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nanaslutt · 11 months

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Okay but perv Geto is so fucking good and so fucking accurate what if he caught reader using the shower head on herself and decided he would do her one better 👀

perv geto<3 my luv

contains: fem reader, voyerism, perv!geto masturbation(r!&geto), so much dirty talk, sexual tension, praise, degradation, unprotected sex, shower sex, whipped!geto, softer ending, implied aftercare

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“Fuuuu-mmm” you slapped a hand over your mouth to conceal your wines as the strong stream of water from the shower head hit your clit perfectly— the perfect temperature, the perfect pressure.

You had started out standing but quickly decided to make yourself as comfortable as possible on the smooth tile of the shower floor when you realized how intense the stimulation was.

Your legs were spread while you bucked your hips against the stream or water. Your body was jerking and jolting at the sensation of the water caressing just right under the hood of your clit.

You held your breath as the warm water brought you closer and closer to your high, jaw dropping and eyebrows scrunching together as you were pushed off the edge.

“Haaaa-aaah fuck-“ you whined a little too loudly. You felt your walls clench around nothing as your orgasm washed through your body, the warm steady pressure of water was working you over so well, prolonging the intense feeling as you jerked and gasped into the small room of the bathroom.

shlick shlick shlick

“Fuuuuck… cmon go again, do it again..” Geto whispered under his breath from the other side of the door.

You knew you weren’t being relatively as quiet as you know you should’ve been; having a roomate in the house; but you figured the water would drown out most of your noises.

You could not have been more wrong.

For the past five or so minutes that you had been getting up to your antics in the shower, Geto’s ear was pressed against the door, warm hand wrapped around his fist and pumping steadily while listening to your wines and curses as you got yourself off.

He heard you and Shoko talking about this new method to masturbate over the phone the other day, he didn’t mean to ease drop but.. yes he did.

The second he walked by your room and heard you repeat back to shoko, “A shower head? down there? really?” He froze in his tracks, listening to the short conversation after your question that followed.

Ever since that day, whenever you got in the shower he would follow right behind you. The moment he heard the shower come to life, his head was pressed against the thick wood door, listening for any telling signs that you were trying out this new trick you had learned.

And he is so glad he didn’t give up, night after night he spent standing at that door, shuffling his body weight between both of his feet as he waited so patiently to hear something, anything that sounded like you touching yourself, and he finally did.

He wanted to feel guilty he really did, but the vivid image he had painted of you, standing with the shower head you body used, against your clit, moaning and whining as you made yourself cum with it.. the guilt in his body was nowhere to be found.

You panted hard on the floor, squeezing your legs shut in comfort when your orgasm subsided, “holy shit,” you breathlessly whispered, amazed at how good that had felt.

You pulled your lip between your teeth, thinking. The water was still warm, so you couldn’t have been in there for too long.. a second round wouldn’t hurt.. right?

You spread your legs once more, wincing when you brought the shower head back to your clit, face scrunching as you tried to overcome the overstimulation you felt as trying to go again so soon.

You managed to push through it—though you realized you felt ten times more sensitive than before, it was proving to be harder to hold back your noises as you alternated between letting the water spray against your tight hole, and your sensitive little bud.

“Yesyesyes” Geto smiled triumphantly when he heard your noises start up again on the other side of the door after a brief pause. He started up his own hand again, stroking himself faster at the sound of your needier wines this time around.

He was picturing himself standing behind you, his cock fucking in and out of your tight hole while he held the shower head against your clit. He imagined you would protest at how it was too much, too good, to please give you a break— and of course he wouldn’t.

He would fuck into you harder, faster, he would manipulate the shower head in a way so the water was caressing your clit in circles, he pictured you curling in on yourself while you came all over him, he tried desperately to squeeze his hand in a pulsing motion to mimic what he thought your pussy would feel like when your high arrived.

He slowed down his strokes when an idea popped into his head. You could practically see a lightbulb form over him as he completely paused the strokes on his angry dick, quickly pushing his cock back into his pants and zipping them back up.

It was not unusual for the two of you to use the bathroom while the other was in the shower. The sliding shower door was one of those cloudy ones, so you could see nothing but the persons silhouette as they used the shower. The bathroom also had no lock, which Geto thought was absolutely perfect.

He rapped a quick knock onto the wood, “Coming in, gotta brush my teeth” he said as nonchalantly as he could, giving you a could seconds before he cracked the door open.

You were shocked out of your daze, slapping your legs together as the door opened, you prayed he would get his toothbrush and leave, like he usually did, but he had other plan.

“Oh- o-ok-“ You stuttered out when you saw his frame come through the door. You held your breath as you tried to ignore the throbbing between your legs, crying for you to continue the simulation before he interrupted you.

You watched his blurry frame grab his toothbrush, squeezing on the toothpaste and that’s when you froze. You watched as his head turned towards the shower, holding your breath before his deep voice spoke through the room.

“Why are you on the ground?” he questioned, making you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that if you tried hard enough, you might disappear. “Didn’t hear you fall, you okay?” he asked, knowing damn well you weren’t on the floor because you fell.

He wasn’t expecting to see you like this, but he couldn’t deny that the thought of you having to sit down from how weak your legs were from just putting a shower head to your clit was making him dizzy.

“I-i’m okay,” you answered, praying that would be the end of his interrogation— it wasn’t.

“Didn’t answer my question.” He repeated, a smirk you couldn’t see, spreading itself across his handsome face, “Why are you on the ground if you didn’t fall?” He spoke.

You stayed silent, looking around the four walls of the small shower box you were in, trying and failing to come up with some excuse, instead feeling your mouth flap open and closed like a fish while little ‘uhh’ and ‘umms’ fell from your lips.

You watched his figure sit down on the closed toilet seat. The silence in the room was making your heart race, had he heard you moaning?

“Where’s the shower head?” he asked. You pulled your lip into your mouth and closed your eyes, forgetting that you can see the shower head peak out from the top of the shower door.

“What are you doing?” you asked quietly, at this point, you knew he knew— and you knew he was teasing you about it.

“Just wanna know where my shower head went, I spent a lot of money for that attachment you know~” He cooed, making you sigh.

“I..” you started, opening your eyes and peeking at his blurry frame through your peripheral vision, “I have it.” You finished.

“Where?” he quickly responded, smile still plastered on his face, his hand coming down slowly to subtly rub himself over his pants, using the obstruction of the blurry shower door to conceal his antics.

“Down here, with me.” You answered. “What’s it doing down there? hmm?” His deep voice resonated.

You started to feel yourself grow hot, and it wasn’t because of the temperature of the water. “I needed it.” you answered vaguely, feeling yourself throb between your legs at this interaction.

“You needed it?” he repeated, rubbing himself harder over his pants, letting out a short laugh when all you responded with was a short ‘mhm’

He watched your form move behind the glass, guessing your legs had spread open again, watching your arm move to place the shower head back between your legs.

He heard your breath hitch quietly when the water made contact with your little bud once more, “Needed it bad, huh?” he spoke again.

You tipped your head back against the shower wall, ignoring the blaring signals of what the hell are you doing this is your roomate, going off in your head. Instead you opted to move the shower head in circles, letting the water caress your pussy in the way you needed.

“Who taught you that huh?” he asked, knowing full well who the culprit was, and internally thanking her. “A-a friend.” you responded, your breath picking up as you spoke.

“Yeah? Did your friend also say it was okay to use my shower head to play with your pussy?” he asked. His vulgar and more direct words made you whimper, your cunt clenching around nothing as he continued.

“Y-you like it,” you responded, rolling your hips up into the stream of water.

This caught him off gaurd.

“Don’t t-think I haven’t noticed you outside the door whenever I s-shower ngh-“ you whine, wanting your voice to sound more like you were scolding him, but your words came out rushed and needy instead.

“You wanted m-e to do this,” you finished with a whine when the stream hit your clit a little too intensely.

“Fuck,” he laughed, reaching his hand into his pants once more to pull out his cock and stroke himself properly, “Why didn’t you say anything huh?” he asked.

“Didnt w-wanna ruin your fantasy, p-pervert.” you responded, the name making his cock twitch. “Oh I’m the pervert?” he responded, “Who was the one letting me listen to her shower? the one using my shower head to make herself cum?”

“L-listen to yourself, your just a nasty v-voyeur,” you wined, moans freely falling from your lips now at how worked up this conversation was getting you.

He felt his balls clench at your degrading words, cock still in his hand as he stood to his feet, sliding the slower door open in one swift movement and entering the shower, soaking his clothes as he dropped to his knees, gripping your chin in his free hand as he pressed your lips to his.

“Mmm! Mph-“ You whined into his mouth, feeling his arm rapidly move back and forth between you, his heavy breathing giving away his antics.

You kept the shower head on your clit as the two of you made out. He kissed you like he had been wanting to do this for years, bulling his tongue into your mouth and groaning into your cavern, the two of you swallowing each others noises.

“Sugu- Suguru, fuck-“ you moaned his name needing in between kisses, feeling yourself get pushed to the edge for the second time.

He sucked your lip into his mouth before pulling away and gripping your wrist that was controlling the shower head. “Let me fuck you,” he begged against your lips, “Let me fuck you please.” You were astonished at how quickly he was switching gears. He was so dominant just seconds ago and now he was on his knees in front of you, begging you to let him put his dick inside you.

“I’ll make you cum so much harder than this fucking thing please, let me prove it,” he rushed, his hand still jerking quickly over his cock as he sucked his lip into his mouth.

“Okay, okay ye-“ you answer, soul leaving your body when he wrapped his arms around you, yanking the both of you to your feet, he pulled you up by the underside of your thighs wrapping your legs around his waist as he pinned you against the shower wall.

You were getting whiplash as how quickly this was progressing, you gasped in anticipation as his hand grabbed ahold of his cock underneath you, you gasped when you felt it rub against your entrance.

“You can’t take it, Look at me, you can take it.” He spoke, pressing his his forehead to yours and making you keep eyes contact with him, distracting you from the sheer size of his cock that looked like it threatened to split you in half.

The two of you stared at each other with bated breathe, waiting for geto to slip his cock into your hole. The two of you gasped in tandem when he slid inside, the slide eased by the water.

“Oh fuck,” The dark haired man rolled his eyes back in his head, “So fucking tight oh my-“ He cut himself off when he bottomed out, gasping against your mouth as you wined at the stretch.

You’ve never taken anything inside you even remotely close to the girth and length of Geto’s massive cock. You were glad you came once before and your walls were more pliant, otherwise you would’ve been actually worried that he might’ve split you in two.

“Holy fuck you’re so big-“ you praised, looking down between the two of you and seeing your cunt fully pressed against his abdomen. “S-should’ve stopped being a fucking pervert and g-grew the balls to come in here and f-fuck me week ago,” you giggled.

Geto had no idea why when you spoke down to him it made his cock twitch, his balls would clench and threaten to spill his seed without even moving. Even before he got inside you when he heard the name leave your lips he had to squeeze the base of his cock to prevent himself from cumming prematurely.

“I know, you’re right,” he agreed, before he started a rough pace with his hips, fucking meanly into your cunt.

You bounced forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your nails into his back as high pitch “ah! ah! ah’s” we’re fucked out of your lungs.

“This perv fucking you better than that shower head?” he asked, smiling into the crook of your neck as his cocky pistoned in and out of your hole, his fat tip fucking straight into your gspot.

“D-ont kno-w” your words came out choppy and high pitched thanks to his rough thrusts. “You don’t know?” He repeated, his lip jutting out in a frown as he bounced your body up and down his cock with ease. “Let’s find out then,” he added.

He gripped the sides of your body, pulling you up off his cock with ease and flipping your body around, so you were back to chest with him, just like in his fantasy.

He slipped his cock back inside you, making you whine, your legs shaking and trembling under your own weight, small hands reaching out to grip onto the shower door handle to keep yourself steady.

Geto reached over and grabbed the shower head, picking it up off the ground from the tube part and pulling it up into his hands, he quickly checked the pressure and temperature against his fingers before he wrapped one large arm against your tummy, pulling you back against his chest.

He maneuvered his other hand in front of you, teasing the spray of the water against your pelvis before he spoke, “Don’t pass out on me.”

Geto placed the stream of water against your clit before resuming his brutal pace inside your pussy once more. If it wasn’t for his strong grip against your stomach, you were sure your legs would’ve given out on you.

“Fffuuuuuck-“ You wined, eyes rolling back in your head at the intense pleasure. “Fuck- You’re so much tighter when your little clit gets some attention-“ he choked, gritting his teeth at the feeling of your pussy walls constricting around his cock.

He tipped his head back, jaw dropping as he tried not to lose his own balance, he understood now why you ended up on the floor.

“Not gonna last with your squeezing me this fucking tight.” he warned, his lips coming down to suckle against your neck as the both of you were spiraling closer and closer to your impending orgasms.

“Fuck it’s you- you shi-t,” you tried to tell him, making him grin against your neck, “You fuck me better ha-aaah!” you wined, your arms leaving the shower door to dig your nails into his arm that was wrapped around your torso.

“Yeah? Am I making you feel good?” He bated, needing to hear you praise him. “So ahhn! So good Sugu! So fucking good, love your cock-“ you got cut off by the first wave of your orgasm, catching you off gaurd suddenly.

“Yeahhh cum all over my fucking cock- good fucking girl-“ your roomate praised, his thrusts becoming sloppy as your walls fought to milk him for all he was worth,

“Gonna make me cum,” he warned, gritting his teeth and rolling his eyes back when you dug your nails into his arms harder than before.

Unbeknownst to him, he was fucking you straight into overstimulation, you had just come in inch from your life and the stream of water was still steadily massaging your clit, and his mushroom tip was absolutely abusing your gspot.

“Su-“ you tried to speak, to tell him to at least move the shower head but he was out of it himself. The man was fucking you with reckless abandon, humping his dick into your tight walls on instinct, moans freely falling from his lips, his heavy balls making loud vulgar slaps against your ass-

He pulled out just before he came, making him drop the shower head and simultaneously releasing his hold on you, making you drop to your knees.

You looked up at him just in time when he came, his large hand caressed your face while his other stroked him through his orgasm, abs and balls clenching alike while warm spurts of cum covered your pretty face.

“Thank you- Thank you-“ He choked out between the waves of his orgasm, his head was tilted back, jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut at the intensity, you and never seen a more beautiful sight.

His legs were visibly shaking, fighting to keep himself standing as his fist squeezed out the remaining drops of his cum onto your face.

When he started to come down his next dropped to look at you, gasping, trying to catch his breath as he looked at the art he created on your beautiful face.

When the fuzziness started to fade out of his head he realized how uncomfortable he was, his slacks and button up shirt was half drenched, sticking to his skin uncomfortably from the water. His big hand came up to rub the back of his neck as he squatted in front of you, before bringing both hands down to your face using his large thumbs to rub his cum into your cheeks.

“I-“ He stopped himself, clearing his throat before leaving a soft peck on your lips, “Legs get you cleaned up,” he smiled, scooping you up and letting you wrap your limbs around him like a koala as he carried your wet bodies out of the shower.

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smugraccoon137 · 2 years

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In that really fun time of the year where nothing makes me happy 😊

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bndc0928 · 1 day

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Another “If ‘obey me’ was a TV show” bloopers:

*when Satan and Lucifer switched bodies in the story, but for the sake of skit, they don’t actually switch. When it says ‘Satan’, it’s supposed to be Lucifer in Satan’s body.”

Lucifer: “Satan, I’ve told you to keep your forbidden books out of reach.”

Satan: *just looks at him with a raised brow.* “That’s my line.”

Lucifer: “Fuuuu***, I’m supposed to be you.” *everyone lightly chuckles*

Satan: “You are Satan. I am you.”

MC: “Cause that’s not confusing.” *Says sarcastically*

Lucifer: “Let’s try this again. Wait, what’s my line then?” *Levi with script jogs over to him* “Okay, I got it.”

Levi: “You sure?”

Lucifer: *Rolls eyes.* “Yes Asshole. Now start the scene.”

Satan: “I want to point out how much Lucifer isn’t like his character.” *says with a small laugh.*

MC: “Yea, and you two are actually best friend. As long as the viewers think you hate each other it’s okay.”

Mammon: “I’m not as much of a trouble maker in real life.”

Director: “That’s debatable.”

Mammon: “Pulling a prank and actually causing trouble are two different things.”

Everyone: “He has a point.”

Director: “Just start the scene, so we can go to lunch.”

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obeymeimagines #obeymemammon #obey me mammon

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arandomnerd810 · 2 months

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Can we just talk about how good this scene is for a second? (ft my poor attempt at a your new home meme as an excuse to talk about it)

it’s so good every time i remember it i need to info dump about it so i may have already posted about it but i don’t even care if so appreciate it again

info dumping about it below

The fact he just got out of that situation with remus which had to have been if not just confusing pretty darn scary for him? (side tangent no Logan is unlikely to be the orange side Virgil said “him (Janus) or any of his other friends” plural meaning there are 3 dark sides already) Throughout this episode he was showing good growth by accommodating for Thomas’ current poor mental state, even going as far as to push some plans to the next day for him. And then he just gave up?? as the camera zoomes out showing the mess Logan knows now isn’t going to be cleaned up any time soon and then his feelings were just pushed aside by everyone fuuuu he did concede this want the worst distraction in his words but let’s be real C! Thomas is not ready for a romantic relationship right now which the topic will very likely be apart of the season finale. (honestly i feel like the only reason they added that line in was so the ending wasn’t a complete bummer lmaooo)

#sanders sides #tss #ts sides #logan sanders #tss logan #tss logic

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fictionfordays · 1 year

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Parked

The gif search function would not load any of Ran!!! So I found this gif on Google Images, credit to the gif maker! So sorry :'(

(21+) Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

CW: piv, riding, car sex, pet names (baby, sweet thing, good girl, pretty girl), begging, Ran is a tease but also kinda romantic, softdom!Ran ig, lil hair pulling

WC: <1k

A/N: The brainrot is so fr rn like 😵‍💫🫠 I. Can. Not. Function. Also as a side note: idk do we like the divider right here to separate the Masterlist links or nah???

Back to Main Masterlist | Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

The air feels hot, a stark contrast to the cool breeze just outside the vehicle. Between the clouds and the city lights, the stars are nowhere to be seen, the night sky seeming even darker than usual.

Of course, the foggy film forming on your car windows doesn't help that fact. The only light illuminating you being the dim lights on the radio and the parking light a couple of rows over from where you're parked in a random lot.

Memories from your dream the night prior flooded your mind, coupled with the warm hand that grasped your upper thigh as he drove to who knows where, fingers delicately digging into the meat of your leg, made your panties feel uncomfortably damp on the far too long drive.

You squeeze your legs together. He notices, of course he notices, and you see him smirk out of the corner of your eye. His slender fingers sliding their way up your cute little skirt but stopping short of where you wanted him most.

He feels you, ready to jump out of your skin desperately.

"You okay, baby?" His voice holds a teasing lilt that makes sparks run straight to your core. "You seem a little... on edge~"

You slowly spread your legs a tiny bit wider, hoping that maybe he takes the hint. "'M fine..."

He knows you're not.

The air in the car changes as he begins to move his fingers again, stopping at the hem of your poor wet panties.

"Good girls use their words." A statement. No, a demand. You take in a shaky breath, pulling your skirt up just a little bit higher, sinking just a little bit lower in your seat, hoping to subtly entice him to keep going.

He taps your thigh once... twice... thrice before tsking. He's not one to ask a second time.

"P-please, Ran. Jus' need you..." your quiet pleas fall on deaf ears. He removes his fingers from where they sat so dangerously close to where you wanted him, needed him.

The rest of the car ride is silent. Your nerves becoming restless when he's suddenly veering the car onto random dirt roads and parking in some abandoned lot.

Which is how you find yourself now, straddling his lap in the backseat of his car, moving your hips frantically to the pace he set. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips harshly as he helps you move along his thick shaft.

Your fingers thread through his long hair and tug firmly, pulling his head back enough to expose his neck to your desperate and wet kisses, nibbling along his jawline before making your way to his collarbone and biting down roughly.

A shamelessly loud moan escapes his swollen lips, "f-fuuuu... hnn you'll be the death of me, sweet thing~" his voice is raspy and quiet.

He slides one hand down from where his fingers were bruising your hip, his thumb rubbing all too slowly through your folds and catching just right on your sensitive little nub.

"Raannnn~" you moan, too quiet for his liking.

"C'mon, baby, lemme hear you," he bites your shoulder before rubbing quick, tight circles over your clit. His lavender eyes searched what he could see of your sweet face ere his other hand wrapped behind you and firmly traced up your spine. He held you close, keeping you attached as he adjusted the position. He began fucking up into you, the force of it pushing you forward so your chest was pressed against his own.

You moaned loudly this time, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed so beautifully as he continued to hit that spongey spot inside of you. Your warm, wet walls fluttering around his length as he held you close. Your legs began to tremble as his thumb rubbed faster circles over your clit and his thrusts became desperate and erratic.

“That’s it, baby…” he mumbled against your damp skin.

The coil in your belly was tightening.

"G-god, you feel so fuckin’ tight," he panted against your ear. "Close, huh, pretty girl?" He teased a little, though he, too, was getting close.

“Hnn~” you hummed, breath hitching. “Feel s’ good, baby. G-g’na cum mnnnhh-” you grabbed his face, bringing your lips down to crash against his, teeth bumping in the process.

He moaned into the kiss. “G-go ahead -ahhh- and cum for me, sweet thing~” His hips began to stutter when he felt you fluttering, your warm walls squeezing around his length so tight causing him to sputter thick ropes of cum inside of you. You both moaned and whimpered against each other’s lips as you milked him for all that he’s worth. His deep groans sent shivers down your spine as you rode out your highs together.

You rested your forehead against his, your breaths hot against each other’s faces.

He kissed your nose sweetly, with a warm, mischievous smile. “We don’t have to be home any time soon…” he smiled and searched your eyes, “we got time for another round~”

You chuckled at him warmly, “Ran, you are… insufferable.”

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askyuuandco · 3 months

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Twisted Wonderland Incorrect Quotes 21

Riddle: MR TRAPPOLA OPEN THE DAMN DOOR! D:<

Ace; Hahaha! Make me fat ass! HAHAHA- >XD Riddle: *breaks open the door* >:( Ace: WHAT THE HELL- Riddle: *processed to beat his ass* Ace: *screaming like a bitch* Yuu: *who came over to visit everyone* O.O'/// *backs away slowly* -------------------------------------------------------- Kalim: I'm hungry Jamil: So lick that coat. Jamil: you smell like a- Kalim: Grilled Cheese. Jamil: What? OnO Kalim: Grill me a cheese .O^O. Jamil: I am not grilling you a cheese D:< Kalim: *cries like a baby* ;A; WAAAAAHHHH!!! Jamil: Oh for god sakes =n= Jamil: *grills him a cheese* =m= Kalim: *over his shoulder hugging him*

----------------------------------------------------------------- F!Ace : If Riddle were to walk into a wall her nose would hit before her chest

F! Riddle: >:0 ... F! Riddle: I'm going to measure this! >:L F! Riddle: I'm going to put my nose against the wall screw you! D:< *leaves to go do just that* F! Deuce: *looks at Ace* your gonna get in trouble F! Ace: It's Fine ^u^ F! Riddle: *realize it's true* AWWWW MAN! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! F! Ace: HAHAHAHAHA!!! >XD F! Deuce: *face palms* -------------------------------------------------------------------- Lilia: Uhhh....Hey Cater...I burnt the water... ._.'///

Cater: Lilia how tf do you burn the water!? >A>

Lilia: idk bro it just caught on fire ;m; Cater: Lilia OMG! omo'/// Cater: THE DORM IS ON FIRE!!! oAo'/// *trying to put it out with water magic* Lilia: I'M SORRY I CAN'T COOK ;A; Cater: FUUUU!!!! ---------------------------------------------------- Silver: Behold the school goth has left her dorm! Goth!Y/N: Bring me the country music-loving farm boy. Epel: *being carried by a bunch of people* NO! NO! Y'ALL LEMME GO! I DON'T WANNA-! ;A;'//// Silver: I'm sorry. The goth girl demands it. UnU'/// Goth!Y/N: If you're good we can visit Bass Pro shops after Hot Topic. :l --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kid!Silver: I'm never gonna go through puberty. ;-;

Lilia: Of course you will, baby. <:D Lilia: but we're a family of late bloomers. <:D Lilia: I didn't until I was 240, and nor did Malleus <:D Kid!Silver: Why does that matter? I'm adopted. :0

Pre-Teen!Malleus: Malleus: *kicks down door with full force* WHAT!? Pre-Teen!Malleus: OM7 Pre-Teen!Malleus: WHO TOLD YOU!? D:< Lilia: =v=' ...

#twisted wonderland #twst incorrect quotes #ace trappola #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #deuce spade #kalim al asim #jamil viper #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #silver vanrouge #epel felmier

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fictionalgap · 9 months

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Steal My Heart

(chapter4)

Pairing: Kit Thantalos x Reader

Summary: Kit makes you a surprise.

Warnings: Swearing, underwater kiss😉😉😉

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Song Recommendation: Fire on fire - Sam Smith

You and Kit have been riding for two hours. Wherever Kit wanted to visit, It was really close to where your mother stayed.

"Kit, why are we here?" you asked suspiciously.

She stopped in front of your house. You stopped when she stopped.

She got off from the horse and landed on her feet. She approached to you and said "Suprise!" with a giant smile.

Your mouth moved but no words came out. You didn't know how did she knew you lived here but you were happy that she brought you here.

You saw your mum at the door of your house.

"Y/N!" She ran at you with open arms.

You got off from your horse and ran to her. You hugged and Kit watched you from where she stood.

"I wasn't expecting you too soon." your mother said with excitement.

"Should I go back?" you teased her with a smirk.

She playfully hit your shoulder then hugged you tighter. You broke the hug.

You turned to Kit. "This is Ki-, the Princess of Tir Aslee-"

"Your highness." your mum bowed to Kit.

"It's really nice to meet you. Just Kit is enough." she smiled to your mother.

"It is really nice to meet you too, Kit." she smiled then looked at you.

"Don't stand there, come in. " Your mum hurried into your house.

You all walked into the house. You and Kit were sitting in your kitchen. Marlene and kids were out somewhere. Your mum was brewing some tea as you fidgeted with your fingers anxiously.

"Thank you." you said to the girl next to you with a smile. "Don't. I just wanted a break from the castle." she pushed the subject away. A pleased smile obvious on her face.

"How did you know I lived here?" you questioned.

She cleared her throat after she avoided your gaze.

Your mum came with teas and placed them on the table. You both took the cups.

Your mum sat down with a wide smile.

"So, tell me everything."

Kit told her how you saved her life. You told about how Queen forgave your crimes and had a generous job offer for you.

Your mum told Marlene and her kids were great to her. They were able to live well since she was town's healer and made more than enough money. She told you she helped her during she was working and also take care of the kids.

You were grateful Marlene was there for your mother. You knew your mother wanted to give up on doing theft long time ago.

Your father didn't want to. He was a good man but he liked stealing so much it was almost like he needed it.

"Once a thief, always a thief." you remembered his words to your mother after she told him she didn't wanted to do this anymore.

After a couple of hours it was almost evening. "We should get back." you turned to Kit.

Kit nodded and stood up from her seat. You felt her hand brushing yours.

You said your goodbyes then got back on the road to the castle.

"You never answered me." You asked her calmly.

"Hm?" She turned to you.

"How did you know I lived here?"

She sighed nervously.

"You know that while were training your letter fell down. When you went to drink water I read it before I gave it to you." She looked down.

You stopped riding your horse. Your face fell with disappointment. Never in a million years you would think of her as someone like that.

"I know It's not nice to read someone else's p-"

"No. It's not and-" You started to get angry but something stopped you.

Your eyes got bigger when you looked at her direction.

"Kit. Don't move."

Kit's eyes widen with fear and she had the urge just to take a look but she couldn't.

She had a big hairy spider on her shoulder.

You didn't know how the hell she didn't feel that. It looked big and poisonous.

'What is with the Princess Of Tir Asleen and poisonous animals?' you thought to yourself.

She eyed her left and with realization her eyes got wider and she panicked for a second then fell from the horse.

She fell into the mud and now she was covered in it.

"Fuuuuuck!"

You snorted as you ran to her, saving her from the mud and the spider.

Spider was barely in the mud, was already crawling its way out to the clean grass.

You held Kit's hand and helped her up.

"Come on, there is a pond over there."

She groaned as she followed your lead.

She got rid of her outer clothes and you both washed them . You were glad it was Summer. It would dry quickly.

"I am sorry."

You looked at her direction.

"I shouldn't have looked. I just I didn't know why I did it. I - I guess I was curious or I-I don't have any excuse. When It's about you I just want to know more. A-and I guess I got excited."

You knew she was telling the truth.

You nodded to her and to yourself.

She looked at you as she was waiting for an 'I forgive you.'

Instead you stood up and wondered around the pond. She got up from her seat and stood next to you.

She looked in your eyes desperately. "Y/N?"

You stared at her coldly and she frowned at your expression.

Then, all of a sudden, you put your hands on her arms and pushed her to the pond in front of you.

"Wha-" she managed to get out before water splashed around and your giggles filled the woods.

She got up to the surface and swam her way back and got off from the water.

You expected an annoyed look on her face but she was smiling. She came next to you with her arms on her waist.

She bit her lip and nodded to herself. "I deserved it."

You laughed. She smiled as you laughed more.

What you didn't expect was her pushing you into the water.

You found yourself in blue-green pond and you saw her jumping in the water again. She was swimming to your direction. You looked at her with a smile. There was enough light inside the pond. Thanks to the Sun. You could see her clearly.

You saw her looking at you softly. That look melt your heart but also It awoke something inside you. You pulled her to yourself to give a peck to her lips. You looked at her face. It was blank. Than you swam to the surface and took a deep breath. When you saw her coming right after you. You couldn't find the courage to face her.

You took a deep breath and dived into the pond. You decided to wait there as If that was a good solution. You saw her coming down. She had a happy expression on her face as much as someone can when they are holding their breath. She came down to your level.

Then something you never could have guess happened. She held your cheeks with both of your hands and kissed you. You relaxed into the kiss as you felt her not hating this.

Your smile met your eyes as she clinged onto you. You looked at her eyes as she looked at yours. You held her arms but she smiled and pulled you to the surface with her.

Taglist: @valenftcrush @elliewilliamsgf69 @hayatistirahati @rubycruzsbitch @crxmxnzl-c0rpzes @scarletchase1989

#ruby cruz #sapphic #willow 2022 #lgbtq #kit thantalos x reader #kit tanthalos #willow the series #save willow #willow series #willow fanfic #willow #wlw fanfic #wlw #sapphic fanfic #lgbtq fanfiction #hazel callahan x reader

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schoolchaos · 3 months

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Say No To This x Epic: The Musical

Eurylochus:

There's nothing like years out on the seas

Soldiers under stress meets someone looking pretty

There's trouble in the air, you can smell it

Captain faced her by himself, I'll let him tell it

Odysseus:

I hadn't slept in a week

I was weak, I was awake

You've never seen a king and captain more in need of a break

Longing for Penelope

Missing my kid

That's when Circe and her nymphs turned all my men to pigs, I said

Odysseus:

Hey there, lady of the palace

I'm so sorry to bother you at home

But I sent men to patrol, yet only one came back alone

She said

Circe:

All men have done us wrong

Beatin' us, cheatin' us, mistreatin' us

So yours are in their true forms

I'll never have open arms

Odysseus:

So I told her ‘bout my flower that lets me claim her power, she said

Circe:

It's like that, then

Odysseus:

I told her ‘bout how I had picked it with my bare hands

They were like god hands, she said

Circe:

From Hermes, then

Odysseus:

Then I said, "You should release my men"

She turned red, she led me to her bed

Let her legs spread and said

Circe:

Stay

Odysseus:

Huh?

Circe:

Hey

Odysseus:

That's when I began to say

Girl, what do you mean by this

Circe:

What do you mean you don't know what I mean by this

Don't you know I look so helpless

Your body should be saying, "Hell, yes"

Whoa

Odysseus:

No, I don't know what you mean by this

You want me to betray my wife for this?

In my mind, I'm tryin' to go (go, go, go)

Then her mouth is on mine, but I still say

No, no (Penelope)

Odysseus:

After the witch tried to seduce me,

Which confused me, my wife is not named Circe

So yes, after this endeavor, I became a beggar

For everyone's sakes I had to beg her, I said

Odysseus (+Circe):

Circe, I hope my words get through to your heart

For twelve years, my family has been apart

Our trip at sea has started to run out of luck

You see, we pissed off Poseidon and now we're so (fuuuu)

Odysseus:

Yeah, so, we made the wrong god gain a strong grudge

All because we may have given his son an eye nudge

But man, I just keep dreamin’ of seein' my wife

If the tides ain't right, then I'll miss my child's whole life

Circe:

I heard his words and my heart begun to race

Poseidon's such a disgrace, he said

Odysseus:

Circe

Circe:

Still dressed, apologetic, a mess, he looked pathetic, he cried

Odysseus:

We must go, please

Circe:

So Poseidon's wrath won't let up?

Odysseus (Circe):

I didn't realize he was the father (stop crying gods dammit, get up)

It was mercy, not a bother (you are ruined)

Please don't leave me with him, helpless (He is helpless, how could I help him?)

Circe (Odysseus):

I'll give you what you want so you can be free (Penelope, Penelope)

Whatever you want, I've been swayed

You’ll be safe (Gods, show me how to go home to her)

Odysseus:

I just wanna go home to her

Circe (Odysseus):

The situation's not yet helpless (helpless)

And my heart is being selfless

Odysseus (Circe):

Please, show me how to get home to her (whoa)

How can I get home to her?

I started losing hope (hope, hope, hope)

Then Circe released my men like I knew she would (yes)

Penelope

Odysseus (Soldiers):

Penelope, I just said no to this

Although there's no way I can go (home, home, home)

Circe:

Well…

There are other ways back home

#epic the musical #epic the circe saga #hamilton musical #say no to this #circe #odysseus #the oddyssey #how have i not seen this already #both fandoms are disappointing me #took me a whole ass day to write this #someone be appreciative

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littlelewdmable · 1 year

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Learning From The Master

Ruby: Don't stop!

Jaune: *Fingering Ruby*

Ruby: AAAHHH!!!

Saphron: *Walks in* Hey what's- Wow!

Jaune: It's not what it looks like!

Ruby: We're just-

Saphron: Jaune! That's not how you finger a pussy! This is~! *Starts fingering Ruby*

Ruby: FUUUU-

#rwby #rwby shitpost #rwby smut #jaune arc #ruby rose #saphron arc #eldercaster #lancaster #saphron cookies

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moonferry · 2 months

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who's that pokemon? "it's pikachu!" it's fsioy chapter 6! "fuuuu-"

omg hi guys i FINALLY finished chapter 6 and this one is a DOOZY. like its twice the length of the last chapter, which was already twice the length of a normal chapter. this is FOUR TIMES THE LENGTH OF A NORMAL CHAPTER GUYS.

warnings: emotional abuse, emotional manipulation, physical abuse, parental abuse (mentioned), anger issues/uncontrollable anger issues, drowning (used as a metaphor), religion(mentioned)

word count: 4347

summary: kent and jodi tell jodi's mother about their engagement, shit hits the fan, and then they finally get married (woo)

ao3 link: here

other chapters: chapter masterlist

April 19XX, Midtown Zuzu City – Middle Of The War | One Day Until Deployment

“You WHAT?!” Jodi’s mother asked angrily. Her face was bright red and her teeth were bared. Kent could’ve sworn he noticed a small stream of white smoke funneling out of her ears. Needless to say, this encounter was not going as smoothly as he hoped.

The two decide to (rather stupidly) tell Jodi’s mother of their engagement. If you could really call it that, anyway. It didn't help that, given the situation, they would have to get married that very day. This fact did not go over well with Jodi’s mother, which brings us back to the present: Kent and Jodi are standing in the backroom of the small bookstore, receiving an earful from Jodi’s mother about how “irresponsible” they were.

“I told you to stay away from my daughter,” Mrs. Smith - Jodi’s mother - barked, sending a glare in Kent's direction. He shrank down under the pressure of her look - it felt as if a thousand tiny, jagged knives were piercing his skin. He was definitely not a fan, in fact, he was actually quite afraid.

“I know, Ma’am, and I’m sor-” Kent tried to defend himself, though he was quickly cut off.

“You’re sorry? You’re SORRY?!” The older woman sneered, her voice rising in volume as she repeated the phrase. She shook her head with a barely contained rage. “Oh, I’ll make sure you’re ‘sorry’ because this-,” she waved a finger between Kent and Jodi, “is never going to happen.”

“Mother!” Jodi protested, her own voice rising from the rush of emotions. Jodi absolutely hated it when her mother was angry, especially this angry. She had lived with the other woman long enough to know that it never ended well. Someone always got hurt.

“You’ll get your turn, Jodi. So be a good daughter and stay out of it,” Her mother snapped back, her voice never softening - even when it was directed at her daughter.

This phrase seemed to spark Jodi’s own anger. She had heard her mother use those familiar words far too many times. It had been used against her throughout her entire childhood– “why can’t you be more like your cousins?”, “‘good daughters’ don’t do that,” “Jodi, I’m very disappointed in you”. She was sick of it.

“My entire life, I have done nothing but be a good daughter,” Jodi retorted, her own emotions clouding her thinking. Normally, she is able to keep herself composed, but this time her mother went too far. “I did everything you asked, whenever you asked,” she spoke before shaking her head as she realized her next words, “But it was never enough.”

“I was never enough for you,” Jodi expressed, her next words hitching in her throat as she glanced over at Kent, “but I was always enough for Kent.”

“Jodi, your words are hurtful to me. Don’t you realize how hard it was to be a mother to you and your siblings?” Mrs.Smith scolded, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Don’t do that,” Jodi pleaded, the shiny wetness of tears appearing in the corners of her eyes as she spoke again, “Please.”

“As your mother, I know what’s best for you,” The older woman piped up. She sent another glare towards Kent before adding, “And he isn’t it.”

Jodi shook her head, barely able to keep herself together. Watching the scene before him pulled at Kent’s heartstrings. He knew Jodi had a rocky relationship with her mother, but he didn’t know it was this extreme. Despite desperately wanting to help, Kent didn’t know how. Everything he could think of would only make the situation worse. A small frown formed on his lips.

Jodi glanced down at her feet and went quiet. Her mother approached her and gingerly patted her cheek, though the gesture seemed kind enough, Kent swore he noticed Jodi tense up.

“This isn’t her fault, okay?” Kent defended, breaking his lapse of silence. He inhaled deeply, gathering his wits before adding, “Do whatever you want with me, just leave her alone.”

“Oh, I intend to,” Mrs. Smith replied flatly. She moved over to where Kent was standing. Despite being much shorter than Kent - even in her heels - the woman seemed to tower over him. He felt a small lump form in his throat and shrank himself further. He was absolutely terrified, but he managed to get the woman’s attention off of Jodi - which was really all he was trying to do, anyway. Kent was too worried about Jodi to care what might happen to him.

Jodi’s mother scrutinized Kent, her eyes narrowing and her lip curling into a small sneer. It was as if he was an insect not worthy enough to dirty up her shoe. Kent braced himself for an unimaginable string of hateful words - and he could think of at least 3 different phrases the woman might use - but they never came. Instead, all Kent received was a short “You’re fired.”

Kent nodded.He expected as much. After all, that was the condition he agreed to. It’s not like it would matter, anyway, because he would’ve had to leave the job because of the circumstances. He expected far worse, to be honest, and that made him especially suspicious.

Kent’s suspicions grew as he watched Mrs. Smith walk towards Jodi. He shook his head in protest, a look of shock contorting his features.

“Hey!” He protested, “You said you’d leave her alone.”

“No,” the woman replied, sending another cold sneer towards him, “I didn’t.”

Kent was dumbfounded. His jaw stood agape in surprise. It was true, though, the woman had never explicitly stated she would leave Jodi alone. How could he have been so stupid? He was filled with worry as he watched Jodi, who hadn’t moved or spoken in at least ten minutes. She was just looking at the floor and had her hands neatly against her lap, one hand over the other.

“Look, sweetheart,” Her mother started, adding a copious amount of what Kent could only assume was fake kindness into her words. She stood in front of Jodi, resting her hand on her daughter’s chin. She tilted it upwards, forcing Jodi to look at her, before adding, “We can chalk this up to a big misunderstanding, yes? Forget this little fantasy of yours and come back to the real world. Be that perfect daughter you once were.”

Jodi began trembling, but not from fear. She was desperately fighting against a massive wave of emotions, trying so hard to keep herself composed. She took a deep breath and let herself sink beneath the water, letting the coolness of the waves lap against her flaming skin. Soon, she was drowning. Drowning in an ocean of her own making. Everything she did - every struggle she made - seemed to only drag her down further, so she let go. She stopped fighting against herself and learned to move with the current, to finally speak when her head breached the surface of the water.

Jodi took a deep breath before calmly shaking her head, adding a barely audible, “No.”

“Excuse me?” Her mother replied. The older woman’s face contorted slightly. She hoped this was just a big misunderstanding, so she asked, “What did you say?”

“No. I said ‘no’,” Jodi replied, her voice gaining volume as she was filled with an almost alien confidence. She raised her arm and pushed her mother’s hand away from her face, taking a step backwards to add even more space between the two of them, before adding, “I’m so tired of being your ‘perfect daughter’.”

“You don’t mean that, Jodi.”

“Yes I do,” Jodi replied, her own anger returning once again. She crossed her arms over her chest and let out a small huff. “I did everything for you. Everything. And you barely acknowledged me.”

“That’s not tru-”

“It is true!” Jodi spat. Her voice rose and her face flushed red with a mixture of remorse and anger. She shook her head and blinked back tears before softly mumbling, “I just wanted you to love me.”

“Well, maybe, if you weren’t so hard to love, I would have,” Her mother replied back, disdain filling her voice.

Jodi sniffled before closing her eyes - trying desperately not to let any rogue tears escape. She shook her head lightly. That wasn’t true. Everyone Jodi met seemed to love her. Even so, she couldn’t convince herself it wasn’t true. There was something about hearing those words from your mother - from someone who was supposed to love you no matter what - that broke her.

Kent’s brows furrowed together as he moved closer to the two. He grunted in anger and sent his own glare towards the older woman.

“You’re wrong,” He spat. He glanced at Jodi with a soft expression before reaching out and gently taking her hand in his own. Kent gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before speaking once again, “Jodi isn’t hard to love. She’s amazing.. And.. and fun. And so full of life. For me, loving her is like breathing: it’s so easy and I do it without thinking.”

Kent turned to Jodi and moved to rest his hand against her cheek, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. He glanced back at Jodi’s mother before adding, “Maybe you’re the one who’s hard to love.”

Mrs. Smith’s lip curled and her nostrils flared in anger. She bared her teeth, clenching a shaking fist at her side.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, boy. I’ve lived with this girl for seventeen years. None of those were easy,” She spoke viciously: it was like venom was shooting out of her mouth with every word.

“Please, just let me do this,” Jodi pleaded, glancing up at her mother with a somber expression. She held her gaze for a few moments - trying to express how much this meant to her - before adding, “Just this one thing.”

“This ‘one thing’ ruins everything I’ve worked for, Jodi,” Her mother replied, the harshness never leaving her words. Mrs. Smith moved a hand to rub away a protruding vein in her forehead, letting out a sigh. She spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, “I expected you to understand that. Yet, you can’t seem to.”

She shook her head with a small “tsk”, her lips forming into a small line, “And after everything I’ve done for you, nonetheless. Ungrateful.”

“No! I appreciate everything you’ve done,” Jodi protested.

“Do you know the things I sacrificed to get the family I have? To get where I am?” Her mother asked, accusations layered deep in her voice - as if her poor life choices were somehow Jodi’s fault. “Well, do you?” She repeated, her voice raising in volume as she inched closer, slowly closing the distance until there was only a foot between the two of them.

“N-no,” Jodi replied, all her previous confidence seeping out of her body.

“You will never understand!” Jodi’s mother shouted.

A loud SMACK soon followed and Kent shook out of his stupor. He looked over and noticed Jodi was cradling the side of her face, barely covering a bright red palm print as tears stung her eyes. He rushed to Jodi’s side and wrapped his arms around her protectively. He angled his body, making a barrier between Jodi and her mother.

“What is wrong with you?” He spat at the older woman. His concern shifted to anger after Jodi assured him she was alright. His eyes flashed with rage and he exhaled heavily out of his nose.

Recognition seemed to wash over the woman, followed by a wave of regret. She frantically shook her head as she glanced between her palm and the red marking on Jodi’s face. All the anger seemed to disappear from her body as she tried to get closer to her daughter - though she was stopped by a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, Jodi, I’m sorry.. I didn’t.. I didn’t mean to,” Mrs. Smith frantically apologized, tears of regret streaming down her face. She was sputtering now, trying to justify her action in some way. “I’m sorry, honey. I don’t know what came over me. I just.. I get so angry,” She pleaded, once again reaching a hand out to try and comfort Jodi, though she was once again stopped by Kent.

“C’mon, Jo, let’s go,” Kent urged. He wrapped his arm around Jodi’s shoulders and led her out of the store. He glanced back at Jodi’s mother and gave a disapproving head shake.

“I’m sorry. Don’t go. Please don’t go,” her mother called back, but her words were barely audible. The soft chime of the bell over the door caused the words to get lost entirely as Kent and Jodi exited the store.

Once outside, Kent frowned and gently cradled Jodi’s face in his hands. He tilted her head to the side and carefully investigated the swelling mark.

“Kent, really, I’m fine,” Jodi protested, though she allowed him to investigate the wound.

“I’m sorry that happened,” Kent spoke before gently releasing Jodi’s face - he had finished his examination and determined that it was likely going to bruise.

Jodi shrugged. She anxiously fidgeted with the sleeves of her cardigan and mumbled, “I’m used to it. Mom has these.. Anger issues. She can’t help it.”

Kent’s frown deepened as he listened to Jodi’s explanation. He opened his arms and allowed Jodi to lean against him before wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on the top of her head.

Jodi wrapped her own arms around Kent’s midsection, burying her face in the small crook of his neck.

“I understand if you don’t want to marry me anymore,” Jodi mumbled. Kent felt small speckles of wetness against his shirt and moved his hand to rub gentle, reassuring circles onto Jodi’s back.

“No. I still want to marry you,” Kent assured. He hesitated before placing a small, barely noticeable kiss on the top of her hair. When Jodi didn’t react, he spoke again, “I meant it, you know. What I said back there… about loving you."

Jodi raised her head and looked at Kent curiously, “Really? After everything you just witnessed?”

Kent smiled down at her and nodded. “Yeah. We aren’t our parents, Jodi. I will love you despite everything you’ve been through or anything you will go through. Your past or future experiences don’t define who you are. Sure, they helped shape you into who you are today, but you are not your experiences. You’re just Jodi - who, by the way, is an incredible woman. So, yes, I still want to marry you, in spite of everything I witnessed.”

Jodi smiled back and rested her forehead against Kent’s chin. Despite everything that just happened, she felt lighter in a way. Part of her knew her mother would never agree, and Jodi was fine with that. She was finally realizing she could make her own decisions.

“I just wish I had an actual ring to give you,” Kent mumbled, a faint frown moving across his lips. Under better circumstances, he would’ve asked his father about the Zuzu City marriage ritual - the process of exchanging rings with someone you love and want to spend your life with. Unfortunately, that isn’t possible. Kent doesn’t even have time to get a cheap knock off from the local pawn shop.

“Oh, Kent,” Jodi replied, shaking her head, “I don’t need a fancy ring. I just need you.”

…

A small group had gathered in the middle of the city, completely filling the small chapel - only two seats were left open, one in honor of Kent’s father, the other for Jodi’s mother (Jodi insisted on inviting her despite the earlier events, she was her mother, after all.) . The two people they surrounded were wearing their fanciest clothes: Kent wearing a suit that belonged to his father - ironed so neatly that a wrinkle wouldn’t even dare form on it, his hair slicked back with so much gel it might be considered a fire hazard if he got too close to a stray candle - and Jodi wearing a dress borrowed from Kent’s mother - it was a bit too big and yellowing at the edges from age, but Jodi didn’t let that bother her.

Kent waited anxiously as a piano started playing the familiar bridal march. He scanned the faces of everyone in the crowd, noting his own mother had a proud expression on her face - despite the tears streaming down her cheeks. Everyone in this room was someone close to him or Jodi and that made him feel even more sentimental. He glanced toward the chair left for his father and felt his heart ache. Even though it had been five months, the grief of losing his father never fully subsided. Somehow, Kent swore he saw a ghostly figure resting in the chair, a wide smile on his face and his eyes doing the familiar crinkle. He also felt the warmth of his father’s hug pressing against him - as if every single thread in the suit was embedded with his essence, his love.

Kent closed his eyes and silently prayed to himself: “Yoba, if you hear this, thank you, for everything. Please take care of my dad for me, okay?” When he opened his eyes, the ghostly figure was gone, so was the warmth, but the memory remained.

The song continued and Kent eagerly watched the church entrance. There, Jodi was slowly entering. She nearly tripped over her dress several times - Kent noticed. He smiled to himself as she crept closer and closer to the stage where Kent was standing. He extended a hand and helped her up the stairs - careful not to snag the dress and make her trip.

He glanced at her again and was utterly speechless: she looked even more beautiful than usual. Her hair wasn’t in its normal braid, instead, her peachy-auburn locks were wound in an intricate bun (likely his mother’s doing, he assumed). Kent looked at Jodi and saw the entire world in her light blue eyes; he saw their future and knew everything would turn out fine. Kent held both Jodi’s hands in his own and smiled once again.

“You’re beautiful,” he spoke breathlessly as he waited for the priest to open the Book of Yoba and begin the officiation.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” Jodi replied, adding some of the familiar joking nature Kent was used to. This caused him to let out a small laugh, which promptly caused him to receive a glare from the priest - who had just begun his sermon. Kent getting “scolded” caused Jodi to let out a small giggle of her own and Kent promptly made a dramatic “shh” gesture.

The priest sent another glare their way before continuing his ceremony. He included the usual bells and whistles but stopped when he mentioned the exchanging of the rings.

“We.. we don’t have rings,” Kent explained sadly.

The priest nodded and was about to continue when a loud creak was heard - someone had just hurriedly pushed open the huge doors of the chapel and was currently sprinting towards the altar. It was Jodi’s mother and she seemed to have something in her hand. The whole audience watched in stunned silence, unsure of how to respond. As the woman continued to approach, worried murmurs filled the space.

“Jodi, dear, I’m so sorry. I’ve been awful to you. I realize that now,” She started, moving closer to the stage and beginning to ascend the stairs. Kent made a motion to stop her, but Jodi shook her head and told him to let her continue.

“You didn’t deserve any of that. I am truly, truly sorry,” Jodi’s mother continued. She approached Jodi and took one hand in her own before speaking again, “You don’t have to forgive me. I just couldn’t let you get married and not be there.”

“Mother…” Jodi started, an uncomfortable expression crossing her face. She looked at her mother and noticed her mascara was runny - as if she had spent the last few hours crying.

“Here,” Her mother spoke, placing two small objects in Jodi’s hand - wedding rings. “These are the rings your father and I used when we got married. I want you to have them.”

Jodi let out a soft gasp as she inspected the rings in her palm. Her mother hadn’t taken that ring off, ever. Jodi had started to wonder if it was permanently glued to her finger. She glanced at the items once again and shook her head, “I can’t do that, Mom. These.. These are yours. You never take them off.”

Mrs. Smith smiled and gently cupped Jodi’s cheeks, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. The moment was one of the most tender Jodi had experienced with her mother and she wasn’t sure what to do. “They’re yours now, dear,” Her mother explained, moving Jodi’s hand and curling her daughter’s fingers around the small objects. “I want you to be happy. You’re my baby girl, Jodi. I’m so sorry for how I treated you. When this young man spoke so highly of you today, it made me realize I was wrong. You deserve someone who will let you be happy. You deserve him, darling.”

Jodi felt tears well up in her eyes once again. She wrapped her arms around her mother, pulling the older woman into a tight, bone-crushing hug.

“I’m sorry, too, Mom,” Jodi replied, sniffling as she felt her mother return the hug, “For being hard to love.”

“Oh, honey, you have nothing to apologize for,” She reassured, gently cradling the back of Jodi’s head when she pulled away from the hug. “You’re not hard to love, Jodi. I am.”

Jodi’s mother gave her one final hug before walking off stage and joining the audience. Jodi turned back to Kent and placed one of the rings in his palm. Kent’s dumbfounded expression turned into one of gratitude as he inspected the ring in his pocket. It appeared to be a special kind - one with three gemstones instead of one, but one of the stones had fallen off due to age.

The priest continued the ceremony, allowing the couple to exchange their newfound rings, before moving along to their vows. Kent went first:

“Jodi, I never imagined that I would be in this position one day - under an altar, getting married. While I wish we had gotten to properly experience life together, I think this is pretty good - given the circumstances before us. One thing I constantly find myself hoping for is more time. I hope that, with you, I get all the time in the universe - or if not, that whatever time we spend together feels like that. I meant it the first time I said it and I mean it every time I say it in the future, I am truly, madly, and deeply in love with you, Jodi Smith. I think I knew that from the first moment we met. I absolutely adore you and I can’t wait to spend my life with you, however long I live. I love you, Starfruit.” He sniffled as he finished speaking, briefly letting go of Jodi’s hand to wipe a stray tear away from his eye. Jodi appeared to be sniffling as well - this caused Kent to gently squeeze her hand.

Jodi went next:

“Kent, every moment I’ve gotten to spend with you has been… such a journey. I don’t know how you do it, but you continue to one up yourself every time. I know these circumstances are rather grim and I, too, wish things could’ve been different, but I’m so grateful that we were able to find each other. I would like to thank Yoba, because I know he likely had a hand in this, and I would like to thank you, Kent. Thank you for being the most amazing person I’ve ever met. Thank you for always giving me the option to choose. Thank you for showing me what “freedom” means, what “fun” means, and even what “love” means. You truly are my best friend. And - not to steal your line - I am in love with you, Kent Neilson. You are the first person who showed me that I could truly be loved and I can never thank you enough. I know we may not get a long time together, but I am going to cherish every single moment we are able to share. When you asked me to marry you, I was incredibly surprised– I didn’t think anyone would ever want to marry me, let alone you. You mentioned how, if something happens to you, I could always marry someone else and, to tell you the truth, I don’t want to. I don’t want anyone else, Kent. I want you, it just took some time to realize that fully. I’m going to be worrying about you relentlessly, but I know everything will be alright in the end. And, just so you know, I will be holding you to your promise that you will make it back okay. I want a future with you, Kent, so don’t you dare die on me.”

Kent gave a light laugh at the end of her speech before sniffling once again. The entire crowd seemed to let out a string of “aw”s and cheers. The priest nodded as Jodi finished her vows before moving forward. He asked Kent the usual: to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, and Kent replied “I do” before he could finish speaking the last word. The priest had begun to repeat his spiel for Jodi, but she also quickly blurted out “I do.” The priest gave an exasperated sigh, though he nodded his head and quickly said, “You may kiss.”

Kent moved his hand to rest on the side of Jodi’s face, the other resting on her waist. Jodi pulled Kent closer by his tie before wrapping her arms around his neck. Kent carefully tilted Jodi’s head upwards, glanced lovingly into her eyes, and connected their lips - allowing the two to share a tender, emotional kiss.

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