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chrollohearttags · 8 months

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Okay Cherry if this is any good indulge me by going wild with this prompt loosely based on my life at work. If it's not good then this never happened lmaooo!

Picture this, Eren works as a salesmen for whatever company you want and one of his charges has a sweet secretary type who always starts off the phone call real formal but then slips into this cheery, almost flirty tone as she rattles on about her bad knee or the latest video game or her yarn order out for delivery last she checked 20 minutes ago (a lil self-indulgent, i know).

He always indulges her and even shares some insights on his life too so now they have each other's sun signs, favorite color, and worst month before she passes the call over to her boss to make the weekly orders.

But one week he's in her city, kinda like a "stop in and say hi to your clients/rep the company" type of deal and he finally sets eyes on the sweetheart who always has a comeback for whatever silliness she gets him to say and dammit if this man didn't almost fallover when he sets eyes on that pretty face. And fuck him side ways when he catches her retreating to the back room. He'll obviously be around the next day around closing time to hopefully take the little lady out (and give her the deepest backshots) before he has to fly home next week.

AHFHDHRJDGSHS babes your mind!!!! >>>>>> this is so genius!!! 🫠🫠🫠 I hope I can do it justice tbh because this has my wheels turning! And thank you for all the beautiful asks you sent me, I’m so sorry it’s taken this long for me to get around to them. But I promise I will be answering them all VERY soon!! 🥹🫶🏾

Eren always strived to be the best at what he done. Whether it was athletics or academics, he always excelled above his peers in every area. The same applied once he was hired as a salesman for the Mercedes Benz dealership in his city. It didn’t take long for the young associate to find success in his career field. From his devilish good looks to his suave charm…possessing the gift of gab that could sell flames to the devil. It didn’t take long before he was the highest earning employee in not the district but soon the region. In a year’s time, he had worked his way up to regional manager and oversaw the entire store.

it came with big responsibilities but even bigger perks. He got to travel to all these places on the company’s dime. Stay in lavish hotels, work poolside and even party all at their expense. But it was to be expected of a young, handsome bachelor like himself. Even so, he was as cautious as he was reliable. He worked hard to maintain his standing but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t long for the companionship of another person as well. Luckily for him, he found it in the form of someone he’d least expect. While sifting through a new client list for potential tools and parts for the auto repair team, he came across one that he had never seen before but soon, he’d become even more acquainted with them..or rather, the person who was always on the other end. Yes, the sweet, cheery voice of the babe who answered every phone call. The one who always addressed him as ‘sir’ or Mr. Jaeger and would relay his messages with efficiency along with a ‘my pleasure’ in the most angelic voice he’d ever heard. One that sent flutters all throughout his body each time he heard it. Eventually, he had to know the name of the little lady who had him grinning from ear to ear as he sat with his feet propped up on his office desk. “And to who do I have the pleasure of speaking to, miss? I’d love to put a name to that beautiful voice.” Naturally, she divulges him and reveals her identity. “The name’s (y/n) (l/n). Of course, sweetheart and love suits me just fine.” As he had spoiled you with the sweet pet names. That you’d return with a quickness and send him into a blushing fit. Very unbecoming of the normally collected and stoic man. Eventually, he’d keep the conversations going on a bit longer than anticipated or allowed just to hear more from the once anonymous woman; finding solace, comfort and routine in hearing about work and personal affairs. Chatting it up with you long after the business side of things had been conducted.

time went on and the two of you had grown quite fond and accustomed to the regular phone calls that ensued almost three times a week at this point. Laughing and joking like old friends whom had known each other forever. “I swear, I call at least three times a week and you always answer. Do they ever give you a break?” “Poor things, they’d fall apart without me. Besides, it’s not all bad. I get talk to you so I’d say I’m pretty lucky.” Of course, he loved the flattery. You would find anything to speak on just to keep the conversation going. From your newest crochet project, to his recent acquisition of those new sneakers he’d had his heart and sights set on for a while. Everything from favorite foods, TV shows and colors were revealed in the calls. The funniest perhaps, may have been the topic of astrology and zodiac signs and he had not the slightest clue about that but by the next chat, he told you his sun, rising and moon and you couldn’t help but to chuckle at the fact that he could rattle it off so easily now. “What? A man can’t get curious? It’s interesting stuff.” “Absolutely. I just think it’s so cute. Maybe we can talk about it in person one day over some coffee.”

he holds you to that offer..about a week or so after that conversation when he pays a visit to your workplace as part of a client check in. Essentially shaking hands to maintain good relations with the vendors. But it wasn’t until he went up to the reception desk that he’d get the shock of a lifetime to learn that the pretty lady sitting before him was the one behind the beautiful voice that he chopped it up with almost daily. Big, bouffant curls, round glasses on that gorgeous face with a divine complexion and the most innocuous of eyes. His heart thudded and his face visibly flushed red when you told him your name and extended a hand to properly introduce yourself. It doesn’t take long for him to return it and with a kiss to boot. “I’m happy to finally put a face to that adorable voice.” Smirking as he proceeds to turn and address your other coworkers, who were mechanics and techs, but it’s when you get up to head to the back room; inviting him along under the guise that you had some paperwork for him to complete. And he follows with bells on!..

once you two are alone, all bets are off along with every article of clothing on your bodies. Propping you up on a countertop and grasping the backs of your thick thighs because they looked too good swaying in that tight skirt. Only after a very intense makeout session. Shoving your tongues into each other’s mouths as if you were long distance lovers and not perfect strangers. Even so, it didn’t let up there…peeling your top off and groping those beautiful tits that fit so perfectly in his palms. Taking those sweet little brown nipples into his mouth and suckling as you rode his fingers that he shoved knuckle deep into those thin lace panties. “Mr. Jaeger…” crying out so sweetly that it made his cock twitch in those slacks. Hastily pulling it out as he smirked against your lips. “Please, call me Eren, baby. We’re past the formalities, aren’t we?” And that much was apparent by the way he propped your leg on his shoulder and looked into your eyes as he finally slid inside of you and began thrusting up into you. Feeding you deep, long strokes without so much as a second of breaking eye contact. Your head fell back for a second and he secured it with a hand to the back of your neck. Moaning and whimpering but trying to remain quiet because you’d be fired on the spot if caught. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Look at me while I fuck you..” spoken like a man who knew exactly how to handle a girl like you. Giving you the best dick you’ve had in ages and possibly ever!.. “you’re so tight..fuck.” Grunting as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Leaving soft kisses along the curvature of it. You’d claw your freshly done nails into the flesh of his exposed shoulder blades; right over those tattoos he got done when he was younger. Begging him not to stop as he pounds your pussy relentlessly.

“Right there! Oh shit..” only retracting long enough to spin you around and hit you from behind. Leaving smacks on that big, plump ass that rippled with each stroke. How simple, innocent conversations about knitting and TV shows had turned into this juicy little love affair so quickly…you guys would never know. It could be attributed to the subtle flirtation or the bubbling sexual tension that could no longer be ignored by either party. Regardless, the two of you were knee (or balls) deep rather into this illustrious rendezvous. From the counter top to the coffee table where he fed you collapsed backshots. The whole thing went on until you both reached your peaks. “C’mere, baby. On your knees” ushering you to your feet so that he could paint that pretty face and tongue with his nut. To which he’d kiss you afterwards..

needless to say, he was quite smitten with you after that day. Even having flowers delivered to your desk before you arrived for your shift. Rather than communicating via company lines, you exchanged phone numbers and started texting. Where he phoned you up and invited you out to a nice dinner. Underneath candlelight at the finest Italian restaurant in town. He was a complete and total gentleman, who made that week one of the most memorable you’ve ever had.

something told you it wouldn’t be the last you’d see of the smooth talking salesman

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blorbologist · 1 year

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💥💥💥💥💥

oh boy LMAO, let's do this!

💥 I HC that, post campaign, Gilmore remains in pretty close contact with Keyleth. Even though the polycule of our dreams never happened in canon, they do share this common pain and hole in their hearts that's a bit different to Vex's. Besides: Gil can Teleport and Keyleth can Transport via Plants, so it's trivial for one to pop by on a bad day and just... take quiet comfort in a friend who gets it (and isn't currently juggling a baby). So Keyleth will often be sequestered in the back of Gil's shop, or Gilmore will quietly work on an enchantment while walking through Zephrah with her.

💥Beau's father, Thoreau Lionett, and Tary's father, Howaardt Darrington, absolutely know eachother. The two most dickish, fucking huge asshole dads we've seen on CR, vaguely homophobic vibes (even though I know there isn't homophobia in Exandria they have the VIBES) and they're both rich assholes in Wildemount? Oh, they know eachother. Ugh.

💥Beau's 100% been to some of the Tal'Dorei and Marquet branches of the Soul, post-campaign. Just doin a little research and abusing the fact she can have Caleb Teleport her around. It's totally for research, Yasha is coming with to read. No they don't have sunglasses. It's not a vacation on the Soul's time and dime. Shut up.

💥I have a stupid HC that Tary and the Brigade have come very, very close to accidentally running into the Nein a few times over the campaign, only to miss meeting eachother by chance and a sliver of time.

💥I! Have briefly touched on this before, but Ima do it again because I'm so tired and only have one more lab report to grade, but. Gilmore would abso-fucking-lutely be Tary's type and I'm forever bummed we never got a scene of him having a Gay Panic. Because come on: Lawrence and Percy are both very intelligent, and Gil has the charm to blow both of them out of the water and make Tary's whiskers to a lil cartoon curl. It would also be funny to see Vax lose his mind laughing.

Hey people! I'm trying to finish grading lab reports and need motivation!

Send! Me! Some! Asks!

#critical role headcanons #critical role #campaign 1 #campaign 2 #beauregard lionett #taryon darrington #shaun gilmore #keyleth of the air ashari

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bastardtrait · 6 months

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great big get 2 know me post

i promise everyone that has tagged me in things that i did not ignore them! thanks for tagging me friends <3 love u all and if anyone sees this and wants to do it, please, use this post an excuse

5 songs i actually listen to - tagged by @airbussy-a330!

when you get this, you have to write down 5 songs you actually listen to and post them. then send this (ask or tag) to 10 cool people

アイド/ルIdol - YOASOBI

Do not touch - MISAMO

小幸运/A little happiness - Hebe Tien

死ぬのがいいわ/Alright with dying - Fujii Kaze

Replay - Iyaz (I know it's a meme but it's also a banger ok)

people you'd like to get to know better - tagged bt @thegloomiestwhim and @beebeesiims!

last song: Do not touch - MISAMO

favourite colour: yellow, as it's been for the last couple years!

currently watching: Demon Slayer but idk if I'll keep going lol...

last movie: Scooby Doo on Zombie Island LOL

currently reading: The Colour Purple by Alice Walker

sweet/spicy/savoury: savoury

last thing I googled: the business hours of a restaurant nearby

current obsession: nothing, I think

currently working on: editing Nova gen 6 and playing gen 7

feelings tag, sims edition - I am borrowing this from @akitasimblr bc it was just so interesting to think about.

"The boss of EA is in front of you asking for one statement about The Sims before he goes away and makes TS5. What do you say to him?"

was Journey to Batuu worth it you motherfucker?

"Do your Sims know you as their Sim God or are you the invisible deity to them?"

I mean I occasionally break the 4th wall and sometimes my sims seem to be aware that they are sims. but if I'm being serious about it then I'm really just an impartial camera in their lives. a detached third party. like even what I write for the Lucky stories are determined by dice rolls and not me lol so. I don't think of myself as a deity.

"How do you see yourself connected to your Sims? Do those of you who say you love them, really mean this? How deep is your game?"

well, seeing as I'm still playing these games and I'm still largely enjoying them, yeah I'm pretty connected to them. although if TS5 really is live service or whatever then I'm really not going to play it lol.

I think of some sims I've had, some of their stories and their lives, and yeah I get a lil bit emo. the same goes for my friends' sims! I miss them too. as for depth...I mean I dunno it's probably not all that deep for me. I think the sims is just a toy. I don't necessarily want too much of real life to seep into it bc real life sucks ass.

"What’s your Sims Secret? Is there something going on in your game that none of your screenshots will ever tell us? WHO IS LOCKED IN YOUR BASEMENT? What are those secret Sims doing behind closed doors?"

girl I post my sims fucking, there is nothing secret going on there lmfao. sometimes I revert to my TS1 days and pick sims that piss me off and put them in Hazardous Situations. I'm looking at you knox greenburg.

"Can we learn anything from our Sims to take away for our real lives? And/or can you give us an example of how The Sims has influenced you outside of gaming?"

this is MILDLY ironic but also kinda not: you know how in TS4 sims' moods change on the flip of a dime and they go through it multiple times a day? even bad moodlets have an end to them, and at the end of it your sim is just ... Fine. it'll be alright.

#naldo.txt

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x-heesy · 10 months

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SШΔΔΔΔΔΔG

When the pimp's in the crib, ma

Drop it like it's hot

When the pigs try to get at ya

Park it like it's hot

And if a nigga get a attitude

Pop it like it's hot

I got the Roley on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon

And I roll the best weed 'cause I got it going on

Uh, I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams

See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams?

Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat

That's whiter than what's spilling down your throat

The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs

The interior like suicide wrist red

I can excercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed

Cheat on your man, ma, that's how you get ahizzead

Killer wit' the beat, I know killers in the street

Wit' the steel that'll make you feel like chinchilla in the heat

So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit

Trying to ask me shit

When my niggaz fill ya vest, they ain't gon' pass me shit

You should think about it, take a second

Matter fact, you should take four, B

And think before you fuck wit' lil skateboard, P

When the pimp's in the crib, ma

Drop it like it's hot

When the pigs try to get at ya

Park it like it's hot

And if a nigga get a attitude

Pop it like it's hot

I got the Roley on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon

And I roll the best weed 'cause I got it going on

I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that

Da Big Boss Dogg, yeah, I had to do that

I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside

But only on the left side, yeah, that's the Crip side

Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play

I cut so much, you thought I was a DJ

"Two!" - "one!" - "yep, three"

S-N double O-P, D-O double G

I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it

See, I specialize in making all the girls get naked

So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside

We got a world premiere right here, now get live

So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little

I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles

Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle

G's to the bizzack, now ladies, here we gizzo

When the pimp's in the crib, ma

Drop it like it's hot

When the pigs try to get at ya

Park it like it's hot

And if a nigga get a attitude

Pop it like it's hot

I got the Roley on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon

And I roll the best weed 'cause I got it going on

I'm a bad boy wit' a lotta ho's

Drive my own cars and wear my own clothes

I hang out tough, I'm a real boss

Big Snoop Dogg, yeah, he's so sharp

On the TV screen and in the magazines

If you play me close, you're on a red beam

Oh you got a gun so you wanna pop back?

AK47 now, nigga, stop that

Cement shoes, now I'm on the move

Your family's crying, now you on the news

They can't find you, and now they miss you

Must I remind you I'm only here to twist you

Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you

Then dance to this motherfucking music we crip to

Subscribe, nigga, get yo issue

Baby, come close, let me see how you get loose

When the pimp's in the crib, ma

Drop it like it's hot

When the pigs try to get at ya

Park it like it's hot

And if a nigga get a attitude

Pop it like it's hot

I got the Roley on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon

And I roll the best weed 'cause I got it going on

Snoop

Snoop @wetwicksdry @luna-zylum @bko69er

Drop It Like It's Hot by Snoop Dogg, Pharrell Williams

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bigbadripley · 9 months

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Chapter 13 - Duele

Marc Spector&Co. x Ex!F!OC, F!OC x Modern!Miguel O'Hara

Summery: Everything changed after Marc and Simone moved to New York. Being in a relationship with the Fist of Khonshu proved to be difficult enough without the added obstacles of normal relationships being forced into the mix. With seemingly irreconcilable differences overhead, fate’s plans continue to drive the pair back into each other’s lives, testing their patience, self-control, and new relationships. Is it truly written in the stars, or is it old habits taking over?

18+!! | Third-person omniscient | Dark elements | AU/AT | Warnings: Language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma. Effects of trauma in adulthood. THIS IS A SEXUALLY GRAPHIC CHAPTER. Protected P in V (be smart), breeding kink if you squint, pet names, mention of past assault, mention of violence, lil bit of hurt/comfort

Words: 4K-ish

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

Chapter List

"¿Dime quien te da el derecho? De robarme hasta el sueño Te quiero, pero me da miedo Darte hasta mis pensamientos" -"Duele" by Girl Ultra

Marc's words stuck to Simone's brain like chewing gum until they made it to Miguel's place. She didn't want to admit that he was right, but he was, and she felt terrible about it.

He just admitted to being Spider-Man, so why can't I admit to all my shit now? She thought. No more secrets.

Her train of thought got lost as Miguel clearly wanted to pick back up where they left off hours ago, sprinkling wet kisses along her jaw and neck and kneading her buttocks through her sweats. Simone ached, craving to leave this night behind and fuck this beautiful man again and again until she couldn't think about it anymore.

You gotta tell him, Simone. She thought as she heard his zipper come undone. She knew what needed to happen, and it couldn't wait, or it would just be harder to say.

"Can we talk, Miggy?" She asked in a gasp as he lifted the back of her shirt, and cool air left goosebumps up and down her spine.

"Can it wait?" He rasped before running his tongue over the salt of her collarbone. Simone whispered no into another airy breath, which Miguel met with a slight chuckle that made her knees buckle under her. "Then can we discuss it while I'm inside you?"

It was tempting to let it go, let him use her in unspeakable ways, allow him to take her right there in the middle of his mostly empty apartment, and finally clear herself and him of some very overdue tension, but the puddle she was melting into felt sludgy as Marc's voice played in her brain.

So we aren't all that different.

It buzzed in her ears as if she had heard it all over again.

"It'll be the biggest mood killer ever." She answered, trying her best to sound serious. Miguel paused momentarily before backing up, realizing they didn't talk much before when they had much less to discuss. After the night they had, she likely wanted to regroup.

"Is this about la bomba?" He asked, referring to the decoy as the bomb. Simone stepped back and sat in his red lawn chair while Miggy sat on the couch directly across from her and removed his glasses. His genuine, honest self looked back at her.

"No, it's something else." She started as she rolled her head on her shoulders, releasing the pressure of the topic and events that led up to this moment. A few small cracks filled the air before she spoke again. "I might have redacted some information the night we discussed my childhood. It's a lot of tough stuff to talk about, but if I don't tell you now, I may never get the chance."

"Okay, go for it. Nothing can be wilder than Spider-Man." He said, thinking the bomb he dropped earlier had to be the highest tier of weird but wondering if this had anything to do with her ex coming around unexpectedly.

Simone filled her lungs with enough air until she ran out of space before she replied under a heavy exhale. "Don't be so sure." She started, noticing that she was subconsciously picking her cuticles, and shook her hands out to stop. "Do you want me to start with the least crazy shit or go straight to the craziest shit?"

"I suppose least," Miggy answered with a slight shrug of his shoulders. Simone paused as she searched for which of the points could be considered the least crazy and gulped before she began.

"The main reason for Marc and I breaking up was because, at the time, I was pregnant, and he... didn't wanna talk about it." She told in a nonchalant tone, not wanting sympathy for something out of her control and avoiding explaining how Marc didn't want to talk about the baby.

That'll be easier to explain as its own point. Simone thought. Don't wanna infodump.

Simone watched as Miguel's eyes widened at this reveal and quickly finished her thought. "Given that I'm not pregnant anymore and don't have a child in tow, I'm sure you can guess how that went down."

Miguel's eyes softened as he put two and two together. "Shit, I'm sorry, Simone." He empathized. All she managed to do was shake her head in response, clearing her throat as it started to burn at the memory of feeling the movement in her abdomen, then suddenly feeling nothing but pain.

Though Miggy had no clue what that must have been like, he hated Marc even more now that he watched the woman he grew to care about so much take another deep, shaky breath to calm her nerves.

Does she want kids? We haven't even begun to talk that over. He thought before Simone spoke again, causing him to lose his train of thought.

"Now, it's not necessarily that he didn't want to talk about it, but he disassociated and left his alters to take over while he panicked." She did her best to explain to the geneticist before her. "He has D.I.D. and two other parts of his system... who I was also involved with."

As she finished, she realized the weird part of that explanation wasn't the condition itself and studied Miguel's face to gauge how he would respond. Though his silence as he gathered his thoughts wasn't the most troubling part, it was the fact that his eyebrows looked like they were about to go through his roof as he no doubt realized what her last sentence meant.

"You had... three boyfriends? At once?" He questioned, to which Simone quickly responded.

"Yes and no. It's a lot to explain."

All at once, it seemed that Miguel's thought was replaced by something else he needed to bring up more urgently. "Wait, that's why you called him Jake on the fire escape?"

Shit, I did, didn't I? Didn't think about that when it was happening.

"Jake was taking over at the time." She explained. "I could just tell by his walk."

Another long silence blanketed the room, causing Simone's anxiety over the next topic to rise. She considered putting this whole thing to bed and just glazing over it, but she knew she couldn't do that. It had to be now.

Before she spun together the courage to start, Miguel spoke up. "Does it get crazier than that?" He questioned.

Honey, you have no idea.

"Remember when I told you about my tío?" She asked in response, knowing it was indeed about to get worse as she wiped her clammy hands down her sweatpants. Miguel nodded,

"The perv? Of course."

Clearly, he didn't know where Simone was going with this. He knew about the assault, the house dress code, his rules... all of it made Miguel want to hurl. Though he assumed it would be more of the man's heinous actions that she would bring up, Simone knew he wasn't prepared for what she was about to say. She figured it would be best to say it quickly, like ripping off a band-aid, before she lost her nerve.

"I killed him when I was seventeen." She spoke flatly into the air, avoiding Miguel's gaze and directing her own at her newly gnarled cuticles. Old habits die hard.

From under her thick eyelashes, Simone could see Miguel's jaw grow lax before his head fell back, "Fuck." He said under his breath. The news surprised him more than all the other confessions of the night. Over the last months of knowing this woman, she seemed far too good to be true, and though he hated to admit it, he was wondering when the other shoe would drop. Everyone has something.

This is it. I fucked it up. Simone thought to herself as the quiet grew thick and her stomach filled with stones. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears as she waited.

"Why are you telling me all this now?" Miguel's calm tone sliced through the dense tension.

"Because we just had a very eventful night, and shit like that happens around me all the time, as you'll come to find out... if you choose to stick around." She described, sounding doubtful in the second half. The ball was in Miguel's court for that, but to Simone's surprise, a slight snicker escaped his throat.

"Shit like you getting thrown into a closet and having your identity stolen? Having to deal with your headcase ex-boyfriend because of it and Daredevil, who... I still don't know how you know that guy."

"Chaos tends to follow me around." She started, attempting to sound lighthearted. "And as far as I can tell anyone, I know Double D from work."

More awkward silence followed as she felt her chest begin to tighten. Even if Miggy was mad, she would prefer he express it over having to sit and wait for him to say something, anything. She decided to be the one to speak up first. "You okay?" She asked timidly.

Are you fucking high? Of course, he's not okay!

Miguel was quiet for another short beat before he hunched forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, really needing to look at Simone for the rest of this conversation. "It's just a lot of information to take in. I mean, you murdered your uncle?"

That's precisely what I did.

"He assaulted me, Miguel." She prefaced. "My mom didn't want me home, the last friends I had on the planet couldn't help... I just didn't think I had a choice. I would either go to prison or home, which seemed better than that hellscape." She rationalized, though she felt she didn't need to. What she wouldn't do was apologize for the actions of the scared teenager she once was.

Simone didn't expect to see Miguel nod, making her more nervous about the following sentence.

"I know. I'm just struggling with the thought that you did that. I guess I understand, though." He said. Simone could have sighed with relief as the hefty weight was removed from her chest at his understanding, and figured it was time for a lighter note.

"Have I completely killed the mood?" She asked with a tick of her eyebrow, not expecting to be able to pick back up right away but not being totally opposed.

Miguel welcomed the pace change and smirked, "Oh, not at all. In fact-" He began as he stood from the couch and sauntered the short distance between him and the lawn chair Simone sat in and bent down, bracing a hand on each of the plastic arms and bringing his eyes parallel to hers. "Seeing you get worked up before you swung on that L.M.D. earlier was fucking sexy."

"Is that right?" Simone questioned, biting her bottom lip. Without breaking eye contact, she spread her legs as far as she could manage in the chair, causing Miguel to be the one to break the staring contest first.

"How about we play a little game." He said, tone making this sound more like a demand than a request. Simone felt her throat grow dry and could only manage a nod to accept. "Say it, cariño."

"Okay." She spoke through the hoarseness, feeling her panties grow damp. She watched as he backed up from her and retook his seat on the couch, leaning back without prying his eyes away.

"Stand up for me," Miguel told her, and Simone did as he said without a second thought. He gave her a once-over, not knowing much about the Wu-Tang logo dawned on her oversized t-shirt, but deciding he wanted to see her gray sweatpants come off first. "Take those off." He ordered, gesturing to the trousers.

Simone was intrigued by the direction this game of Simon Says was taking, so she slowly slipped the pants down her thighs before they dropped to her ankles. Once they were kicked away, all that remained on her lower half were the pale pink underwear she put on simply for comfort, not style.

Knowing they weren't the sexiest selection of undies, she tucked her thumbs into the waistband to take them off, as well. The short hairs on her pelvis were exposed for a split second before Miguel put his hand in the air. "Not quite yet." He stopped her.

The elastic snapped back to her skin as she removed her thumbs, thinking back to how eagerly they were removed before. As she awaited her next task, she smoothed her hands over her bare thighs, attempting to iron out the goosebumps that scattered across her skin from the air's chill and red steel stare from the man before her.

Without another word, Miguel sat up on the cushion, bringing himself closer to the edge as he separated his left thigh from his right. Simone looked on with curiosity as he waved his hand at her in a come hither motion, then patted his thigh with the same hand. A wordless command that spoke volumes of what he had in mind.

Simone took a couple steps forward before turning to sit but was stopped in her tracks again by Miguel's big hands on her hips. "Not like that." He said, correcting her by maneuvering her back to face him. He brought her forward, placing his knee between her legs, and guided her body down.

His jeans grew tighter around his crotch as he felt the heat of her cunt through the denim. As much as he wanted to feel her wrapped around him, he needed this just as badly. It was something he had fantasized about when alone, and seeing as he couldn't fuck her to completion earlier, then with all the chaos that followed, he needed to watch her use him.

Simone looked at him with her big doe eyes needily as her swollen nub rested on his muscular thigh. She knew she had to wait for the word before acting, so she waited patiently while the pads of his fingers explored her skin.

More tendrils rose as his palms went up her shirt, admiring every valley, bump, curve, crevasse, and scar that resided on the otherwise soft skin. From there, he pulled her forward, folding his mouth into hers. His tastebuds tickled the roof of her mouth as he felt around the area he had become intimately familiar with.

"Go ahead," He whispered to her plainly. Simone didn't waste a second before rocking her hips, introducing much-needed pressure and friction to her achy clit. Soft, sheepish moans fell between them as Miguel's hands kneaded her breasts, and lips grazed her jaw.

Every bit of stress from the day disappeared as she rutted. At that moment, her focus was solely on the man she saw through fluttering eyelids and the encouraging words he whispered to her.

"That's it, mi conejito. Don't stop." The new pet name buzzed in her mind, essentially calling her his bunny. She never thought she'd like being called that until right then.

Her skin felt hot as her hips rolled faster, her panties entirely slick now as she braced her arms on Miguel's shoulders, riding like her life depended on it. She needed this so bad if anything else stopped her from climaxing tonight, she would surely scream.

"Go on. I wanna see you come."

Miguel's member was painful as he watched her come undone, finally seeing her without a thought in her mind for the first time all night. He felt her wetness seeping through the fabric of his pants as she writhed and shivered, gutturally groaning through the intense orgasm.

"Was that what you wanted?" He asked, smoothing his hands around her back, rubbing circles as she came back down with heavy breaths. A slight grin appeared over her slack lips, but no words came out as she reached between their bodies and unbuttoned his pants.

His body twitched as he felt Simone's hand reach into his boxers and wrap gently around his cock to release it from the binds of the fabric. She gave it one solid pump between her fingers, admiring him as his head rolled on his shoulders in ecstasy of finally feeling something.

He's just too goddamn pretty. Simone thought to herself as she raised from her spot on his thigh to remove the half-wedgied panties and gave them a small toss. They landed on his chest, nearly on his chin, and he picked them up to examine as she retrieved a rubber from her overnight bag.

Running his thumb over the slickness that gathered on the cotton, his cock twitched again. He wanted to feel her fully, relish in her wetness, and leave his mark inside her, but she would never go for it. Simone was far too careful to let him in bare.

Miguel had asked once before in a moment of weakness, desperately wanting to recreate his fantasy of filling her up, exploding deep inside her, but she declined. At least, now he knew why she refused. Though, he would like to say he would pull out if it meant finally slipping in her tight, soaked core-

I couldn't control myself.

When Simone finally had the condom secured over his cock, she straddled his lap and lined herself up for entry, feeling a bit giddy to ride him. As she slid down his length, she tried to stay as quiet as possible, listening to the breathy fuck that expelled from Miguel's lips, feeling her stretch and hug him.

He had waited hours to have her wrapped around him again and felt so desperate to come that he thought he would right then and there as she squeezed and relaxed her muscles, adjusting beautifully as always.

Simone braced her hands on his shoulders as she started rocking her hips, dipping her head back as she groaned with pleasure again. Miguel held her hips tightly, digging his fingertips into the soft meat between her tummy and thighs.

"You feel so good, cariño." He whispered weakly. She loved to hear it. Though Miggy might not know it, her goal wasn't to finish a second time but to milk his dick like it never had been before. She would make him crumble at her fingertips if it was the last thing she did.

"Yeah? You like my pussy, Miguel?" She spoke, attempting to keep a solid but sultry tone as the tip of his cock pushed against her favorite spot upon raising her hips. Her saying his name made him feel the wind leave his lungs, and he couldn't respond clearly but gave his best yes through a croak.

Simone knew he was putty in her hands. "You like the way I squeeze your cock?" She spoke again. This time, he could only manage a frantic nod as she rose to his tip and slammed herself back down to his base. Her pace had quickened, and he was far too mesmerized to focus on lasting much longer.

It was clear he was close. If the motion alone wasn't enough, the thought of his cock crying inside of her and the way he was acting was pushing her closer to her own high. Miguel's throat bobbed as he swallowed just enough saliva to form a sentence.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come soon if you keep doing that." He warned, referring to her tightening and releasing of his length. Her core coiled further at his words and the quiet squeak of the sofa under her knees.

God, I'm counting on it. She thought as she fucked herself faster on his cock, grinding it in and out.

Miguel's half-closed eyes focused heavily on her bouncing tits, hard nipples showing even though the black shirt and unconcealed by the logo of the... band? He still wasn't sure and didn't have the brainpower to think about it right then. His eyes flicked up to Simone's as another series of sinful moans slipped through her teeth. Her juices coated his balls, giving him an idea of what her hole must feel like right then.

That thought alone about did him in.

"Oh, god, Simone." He said helplessly and involuntarily. She had never seen him like this, but fuck was it doing it for her. Her thighs burned from the constant movement, but she ignored it, pumping him in and out with no rhyme or reason to the motions anymore. The peak was right there, burning brightly and finally.

"Come with me, Miguel. Come with me!" She commanded, and like a spell, it happened. He gripped her ass and forced her hips roughly flush with his, feeling her cunt convulse around him as he shot his warmth into the condom, convinced it was enough to cause it to burst.

She cried out loudly at the pressure releasing in her gut and rutted herself as best she could, riding out her orgasm as Miguel writhed under her, chest rising and falling rapidly and breathing loudly.

She collapsed forward and hugged herself to his body as they came down, relaxing to the feeling of his palm rubbing circles around her back under her shirt.

"So, what's a Wu-Tang?" Miguel finally asked through shallow breaths. Simone chuckled slightly, unsure if the question was meant to be serious. Hearing the sound made Miguel realize that this was one of those things where he didn't know about some significant part of pop culture, and he decided not to ask again.

She gathered herself on wobbly legs to step into the bathroom, still amused by the question and figuring he just had an insightful moment about where the group got their name. After all, there was no way anyone in their thirties hadn't heard of Wu-Tang Clan.

Miguel stood from the couch to dispose of the used rubber in his kitchen bin as Simone used his bathroom, feeling satisfied with how that went down, even if he did feel a bit powerless and at her mercy. It was unfamiliar.

"Good evening, Miguel. Have you been working out? Your heart rate is registerin-" Lyla popped in from his watch, seemingly loudly, and he pressed his palm over the hologram.

"Not now!" He bit, trying not to raise his voice above a whisper and hoping Simone didn't hear that through the thin walls. She seemingly had not, as he listened to the toilet flush and the bathroom door swing open behind him.

"My body's exhausted." She said before making a B-line to her backpack. She shuffled through the few belongings she packed, looking for her phone charger, and quickly realized she had forgotten it at her place. "Fuck."

"Missing something?" Miguel asked.

"My charger. I can't let my phone die, have to be up for work in the morning." She explained. Miggy took a look at his phone and shrugged,

"Just use mine. I have a spare."

Simone sighed with relief, thinking about how he had an extra charger but only three-ish pieces of furniture in his apartment.

"Really? No offense, but it doesn't seem like you have a spare... anything."

As Miguel looked around his sparsely decorated home, he couldn't help but laugh at the comment and shake his head,

"You're right. When I moved in, I didn't expect to stay very long." He admitted.

Clearly, that changed. I wonder why. Simone thought to herself, not wanting to pry further. She looked through the door in front of her at the full-sized bed and realized she was in a pickle:

Take the pills and risk the dreams, or get no sleep. Simone weighed both options, realizing how heavy her shoulders felt on her body. She desperately wanted to get some shut-eye before her appointments tomorrow, but her brain wouldn't let her sleep if she tried. She owed it to her patients to be fully charged, which meant taking the sleeping assisters.

What's the worst that could happen?

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jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav · 3 years

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Can u make mc is the actual owner of Cerberus when he was a pup but villagers killed him because they thought that he was a monster and what how would the brothers and the undateable react to that when mc started to cry when she saw Cerberus headcanons

Oh Beans! I totally spaced when reading this and only have the brothers.

I'll post what I have here right now, but this will also be on AO3, so if you keep checking/subscribe there, you'll get a notification when I've added the undateables! It might not be for a while though, since I'm about to start school again ^-^;;

Who's a Good Boy?

The Guard Dog of the House of Hades. A vicious, three-headed hellhound that only the fallen Morningstar himself could command. Unfathomably massive. Devourer of demons, angels, and humans alike. Notoriously difficult to groom.

That is Cerberus, Lucifer’s extremely volatile pet named after a figure from Greek mythology for reasons no one truly understands. The creature has struck fear into the hearts of its housemates, and the Devildom at large, for what feels like ages.

So when MC cries upon seeing the wolf-dog for the first time, none of the brothers are especially surprised. How could a human cross such a monster’s path and live, after all?

Except those who weep in fear usually don’t then barrel full-tilt into one of the monster’s furry legs, babbling incoherently about how they thought they’d never see him again.

One of Cerberus’ heads leans down to the human, and the brothers panic, fearing the worst. It opens its mouth, revealing razor sharp fangs—

And licks MC’s entire body in a saliva-filled canine kiss. Now covered in tears and drool, MC laughs as they shake themself off, teasing the hellhound by saying that they already showered today, thank you very much.

“So, did you miss me as much as I missed you?” they ask, giving Cerberus’ central head some under the chin scritches (the only part of its head they can currently reach).

Cerberus boofs loudly, enormous tail waving back and forth at an increasingly hazardous pace.

Lucifer

What.

Lucifer is dealing with a Lot right now. He almost lost the exchange student to his own dog, except apparently Cerberus used to belong to MC?! How?!

He orders Cerberus to back away from the human, part of him still convinced that this is somehow a combination of MC being mistaken and Cerberus playing with its food, but the hellhound actually growls at him and picks MC up by the back of their shirt, tossing them onto its back.

MC, in response, finds new places to scritch.

He stares at the scene for a few minutes, unable to process what his life has become.

Later, once Cerberus finally agrees to let MC leave, they explain to him that Cerberus used to be a puppy in the human world.

Obviously, he was immediately noted as strange due to his three heads, and the people of MC’s village believed him to be an omen of death. MC themself didn’t care, and just saw “lil’ Cerb” as a puppy like any other, albeit an exceptionally drooly one.

He used to be more or less normal dog-sized, but it quickly became obvious that Cerberus was growing fast, and would be much larger than even a wolf by the time he was done. He also became harder and harder to hide.

Unfortunately, one night they awoke to poor Cerberus being chased out into the night by a mob, never to return.

They assumed the worst, mourned, and got on with their life as best as they could. But seeing Cerberus— they knew it was the same dog as soon as they saw him — brought all those emotions right back to the surface.

It’s not hard to adapt to these strange circumstances. Lucifer is actually quite relieved to have someone who is both willing and able to safely help him in caring for Cerberus, and both MC and the hellhound delight in each other’s company.

Lucifer also won’t deny the pride he feels upon seeing MC, the one he loves, getting along so well with his son dog.

Mammon

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The P A N I C of seeing MC within bite-chomp-murder-kill distance of Cerberus nearly killed Mammon.

What the hell is he supposed to do against that furball?! MC’s dead meat, a chew toy, he can’t save them again—

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY D O I N G ? !

Torn between passing out from fear and yelling about how brave and cool HIS human is!

So he kinda just… stands there, slack-jawed, as MC finds a spot on the creature that makes it thump its leg so hard the ground shakes.

Already he’s cooking up ways to use MC��s Cerberus-taming powers to get into all kinds of Shenanigans

Except he quickly learns that while Cerb is much more gentle with MC, it won’t let them distract it from its duties.

Has this resulted in MC semi-unwillingly riding Cerberus as it chases a terrified Mammon throughout the Devildom? Possibly~

Though when MC explains to Mammon how Cerberus used to be their dog, and what had happened to him… He can’t help but feel a touch more sympathetic to the hellhound.

Only a little bit though. It still does try and tear him apart whenever he gets too close, after all.

Leviathan

Levi’s fear metamorphoses into awe much faster than the others’. MC LOOKS SO COOL!! Riding the mighty Cerberus like a steed!

He desperately wishes he had the art skills to capture this iconic moment forever. But alas, a camera will have to do.

It’s a pretty good picture, the comparatively small human sitting on Cerberus’ back like something straight out of a fantasy novel. Levi even has a shot of them accidentally scritching a spot that makes Cerberus breathe fire (like a furry dragon!)

100% gets super emotional when MC tells him how they originally had— and lost— Cerberus as a puppy. It reminds him of his precious Henry 1.0 in some ways…

Begs MC to let him post the photos he took, along with their story as the caption. It’s just too good! It’s exactly like that arc in My Adventurer Boyfriend Keeps Adopting the Monsters He Beats in Combat and Now We’re Running Out of Space to Keep Them!

Like Mammon, Levi also quickly learns that just because he unlocked Cerberus’ tragic backstory, doesn’t mean that the hellhound will treat him any differently.

But sometimes, after a long “walk” with MC, the massive creature will be mostly asleep. And then, his hand shaking, MC will guide Levi to pet Cerberus’ flank. Its tail swishes softly, Levi’s own swaying in response.

Satan

He shakes his head and laughs, torn between relief, awe, shock, and lingering horror for MC’s safety. Of course they can tame even the ferocious Cerberus…

Guess all sorts of angry monsters like MC, huh?

He definitely wants to hear the story of MC owning Cerberus in the past, but first he’s going to drink in the absolutely dumbfounded expression on Lucifer’s face.

Toooootally doesn’t cry upon hearing MC’s story with Cerberus. No way, he’s still a cat person, he swears!

...No one is allowed to comment on Satan’s various burn injuries that occur over the next few weeks.

Not if they don’t want to be left with worse.

Asmodeus

OH SHIT!! Also, ewwwww

Once the fear for MC’s safety subsides, Asmo can appreciate the cuteness and hilarity that is MC with Cerberus. Truly no one is immune to their charms it seems, and their affections know no bounds.

...Is it that same quality that allows MC to continue to care for him and his brothers despite their past actions?

Asmo claims that the smoke from Cerberus’ fire breath is getting into his eyes, prompting him to leave. He has a good long stare-at-a-wall crisis for a bit.

Learning MC and Cerberus’ story only makes him mushier. Their tragedy got a happy ending after all!

As much as he loves MC’s charms, he still insists that they de-drool themself before touching him or any of his things. It stinks like brimstone!

Now if they need any help getting clean… That he can oblige~

Beelzebub

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH part 2

As one of the physically stronger brothers, when Lucifer’s not available it’s Beel’s job to groom Cerberus. He knows how dangerous that mutt is.

But apparently not for MC “Knows No Fear” over there!

As Cerberus continues to remain docile in MC’s presence, Beel starts to appreciate the cuteness of a human and their giant hellhound.

Unabashedly mushy upon hearing MC’s story about Cerberus. The themes of losing a loved one, only to find them much later in a new form… it kinda hits a little close to home for him.

(It’s not a perfect analogy: Beel knows MC isn’t Lilith, but having them as part of her legacy is undeniably cathartic. It’s why he doesn’t share these exact feelings with them, since he knows they’re uncomfortable with being compared to her excessively. Still, he can’t help but note the comparison.)

Naturally, he’s also very happy to have a very useful partner for grooming Cerberus. That living nightmare turns into an overgrown puppy whenever MC’s around. It’s much easier, and much safer, to work with this way.

Plus, it means he gets some quality time with MC! And there’s nothing quite like the fond smiles they share with him during these moments.

Belphegor

He has got to be dreaming. No way is this actually happening— nope, Mammon just stepped on his foot, and that hurt, he’s awake.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

Does MC not fear death? Is that it? Did that part of their brain just completely shut down when he killed them?!

Unlike the others, he can’t really shut down his panic. Sure, right now Cerberus is acting all cuddly, but that could change on a dime. That dog only listens to Lucifer, and right now all Lucifer is doing is staring gormlessly at it!!!

He nearly loses his hand trying to pull MC away from the creature (which it naturally did Not appreciate).

“Belphie, wait! It’s okay,” MC reassures him even as smoke blows out of Cerberus’ nostrils.

They explain their history with the hellhound, how they rescued it as a puppy and then lost it to the angry and frightened people of their village.

Belphegor can’t help but recall their expression when he told them about his imprisonment, the outrage there mingling with a much older emotion. Is that why they were so quick to help him?

He’s still wary of Cerberus. He refuses to be fooled by any facades the creature may be putting up.

But one day, MC invites him to one of their “playdates”. Cerberus watches him like a hawk, growling when he first approaches, but MC just shushes and soothes the monster until it allows him closer.

And maybe, after a few tense minutes, the pair begin to relax around each other.

And maybe, Lucifer has a picture of MC and Belphegor curled up in Cerberus’ fur as the three take a mid-afternoon nap.

And maybe, Belphegor lets him keep it.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me cerberus #obey me scenarios #mine #my writing #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #mc

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wisherbysharlight · 3 years

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My God if I could only say, I'm holding every breath for you

Description: Patton Hart has been pining for his best friend's twin brother and his boyfriends for as long as he can remember. Word Count: 3067 Ships: Patton/Remus/Janus/Virgil, background Logince, established Remus/Janus/Virgil Warnings: Remus being Remus, twins squabbling AO3 This is a gift fic for @sunshineandteddybears for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange. The “summer romance” piece kinda got away from me, but this is definitely found family! I hope you enjoy!

Patton was wiping down the counters, about 15 minutes after closing, sunset shining through the windows as he hummed along to the radio, a sense of peace radiating through the store.

Of course, that’s when chaos erupted.

“Pattycakes, you gotta save me!” Remus cried as he threw the door open so roughly the windchimes actually smacked against the window above the door before falling back down and jingling merrily to announce his presence. He ran behind the counter with no hesitation, gripping onto Patton’s waist. (Patton only shivered because of the burst of adrenaline. That was the only reason. No other possibilities. Nope.) Remus angled them both towards the doorway just as Roman came bursting in with the same amount of urgency, fire in his eyes and shirt dripping wet and seemingly tinted a particularly garish shade of greenish-brown.

“Remus, you can’t hide behind Patton forever, you bastard!” he seethed, and Logan, Janus, and Virgil came through the door behind him, much more calm, almost to the point where Patton would call them bemused. Logan took a seat at one of the small tables along the wall, pulling out his phone with a very evident intention to simply wait the whole debacle out, while Janus and Virgil both leaned up against the glass case in front of Patton. “Get out here and face me, you coward!” Roman bellowed again, clearly not giving up anytime soon.

Patton grabbed an empty paper towel roll from next to him and turned at the waist to whack Remus in the head with it, “Remus you cannot use me as a human shield, go answer for your crimes.” “Kinky. I’d much rather have you issue my punishment,” Remus joked with an eyebrow wiggle, then cackled when Patton made a strangled noise and shoved him back to the other side of the counter. However, as soon as he was in range, Roman grabbed hold of him and pulled him into a headlock and his laughter turned swiftly into a shriek of “Oh shit!”

They were 12 years old, tearing through the woods in a dual-friend-group game of manhunt the summer before 7th grade. Virgil was hot on everyone’s heels and adrenaline was coursing through their veins. Patton leapt over a log and turned a corner, hunting for a good place to hide.

He heard a curse of “Oh shit!” echo through the woods before the sound of three branches breaking in succession, a huge crash, and a subsequent groan. He quickly pivoted and went sprinting back towards the house, and the sound, easily finding Remus splayed across the forest floor even in the dim light of the moon.

“Why would you climb a tree, silly goose? Don’t you know the branches are weak that high? Scared me half to death!” he chided as he fell to his knees beside him, already pulling band-aids out of his wallet in his pocket.

Remus grinned impishly up at him, and Patton felt his breath catch in his throat, fumbling with the wallet briefly in a way he prayed the other boy didn’t notice. “What’s a lil fear in the face of a bunch of excitement, Patty?” he crooned, and Patton shoved a handful of band-aids at him with little delicacy in his haste to move past the tease. “Besides, I have the best nurse in the world to patch me up when my fun does go south, apparently.”

Patton flushed and turned away, positive Remus could tell even in the weak light, but he couldn’t keep the earnestness out of his voice, “I’ll always patch you up, Ree. Promise.”

Remus didn’t get a chance to respond before Virgil burst through the bushes and tapped them both on the shoulder to get them out and a loud, extended debate began about the validity of the “injury time out”.

Janus leaned on the counter in front of Patton, jolting him out of his reverie. He pointed at the menu, with three shiny new additions at the bottom, “You finally manage to find a flavor sweeter than you, sugar?”

Virgil shoved him out of the way with an eye roll and a fond grin, thankfully distracting from how Patton felt his cheeks would melt the freezers. “He can’t stop flirting even for two seconds, I swear.”

Janus gasped dramatically, swooning against the counter and batting his eyes at Virgil like a starlet in an old black and white, “Maybe if you and Remus gave me the attention I deserve I wouldn’t need to hunt it down in beautiful, endearing ice cream shop owners.”

Remus snorted despite the way he was currently trying to claw his way out of his brother’s hold while being noogied like they were still teenagers and not fully grown and employed adults, “We could give you all the attention in the world, Janny, it would never stop you from flirting with Patton.”

Janus sniffed derisively at them, then cocked his head to the side as the song changed and smiled softly, “Hey, I know this song.”

Patton smiled brightly back, “Yeah of course, have it on all the playlists for the shop!”

“Simp!” Remus called over just as brightly, and Patton glared back at him, assuming it was aimed at him.

“Ok, you look miserable,” Janus said, making Patton jump from where he was staring down at his water glass watching the liquid swirl around the glass as he moved it in little circles and maybe lamenting his singledom a little bit in the face of a dance floor full of sappy teenagers in fancy clothes enjoying the crisp June night and each other as their last hurrah before graduation.

Patton plastered on a smile, “Oh Jan, I am perfectly hap-”

Janus arched a brow at him, tsking lightly and just loud enough for Patton to hear and stop speaking. “Don’t try to lie to me, I know what you look like when you are actually happy, Patton. And also you’re a god-awful liar.”

“...yeah ok. I’m a little bit lonely, maybe, with Ro and Lo gettin their dance on for the romantic stuff. But I’m not mad, they’re in love, and I told them to go hang on their own. We’ll hang out at the beach house after!” He couldn’t help but glance at the dance floor, where Logan was leading Roman in a waltz that was perfectly on time with the music, lost in their own little world.

“Well Ree and V bailed for the beach early. Not exactly their style of music or dancing, or my vibe to make them do something they don’t enjoy just to get my feet stepped on. Why don’t we be miserable together?” The song changed, to a song with a more Latin-inspired beat that Patton knew only one of every 10 words to, and Janus smirked, “Maybe you and I can even make the most of it and I can score a salsa partner.” Janus ended his proposition with an exaggerated wink and bow, and Patton took his offered hand with a genuine grin.

Janus didn’t miss a beat, switching eye contact to Roman on a dime, “Hey, did you know Remus was the one who’s been screwing with your guitar’s tuning?”

“NONONO HE’S LYING,” Remus cried as Roman tightened his hold and doubled down on his attack, this time poking at his ribs and making Remus shriek in laughter.

As Janus watched Roman wrestle Remus down to the floor of the shop, clearly satisfied with the reaction he managed to get, Virgil nudged him over with his hip to take his place leaning across the counter and whisper conspiratorially, “I bet it was actually Logan. Bastard can get away with murder, I just know it.”

Patton couldn’t help but giggle, with Virgil’s playful smile and dancing eyes across from him, so open and trusting in a way he never was unless it was just the group of them. He smirked a bit, nibbled at his lip in consideration, then leaned in to say in an equally conspiratorial style, “Logan’s only involved to see how long it’ll be before anyone catches on. My record stands.”

“You are a trickster Patton Hart,” Virgil gasped in mock-scandal. He wagged his finger with his hand on his hip in a not-half-bad impression of Patton during a lecture, though he was unable to match his Patton-ted Disappointed Frown while he was grinning, “I’d never expect my partner in crime to be doing something like this without telling me, shame on you. You know I always have your back.”

It was their last weekend of freedom before they started high school, and as per usual both twins had both their friends sleeping over. Patton woke before Logan and Roman, also as per usual, and snuck out of Roman’s room down to the kitchen, only to jolt as he found the light already on and Virgil sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Whatcha doin?” Virgil asked, legs kicking in the air in front of the cabinets lazily.

“Gonna try to make pancakes! I’m positive I won’t burn them this time, I just know it,” Patton enthused, then squinted suspiciously at Virgil, “What’re you doing?”

“Oh just hanging around, keeping an eye out in case anyone tries to burn the house down again so I can help out. Figured they might need a partner in arson crime, ya know, and I could let them know I’ve got their back,” Virgil teased, nudging Patton’s leg with a sock clad foot. He looked so precious with his sleep mussed hair and eyeliner from the night before smudged under his eyes that Patton couldn’t even bring himself to argue that he really didn’t need a babysitter. Honestly, he couldn’t even begin to pretend he didn’t want the excuse to spend more time with him.

The twins’ argument grew more heated, finally managing to distract Patton from where he was a bit lost in the way Virgil’s eyes lit up when he was amused.

“You fucked up one of my favorite shirts!” Roman screeched as he attempted to give his brother a wet willy.

“You put red koolaid in my shampoo two weeks ago, you baby!” Remus cried back, shoving at his shoulder to try to get him off, and succeeding rolling them only for Roman to roll them straight back.

“I know you were the one who put my script out of order,” Roman fired back.

“You should have been off book anyway! And you broke bro code and told Virgil I was the one who deleted his X-Files off the DVR. You are just as bad as me.”

“You gave mom’s computer a porn virus and blamed it on me!” Roman protested, and everyone else seemed to simultaneously sigh as they descended into their usual back and forth of dredged-up pettiness.

“Oh you're still - you squashed my bug collection.”

“You left me stranded in the yard after Remy’s homecoming party senior year.”

“That was absolutely justified, you made me listen to you wax poetic about Logan’s fucking lips for 3 hours.”

“You made me listen to you wax poetic about Patton’s EVERYTHING for 13 YEARS”

Everyone in the shop simultaneously went silent in a blink of an eye. Virgil went white as a sheet and swung to look at the twins with wide eyes, Janus gripped the counter white-knuckled and looked at Patton with a similarly stunned expression, and Remus turned nearly as red as the sash on Roman’s favorite Prince Charming costume. He shoved Roman off of him for real, a more severe growl to his voice as he seemed to realize there was no way to play it cool, “You are such a fucking dick!”

Roman stammered for a moment, clearly trying to digest the change in tone and the weight of what he’d said, before waving his arms above his head in apparent bafflement, “It’s not like he didn’t know you all were into him!”

“Roman,” Logan spoke up suddenly, gesturing at Patton and what Patton knew had to be a completely shell-shocked expression.

Roman looked up and went just as wide-eyed as the others, “Pat… did... did you not know?”

“...all of you?” Patton asked, then winced as his voice cracked in shock. He watched Virgil flinch and seem to retreat into his hoodie out of the corner of his eye, and Janus’ face smoothed over into a perfect mask of calm in the blink of an eye. He felt his heart break just a little bit at the disappointment in both of their eyes at what he was sure they saw as a rejection.

Logan grabbed Roman’s arm and yanked him away roughly, though Roman followed easily, “You all clearly need to communicate. I will handle this one.”

“Don’t wanna know about you handling my brother, poindexter,” Remus joked hollowly, sounding almost like it was a reflex with none of his usual cackle behind it.

Logan rolled eyes and headed out the door, tugging behind him a Roman who was fervently whispering, just barely audibly, “He didn't know, how did he not know,” to himself over and over again.

There’s silence in the shop for a while, just the sound of the radio faintly playing over the loudspeakers echoing off the walls as they all just stare at each other, not knowing how to start. Then Janus took a deep breath and spoke first, “Patton, I refuse to speak for these two clowns, but I will absolutely tell you that I, at the very least, have had feelings for you for many years, feelings which i was unaware I was not making perfectly clear, or that there was a chance of any sort of reciprocation.”

“Around 7 years for me, give or take. That first morning we made pancakes together,” Virgil added quietly, fiddling with the zipper on his sleeve.

Remus averted his gaze, looking nervous in the way Patton had only seen the day before he confessed to Virgil and Janus in high school, and admitted in the quietest voice Patton’d ever heard him use, “I don’t know exactly when, Pattycakes. You’ve always been there and as far as I’m concerned I’ve loved you just as long. And-and I just assumed it wasn’t returned.”

Patton swallowed thickly, trying to push back tears because he knew these boys and knew they would take them for disappointment rather than the joy they were. He dove at Remus first, vaulting the counter the way he always scolded Roman against and sliding to his knees next to the other man on the floor before crushing him in a hug. He flailed back at Janus and Virgil with one hand to pull them in as well, “Come here, all of you, we’ve lost so much valuable cuddle time!”

Patton was pretty sure Janus broke the sound barrier with how quickly he was plastered to his side and burying his face in his hair, and Virgil wasn’t far behind, wrapping an arm around his waist and burying his face in the crease of his neck and shoulder. Patton took that moment to be a bit daring himself and press a kiss to the corner of Remus’ lips, then giggled brightly when Remus grabbed hold of his cardigan and used it to pull him back in to kiss him full on the mouth with just as much passion and impulsiveness and laughter as Patton had always imagined. His mustache tickled Patton’s nose a bit but he leaned into it, humming happily in the back of his throat and feeling like a puzzle piece clicked into place.

Virgil only gave them a minute before he untucked his face from Patton’s neck and grouched that he wanted a turn. Remus let Patton go with a very put-upon sigh that didn’t match his playful grin, flicking Virgil on the nose lightly. “You gotta give him his kisses or he’ll never shut the fuck up,” he fake-whispered.

Patton grinned and turned readily to Virgil, and his lips met Patton’s in a much gentler dance. His kiss was no less deep or passionate for its caution, and his hands cupped his face like he feared Patton would float away if he didn’t hold tight. His fingers curled and twitched upwards like they wanted to bury themselves in his hair but didn’t want to overstep, so Patton took the initiative to grip the back of his neck and tilt his own head to encourage Virgil to do what he wished.

Janus was more patient, waiting for them to part for breath a few minutes later before taking hold of Patton’s chin from Virgil without a word and gently but firmly turning Patton towards him. Janus’ kiss could only be described as a caress, light and teasing and peppered with soft nips to his bottom lip before building up to something more solid. His warm hands rubbed calmingly up and down Patton’s spine and over his shoulders like he couldn’t figure out where he wanted to touch first.

Remus soon demanded he get another shot, then Virgil wanted another, then Janus again, leaving Patton so beyond cloud 9 he could barely think any more. They spent at least 20 minutes there on the floor, lost in each other, rotating kisses that were long overdue, letting their actions make the confessions their words hid from for years, not daring to move and break the spell of the moment.

Then a camera shutter sounded, paired with a bright flash of light that made them all jolt and look up in surprise.

“I said communicate you know, not make out on the floor,” Logan sighed, digging through his wallet to pull a 20 out to hand to Roman, who was grinning victoriously.

“I’m sorry for being a dick, but I had to do something and I told Logan the “accidental slip” would work,” Roman said as he pressed a triumphant kiss to Logan’s cheek and pocketed the 20, “But you have to admit it was a pretty great performance on my part.”

“Can’t believe I was betrayed by my best friends, I don’t know whether I owe you a scolding or a fruit basket,” Patton lamented playfully, cheeks hurting from how wide he was smiling. Janus ruined what little remained of the facade even more as he shifted slightly and pulled him into his lap and Patton clung tight to Virgil and Remus’ hands, with no intention of disconnecting any time soon.

#IntruAnaMoCeit #patton/dark sides #patton/remus/janus/virgil #polyamsanders #ts fic #i had no idea how to tag this #all sides #remus mention

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i-legit-dont-know-what-im-doing · 3 years

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Dewey se encuentra solo cuando descubre la verdad en el diario de Lena al final de la primera temporada??? Cómo lo maneja??

I know that this wasn’t technically your question but I’ve been meaning to do this for a while now, I hope that this is ok and that it still answers your question, if not then let me know and I can try and go into more detail about what you want to know. Now, without further ado:

How The Shadow War Part II: Day of the Ducks! would go in my “HDLW grow up with their Duck Cousins counterparts” AU (Part 1 is here)

Quick Note: To avoid this being too long and/or bothersome I’m not going to talk about the things that would stay almost exactly the same as in canon (I.E.: The one-on-one scenes with Scrooge and Magica) unless it’s A.) Very important, or B.) Not super important but I need it for set-up so that things don’t just happen out of nowhere

The family is in shock of Magica De Spell’s appearance when Gyro, Manny, and Lil’ Bulb climb onto the boat talking about the underwater lab and the shadows

Donald starts giving his dramatic speech, only for no one to be able to understand him and for Dewey to half-jokingly call him “Unintelligible”

Donald chases Dewey around, Gyro grabs him and gives him The Barksian Modulator (the voice box thing)

Donald does some quick tongue twisters and then finishes his dramatic speech and tells everyone the game plan

Donald tells Dewey to stay at the dock and to “Under no circumstances come to the bin”

So obviously he’s going to the bin

However, he can’t break in on his own and goes to find an expert on breaking into places: Lena

He goes to search the old stage by the beach where she usually hangs out and when he can’t find her anywhere he ends up stomping the ground from frustration and accidentally opens a trap door

Dewey goes down to find a clearly lived-in room, but still no Lena

He spots the journal under a bench(?), quickly pulls it out, opens it, and begins reading:

“To end the line of Clan McDuck She sought a token of their luck Lo, with the eclipse in its prime She’d trap old Scrooge within his dime But Scrooge reversed her vengeance planned And in his Dime, the witch did land. Yet as he struck the final blow She cast a spy from her shadow I walk the earth and wield her power To bring about McDuck’s last hour”

Dewey is heartbroken and angry when he finds out that his only friend betrayed him for Magica and ends up pulling a curtain down from the wall to reveal Lena’s painting of Magica being freed and trapping Scrooge in the dime in her place

He runs off with a new determination to save his family

Dewey swims to the flooded underwater lab (I have no clue how they get the scuba gear in canon but that’s how he gets it here too) and swims up the elevator shaft to one of the Money Bins hallways

He trudges up the stairs until he realizes that his shadow is back and it attacks him

He managed to cut the lights so he won’t cast a shadow and uses the night-vision goggles that he keeps with him because his granny always says that “A good spy is always prepared”

As soon as he steps into the office, and into the light, a bunch of shadows rise up

Before they have a chance to attack Dewey Donald tackles one of them saying “Get away from my kid” and proceeds to take out the rest of them

They have a brief “You’re right on time” moment before more shadows appear and Donald pushes Dewey through the door to the Bin and tells him to save his uncle while Donald holds off the shadows

Magica sends a blast of magic towards him, breaking the platform Dewey is standing on

He manages to use his grappling hook to slow the fall although he does land rather ungracefully

Magica brings herself closers and shows off her new limited edition Scrooge-Dime

She starts attacking him and Dewey decides to use the “Cause as much chaos as possible” battle tactic

He runs around dodging her attacks until she’s dizzy and disoriented, and then he kicks the dime out of her hand and charges for her, fueled by the rage of the betrayal of his best friend

Dewey continues to attack her with the sorceress now on the defensive while yelling at her

Magica manages to summon the dime back to her and knocks Dewey away, stating that Lena could never be his friend because Lena was never real

Magica tells him how pathetic he was to be friends with a shadow

She sends a bolt of her magenta magic towards him with the intent to “put him out of his misery” only for a bright blue light coming from his bracelet to shield him

Lena appears in her shadow-realm form (idk what to call it) and shouts at Magica to get away from her best friend while tackling her

The two fight for a bit and Magica hits Lena with her staff, sending the girl away

Dewey shouts and launches himself at the woman in a fit of rage

She drops the dime and Dewey grabs it and runs

Magica send a blast of magic at him but he uses to dime to deflect it and ends up freeing Scrooge

Scrooge images Magica in a fight and knocks the staff away from her just as Donald, Beakley, Manny, and Fenton open the vault door

Donald sees the staff and attempts to catch it only to trip and break it, thus draining Magica of her powers and dispelling (pun intended) the shadows

Magica uses a smoke bomb and runs off.

Dewey solemnly stares at his friendship bracelet as he realizes that Lena is gone

He puts it back on but fails to see Lena briefly appearing behind him as he does, and then approaches his great-uncle

Scrooge gives him a large hug

Donald attempts to say that family is the greatest adventure of all, only to start coughing and cough up The Barksian Modulator, which Scrooge covers with some coins

The family “swims” happily in the gold

Meanwhile, Della and Webby see a picture of Scrooge McDuck and his family on the TV they’ve barely gotten to work, and notice a few missing people

Ok, I know that it’s been a hot minute since I’ve done an episode post and I’m sorry, I will try to get better at that. Right now we just have to get through Nothing Can Stop Della Duck (AKA Webby intro part 3) and Whatever Happened To Donald Duck before we reach [REDACTED] (feel free to guess what it is). I’m still not planning on answering any “how would [episode] go?” asks anytime soon (mostly because I don’t have the energy right now) and the main reasons I did this one was because I’ve already done part one of this episode and it was on my list of episodes I want to do. However, I would still love to answer any other asks you have about this AU!

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askrarity-dime · 2 months

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aj! go get ur gf!!

#little miss rarity #rarity #mlp ask #my little pony #mlp ask blog #my own lil rewrite of little miss rarity:3 #ask lil miss dime #grimdark #mlp #digital art #twilight #apple jack #pinkie pie #fluttershy #rainbow dash #rarijack

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rarestofdiamonds · 1 month

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"wow! hello darlings~"

#askrarity-dime #mlp fim #grimdark #little miss rarity #artists on tumblr #ask lil miss dime #rarest of diamonds

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ask-lilmissrarity · 1 month

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What if you buy you some Hayburgers? There's a two for $3 sale! I can get you each two!

@askrarity-dime private messaged me asking if they could be a guest artist, I said yes. Credit goes to them for this.

#guest artist ; askrarity-dime #ask-lilmissrarity #green-screen-green-god #sweetie belle #rarity #lil miss rarity

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jooniperhun · 4 years

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The End of the Rainbow | ot7 (1)

pairing: tall!black!reader x bts, poc!reader x bts, woc!reader x bts, black!reader x bts

genre: fluff, strangers to friends to (maybe) lovers [later], romance [later], comedy, misunderstandings [later], (slight) angst [later], smut (maybe??) [later], idol!au

rating: PG-14

wc: 2.3k

warnings: swearing

notes: the boys won’t make an appearance until chapter 2 but there is some foreshadowing in there (hint hint); pretend that corona never happened; most of the geographical locations/distances will either be made up or not named because I’ve never been to Korea lol whoops; this reads more like a reader-insert sorry that’s my default writing setting; and the boys’ backstories and such won’t be all that accurate because I’m the author and I say so teehee :)

“Text like this is spoken in Korean.”

“Text like this is spoken in English.”

summary: Your current job as a travelling housesitter has taken you to many places, some strange and many wonderful. When the acquisition of a new client takes you to Korea for three months, you wonder if your self-esteem can survive being around so many other-worldly looking people. Also, not to be paranoid or anything, but maybeperhaps you’re being stalked by the same seven strangers? They’re pretty loud and always surrounded by a tonne of people, so you write it off the first few times.

But this shit is getting excessive, chile. And annoying…

Rhetorical question, but what lies at the end of a rainbow? You hope that it’s a pot of gold, but with the way that your luck has soured, it might just be seven short(er than you), rowdy leprechauns ready to flip your world sideways…

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Usually, when it came to social outings, ___ would go out of her way to make sure that she looked her best. Her wild mane would be tamed, her makeup would be carefully, painstakingly applied, and her clothes wouldn’t hold a single wrinkle. This, however, isn’t ‘usually’— this is an airport, and ___ currently couldn’t find it within herself to give a single, flying fuck about her appearance after the flight that she had just had.

That isn’t to say that it was terrible— she was flying first class, for Christ’s sake! Not to mention that she didn’t have to spend a single dime on it (excluding the multiple new outfits and lashes that she purchased for herself because if she was anything, it was slightly vain). But a roughly 18 hour flight, combined with slight motion sickness? It doesn’t matter how comfortably she had dressed, or how attentive the flight attendants were, or how delicious the food was— ___ walked off of the landing strip probably looking exactly as she felt (read: terrible).

Luckily, the good thing about airports was that she wasn’t the only one. No one paid her any mind, too worried about themselves and finding their respective luggages and families to be giving some rando more than a passing glance.

She was officially in Seoul, South Korea, and she couldn’t read a damn thing.

Okay— slight exaggeration. Most of the signs had English (and Spanish, and Chinese, and Japanese) translations beneath the larger blocks of Korean, but her damn near-blind ass missed that the first time around.

The airport looked as airports tended to look— large, modern, and clean. There was a beautiful netting of glass in the ceiling that let gentle rays of sunlight in. The walls were similarly comprised of the netting design and slanted outwards, away from all of the passengers. Statues and abstract constructions divided the masses. People from all walks of life milled around, looking for their luggage or anxiously waiting for their plane to arrive.

Incheon International Airport, Terminal One, Flight DL27. ___ reminded herself over and over of the number of where she would go for Baggage Claim, scanning the area and mumbling slightly to herself. She adjusted her dark shades and hefted her purse (her only carry-on) higher onto her shoulders, following the crush of fellow passengers into the depths of the fragile looking place.

There were a lot of people walking around with black facemasks and shades on, so she was glad that she wasn’t the only shady-looking sista walking around. Inwardly snorting at her own pun, ___ nearly walked past her destination.

It was honestly this part of each trip that gave her the most anxiety— that is, waiting for her suitcase to come around on the conveyor belt.

She had heard and read multiple horror stories about too many passengers never recovering their luggage. Either stolen, lost, or dropped from the airplane itself— if it could go wrong, it went wrong. But it’s not like hers’ is particularly interesting to look at. It was a simple, standard black. Only a red, knotted ribbon tied around the handle marked it as her own.

Ten minutes of fretful bag checking later, ___ finally found it. She gave a silent sigh of relief and turned towards the exit. Then, her anxiety flared right back up when she realized that she would have to hail a taxi to get to her destination.

Honestly, her people-meter was getting a little bit too full for her to actually be initiating direct human interaction right now.

But she would persevere! Even if her persistence could use a bit of work, she’s faked confidence enough times to make it.

Getting a taxi to stop for her was like pulling teeth. By the time that she had stuffed her menial baggage into the trunk and clambered into the front seat, her temper had risen a few notches. She’s had a long two days. The flight wasn’t kind on her stomach or her sleep schedule— not to mention the fact that she felt disgusting. A shower sounded so nice right now… She didn’t want to be on the streets any longer than she had to be, dammit!

Donning her ‘Customer Service’ voice (as she liked to call it), she politely rattled off her destination to the driver in Korean. He was on the younger side for the profession (at least, from what she’s seen), with neatly laid dark hair and slightly tanned skin. His dark eyes constantly shifted from the road to her when they were stopped for traffic, but he luckily seemed to sense her mood as he did not say anything more than the polite initial greeting.

All in all, it was a 30 minute drive filled with determinedly unawkward silence. ___ sent a quick text to her employer to inform them that she would be at the house in a bit, then sent another to her mother to let her know that she touched down safely. Almost immediately, her phone began to buzz.

Rolling her eyes, ___ answered. “Good morning to you too, Ma.” She said as her full lips tilted up in amusement. Upon hearing the English, the driver sent another glance in her direction.

“Hey, baby! It’s night time for us right now (we just got finished eating dinner). How was your flight?” Her mother’s voice gave a slightly tinny echo as she spoke, and the sound of shifting fabric clued ___ in to the fact that she, indeed, was probably on the toilet.

“Tiring. I forgot to buy Dramamine, so it was a fun time for me.” She switched hands with her phone so that she could look out of her window more comfortably. Little snatches of the city flashed by before they turned into a slightly more residential area. The houses here were large and gated, yet closely located. “How is everyone doing? No-one dead yet, right?”

Her mother snorted. “Yet is correct. Turns out, ya’ sister got herself a lil boyfriend—” ___ had to stifle her laugh before she gave herself away, “— and ya’ daddy wasn’t too happy when he found out. Her fast ass is sitting in her room right now, phone taken and everything. Woulda’ gotten an ass whoopin if we found anything triflin’ in it, but she’s clean.” Yeah, only because of her advice. No sending nudes back and forth, no secret folders dedicated to trifling shit, and no conversations going further than normal teen-girl gossip. Those were her three cardinal rules to sneaking around with a boy, and it seems that her little sister had done well to heed them.

“And the lil’ boy? Anyone we know?” ___ asked, playing along. If her parents found out she already knew about him, her ass would be grass, too.

“Yes!” Ma exclaimed frustratedly. The driver jumped at the sudden loud sound in the otherwise silent car. “That nigga, Devin. Lives a block down from us? You know the one.” She gave the appropriate gasp at the news while rolling her eyes. Devin was a sweet boy who had a good future ahead of himself. There was no goddamn way she would waste her painstakingly gathered advice on someone who wasn’t good for her sister.

“Dam— I mean, wow. You think you know the people you live around...” She caught herself quickly before she cursed. Even halfway across the world, her fear of her ma’s wrath was still very, very healthy.

“I heard that, but I’ll let it slide this time.” Her mother’s tone was amused despite her previous outrage.

“Anyways, as I was saying… I don’t see anything wrong with Devin. He was a nice boy, last time I talked to him.” From the cover of her shades, ___ watched the driver watch her from the corner of his eye. The car began to slow.

“Tell that to ya’ daddy. He—” Ma began to rant as ___ pulled the phone away from her ear.

“How much do I owe you?” She asked quietly, hands dropping to rummage through her purse for her wallet as she cradled the phone between her ear and her shoulder. “—Alright, Ma. Imma have to call you back. We just pulled up to the house and I gotta get situated.”

Handing the driver the appropriate amount of Won, they both left the car to remove her luggage from his trunk. “Okay, sweetie. Love you! Call me again when you get settled in.” Her mother echoed as she mouthed a quick ‘Thank you,’ with a shallow bow.

“Gotcha. Love you, too! Bye.” She hung up and grabbed the handle of her suitcase, making it extend before dragging it behind her towards the house that they had stopped in front of.

She couldn’t really see anything past the high, brick walls and iron gate. Spotting an intercom, she quickly checked her reflection in her phone’s camera before she could press the button to call her employer.

Removing her silk head-scarf, she found that her high puff had held up reliably under it. She quickly stuffed it into her purse and pulled out her glasses case to place her shades in. Shoving that back in, too, she smoothed out her black jeans and checked for stains on her yellow top. It was only after assuring that her face was, indeed, clean that she rang the buzzer.

A red light blinked on before a voice answered. So there was a security camera for surveillance? Good. “Good morning! You must be ___, right?” Her voice was smooth and low, like velvet. It hinted towards an older age, especially when compared to the commonly high pitched tones of the youth.

“Yes, good morning.” ____ stepped back slightly to bow. The gate unlocked with a soft click, and she made her way up the driveway. She could only see one car at the moment, but from the size of the house— no, mansion—, she was sure that a lot more were probably in the garages (yes, plural).

The mansion was a modern white with a lot of windows to let in natural light. The lawn was cleanly cut and the rich, emerald grass shined with small droplets of morning dew. There was actually a surprising amount of yard space, which was ideal for pets and children. The only thing that she would be needing to worry about this trip was a dog and some plants, though.

Little solar-powered lights lined the walkway that ___ walked down. They looked nothing like the one-dollar versions from the Dollar Store, and definitely cost a lot more, too. She climbed a few stone steps to reach the porch. On either side of a dark-wooded door, two gold vases stood guard. They were almost as tall as her and intricately carved with little, delicate flowers. The welcome mat that she stood upon was a sensible dark brown and had a looping Welcome swirled across the front in white.

She rang the doorbell and patiently waited.

A few moments passed before the door sprung open. The lady that answered was small and adorable in her old age. Her dark hair was sprinkled with white streaks, and her large, dark eyes were creased with laugh lines. The same lines were also wrinkled around her mouth, but they did not take away from the traditional beauty that she still held. Her cheeks were rounded and scattered with pink, and her skin was the color of milk. She was dressed in a fashionable black pantsuit and wore black pumps that boosted her height.

“Good morning!” ___ bowed lowly with a sweet smile. Her eyes, large and slightly too round to truly be almond shaped, disappeared into crescents. With her face transformed so cutely by just a single smile, one would find it hard to believe that ___ had a mean, mean resting bitch face that, when combined with her not inconsiderable height, gave her a naturally intimidating demeanor.

Endeared, the woman bowed back. “Please, come in.” She invited, stepping aside and letting ___ and her suitcase drag in.

***

She was still getting situated in the guest room when the door slowly creaked open.

Though she couldn’t see anything from where she was seated on the bed, the tell-tale pattern of claws clicking against the hardwood floor cued her in to who was entering— Mickey, a cute, little Shih-Tzu breed with floppy ears and a brown and white coloring. Despite the fact that he was male, Mickey had two tiny, powder-blue bows woven around his ears. His matching sweater creased slightly as he padded towards her.

“Hi, sweetie!” ___ cooed, reaching down to give him a gentle pat on the head, “Are you looking for some company now that Grandma isn’t in?”

Mickey had been (surprisingly) very calm upon his introduction towards ___. He barely reacted (outside of a few weak wags of his fluffy tail) to her squealings of how cute he was. Perhaps it was behavior that he was used to.

He settled down onto the carpet next to her bed, the ideal spot for her to reach down and pet him if she wanted to. It was a good move on his part, because that was exactly what she wanted to do.

___ was a huge dog lover— in fact, she just loved cute, fluffy animals in general. Cats, llamas, sheep— you name it. She tolerated reptiles, and if she had to handle insects, it was usually with gloves and a healthy bit of distance.

The moral of the story is that she adored fur-babies, and until Mickey’s owner came to pick him up or his Grandma came back home, Mickey was her dog.

a/n: Thank you all for reading the first chapter! I really hope you liked it. The fun stuff starts next chapter, so please stay tuned! I have so much planned *evil laughter*

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