the god of destruction."

Apollo perks up, "lord (m/n)? For what exactly? And why am I included in such important matters?"

"that's the thing...we might've done something to anger the god. Which we decided to repay, for the sake of humanity. So I gave him an offer...which was to marry one of you and your siblings." Zues looked to Hermes who nodded in agreement, only sparking up Apollo's curiosity even more.

"and..?"

"and...I gave him choices....but he insisted on his future spouse being...well......you"

Apollo's eyes widen "no way!" He crossed his arms "I never consented to this! I'm not going to get married to him!" But who could blame him for being angry? He has never even seen the face of (m/n), but whenever the god's name was spoken, it would never fail to strike fear into those who hear it. The only thing Apollo has heard of was all the things the man has done, the power he holds, and why nobody dared defy him.

"I'm truly sorry, but I'm afraid we don't have a choice. He has already chosen you to be his his future spouse, and nothing shall get in the way. You know how he is. You have around 3 days to prepare for the wedding.. Don't worry, you'll both do it in private."

Apollo stormed out angrily, stomping away as he mumbled insults. How dare they do this to him. Without him knowing! He never planned on settling down for marriage, especially with a man he's never met! What has gotten into them?

Before he could think, he bumped into a tall figure, before looking up and staring into the male's eyes, instantly falling for the god before him.

"forgive me, are you okay?"

He nodded slowly, his smile slowly creeping back to his face. All the negative emotions were swallowed up by a tsunami of adoration and love. You looked a little older than him, but that's alright, you looked pretty hot to him anyway.

But Before he could speak, "Pretty little thing.." you mumbled, as your hand caressed his face, looking at him like he was a pretty trinket on display. One that you wanted to take and keep for yourself. Apollo who had just heard your comment, chuckled as he stared you in the eye, "what a bold comment for someone who's just met me."

"do you know who I am?" You grinned, as silence emerged, "I'm (m/n)." With those words alone, you received a gasp of realization from the poor god, who immediately took a step back, staring at you with wide eyes. "Say that again...?" He asked, his voice bearly above whisper.

"I'm (m/n)"

His face suddenly contorted into one of fear and disgust, immediately walking away, trying to breathe after being suffocated under your intense gaze. Unable to speak in your presence. But before he could walk away, he heard one last thing..

"pretty little thing.."

Those were the last words he heard before he opened his eyes. 3 days had passed and there he was, his hand held gently cradled by the same man that had been so disgustingly smitten by him to the point where he was forced into marriage. The only people that could watch their ceremony were a bunch of little imp creatures that looked like they were just taken out of hell. Thank (m/n) for asking hades. Then we have zues, and a few of Apollo's siblings, who all knew just as well as him—that if any of them interfered, their heads would be served on a platter at the dinner table.

He looked at you with sad eyes, before you caresses his face once again, whispering promises in his ear. How you would give him everything he could ever want, aside from a divorce...and all the things you'd do to him and his loved ones if he tried to leave.

"darling...you look absolutely stunning" you smiled, ignoring the tears forming on his face.

No response

"you must have put a lot of effort in choosing your clothes, huh?"

No response

And once you put the ring on his finger, you gave him a gentle kiss, one that he accepted without resistance. Knowing that one wrong move and all of Olympus was done for. All he could do was hope for the best, but a part of him couldn't bring himself to like you at all. You were sick in the head, and it disgusted him so much how you could kill an innocent life without giving a damn...or how you would punish those who angered you in any way.

You said he could still sleep with other people, as long as it isn't a committed relationship. But when they you get too jealous, someone will have to end up disappearing that same day. You brought to him everything he could ever ask for, that along with multiple gifts and beautiful jewelry. Only the best for your most prized possession, right?

Have I forgotten to mention that you were also a twisted enough person who always knows how to mess with his head? All your sick mind games, slowly forcing him to submit to you...before eventually seeing you in a new light. A new god.

You were both together now, and nothing could change that. So why not just...accept it? Yeah, why didn't he thinks about that from the start? It's not like he can do anything about it anyway.

With that, he began to open up, and eventually became head over heels in love with you, just as you are for him.

And now there he was, getting all pretty for you. Flowers on his hair as he dressed in the finest most beautiful robes. Getting ready to see you. He's finally come to his senses and learned to accept his new life. It wasn't that bad, he was just overreacting, and overwhelmed!

So it's all fine to him now, he's learned to accept this new life. Because no matter where he went, or where he tried to run...you'll always find him...

And drag him back to a place...where the sun can't shine.

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Thanks for reading guys. And yes, I had to write literal lore for the reader just for this specific story. Did y'all notice that the title of the story was mentioned in the last part??? Cool right?? But anyway, that's all.

[quitealotofsodapop]

"It takes Shadowpeach literal years of living and raising a child together before they realise that they've fallen back in love" of course. Could you give more details? Like what was the time it takes between that happening and them realizing? Who fell first? How long after that until they actually do something about it or do they still avoid the subject to canon time

OK SO

Basically, at the start of the story the Shadowpeach is on a bit of a hiatus cus of the whole... Macaque being killed thing.

Macaque is understandably very upset with Wukong. Like, if Wukong hadnt shown up with MK's egg, Macaque could have darn near killed him. But he's able to put his anger aside for the sake of the unborn Stone Monkey.

Wukong this whole time has had deep festering love for Macaque, but resigned himself to grief in the centuries following his death. The joy he feels upon his resurrection is clouded by the fear of losing him again. So much so he fears reigniting their flame.

Cue them coming across Pigsy. The pig demon assumes from the shabby clothes, the arguing, and the bump under Macaque's clothes (actually MK's egg in a harness); that the two are young, soon-to-be parents needing shelter. Wukong hams the misunderstanding up, and Macaque is too furious with him to clear the air.

Basically they move into the apartment pretending to be a couple. And soon after a while, the pretending starts getting harder and harder to differentiate from the real domestic love they shared back on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Its around the time of MK's first birthday when they begin to suspect the other of falling back in love. It almost takes another birthday for Macaque to accept that Wukong is geniunely trying to mend things between them, but scars run deep.

When MK turns 3, a random demon gets a drop on the fam - I'm leaning towards a variatn of the annoying Demon of Confusion from the very beginning of Wukong's tale. The demon assumes MK and Macaque are just really powerful monkey spirits and whisks them away to be his servants. Cue the whole noodle fam, especially Wukong going ballistic. In the ensuing rescue, Macaque is... conflicted.

Here's a rough draft:

Macaque: "You didn't have to save me, you know?" SW: "Why wouldn't I? I couldn't just leave you with that jerk." Macaque: "Because I had your living vanity trophy on my back?" Toddler!MK, in a sling: *babbling* SW: "I... I know that you could have escaped. Fought your way out on your own without breaking a sweat... But when I learned that Demon *took* you away, I just... I just..." Macaque: "Just what?" SW: "I just... thought of how many of MK's birthday's you'd miss. How many dinners at Pigsy's uneaten. How many nights alone in bed... I lasted over 500 years. But now... I don't think I could have survived another day without you." Macaque, realizing: "Oh..." Pigsy, Tang & Sandy: *wondering if they should leave the lovebirds alone*

After that incident, they slowly build back up their relationship. Baby steps, just to confirm the bonds hold firm.

It would take them a few months to spit out an "I love you". The first one to break being Wukong - watching Macaque doing a shadow puppet show for MK with a goofy look on his face. He says it without warning, thinking it was just in his head until Macaque froze. It took Macaque a week to respond with "The feeling is mutual I suppose" while lying in bed.

They do hit snags later down the line. Notably SW briefly regressing back to a "find means of immortality for mate and baby"-phase the first time MK got seriously injured. And in turn Macaque hiding how much he was hurt by his death, and hiding who resurrected him + the price he has to pay for it. This also not including Sun Wukong disobeying his order from the Celestial Realm to "scramble" MK.

Until the events of "A Hero Is Born", Monkey King is pretty much assumed perma-retired after the New Stone Egg incident, while the Six Eared Macaque is presumed dead. Then the Demon Bull Family indirectly drag them back into the spotlight.

They are both emotionally constipated, your honor. I sentence them to 18 years of hard parenting and couple's counseling.

[bonefall]

How does Fallenleaf feel about how Ivypool and Dovewing were treated? And what do the latter think about her (Dovewing especially, since i imagine she was compared to her a lot when it came to the prophecy. I can definetely see an exasperated Jayfeather going 'Well Hollyleaf took the prophecy seriously before- when we thought she was part of it). Come to think of it, I can see Dovewing resenting Fallenleaf not only for the comparisons made about her, but also the fact that Jayfeather and Lionblaze let their sister know but she can't tell Ivypool even as they grow more distant. (Granted, Hollyleaf was told BEFORE they realized she wasn't part of the prophecy, but who knows if Dovewing is privy to that. >:3c)

Their relationship is, uh...

Skip back 100 years ago, Holly Leaves the Tyrant ruining ancient society.

She killed Jay Wing with her own two paws, drove Lion Roar out through grief, and then tried to stop Dove Wing from taking the survivors to the mountain

Dove Wing beat her ass. Handed it to her on a silver platter. Folly Leaves could break her brothers, but NOT Dove Wing.

Fallen Leaves for 1,000 seasons in a tunnel: "thank god i never have to see that random person who mcfuckin wrecked me ever again i think i would die of embarassment and/or fear"

Lionblaze, modern day: "we missed you so much... we were terrified when you acted like that, I thought I killed you when we... well... it's time to put that behind us. Are you prepared to meet your nieces? ...i raised them. If you hurt them I'll never forgive you."

Dovewing: (IS THAT RANDOM GUY WHO KICKED HER ASS)

And then Fallen learns Cinderheart went through with the plan to raise them with Lionblaze so Poppyfrost could have access

But that Poppyfrost did not TAKE that access.

So basically Cinderheart went through all this for nothing

AND on top of all the other new information (and she can't entirely remember where she "left off." Was that one's name ALWAYS Honeysnake??)

One of those things is the prophecy. That was only revealed shortly before the Fire Scene in BB, and then the Fire Reveal, Firestar dying, the Gathering Reveal, uhh... what was the gray guy she killed's name again? Asterfall??

Her freakout before getting time travelled is the fuzziest part of her life, she can barely remember half of it and the order of events is totally scrambles egged. Did the fire happen before or after her grandpaw died??

But meanwhile Dovewing's been raised her whole life with Fallenleaf as like, this big missing piece in everyone's lives, she wanted to know the truth about her for her entire existence. Hollyleaf was an impossible standard to live up to, her mother's true love and her Firekin's prodigal child before her.

And now she can't. Because this is obviously not Hollyleaf. This is a big, confused shadow. That's FRUSTRATING. Dovewing is trying really hard at this point to not show how upset she is about this. You mean to say the sad ghost she could hear shuffling around in the tunnels her whole life was her long lost aunt all along?!

THIS is what she was being held up to, all her life? This is why she could never take a break? This is the fuss? Some Fucking Guy?!

Meanwhile Ivypool is trying to mimic the feelings her parents feel. She takes a lot from Lionblaze, desperate to signal to them that she's in the family and cares about the same things they do. I don't think she really feels much of anything towards Fallenleaf at first-- but if they all care together then it feels like they've "come together"

And Dovewing's lack of enthusiasm, or even desperately veiled frustration, is like betrayal. CARE with me, we're supposed to FEEL GOOD about this AS A FAMILY. And if you can't then WELL WELL WELL look who's WINNING AT CARING ABOUT THIS, something very NORMAL and POSSIBLE to do! Surely, I am the better daughter, actually.

And while all that's playing out, Fallenleaf is still like, absolutely haunted by Dovewing being that random person who kicked her ass. She deserved it but like... she killed her brother in an ancient epoch and it turns out his sister in another lifetime is now his daughter in this one. What the fuck. And she looks at her negatively EXTRA what the fuck

I want them all to have a few good scenes together, but I don't think their relationship to Fallenleaf is... strong.

She ends up marrying their mom, Cinderheart. I think for Dovewing, she DOES actually think that's nice for them.

But Ivypool feels threatened. She feels she's going to get replaced.

This is while Lionblaze also ends up moving on with Toadstep, mind you. Both parents are finding new mates and having new kits

Ivypool takes it especially poorly, Dovewing has complicated feelings.

Isn't it just peachy that Cinderheart and Lionblaze COULD have been good parents all along? They just weren't, for you?

Hollylark is their half-sib through CinderxHolly, and Snaptooth and Flywhisker are adopted half-sibs through ToadxLion

When Fallenleaf learns the full story, she feels sorry for how the two were treated. She would controversially support Dovewing's leave; but she isn't the type to do huge confrontations anymore. Since her time as a Tyrant, she has a sort of godly, detatched air about her.

So there wouldn't be any chewings-out of her brothers. She doesn't have that sort of confidence in her own judgement anymore. Trying to control others and tell them how they should sort out their problems caused the Kitty Bronze Age Collapse lmao

[cvlutos]

MISTAKES HAPPEN!!

✡ | May.02nd.2023 | 0.6K |

✡| Floyd Leech | Gn!Reader

✡ | Angst | Cheating | Toxic Relationship | Cvlutos is also a liar <3 |

✡ | Synopsis: Floyd has needs. You know this, so why are you so upset. It was a mistake that you found out.

Mistakes happenー

Like spilling your drink on the table, scrambling to clean it up before it gets worse. Deleting a project instead of sending it. Like oversleeping or over-watering your plant till it drowns. Like sending the wrong text to the wrong person and having a fun laugh over it. Like tripping over your own feet and feeling embarrassed. Or blurting out the wrong math answer when you weren't paying attention. Mistakes are how a person growsー

Mistakes happenー

Like kissing your best friend while in a committed relationship, whilst swearing up and down that he’s only a friend and it was only for fun. Like missing your three-year anniversary, showing up late in the night, and giving a half-assed apology, while you spent your day showering a random woman with gifts, swearing it meant nothing and as only for fun. Like coming home covered—drowning in another woman’s touch… in her overly-priced perfume, it was for the excitement. Staying out too late and ignoring calls, only to block your number in annoyance. Like sleeping with her—fucking her in our own bed. Chasing the excitement, the fun that has long since died in your relationship.

“It’s alrightー” Mistakes are how people growー

Mistakes happenー

Like trying to stop you from leaving. Growing mad at you for being upset, for not understanding. Grabbing your arms as he tries to explain, frustrated when you can't look at him. Angry that you feel sick when you're near him. This is why you were supposed to mind your business. This is why you weren't ever supposed to know. You weren't supposed to find out ‘cause you were happy, happy in your long-term relationship, happy with the novelty in finding your soulmate, your one and only. And he was happy having you cater to every whim and need, but still able to get the excitement he so desperately craved. You had him and he has anything and everything whenever. So why are you upset? You wanted him, feigning after him desperately, readily and eagerly to toss friendships and family aside when he asked, ready to give him everything.

It was a mistake you found out.

He doesn't regret cheating, no, but he regrets you finding out. Cause he knew that this—this tantrum you would throw when you found out. That you overreact and try and leave him. Like you love him, right, you love him so much that it would hurt you to leave. So why don't you understand that he has needs? He needs excitement, he needs adventure, you just don't do it for him. But he loves you. So why does it matter he hurt you, why does it matter that he sees her, that he sleeps with him, if you don't know.

He watches you through the mirror, phone face down yet occasionally buzzing, he fights off the urge to immediately answer. You stare at yourself. Looking over the very features he said he loved. Boring but features that make him happy, isn't that all that matters? You get to call him yours. You twist the new engagement ring around your finger, and the new clothing upon your body. You thought that you'd be happier, jumping for joy the moment he got down on one knee.

He watches you inhale deeply, locking eyes through the mirror. His face relaxed, knowing, prepared for the outcome. Excepting this result, unable to hide his very satisfied smile.

“We can make this work...” After all, Mistakes are how people grow…

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[pricegouge]

loved the last chapter of fatted rabbit and the alt meeting 🥹 both had me thinking about what if a pair of random hikers accidentally ran into bunny and bear form!john hanging out one time on the trails (post bunny finding out & probably non canon)?

Hi Stelle! Tysm for both the ask and the nice words abut Fatted Rabbit :) hope you like!

I'm gonna say this one takes place almost directly after the last ask just because I'm having fun picking on these granola guys.

SFW, but please MDNI

The afternoon finds you both snuggled up well off the beaten path. Once it had been clear John wasn't going to leave you alone today, you'd let him lead you to a small hideaway clearing where he'd seemed confident enough in your privacy to flop onto his back and demand belly rubs. You've learned he's shameless in this form, happy to debase himself to dog-like behavior provided it earns him scritches. You never mind, but he always ends up falling asleep, which inevitably leads to him snoring loud enough to shake the trees. 

"I'd been planning on getting some reading done today," you gripe, but it's hard to stay mad at him when he rolls onto his tummy and sploots. "Froglegs," you tease, poking at the pads of his closest foot. He grumbles and kicks halfheartedly, but doesn't wake up. 

The clearing is just large enough to accommodate full sun plants like daisies and wheat grasses. Deciding on a new way to spend your day, you pick yourself a mess of them and get to work braiding the stalks into a big, thick chain. It's hard to gauge how long you'll need to make it, but John doesn't seem to mind you tugging at his neck fat so long as you scratch his chin when he starts to wake up. You've got the collar tied off and are just started to thread mane-like fern decorations into it when a gasp at the edge of the clearing has both you and John whipping your heads around in caught-out shock.

"What the fuck?" The short hiker from earlier whispers and you scramble away from John as he lumbers to his feet, shaking stray brush and dust from his coat. The collar hangs limply from his neck, a pathetic little testament to just how long you've been messing with this bear.

"Get away from that thing!" The tall one this time, stutter stepping his way to you while keeping a wary eye on the bear. His companion fumbles with a strap on the side of his pack and you panic.

"It's fine! Uh… It's um. He's rehabilitated." Three pairs of eyes turn to you and steadfastly refuse to shrink under the study.

"Huh?" Mr. Bearspray finally prompts and the moment shatters with it. The tension eases from you quickly, well-adept at lying your way out of consequences after years with Phil.

"Yeah! It's uh… This is Bobo -." John huffs indignantly but you carry on over him, "- he's a rehab from a local wildlife shelter. He grew up in captivity. I mean, clearly. Look at the size of him. Definitely had consistent feedings growing up, am I right? Anyway, he's very friendly!"

The men exchange frowns. One of them reaches for his breast pocket.

"I'd really appreciate some discretion here!" At John's chirp, you realize your voice has ratcheted too high to be believable so you clear your throat, try again. "I mean… he's supposed to be rehabbed, right? I'm not supposed to be visiting him. But, like… cuddly bear, you know? Who could blame me?"

The tall one looks absolutely mortified by this prospect, but the other tilts his head as if in consideration.

"You wanna come pet him? I assure you he's safe." The look John gives you makes it clear exactly what he thinks of that, but you refuse to even acknowledge the possibility that an animal is sending you communicative expressions by maintaining direct, borderline unhinged, levels of eye contact with the man you're currently trying to persuade into petting a wild bear.

"We're good," the stick in the mud asserts, but the shorter one has already shrugged, stepping cautiously closer. "What're you doing?"

"Dude, it's got a fuckin' flower crown on, how dangerous can it be?"

His companion sighs, snatches the bear spray from the other's pack nimbly. Shakes it at you. "If I find out that bear has no teeth or something equally heinous, I'm reporting you to every governing body in the state."

John returns the favor by baring his - very intact - teeth.

"He's just playing," you assure the approaching man. To prove your point, you attempt a growl right back and are delighted when John plays along by - gently - gnashing his teeth at you. "See? Like a dog." You stick your hand in John's mouth to prove a point and both men visibly relax when the bear simply tries excising the intrusion with a firm push of its tongue.

You both hold your breath as the man steps close enough to scratch at John's ears, sighing deeply when the big bastard accepts the touch with little more than a huff. "Soft," the hiker comments and you hum in agreement. "Dude, come feel."

"I'm good."

John chuffs as if pleased with that response and you bite back a giggle.

He continues to be a good sport for as long as it takes the visitors to be satisfied. You pet him soothingly and field questions far outside of your depth of knowledge re: bear rehabilitation (seriously, if these guys ever do even an ounce of research, you're fucked), but eventually the guys do clear out when you make a big show out of needing to head out. 

"Want company back to base?" one offers and John growls ominously.

"No, thank you," you assure, shooing them along. "I'm sure I'll just slow you down." You pat your belly self-deprecatingly, but the laugh it earns is a smidge too cruel for your taste.

"Alright, see you around," the tall one says before they trek off and you frown after them while John huffs irritably, scratching his considerable claws into the soil beneath him.

"You're right, that was rude," you drawl, fingers contradictory as you smooth the remnants of your stupid flower crown off his pelt. "You should eat him for me."

A/N Hey, it feels weird to draw the line here - in a series full of doing stupid shit with bears - but for real, don't pick wild plants! Especially if you're in a park/at a high altitude. Even if it's "just grass/weeds", the alpine-arctic ranges recede every year and we're losing key species like sedges, flaxes, and reed grasses! The vegetation you see at 10k feet is not the same as what's at base. I'd make a joke about ruining some yuppie's garden instead if you really must pick plants, but I'm not joking. Leave no trace, but also leave it like you found it. On a different note, I used to have a great dane which was a rescue situation and he had some behavioral issues but his absolute kill switch was if I put my hand in his mouth. He'd immediately sit right on his ass and just try to softly push my hand out with his big stupid tongue, it was so weird. The speed at which he went from kill mode to "Oh my god, I almost hurt mom" was truly admirable, though.

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Anyway, feel free to send in requests for these two! I'll probably never get tired of writing for them :)

[loosesodamarble]

GUESS WHO HAS NO POOKIE FOR VALENTINES DAY!!!

💕This anon💕

To make me feel better can I plz request for some Valentines hc for Nacht

Thx💗

What a coincidence, I don't have a Valentine's either, Anon!

Ah yes, some good Nacht headcanons will surely soothe the lonely heart! Let's think about Nacht being loving and sweet on this day together!

The start of the headcanons isn't all soft and fluffy but hopefully the turn around and ending make up for it. Please enjoy, Anon! And happy Valentine's Day!

..........

Nacht on Valentine's Day

Nacht doesn't think much of Valentine's Day when you two enter your relationship.

He really didn’t have a sense for romance in his youth and well into adulthood (for good reason let’s be real).

So when you and Nacht have your first Valentine’s Day, he initially brushes it off as any other day.

“We can show our love for each other any day of the year,” Nacht says nonchalantly. “Why do we have to make a big show of it today?”

A sour look crosses your face and Nacht bites his tongue, realizing he shouldn’t have said what he did.

You would let out an annoyed sigh and leave because continuing the conversation while soured would make things uglier than you want them to be on what’s supposed to be a happy, loving day.

Nacht would take the time to knock himself on the head and regret his actions. Can’t do it for too long because he needs to consider why you were upset.

Him denying shows of love isn’t anything new. Nacht is reserved with affection but you normally laugh it off and say you look forward to when he’s feeling up to it.

Nacht would go out for a walk and get a look at how others were spending Valentine’s Day. Left and right, he sees couples feeling love in the air. Kissing in public. Squeals of delight at bouquets and boxes of chocolate. Cheers and hollers as people congratulate complete strangers on successful proposals.

It’s obnoxious to Nacht and all too shameless of the people.

And then it clicks. Nearly everyone is unabashedly affectionate on Valentine’s Day. Normally, such extravagant shows of love in public would feel out of place. But on this holiday, no one was judging anyone else because they were all partaking in the joy of being with their partner.

Nacht feels even dumber now. You were upset not just because he pushed you away but because he did it on a day when he really shouldn’t have felt shy about being affectionate.

Nacht had a new resolve in mind. He would make it up to you and give you the Valentine’s Day you deserved.

You hear a knock at your door, well more like ongoing and very aggressive knocking. You scramble to the door and open it to find Nacht standing there with a bouquet of flowers.

It’s a rather elaborate bouquet with the most vibrant flowers you’d ever laid on. Red, pink, white petals and the faint green of stems fills your vision. In the back of your mind, you know that it cost Nacht a pretty yul to buy it.

“For you…” he mutters a bit awkwardly. “Look, about what I said earlier, I—” He shakes his head before leaning in, unintentionally pressing the bouquet between your bodies, and kissing you on the lips.

It’s soft and sweet yet there’s a sense of desperation to Nacht’s kiss. It takes your breath away, the way Nacht’s lips practically meld with yours. A moment that felt close to perfection.

When Nacht pulls away, he holds the back of your head and looks you in the eyes. Those ice blue eyes of his have you hypnotized.

“I know I ruined the day earlier and there’s not much of Valentine’s Day left but… would you consider accompanying me on a date? I bet we can still get a seat at a nice cafe and enjoy a special menu item for the occasion.”

“Y-yeah…” you whisper back. “R-right after I put these flowers in water, of course!”

Nacht doesn’t let go of your hand the whole time you two make your way to a cafe. At random times, Nacht even pulls you in for more kisses, though only ones on the cheek.

You can literally hear other people on the streets sigh and coo over you two at times.

By the time you two find a place with an open table and get yourselves seated, you’ve fully processed what’s going on and you’re smiling uncontrollably. To be able to act all lovey-dovey with Nacht, in public no less, was a dream come true.

A little extra bonus was seeing Nacht flush the cutest shade of pink and grin back at you despite his shyness.

“Thank you, Nacht, for going along with this,” you told him while you two waited for your order. “I get to show you off as my partner now. And it feels good.”

Nacht’s blush grows deeper.

He turns completely red in the face when you reach across the table and kiss him on the lips.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love,” Nacht tells you. “I hope we can do this next year.”

“And every year after,” you add.

[ghostssweetgirl]

crazy over you ~ simon ghost riley x reader slow burn/enemies to lovers

description: y/n gets transferred to task force 141 and quickly becomes friends with soap and gaz, but her and ghost "hate" each other for the first part. warnings: mentions of violence and death (duh), alcohol intake, smoking (at some point), nsfw (at some point), subtle flirting with soap. i'm new to writing? so don't expect this to be the greatest. this is not in line with the game campaigns or missions. the only characters i included are y/n, soap, gaz, price, & ghost. i have no knowledge of the military this is just creativity disclaimer: i do not own modern warfare or any of its characters.

chapters: next [switch] last

A/N - Very short chapter but it's because the last one was long. Update: Work has got me caught up so... Between editing what I was unhappy with in this story and work being extra, I've just started catching up with writing the rest of the story. Release times will be shorter from here on out. Just warnin' ya! I do have notes and stuff so it should make writing the next few chapters easier :) 

As you and Simon exit the hotel, you get into the passenger side of the vehicle.

"I had fun, Simon," you smiled at him. "Thank you for coming out with me..."

"Same here, doll." Weird, he was short with you again. Figuring it was just work, you let it go and enjoy the ride back, feeling happy with the outing.

Before the ride got too quiet, you made sure to compliment him. "You're... a good kisser, by the way. Never been kissed like that."

He raised his eyebrow, quickly peeking at you. "Hm."

"Is... everything okay?" you sheepishly asked.

"Affirmative, just work. One thing, luv. Ghost on the field and in front of others."

"Okay, understood, sir."

--

Arriving back at base, you walk into the safe house before Ghost does, and immediately go to find food. Soap and Gaz are in the kitchen and ooh-ing and aww-ing at the two of you.

"Fuck off, pests," Ghost spat as he made his way to his room. You look over your shoulder at him, noticing his sweet demeanor had, in fact, switched. No longer Simon. 

Sitting down at the table after grabbing some leftover scrambled eggs, you, Soap, and Gaz watch Ghost leave without a word. And as soon as he walks out the door...

Soap looks over at you, excited. "How was it?"

"Did you see his face? Is he ugly?"

"How was the movie?"

"... How big is it?"

You choked on your food at the last question, staring off into space, now trying to catch your breath at the randomness of Soap's ask. You laugh before you respond, chewing the last bit of your food. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"N-not like that, lass..." Soap put his head down, realizing how he sounded.

"No, it was fine. We watched Robin Hood... The Disney version... I didn't see his... full face."

"Did ya kiss?" he smirked.

Your smile instantly gave it away as you blushed at the thought, remembering being on Si-Ghost's lap like you were. 

"Ahhh! Was it good? Tell me," Soap took a sip of his orange juice.

You nodded, "Damn good."

Gaz shook his head in playful disapproval. "Done with your questions, Soap?"

"Aye... For now..." he squinted at you. "I'll leave 'er alone..."

You hummed, "We had pizza. And nearly 2 bottles of whiskey."

"Lucky bastards..." they spoke in unison, looking at each other as the words came out of their mouths. 

"We got to sleep in a real bed," you smirked, playfully rubbing it in their faces. 

Soap paused, "YOU GUYS SLEPT TOGETHER?! LIKE - IN THE SAME BED?!"

You furrowed your brows, "Yeah? I mean - he didn't sleep, I slept... on him. Jesus, I'm probably not supposed to be saying any of this... It was fun, okay, Soap? We had our own little time and got to know each other more. I'm just glad he doesn't hate me... anymore."

"Yeah, yeah..." he tutted, jealous - you weren't sure of what, though. 

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

This is technically a continuation of this post!!

-x-x-x-

prohero!bakugou who's been gone on an overseas mission for months with no contact to those who he left in Japan

any down time he's got he's at least reading through the texts he gets

a few from his mom, a couple from his dad, maybe a handful from his friends about all sorts of random shit he may or may not care about

then he's reading all of yours. He'll read all the new ones, then if he's really feeling his Emotions(TM) he'll start rereading everything

he'll also catch up on his voicemails, even if he doesn't have very many because most people know he won't listen to them or he'll go into his mailbox and just start mass deleting

but he does listen and keep all of yours

i mean, why wouldn't he? he asked you to do exactly what you've been doin everyday since he left

highlight of his days honestly

he's convinced that its the daily messages from you that help keep him off the next flight home- it sort of eases the urge to just go back home

but he does the mission from start to finish and when his date back is finally set he's itching to get back to familiar sights, soil, smells and the place where you are

but even when he knows when he'll be home, he still has no jurisdiction to tell you that

he'd have to wait until he's on the plane back home or even landed before he could whip out his phone and speed dial your phone

when he's packing his bag for his return trip, he's never been so disorganized in his life

when he packs for trips, he always prefers to separate everything. all his shirts are folded, his pants are rolled for optimum space, boxers are neat with his socks, toiletries are sealed in a waterproof bag and placed as flat as can be

now?

he's thrown all his shit inside the case and made it fit by force. squishing it all down and pinching the zipper together

he did not care if the zipper busted- he was ready to go the hell home

the entire flight home he was jittery. leg bouncing, finger tapping, arms crossed

he tried sleeping to pass the time, but he couldn't seem to calm down

most of the returning heroes who were coming home with him didn't even try and strike up conversation to make the flight go by quicker in fear of him snapping at them out of sheer impatience

when the plane finally lands, he's first off the plane and first to bag claim and first out the door onto the familiar streets of japan

"holy fuckin' shit," he's mutter, finally feeling relaxed before whipping out his phone and texting you

-wake up-

it was the middle of the afternoon and he didn't know if you were even home or asleep, but it was the only thing he could think to say strangely enough

-you can text!!-

he chuckles as he pulls his suitcase along with him against a wall. standing in the shade, he's attention is solely focused on his phone

he's glad you responded so quickly

it's been so long he couldn't remember your schedule anymore or if it had changed since he left

-i can do a lot more than that-

without much more prodding, your contact was flashing over his screen and he waits maybe a second (if we're being generous) to answer and push his phone to his ear

visibly exhaling when you start talking

"katsuki!"

"you don't need to shout, stupid"

"i'm excited, don't shout shame me. where are you? it's pretty loud over there. meeting? are you supposed to be on the phone right now"

he chuckles at your skeptical nature- like he'd break rules on a big time job in the first place

he's not that stupid

"i'm at the airport, i'm not gonna get my ass railed for being on my own damn phone"

despite his cursing, you laugh

then you register 'airport'

"you're coming home?!"

"nah, babe, i'm already here. come get me."

"what?!"

he barks at the sounds of your rushing around the house, probably scrambling to slip on the easiest pair of shoes you have and a jacket

"i'll be there in like 10 minutes. 20 is traffic is bad!"

"the traffic is always bad"

"i'm hanging up!"

he could hear your excitement before the line cuts and he's grinning before he's sending small texts to his friends signaling his return

when he sees your car pull up to the curb, he's pushing off the wall he's been resting against and you're jumping out of the car

he nearly has a heart attack since you didn't look at the road before rushing out and car were just whipping behind you

"moron! watch where you're going!" he's shouting at you as you run up to him

his grip abandons his suitcase handle to grab you as you ran straight into his chest, clinging to him as he took steps backwards from your crashing impact

his eyes almost rolled into his skull at the feel of you in his arms again after so long

he was positive he'd finally be able to have a good nights rest tonight, he can feel it in his exhausted bones

you pull away from him just enough to look into his eyes and he can see the shine of tears in yours, his hands resting on your hips just enough to sway you back and forth

"welcome home," you greet him

"yeah," he kisses your head "i'm home"

and he wasn't going anywhere else anytime fuckin' soon

[noirgasmweetheart]

Peter Lorre characters as cats

Toady: Chonky white cat who frequently appears right beside you seemingly out of thin air, trying to get his face on your food. When you finally toss him a treat, he goes bananas, scrambling and sliding around the floor to get it. When you pick him up he's like a little purring balloon.

Ugarte: Slickly agile Siamese cat, slipping through windows and gliding around the messy house, rubbing his scent on everything. He loves attention, and rubs against your leg purring every time you enter the room. He's easily startled, and will tear the house apart in a frenzy when something scares him.

Polo: Tiny gray cat with a snaggle-tooth, he loves to steal the most random objects and hide them around the house. He is extremely clever in many ways, yet somehow still runs into walls, and can't find his food bowl right in front of him. He licks insects off the floor, and loves tummy rubs.

Cairo: A rare male calico, and a bitch. He spends most of his time grooming himself and rubing his scent on everything. He is not a lap cat, and hisses when picked up. You don't care. When he's cuddled he'll take it and like it.

Leyden: A tiny tuxedo kitty and big lap cat. Likes to get outside, and into places he's not supposed to. Otherwise very well behaved. Will sometimes become randomly attached to a new stranger and follow them everywhere. Can be surprisingly violent on the rare occasion he gets upset.

Koenig: Extremely lazy tabby with somewhat long fur. Lays floofed out in the middle of the floor like a tabby pancake, or drapped over furniture like a dish towel. He'll watch mice run around in front of him, vaguely entertained. Disappears frequently, but always comes back.

Baron: Little brown tabby. Enjoys climbing on your face and knocking things off shelves. Don't fall for his cute antics, he's already been fed!

Johnny: A little black cat who loves to slip outside and wander off, usually to snag food and attention from strangers. He's a major lap cat. The whole neighborhood knows him. You worry about him though, because he's so oblivious to traffic and other animals.

Einstein: A semi-fluffy brown cat who follows you everywhere. Very timid, but enjoys attention. Warms up to strangers very quickly.

Gogol: A bald Sphinx breed, who can't understand why he doesn't get the same attention that the fluffy cats get. Loves to invade your space.

Abbott: An elegant black-and-white ball of floof who enjoys knocking your shit off shelves.

Marius: A gray marble tabby, who likes to steal things like Polo. He also loves attention. And jumping onto high places.

Fritz: An elegant black longhair. Very quiet and timid, but enjoys beung where people are.

[skzloversblogsposts]

Double babysitters[h.h.j][f]

Fridays were reserved for fun , regardless of the situation there should be fun, going out on movie dates , dancing in random clubs and getting completely hammered all counted as fun but what was not fun was you perched on the entrance of one of your friends houses the wind harsh against your skin as the cold seemed to paralyse your body completely , mentally preparing yourself to babysit the gremlins she called children after owing her a much needed favour .

“Yn!!” She spoke her voice filled with nerves “I’m so nervous for this date but I’m so glad you’re here although…” she trailed off her eyes looking over into her living room “ I might have asked someone else to come over and baby sit ..because you weren’t answering ..” you sighed it wasn’t that you were excited to spend time with her kids however the trip here being long and expensive..too expensive to just be tossed to the side “ I know the cab was a lot I’ll pay you back-“ she rambled her curlers still in her hair shaking as she spoke “ no no it’s okay you don’t have to-“ you began “you can stay and help if you want “ the man on the couch spoke kids on either side of him watching what seemed to be some type of cartoon he had playing on his phone .disregarding the tv completely that blared in the background , Your friend perked up “ yes you should do that , she’ll stay -“ she spoke shoving you inside with little to no room to argue .

By the time she had left you were fairly acquainted with the mystery man who the children seemed to love so much . Hwang hyunjin, or jinnie as the little one called him telling you about how pretty his hair was , as much of truth as that was the air around you two still seemed awkward as the night started “ I have an idea ! “ , the older of the two kids spoke “ let’s play Simon says !!!” His happy demeanour at the mention of the game almost contagious” nahh, that sounds boring “ the younger girl spoke her voice killing his excitement as he slouched “ well then what do you wanna do!?” He argued “ I don’t know but we always play what you want to play!!” The younger shouted back catching both you and hyunjin off guard as you both scrambled to your feet , concerned and confused stares exchanged between the two of you “ how about-“ you tried to intervene your words getting cut off as you were pulled to the side by the little boy “I’ll play with yn! I don’t need to play with you !!” He shouted at the younger girl who now clung to hyunjin “ fine I’ll play with jinnie ! He’s more fun than you anyways “ she stuck her tounge out at him .

Maybe it was the weather outside or the cold that seemed to nip at your cheeks despite being inside or maybe it was the argument between the two kids that left you feeling a little distraught as you sat , knees perched back bent from the little boys request in the game “you’re doing it wrong ~” he nagged “ you’re supposed to do it like this !!” He walked up to you now showing you how to pose “you’re not very good at Simon says !!” He spat “ I never said I was but you know what I am good at “ you smiled at his annoyed expression eye brows creased and cheeks red from frustration “ what?” He asked pout evident on his lips “ baking “ you whispered his eyes lighting up at the mention of endless sweets .

Usually you would have just made the cupcakes yourself , iced them and then called the kids down to eat them the sweet treats always seemed to ease their little arguments but hyunjins promise of it being fun and a “good bonding experience “ for the kids made it seem like a good idea to have the two of them perched up on the counter with a mixing bowl , flour coating the counter tops , the floors and most of your face as you tried to pull everything together to limit the chaos “ please don’t throw the ingredients at each other !!” You spoke stopping the little girl from flinging a handful of sugar at her brother “ hyunjin stop instigating !!“ you spoke watching as he leaned down to whisper in her ear “me !? I’m not doing anything “ he feighed innocence flashing the little girl a mysterious smirk “ ynnnn~ they’re being mean “ the little boy interrupted “ I know sweetheart and I’m sorry I’m trying to get them to stop okay just carry on mixing the batter hm?” You smiled at him turning to hyunjin “ can we just make the cupcakes so I can clean all of this up before their mom gets back “ you said frustration brimming in your eyes in the form of angry tears “sure , but not after this !!” He flung a handful of flour straight at you coating your hair and cheeks in the snow like powder . Watching as you fumed “ get out .” You spoke your words calm as your fiery eyes stared into his “ what- no I didnt- it wasn’t supposed to hit -“ he trailed concern from the little girl as she ran over to hug you her arms clinging to your legs “ jinnie didn’t mean it !! Please let him stay” she said flashing her puppy dog eyes at you .

Cupcakes baked and iced with hyunjin sat still behind the counter it left you with one more thing to do …clean . What was supposed to be a quick treat turned into a catastrophe as the entire kitchen now resembled a war zone . With the kids distracted sweet treats calming their short attention span you focused on the task at hand sweeping up the stray ingredients displayed so proudly on the floor “ I can help-“ hyunjin started “I’d prefer if you didn’t “ you spoke shooting him a smile “ but yn please let me I mean I caused-“ he spoke “ yea you did cause most of it you’re right ! But right now I just want to get it done so please go find something else to do “ with that hyunjin left silently like a sad puppy shouted at by their owner . With the kitchen cleaner than before you decided to go find the kids , giggle erupting from somewhere upstairs as you followed the sound . The rooms dark and seemingly unoccupied as you approached them leading you to what seems to be their playroom , makeshift tent clad in the middle of the room as three silhouettes sat in its warmth giggles bouncing of the plush walls . You made your way over to the fort crawling to what seemed to be the entrance “ what are you guys-“ you began catching their attention “ jinnie says you’re not allowed in “ the younger girl spoke “ huh-?” You looked at the older man now absorbed in some form of a tea party “ why not?” You asked “ you shouted at him “ the older boy spoke

“Nah uhh “ you interjected “when!?” You asked “In the kitchen !!” The two kids said together realization dawning on your face “ well yea but that’s because -“ you spoke “ no buts !! “ the little girl said pulling the blanket to close the entrance of the fort . You huffed his administrations being absolutely ridiculous, “ you’re not playing fair hyunjin !!” You bellowed on your way out of the room comfortably situating yourself on the couch blanket in hand movie ready to play , maybe it was for the best an arrangement of convenience you’d let hyunjin play with the kids allowing you to relax it only seemed fair after all it wasn’t like you were wanted there anyways .

It seemed like hours before you heard from either of them chalking it down to someone falling asleep and the other following suit but what you didn’t expect was the loud bang that resounded around the house catching you off guard as you ran up the stairs slipping in process “ kids !? Are you guys okay!! “ you spoke your voice thick with concern as you approached the play room only to find the two younger kids gathered around hyunjin who was now crouched down holding the side of his head in pain “ yn!! “ the younger boy spoke “ jinnie got hurt!!!” The little girl exclaimed tears in her eyes as she looked at you “ it’s okay it’s okay I’m here don’t cry “ you said sending her a reassuring smile before leaning down to meet the man infront of you .

Hyunjin sat on the bathroom counter refusing to sit on the side of the tub because it seemed “uncomfortable “ his height now making it difficult for you to dress the wound ultimately leading him to bending down “ how did you even get hurt this bad ?“

You spoke concern on your face as you fiddled with the bottle of antiseptic “ I hit it on the corner of the table ..” he pouted “ agh you should be more careful you almost gave me a heart attack “ you said now walking between his spread legs to access the wound on his head , hyunjin pouted “ I didn’t mean to ..it just happe-“ his words cut off by a hiss when you pressed the cotton ball of antiseptic to his wound

Your hand coming up to cup his cheek “ did it hurt I’m sorry “ you spoke your lips pursed as you blew cool air against the wound , hyunjins eyes trailed over your face , taking in the concern in your eyes and the plushiness of your lips , his hands slowly coming up to meet your waist spreading warmth across your body . Your cheeks tinged as you looked at him his gaze now darker than it was before his lips slightly parting as he starred at you “does it still hurt ?” You asked your voice barely a whisper “ mhmm “ hyunjin hummed as you broke eye contact searching for a bandaid “ do you want the pink one or the blue one “ you asked smile evident on your lips “ blue -“ he spoke watching your playful gaze as you opened the plaster “ I think the pink one looks better “ you giggled placing the bandaid on his wound your fingers trailing across the plastic as his eyes watched you , you cleared your throat in attempt

To clear the tension now forming between the two of you “and.. here we go you’re all done !!” You said backing away from between hyunjins legs the position causing your cheeks to burn “ no” he spoke pulling you closer to him your hips meeting the counter as his hands landed on your waist “ no?” You asked confused “ you’re forgetting something “ he said “I am?” You asked “mhmm you’re supposed to kiss it better “ you scoffed “I’m sorry?” You said “yea I mean it technically is your fault for leaving us alone “ he said “you told me I wasn’t allowed inside the- “ you rambled “ shhh, that doesn’t matter what does matter is my wound healing !! And it’s not gonna heal unless you kiss is better “ he smiled in amusement at your flustered reaction “ do I really have to do this ?” You mumbled , hyunjin nodded watching as you sighed carefully holding his head between your hands as you placed a chaste kiss to the top of his forehead , his flesh hot under your touch as you pulled away his eyes roaming yours as you two stood the air thick around you . “ I was joking about you not being allowed inside “ he said “ yea? “ you asked smile coating your lips “ and I didn’t mean to cover you in flour ..” he confessed a giggle erupting from you at the sad expression on his face .

It wasn’t until late did you find yourself absolutely spent on the couch , after what seemed like an eternity trying to get the kids to fall asleep hyunjin soon after joining you sitting on the floor his head reclining to meet the couch cushions “ my head still hurts “ he mumbled “kiss it again?”he asked sly smirk on his lips “ yea right “ you said flicking his forehead “ this was fun..” he spoke comfortable silence filling the room “ which part ? You getting hurt or me cleaning the avalanche you caused in the kitchen “ he smiled “ you had fun don’t act like you didn’t “ you hummed “ yea I did have fun babysitting you “ you retorted followed by an exasperated sigh from hyunjin .

Fridays were rest days , sure they were you wouldn’t dispute that , but the idea of babysitting with hyunjin again indulging in new found domestic romance seemed like something you’d be willing to pass your Fridays off for .

[sathina]

Part 3 to end of us? Where there’s a time jump but they still long for each other or they run into each other and he sees her bump for the first time realizes why she was so adamant on leaving

The end of us pt.3

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - it still hurts, but he tried to fix those bullet wounds with bandages.

Warnings - angst, pregnancy, swearing, secret kid, forgiving and forgetting

You liked to think that you left in peace. But now as you rubbed your slightly swollen stomach you couldn't help but feel that a piece of your heart was thrown away. Your eyes were dry and red, hurting from the nights you spent crying. Every day you dreaded the thoughts of having to tell him, your inside voice screaming that you can raise the baby on your own. But you knew it wouldn't be fair. Jack deserved to know he had a kid, and the kid deserved to have a dad.

It didn't take long for you to move out, that very day you left to your parents house, only a week later getting the rest of your stuff and finding a place. A small apartment not that far from your parents. It was perfect, for now.

You had blocked Jack on everything, finally finding some happiness after months of yelling and fighting. In all honesty you didn't care where he was now. A part of you felt good that he might be in pain, after all suffering from his own actions.

While you were at your new home, Jack was on the other side of the city, moping around all day, laying in bed and barely feeding himself. He was slowly losing himself and the touch with reality, it hurt all over his body. If this is what it felt like he couldn't imagine what you were going through.

Urban suddenly opened the door of his bedroom, walking over to the window and opening its blinds.

" What do you want?" Jack asked in a cranky voice, his eyes squinting from the sudden light.

" We're going out to eat. And I don't give a fuck if you want it or not, it feels like at any moment you're gonna collapse."

" Just leave me the fuck alone."

Urban sighed at his best friend's words, his patients running low from the last few weeks. " You're gonna kill yourself like this."

" I don't care."

" Fine! Don't get better, don't see your fucking kid and be on your own!" Everything seemed to stop. It felt like the whole world dropped on Jack's shoulders, his breath hitching in the back of his throat.

" What?" He asked calmly.

" Nothing." It was clear that Urban tried to hide his slip up, pulling on a solid face.

" Repeat what you said."

" I didn't say shit."

" Is it true?" He was breathing hard now, his head spinning with a million thoughts about you. " Is it true that I have a kid?"

" Look, I wasn't supposed to tell. I myself found out only two days ago." Urban said watching his friend scramble out of bed, looking for his nearest clothes.

" And you didn't say anything?"

" She told me not to, said that she'll do it herself." Jack was running around the room, picking up random pants and shirts, trying to get dressed quickly. " Hold on." He looked back right as he was about to walk through the door. " Before you go you gotta fix the shit with Bianca."

" What do you mean? I already did."

" She texted Neelam. Said some shit about leaking the text's between you two."

" Fuck." He quietly whispered under his breath, his fingers running through his curls. " Okay."

" Hey, and, Jack? Bring Y/n home, you're not the only one missing her." At that he nodded, grabbing his keys and running out the door, this all feeling like muscle memory.

<3

You were in the kitchen, trying to take your mind off of things as you cooked. Chopping up some fresh vegetables you danced around the kitchen, moving with grace along the hardwood floors.

You were humming a melody, finally having some energy after hours of crying, only to suddenly hear a knock on your door. You placed down the knife, quickly walking around the kitchen island, moving down the small hallway. Another knock sounded out when you were only a couple feet away, the person on the other end seeming to be impassioned and rushed

" I'm coming!" You yelled out, one of your hands holding onto your small bump as the other unlocked and opened the door.

Your breathing hitched, not expecting to see the familiar curls yet. " Jack…"

" Hi." In all honesty he didn't know what to say. After weeks of not seeing you it felt like he couldn't breathe.

You started to close the door, not wanting to stand there if he was going to waste your time.

" Wait!" His foot was placed between the wall and your door, holding it open so you wouldn't shut him out. " I need to talk to you!"

" I have nothing to say."

" But I do! Please, I won't be long." For a second you catched his gaze, and after not seeing him for so long, it felt like all of your worries slipped away. " Please, just let me in."

You felt pathetic for slowly opening the door, letting in the man who hurt you deeply.

You both were standing in front of each other, making straight eye contact, the hallway now feeling even smaller. " How did you get my address, Jack?"

" I-I was at your parents house." You sighed when you heard his explanation, your parents always being supportive of your relationship no matter what.

You could see his eyes flicker down to your stomach, the slightly swollen skin poking out of your robe. Feeling his burning gaze on you, you clutched the fabric closer to your body. " When were you going to tell me?"

" Whenever I was ready." You told him coldly, zero emotion running past your face and tone. Silence fell like a thick blanket on the both of you, not knowing what to say or how to react.

" Uh, fuck it." Jack mouthed before taking in a deep breath, now making only direct eye contact with you. " I came to apologize. I cut Bianca out of my life fully and I made everyone else around me do too. I cut short on my studio hours now, only spending three hours there. So unless I have a meeting or an interview I can spend the rest of the day with you."

" Jack-"

" I learnt how to make your favorite dish and want your thoughts on it, I deleted any traces of my exes on my phone, and we can go shop for baby stuff like right now."

" Jack, stop." You interrupted his little babble, his rambling cutting short. " You can't just do these things now when they're the basics to a healthy relationship. I'm sorry."

" Please. I promise I'll do anything. You can hate me, but don't make my kid hate me." You could see the distress in his eyes, a piece of your heart hurting with him. " I'll earn your trust back. I'm gonna be better."

You knew it was stupid, knew that this could be a trap for even more years of suffering, but the few weeks you spent alone made you rethink your whole life right now. It was hard living without him, it was hard leaving a piece of you behind, and you knew it would be even harder with him. But something made you say yes, only promising that you were doing this for your child, not for yourself or him.

" You have one chance, Harlow."

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Tfa dark one punch bot ask! No one has ever seen op mad like scary mad before. How would the con’s react to seeing it first hand? A not as big as lugnut maybe bigger and nasty to the core crossed a line. Op get a dark look and punches him full center in the gut at first nothing happens. Then a rumble. Before you know it the cons insides explode out his back. Before he offlines op states (your lucky I controlled myself otherwise it would have taken days for the humans to clean you up from all over Detroit) he walks towards the group of con’s and passes by them shifting back to his normal chilled out state.

To Megatron, this confirms two things. One; he has made the right choice not to get on OP bot's bad side and antagonize him to this extent. Two; he needs to learn the source of this power. With strength like that he could easily defeat the autobots and establish the decepticons as the rulers of Cybertron. But that is a matter for another time, when he's not in the presence of a clearly agitated OP bot. Meanwhile, Megatron feels no sense of loss for the death of the con that had angered OP bot to this extent and simply curses him for possibly giving OP bot a reason to side against the decepticon cause.

Starscream feels all the energon drain from his face as he watches the gore fly through the air. He falls when he scrambles backward as the OP bot approaches them and remains sitting on the ground, petrified. All he can do is stare at OP bot with raw fear is his optics, scared out of his wits that they will turn around and focus their anger on him. It's only once OP bot has fully passed them that Starscream manages to snap out of it and gets the hell out of there, transforming into his alt mode and flying away faster than he's ever done before.

For once, all of Blitzwing's personalities go quiet. Even Random stops smiling. They were always very well aware of OP bot's strength but seeing them utilize it in such calm rage is something else. When OP bot approaches them Blitzwing's face starts spinning around like crazy. Not because any of his personalities want to say anything to the bot but because they are too afraid to face him, even if just briefly. So they rotate, Icy, Random, Hothead, Icy, Random, Hothead, round and round, as they try to push each other to bear the full brunt of OP bot's presence.

Even when scared, Lugnut positions himself between OP bot and his lord Megatron. While OP bot could most definitely kill him in just a split second he still has a duty to perform and if his death would give Megatron the chance to escape then he would die with no regrets. That doesn't mean he's any less frightened of course. Fear is an unfamiliar feeling to Lugnut and while his mind is screaming at him to get as far away as possible his armor puffs out in a threatening display as OP bot passes them by because his loyalty to Megatron is stronger than the fear of death.

Shockwave's mind runs a hundred miles per second, trying to desperately calculate the risk of death (98.07%) and the chance of escaping (0.02%) if OP bot decided to attack them like that. It's only thanks to these calculations that he manages to keep himself calm. He glances at Megatron. As long as his lord survives then he worries not about death but still, this sight... Shockwave has never been as aware of his own mortality as in this exact moment. It's a frightening realization that his life could so easily be wiped out and there would be nothing he would be able to do about it.

The first time Blackarachnia experienced near death for the first time was on Archa-7. Abandoned by her supposed friends and left for dead, she had only managed to survive by adapting and clawing her way forward. This, however, is not a situation she would be able to survive, of that she is sure. OP bot hasn't even done anything to her, hasn't even raised their hand against her, yet she can still feel the cold grip of death around her spark, threatening to snuff it out any second. She always knew they were a threat, she just never knew how little of a chance she actually stood against them.

[princess-of-the-corner]

So I decided to try and see if someone had made a suitable replacement for that RWBY Team Name Generator you mentioned, see if I could share it here for whatever reason.

I could not. Searching it on DuckDuckGo simply gave the following:

This generator on fantasygenerators.com, which did not take names and simply gave random team names based around colors.

A generator that gave randomly generated RWBY team names, including members and basic descriptions of said members, with some alterable options but none for specific names. It seemed intended for D&D npcs or something. Kinda like it though, honestly. Probably one of the best ones here.

This one takes names, but is apparently using them for some sort of pseudo-random generation or something that doesn’t actually account for the name itself. Repeating the same name gives the same result, like how ‘Kevin’ gave me “CDAR (Cedar Chest)” every time. So I wouldn’t use it.

This one is kinda like the first one, but uses a weird font for the results for some reason. Also, I think it may just be pulling from a list. A not very long list. That can be easily found by just scrolling down.

This is the worst one, a generator that doesn’t realize that it is supposed to stick to less that 4 characters. In one case, as many as four characters over the limit. Specifically, AMETHYST. Just, AMETHYST. As in the entire word. Awful.

This one does the same 'pull from a short list’ trick, but doesn’t even bother scrambling the results. It just does the same ones every time. Someone clearly did something wrong here. And I just hit it again and it’s doing a different excerpt every time now. So now I’m really wondering how they messed this up.

This is not a generator, just a generated blog post meant to bait clicks.

This generator isn’t even trying to be accurate, giving results like “Obsidian Ravens” and “Amethyst Wolves”

And this one was another generated blog post without any actual generators. Which has a link to hbomberguy’s video on RWBY. For some reason. What.

So I could not find one that satisfied the requirements. Oh well.

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Fucking oof

Yeah I think the Felix/Zoé/Lila/Fei team is going to have to be manual this time around.