#imagine being invited to yap

[gay-poet-gabriel]

🔺️💔🥯 for your ocs!!

YES!! TANKU!!

from this game

🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons?

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast?

I'll just do Jibril for these cuz I don't have a lot of time lol under cut for weapons tw

anyway

For the first one, ofc he does!!!! (so does anais but I'm not talking about her bahahah) Anyway mostly its assault rifles (HKs, AKs, Ms) but also snipers (he loves scouting) and naturally SMGs, considering his field

For the second one, I'll list them

-Pretty possesive of the people he loves, and that mixed with the fact that he keeps a very tight circle, doesn't always play out so great. Along with this, he likes to meet new people and can rack up a lot of friends because of his kindness and general leadership abilities, but he can tend to treat them like they're disposable, since he prioritizes his family over anyone else.

-He sometimes tends to bottle up things instead of bringing them upfront, but usually he is aggressive about things he is angry about, which does not always go well with people he is under

-like the one above, he can be a bit dishonest and stubborn. he tries to do what he can and never upset his family, and he lies to better things, even if it makes them, in fact, worse.

For the third one, when not in active duty or when he's retired (YAY!) he likes to eat tomatoes and eggs and sometimes some turkey sausage...

[ennabear]

vampire!ellie

synopsis: you met ellie in your university’s ancient library, you were just trying to study and ellie couldn’t help but talk to you. it drove her crazy, the scent of your blood. usually, she didn’t even notice the scent on others. she was so used to it that it didn’t bother her anymore. but you were different, sweeter.

cw: kinda like a mix between tlou and twilight, mentions of witchcraft and hanging, vampire!abby being a ladykiller literally, papa vampire!joel, mama vampire!tess, newlyweds vampire!jesse and dina, dina’s transformation, lotsssss of backstory like i seriously couldn’t stop myself from yapping. not proofread sorry :((((((

a/n: i’m definitely gonna make a series out of this. sorry if this is wayyy too long but i have a special place in my heart for vamp!ellie and her sweet vampire family. ok that’s all ily thanks for reading.

wc: 2.2k

you shouldn’t be walking alone at night, really. campus was a sketchy place. a plethora of bad things could happen. you could get kidnapped, jumped, pickpocketed, or, hell, even bitten by a vampire.

the library had the same scent it always did. it smelled like dust and paper. in all honesty, you didn’t prefer it here. although it was beautiful, tall windows lined with stained glass, large bookshelves with every book you’d ever want, every word you could imagine and more, it was just so eerie. something bad was bound to happen here.

anyways, you settled down at the table in the corner. the one farthest away from anyone else. you’d rather be at home right now, studying in bed. it’s only because your roommate invited her stupid boyfriend over that you ended up here. it’s for the better anyway, though, because in bed you wouldn’t get anything done. you’d be too distracted.

you had your priorities written on your palm, the pen now smudged, making it barely readable. writing on your palm was easier, more convenient than a post-it note. but you wrote it down on paper anyways, incase you sweated more of it off before you finished. it wasn’t likely you would, though. the library was freezing, especially in the winter.

the clack of your fingers typing in your laptop password was the only thing to be heard. everyone else was dead silent. this was probably the only thing you liked about the library, everybody agreed on an unspoken rule, make the least amount of noise possible. you got started with completing your essay after shuffling your playlist, determined to finish by the end of the night.

that’s when she saw you.

or, smelled you? your scent was so strong, it hit ellie hard. her vision went dark and splotchy, and she had to grip onto the table for support. her pearly white hands making a dent in the table with how hard she was holding.

you had to be her next meal. she had to find some way to get you alone and suck your veins dry. it scared her, the thoughts she was having. her intentions weren’t to murder you, but she was starving now. you had unknowingly gotten her high on your scent.

she didn’t even know where you were. were you outside? down the hall? in the library? fuck, right next to her? her head was hurting now, really, really badly. but she needed you even worse.

picking up a random book, she used the most brainpower she could to sniff you out. then, she really saw you. headphones in your ears, your hands typing away at something that won’t even matter soon. soon, she’ll have your body in her arms, hopefully in the comfort of her own home. your neck dripping a puddle on the floor as she relentlessly drank from you, your skin growing cold and your lips turning purple.

her docs made silent footsteps across the floor as she walked toward you. this was something ellie learned to master, silence. especially when she went into hunting mode. nobody looked at her as she expertly dodged the creaks in the old wooden floor. nobody saw her coming. especially you. you never saw ellie williams coming.

“hey, is it okay if i sit here?”

“….sorry, what was that?” you scrambled to pause your music.

“can i sit here?”

“oh. yeah, sure. go ahead.”

you went back to typing, not continuing your music incase she wanted to talk. you really hoped she didn’t. you needed to finish your essay. and you weren’t much of a people person either.

“what are you writing?” she asked.

“just an essay, nothing interesting.”

“oh, cool.”

she started reading the book she picked up before sniffing you out. she didn’t bother to look at the title. or read any of the words either. really, she was just staring at it, her mind racing. she needed to come up with something interesting, something to make you like her.

while she stared at the words, you couldn’t help but stare at her. your fingers came to a complete stop as you admired this stranger across from you. she didn’t even introduce herself, how strange. her hair was a dark brown, her eyes black. her face was incredibly smooth. skin paler than ever, she looked as if she was a marble statue, like she belonged in a museum.

and she was reading twilight, of all books. although, you liked the book, it seemed ironic for her, like she was too mature for it. this beautiful stranger was sitting across from you, her eyebrows pulled together in frustration while she chewed on the inside of her cheek. she seemed furious at something, but at the same time, hard to read.

you were almost scared of her, but intrigued above all else.

“do you like that book?” you asked.

“twilight? yeah. it’s okay. i’ve read it a few times.”

“hmm. it’s a classic.”

“it’s not bad. but i’ve read a lot of books. this one doesn’t come close to the others.”

“so you read a lot? how come i’ve never seen you before?”

“i’m usually hiding. i don’t prefer to engage with others if i can help it.”

“yeah, that explains it.”

she got lucky. thank god, if there even is one, that she grabbed a book you knew about. that you started a conversation with her. she thought it was the most stupid book on earth. it was filth, pure mormon fanfiction. and it was completely wrong.

“why are you here so late? it’s almost midnight.” you asked.

“i could ask you the same question.” she responded.

“i have a lot of work i’ve been procrastinating on. if i could choose, i’d be at home. but my roommate’s boyfriend is there and i can’t stand being in the same building as them.”

“i don’t really know why i’m here. i just like to meet new people i guess.”

“i thought you didn’t like talking to people.”

“that’s different. you’re different.”

“how so? you don’t know who i am, and i don’t even know your name.”

she stared at you blankly. you had her trapped. she suddenly realized that maybe you were harder to get than she expected. maybe you wanted to play this game.

“i’m ellie. it’s short for elizabeth but i hate that name. it’s too common, i’m sick of hearing it.”

“elizabeth is beautiful.”

“thanks. you sound like my parents.”

lie. she didn’t know her parents anymore. they had abandoned her hundreds of years ago after suspecting she was a witch because she refused to get married to a man at only seventeen. after a few years, she was hung.

it wasn’t until her new father, joel, took up an investigation of what happened to poor elizabeth. he ended up traveling to their old village and finding her grave after tracing her obituary back to a newspaper published in 1579.

shed been dead for years. joel was the one who brought her back to life. he injected his venom into her long rotten arms and took her in for the seven years it took for her to come back fully. he saved her. he taught her how to walk, how to speak, how to hunt. joel miller was her new father.

joel used to be a police officer. in 1712, he ran into a poor woman, bleeding and begging for his help. claiming that her husband had turned to satan and was now possessed. the woman had been bitten, she eventually would turn into ellie’s mother, tess. joel got bitten too. all three of them spent the next years as newborns in that small cabin, feasting on whoever was unfortunate enough to wander by.

the woman’s husband didn’t survive. he was caught by a clan of christians and burned alive, leaving just joel and tess, who couldn’t help but fall in love. they adopted more kids before and after ellie too.

abigail was the first. she was living alone in the appalachian mountains, feasting on whoever wandered after sundown. leading poor girls, desperate for a good time, into her bed and then eating them whole. abigail often hung out at lesbian bars. the girls who went home with her never came back. a bartender joked with her about this once, the bartender didn’t come back, either.

joel heard about abigail through the only other coven that lived in washington. they said she was a monster, a relentless murderer trapped in a goddesses body. that she could hold the whole world on her shoulders but couldn’t refrain from eating innocent girls who were cheating on their husbands.

abby and ellie were never really good friends, but they tried. abby preferred to keep to herself. usually either reading or climbing a mountain with her bare hands. and she refused to find a long-term lover. ellie was almost the opposite. she preferred more modern things, like making music and fast cars. and she loved to flirt with girls.

jesse came after ellie. he was born more recently, in 1878. he was dying of a disease nobody knew about. they didn’t have the right knowledge or technology to save him, so they quarantined him in a hospital room until he died. he didn’t, though. joel saved his life. the hospital staff were horrified after seeing the blood stained floor, the splatters over the walls, and more importantly, the fact that jesse’s body was nowhere to be found.

jesse had a wife now, named dina. she met him in 1983 at a prestigious fashion school. jesse had already been to tons of colleges. neither of them aged. they never changed. they were all trapped. after studying medicine, law, physics, engineering, and marketing, he wanted a change.

that’s when he met dina. she was a beautiful woman, deep tan skin, dark eyes, long black hair and eyelashes. and she had such a knack for fashion. jesse was in love, it took him a long while before he came clean to dina about who he was. she was so in love with him too, she didn’t mind it, and she certainly wasn’t scared. dina was never scared of anything.

so they got married. and the night after their wedding, they flew to a private island joel owned for their “honeymoon”. aka, dina’s transformation. they were gone for almost three years. jesse kept a journal of everything that happened to her.

july 12, 1989. i did it. i held her so gently in my arms and sank my teeth into her neck. she was screaming, i know she was in pain, but she’ll never admit it. before she fell asleep, i drank a few of her tears and then closed her eyes. she’ll be twenty six for the rest of her life, until the earth stops spinning. i hope she can forgive me.

december 31, 1989. joel, i got your letter. she’s been doing okay. i can’t stop looking at her, her perfect curves and her deep brown hair. i think it was for the better that i took her dress off before we started, she designed it, it was so beautiful. i know she’d get upset about the red staining the expensive white satin. it’s still here, waiting for her. the year is about to end, we still have quite a few months until she awakes. i’m scared. not of her, of myself. am i a murderer? did i, a cold-blooded demon, destroy a perfect, innocent life? will she remember me?

august 27, 1990. it’s been over a year. nothing, but i know it’s coming. i’ve been holding her head on my lap, stroking her hair. i haven’t moved from this position in three months. she is so beautiful. i redressed her in the outfit she designed for this occasion, it suits her well. a part of me regrets this decision. i wish i could grow old with her, maybe have kids someday. sit on the porch while or grandchildren play in the yard. her eyes wrinkling with the smile she always flashes me. this will never happen. it’s just a dream.

november 16, 1990. she is awake. so much screaming. she’s in pain. won’t even look at me. she is thirsty. will bring her some bird blood to quench her thirst.

november 21, 1990. she only sits and stares at a wall, rocking back and forth. her eyes are white now. don’t know if she is okay. or if she will survive. her throat burns. if she goes, i go.

february, 1991. don’t know what day it is, she has calmed down. she didn’t remember anything at first. not me, not her name, nothing. she remembers now, though. hopefully we can come home this year. i still don’t know if i trust her enough around people. if she is caught, she’ll be burned. if she goes, i go.

may 18, 1991. traveled to a near by island. i taught her how to swim, she loves it. she’s so surprised that she can hold her breath infinitely. she is so beautiful, it’s like falling in love with her all over again. there were people at the island, it was a small village. they were kind, but we had to leave early. i don’t want to push her limits, but she did exceptionally well.

october 4, 1991. on our way home. starting this life forever with her. i hope she can forgive me.

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Helloo~~! Just saw the request about MC being insecure about her chest and I loved it, but I was wondering if you could maybe also do the same for the opposite? So, MC being insecure about a big chest?

In my personal experience having a big(ger) chest has always kind of sucked, because a lot of the tops l'd love to wear are designed for a smaller chest and wearing them makes me uncomfortable because of how much cleavage it shows (not saying it's not okay to show cleavage, just personally don't like the stares I get when I do :/)

If you see this and decide to write it, thank you so much, I love your work <33

Heyyy~!! I have to say that I see where you're coming from and I suffer from the same problem! So I completely get you, girl! Buuutt if you think that our amazing demon brothers would have a problem with it you're wrong! <3

Summary: The brothers' reactions to MC being insecure about big chest

Author's note: This is a sensitive topic so I want my readers to know that I'm not trying to offend anyone. And if I do, you have my sincerest apology.

This is part 2 of the story "You're beautiful"

You can read part 1 here: Part 1

Contains: Fluff, NSFW mentions.

Fem!MC x each of the brothers.

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

You're beautiful

(Part 2)

Lucifer

The eldest brother had invited you to be his date to a formal event. The demon had everything already prepared even before you said that you'd gladly accompany him. He had bought you matching outfits and accessories. A beautiful pair of heels that matched the dress perfectly along with earrings and a stunning necklace. You swear... Lucifer knows how to spoil you. And does it perfectly. The only problem was.. the dress' cleavage. It was showing a lot.. Especially with the size of your chest. It looked provocative.. a lot at that.. You could already imagine all the dirty looks you would get from all the demons on that event. Suddenly you hear a knock on the door.

-MC? Are you ready? It's time to go. –The voice of the eldest echoes in your head and shivers run down your spine.

-Lucifer could I talk to you for a second? –You ask with a serious voice, before hearing the door open. You see Lucifer in his formal attire at the door. There is a concerned look on his face as he looks at you.

-Is everything okay, MC? –The eldest asks and you turn to face him. His eyes darken and a smirk appears on his face as he sees you in the dress. You take a deep breath before speaking.

-Uhm.. don't you think this dress is a little too provocative, Lucifer? –You ask and the demon just walks up to you in return with the same mischievous grin.

-Too provocative? There is no such thing. You look stunning, MC. Just as I thought you would. –He speaks in a low voice as his hands land on your hips.

-But my chest is a little too big for it... –You mutter.

-Your chest is perfect. Your whole body is, MC. And I shall gladly worship every part of it. –He says and sucked in a breath before speaking.

-Plus, MC. I'm powerful enough to fight and win unharmed. If anyone even dares to look at you they'll have to face me. And I won't show any mercy. I'll protect what's mine. –Lucifer mutters before leaning down to place a soft kiss to your shoulder, followed by a possessive one on your lips. You feel your cheeks flush red and smile.

-Now let's go. –He says and escorts you out of your room. The event went well but there were a few broken noses from the Avatar of Pride's fist though you didn't hear that from me.

Mammon

You and the second-born were walking home from RAD together. He was yapping about his latest detention and how unforgivable the teacher was. Both of you had unfastened your uniforms, seeking more comfort. Mammon's tie was barely hanging on his neck and a few buttons on his jacket were unbuttoned, showing his muscular chest. As for you, you have done the same. The ribbon that was tied on your collar was unfastened and a few buttons down your chest were as well. It went down to the point that the unbuttoned jacket created a really showing cleavage. Exposing a big part of your chest which wasn't small either. Neither did you or Mammon seemed to mind even if he'd steal a look or two from time to time, his eyes glistening with mischief. All of a sudden two demons approached you. Both of their gazes were locked on your chest as one of them licked his lips. The action made you uncomfortable and you crossed your arms at your chest, in an attempt to hide your cleavage.

-Oh come on, baby girl.. show us that beautiful chest... –One of the demons spoke as he took a few steps towards you.

-Mhmm.. soo beautiful for a human.. so fucking sexy... Oh how I would love making you scream and beg as I fuck your brains out. –You gulp to his words and take a few steps back. The second-born hisses and wraps his arms around you, protectively.

-Ya fuckin' wish, ya pest! See this human? She is mine! Shoo! –Mammon speaks out loud, pulling you closer to himself.

-And what are you, idiot going to do to stop me? Eh? –One of the demons says and takes a few steps closer to you once again which makes Mammon push you behind his body.

-Im gonna fight! –The second born hisses before the other demon pushes Mammon's shoulder.

-You are weak, Mammon.

-Who you callin' weak? I'm THE GREAT Mammon. Avatar of Greed. Second most powerful of the seven rulers of the underworld! And even if you ain't scared of me Lucifer the Avatar of Pride, the most powerful of us is my older brother and if I call him he'll smash ya! So shoo! Away from my human! –Mammon yells and yanks you to him, pressing a possessive kiss to your lips as the two demons run away in fear upon hearing Lucifer's name. On the rest of the walk home the second-born's hand remains around your waist.

Leviathan

You and the third-born were planning a cosplay with costumes Leviathan himself had handmade. The costumes were accurate to the real thing and the demon was proud of himself. I mean.. he had worked hard on these costumes for a few hours. You wouldn't exclude the possibility of him spending the whole night on them. And now there you were, putting on the costumes and admiring Levi's handiwork. The only problem was that your particularly large chest was creating a showing cleavage that made you anxious.

-Levi, is there a way you could put a little bit more fabric to hide the cleavage? It's too provocative..

–You speak and shoot the demon a hopeful gaze. He looks over at you and you see a heavy blush appear on his cheeks to the sight of you in that costume.

-Ehm.. I.. well.. uhm.. I don't think there's a p-problem... –He stammers out and looks away from you in an attempt to hide the redness on his cheeks.

-No? –You question in confusion –I mean my chest is overflowing... –You mutter and bite your lower lip.

-It's fine.. the character in the anime looks the same.. uhmm.. you look.. so b-beautiful, MC. –The demon stutters once again, hiding his face in his palms. You walk over to him, wrapping your hands around his wrists to move them away from his face. Levi looks at you with red cheeks and slightly parted lips.

-Thank you, Levi.. –You lean down and press a soft kiss to the demon's cheek to which he flips.

-AAAUGHHHH!!!! MCCCCC NO PULLING THESE MOVES ON MEE! –You laugh at his words and pull him in for an embrace. You and the third-born make an amazing photoshoot of your cosplay and a few days later you notice a photo of you in the costume as his D.D.D. wallpaper.

Satan

You and the fourth-born were sitting together in the library. Satan was reading a book and you were playing with a string of hair, while being cuddled into the demon's embrace. You are wearing only a bra and a tank top along with a pair of shorts. Suddenly the string of hair falls onto your chest and when you reach to get it you notice the way your chest is showing by your tank top. You weren't a girl with a small chest.. in fact it was quite bigger than average. You weren't complaining but the attention from different men sometimes made you anxious. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you think about the whole situation.

-Hey, uh Satan? Could I talk to you for a second? –You ask and look up to the demon whose gaze immediately landed on you upon hearing you speak.

-Sure, MC. What did you want to talk about? –Satan asks and puts the book down on the coffee table.

-Do you.. by any chance think that my chest is too big? I know it's a weird question but it has been nagging at me for a while. –You say and look at Satan who furrows his brows and thinks of an answer. After that the fourth-born looks down at your chest and smiles.

-MC, you look beautiful. You are all a man could ever ask for. –He speaks and caresses your hair.

-You think so? –You question and look over at the demon with curious eyes.

-Of course, I do, MC. There is nothing to worry about. People with your figure are desired by men in all three words.. hmm.. I actually think there was a book where the heroine looked similar to you.. do you want me to read it to you? –Satan asks and looks down at you once again.

-I would love to!! –You exclaim happily to which you earn a chuckle on Satan's part. He stands up and walks over to the shelf, browsing through the books before settling his hand on one of them.

-Alrighttt... Hmm I think this is it.. –He walks over to you and settles next to you on the couch, wrapping an arm around you. He began reading with the most sinfully soft and attractive voice imaginable. You lose yourself in his words, listing to the story falling down from his lips. From time to time he would lean down to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head, telling you how beautiful you actually are.

Asmodeus

You and the fifth-born were out, clothing shopping. The demon had been bragging to you about the new collection in Majolish and to be honest you were excited as well. You were trying a few things in the dressing rooms when you noticed that one of the tops looked especially revealing. You stopped in your tracks, looking at the cleavage and your big chest. You sucked in a breath before calling out for Asmo who was waiting outside.

-Hey, Asmo. Could you come in? I want you to see something.. –You mutter, loud enough for him to hear.

-MC, sweetheart. You can save your all natural form for later. Even though you get me turned on by just inviting me in. –The demon speaks and you feel your cheeks heat up.

-What? Asmo no! It's something else other than that! It's about clothes! –You say and wait for the fifth-born to walk in. And when he does his eyes immediately land on your chest as a mischievous expression takes place.

-Sweetheart.. –Asml mutters and looks you up and down while you watch yourself blush in the mirror.

-Uhm.. Asmo, do you think that this top is revealing too much of my chest? I know it's big and stuff... –You speak and the demon shakes his head, before looking into your eyes.

-MC, your chest is not too big. There is not a thing such as "too big" Your tits are perfect.. and the top looks fabulous. Trust me. –Asmodeus speaks and your mood shifts. You smile and throw yourself into his arms in a hug.

-Thank you.. –You mutter as the demon caresses your back.

-Of course, MC. You look like a goddess.. You are so sinfully beautiful that I cannot take my eyes off of you. Oh I'm so lucky to have a girl like you as mine~ –Asmo murmurs and presses a few butterfly kisses to your neck, each leaving a burning trace in its wake. You and the fifth-born proceed to buy a few pieces before snapping a few pictures for Devilgram and heading home.

Beelzebub

The sixth-born had invited you to workout with him and you happily agreed. You walk over to Beel's room and leave a gentle knock on the door before entering. The demon was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt, sitting on his bed, drinking a protein shake while he waited for you. His eyes brighten to the sight of you and he leaves the already empty bottle on the nightstand before walking up to you.

-Are you ready, MC? –He speaks, cracking his knuckles and you nod happily.

-As ready as I'll ever be. –You speak up as you enter the room. Belphegor wasn't there. You assumed that he was in the attic since that was his safe place after everything that had happened. Though that didn't matter at the moment. Beelzebub closed the door and showed you a few exercises to warm up before beginning the serious work out.

-So you have to lay on the floor like this.. –He lays on the floor on his stomach while speaking. –And you have to grip your ankles like so.. –He shows and you nod your head. You lay on the floor in the same position and grip your ankles, before whining in pain. You squeezed your chest a little too hard it hurt you. You quickly roll onto your back and his as you grip your breasts. The sixth-born looks at you with a questioning, yet concerned expression.

-MC? Is everything alright? –Beel asks, walking up to you, crouching down to check up on you. You nod and smile gently at the demon.

-I'm okay.. don't worry.. it's just.. I squeezed my chest on the floor and it hurt a little.. –You mumble and the demon nods. –My chest is just too big... –You murmur, and look down, groggily at your chest before sighing.

-It's not like that, MC.. your chest is perfect.. don't say stuff like that.. maybe the exercise isn't fitting.. –The demon leans over you and leaves a gentle kiss to your forehead.

-Come on.. I'll show you another exercise that doesn't involve laying on your stomach and hurting your chest... –Beel added and proceeded to show you another exercise that was easier to do.

Belphegor

You and the youngest were cuddling in the attic. He was peacefully napping on your chest while you were caressing his hair, playing with it. This time you had brought little hair ties so while he was sleeping you began making little pigtails with his hair. He looked adorable with them. Soon enough it made you chuckle which awakened Belphie. He stirred up and barely opened his eyes.

-Hm? MC? What's up? –He speaks up in a groggy voice. You chuckle one more time before shaking your head.

-It's just.. I made you little pigtails! You look absolutely adorable! –You chuckle at your own words. The demon's expression changes, eyes widening. He moves his hands to feel his pigtails and bursts out laughing.

-Oh MC... You and your little pranks.. –He chuckled before laying his head back onto your chest. You laugh and shake your head before continuing to play with his hair.

-You know, MC.. your chest makes for a great pillow.. it's sooo comfortable.. can I sleep like this more often? –He speaks and closes his eyes.

-Its like that because it's too big.. –You mumble and caress his hair once again.

-Too big? What are you talking about? Your chest is perfect. It looks nice. It feels nice. So overall it's nice.. –Belphegor says, looking up at you.

-You really think so? –You ask, with a questioning gaze.

-Of course I do, MC. Don't even question it. You're beautiful. –The demon speaks up again, before placing a gentle kiss to your neck and drifting back into a peaceful slumber. You replay his words in your head and smile. He is just so kind.

[eldrith]

oh babe dont get me wrong, i thoroughly enjoyed the fic (everything you write is an automatic favorite) and it was so, so heartwrenchingly beautiful but omg i'm in pain lmao.

also going back to the last ask you answered of mine (before the sad fic one. lol)!! absolutely he is the #1 wifehusband. dare i say #1 malewife. but this part!! "he’d want to talk to his wife for days on end, and also could (and does) talk about her for so so long to anyone who was around. #1 wifehusband i stand by this" skdufhaskf YESSSSSSSS. i can just imagine him keeping his wife up later than usual (and not for the reasons she truly desires. jace is a dumb Loser for not noticing.) yapping her ear off, especially if it's been a busy busy day as the crown prince.!! or rhaenyra having to cut jace off in a council meeting bc he's droning on and on about his wife, and while she thinks it's cute and endearing, they have actual business to attend to.. "and wearing pieces of jewelry that belongs to each other omg." girl i just went weak in the knees ugh akshfaksj didn't know i needed that in my life but now i do. or jace having jewelry crafted from pieces of old swords/equipment of his for his wife to have something of his with her always, or his wife giving him a tiny pocket square of embroidery to tuck into his pocket that has become so worn from the amount of time he spends rubbing his thumb over it (especially during longgggggg meetings). he lowkey gives fidgeter vibes so i can just see it becoming a soothing mechanism for him !! "so cute and like can u imagine how rhaenyra would just be so happy to see how happy jace is (& how incredible of a man hes become… hes so devoted to his sweet wife)" i'm getting teary eyed with an idea of rhaenyra thinking about how proud harwin would be of jace and what a great man he's become. anyway don't let me expand further on that bc i will Cry (and talk your ear off for 12 hours)!!!!!!! also rhaenyra would be the best mother in law??? ever??? so so supportive and sweet and loves how much you love and adore her son. anyway. Anyway. also in my head luke lives and spends 90% of the day teasing jace over how whipped he is for his wife :// little brother things i fear. and jace has zero shame bc he's #1 wife guy and knows luke will be the exact same way one day soon.

one day i will expand on jace as a father but. i fear i've talked enough today pookie. love u. - hubby jace anon <33

aw stop ur too nice omg :') im glad u enjoyed it <3

but omg yes 10000% to all of this.

jace literally bounding into his wife's quarters, basically oblivious to the looks she's sending him as he just rambles and talks, so excited to be with her. and asking her about her day, sighing gently when she starts to kiss up and down his neck nevermind i can't go there

also in the earlier stages of marriage or when the war is quite stressful and theyre at council and jace out of nowhere just snaps to defend his wife's honor, calling someone out who slightly disrespected her and the chamber goes silent... <3<3 love <3<3

i also loveee the idea of having a piece of him on her at all times <3 and like... jace gets one of her rings and puts it on a necklace and wears it under his clothes. he fidgets with it when he's reading or strategizing, just as he does with the pocketsquare (you have to give him a new one bc the first one is so frayed) alSO he takes your hair ribbons and uses them as bookmarks. yeah

& ur so right rhaenyra would be emotional and see so much of harwin in jace and shes just so proud. also yes she'd be the best mother in law i see her inviting you to dine with her and just thoroughly enjoying your presence, gossiping and just loving spending time with you & seeing you interact with her son. she would love you like a daughter - she always wanted one.

also stop can you imagine luke... oh my goddd. hed be thrilled to make fun of jace and i feel like he'd become so fond of calling jace ur dog lmao.

things like being in a hall with luke when jace enters, speaking with some lord - you wait for him patiently to end his conversation but luke has no mind for that and immediately teases jace. calling out to him, "here boy!" mocking and whistling like one would summon a dog, "your lady needs you!"

or or or (you've awoken a beast in me this is your fault) like

him walking past and catching jace adjusting the clasp on your necklace or something, maybe helping you with your slippers and he cant help but just go "i swear you’ve got him trained better than the hounds." you roll your eyes at luke, shooing him away with a grin as he mutters "he’d probably sit and beg if you asked him to.”

but jace would just grin so proudly, laughing and shaking his head as he stepped back to admire his handiwork - then sending you a look when luke is gone lmao.

& luke and jace sitting at a feast watching you dance with others and luke just gives him a look, "wipe that grin off your face, you look like you've gone mad. i think you're salivating" and jace is just like "she's so beautiful." & luke rolls his eyes, gagging, “gods help me if i ever get like that.”

but jace knows his brother, and he smirks, "oh, you’ll be there someday, luke.” luke rolls his eyes and huffs, "strike me dead first." and with no hesitation jace just mutters "i'll be sure to. if not before."

yeah i have so many thoughts about that... luke would become jace's wife's annoying little brother but also her bff

also PLEASE father jace bring it on omg. he'd be the cutest father i actually am going to pass out

[tiyoin]

I LOVE ANGST AND UR TWISTED ANXIETY SERIES PLS. What do u think of like erhmm Yuu and reader get on an argument (SOMEHOW LIKE READER TRIES TO TALK TO U AND HOW THEY FEEL AND STUFF and maybe yuus in a lot of stress so it isn't their fault either) and then it goes to the breaking point where yuus like maybe u are a leech!! 🤬👨‍🍼AND THEN INSTANTLY READER SHUTS UP AND LEAVES IDK THE DORM but yuus like they'll come back they don't have a place to sleep in so it's fine!! But for dramatic effect it was like night time and then it rains and reader goes like damn.. Even the sky hates me THEN BOO chenya appears suddenly I'm guessing he's like there to mess w riddle but got caught in the rain and they have a conversation then chenya kidnaps them into RSA WHERE THEY FEEL MORE ACCEPTED. I wanna know how Yuu feels and the other chars abt it. IDK WHAT I'M YAPPING ABT BUT PLEASEEE 😭

YOU🫵

you're evil and I LOVE YOU

YES YES YES YES YESY YES YES

maybe its after an overblot to make things worse, or maybe things are finally getting good for our little mc and mc is SO excited to tell yuu about everything that's been happening behind the scenes. only for yuu to snap.

orz maybe

mc is in an especially bad rut and they're looking for comfort (yuu) but mc overhears yuu and a few characters talking about mc and yuu defends them at first but then out of no where is like 'you're right. they're always around me- I know they have... problems but I have a life too ya know?'

and maybe mc off ahdnedly mentions this the next time yuu tries talking to them and they get into a fight where yuu says things they HEAVILY regret and use things mc has told them in confidence against them

to make things WORSE (😈) it could be in front of mc's new friends, in front of the first years, in front of house wardens, or teachers. idk but this is a PUBLIC FIGHT and mc is abosultly humiliated and runs deep into the forest surrounding the school.

or maybe its at an unbirthday party they were invited to (via trey or cater) and maybe cater or one of the first years play a prank and mc gets blamed for it and that's how the explosive fight happens?

but all I know is that chen'ya was in the right place right time and swept mc away with comforting words and promises of a safe place.

and afterwards? yuu feels absolute horrible as yuu and grim wait tensely on the porch of ramshackle. its already been hours and the sun is setting. yells of mc's name echo through out the school as their friends search high and low for them- a day or two passes and it becomes a school wide issue. missing students at arc are...common. but this is a magic less human girl with 'powerful friends' AND a vice house warden.

but mc is... fine. better than fine. she has found a supportive system at nrc, is treated like glass and is actually seen at this school. the professors are accommodating and the principal has given her her own room! he understand mc's position completely and his priority is making sure that she is mentally sound and physically safe... and if he has to keep a secret from the rival school, then so be it.

maybe months pass and there's a notable tension in the air at nrc. yuu looks horrible, grim has LOST WEIGHT. and mc's friends are tired, snippy. the teachers and stricter and no one's heard from the ghost in the forest...

until a multi school competition is held, or a multi school field trip and there's a bell ringing- no, it almost sounds like mc...

and can you IMAGINE the pain and resentment the nrc cast feels seeing you healthy, HAPPY AND CONFIDENT with those preppy pretentious rsa students??

they'll 100% think that mc got abducted and is being held hostage until they see how you CLINGY to a tall pink hair cat beastman.. didn't you hate people touching you?....

will some of them be relieved you're okay? or are they all shunning you.. but you look so.. free.. you never looked like that once at nrc... and your face was fuller... you we're actually eating..

eyes brighter and... sevens you never looked so beautiful in white

IM GOING CRAZY RAHHH

[strniohoeee]

Crass

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N hates Chris with every fiber in her body, but one night while clubbing things take a turn🤭

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTTTT, hate sex?? Fucking in a public place, enemies to lovers-ish??? Mann idk it’s just sum sweet for the kids (hope yall know that meme. I do not write for kids)🤞🏽

Song for the imagine: Rude Boy- Rihanna

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

I like the way you touch me there

I like the way you pull my hair

Babe, if I don’t feel it I ain’t faking no, no

Can’t remember the last time Chris and I ever got along. He was such a fucking dick always, and I was a bitch. Everyone tried to keep us apart most of the time.

I wasn’t exactly too sure why I hated him. It could be the fact that he thought he was untouchable, hot and his ego was bigger than his fuck ass hair. I really had it out for the guy

I hate any guy who acts like they’re all that, and that their shit doesn't stink. It made my blood boil because who are you? You're a nobody go away. Chris was the textbook definition of this

Actually Chris was the definition of toxic masculinity. Every ick a guy could give you was exactly what Chris was. If some of these girls knew half of who he really was they’d leave his ass in the dirt.

I was Nicks friend, but he came as a package deal with his loving sweet brother Matt, and that fucking gremlin Chris. Usually my interactions with him included me rolling my eyes at him, huffing at his words and full on walking away while he was in the middle of speaking. Because it’s like shut the fuck up, you know?

Tonight Nick asked me to come to the club with them because Nick really wanted to dance. Weird ass request but I agreed…it’s dancing with Nick I had to go

I had gone to the triplets house while they were all getting ready. I let myself in, and walked to Nicks room where Matt and Chris were also at

“Hiii” I said walking in

“Ughhhh” Chris said groaning and throwing his head back

“Shut the fuck up” I said throwing my purse at him

“Why are you always tagging along” he said

“In case you didn’t know Nick invited me first, and then I presumed you were being an ass eater and had to come too” I said giving him a bitchy smile

“Whatever” he said rolling his eyes

“Exactly” I said laughing at him

“Mattttt you look so cute” I said looking at his outfit

“Thank youuu” he said smiling at me

“And me?” Chris asked

“Who gives a fuck about you” I said giving him a dirty look

“Y/N what color shirt?” Nick asked me holding up two shirts a purple one and a green one

“Purple all the way” I said to him

“Great minds think alike” he said nodding at me, and walked to the bathroom to put the shirt on

“Y/N thinking? Who would’ve thought” Chris said scoffing

“You’re lucky you’re nicks brother because if not I would’ve laid your ass out by now” I said looking at him

“Guys no fighting” Matt said

“Yeah sure…” Chris said scoffing

“You don’t know my past, I beat up guys like you” I said looking at him

“Whole lot of yapping shut it” Chris said kicking my back

“You fucking dick that hurt” I said reaching back and pinching his leg

“Ow you bitch” he said pulling his leg away

“Enough fighting for once holy shit” Nick said coming out of the bathroom

“Tell your dog of a brother to chill out before I clock his shit” I said to Nick

“Chris be nice for once” Nick said looking at him

“I’ll try, but I can’t make no promises” he said smiling

We had all piled into their car, and headed downtown to the clubs. When we arrived we walked to the one that looked the safest for Nick and I.

We headed in and found a table to sit at in the back. We ordered some drinks, and once we drank them Nick and I went up to the dance floor to dance

We were dancing to Pour it Up by Rihanna singing and dancing on each other.

“THROW IT THROW IT UP WATCH IT FALL OUT” we screamed as we danced

Once the song ended we headed back to the table

“Fuck I love dancing” I said sitting down and drinking my water

“Me fucking too” Nick said catching his breath

All of a sudden Bottoms Up started playing

“FUCKKKK THIS IS MY SHIT” Nick and I screamed

We had gotten up and danced to the song for like two minutes before needing another break.

We sat back down, and was bopping to the song

Right as it got to Nicki’s part Nick started recording, and turned the camera on me, so I started rapping

“I’m with a bad bitch, he’s with his friends” I said pointing over to Chris, and Nick recorded it

“I don’t say hi, I say keys to the Benz” I said sticking my hand out at Chris

Nick started recording Chris and Matt and himself, and then flipped it back to me

“YELLIN all around the world, do you hear me? DO YOU LIKE MY BODY? ANNA NICKI” I said rubbing my hands all over my body

Nick finished recording and posted it to his instagram story, and by this point Rude Boy by Rihanna started playing

“WE HAVE TO DANCE” I said to Nick

“I’m sooo tired I’ll get the next one” he said fanning himself

“Chris?” I asked him randomly, he looked at me before nodding, and following me to the dance floor

I started singing to him

“Come here rude boy, boy, can you get it up?” While swaying my hips

He pulled me in whispering in my ear

“Be careful how you sing at me” he said

“Don’t flatter yourself rude boy” I said winking at him

I went to walk away, but he pulled me back slamming my back against his

“You want to dance, so fucking dance” he said sternly sending a shiver down my spine. I wonder if this was the three drinks I had making me feel this way

He held me by stomach against him while I grinded up against him, and he followed his hips with mine

I spun around swaying my hips and dragging my hands down his body as I went lower, and then came back up swaying my hips while looking into his eyes

“You’re sexy as fuck when you do that” he said leaning in

“I must be mistaken, is Chris Sturniolo being nice to me?” I said turning around and grinding against him again

“Don’t push your luck baby” he said gripping my waist

I continued to sway my hips against hip, and let my head fall back onto his shoulder

I looked over at him, and he was looking at me already

“Kiss me I know you want to” I said with a smirk

Suddenly Chris lips crashed to mine, and we began to have a heated make out session as he ran his hands up and down my body as we danced

Soon we pulled away, and I looked at him before walking off the dance floor and heading back to the table

“What the fuck was that?” Matt asked shocked

“I have no fucking idea” I said closing my eyes and shaking my head

“Still hate me?” Chris said walking up from behind me

“Shut up…you got lucky” I said looking at him

“I’m going to the bathroom” I said walking away

I got to the bathroom, and there was only two girls ahead of me, it was a single stall

When it was my turn, as soon as I got in and locked the door I heard banging on the door. I unlocked it and opened it seeing Chris

“What the fuck?” I said, and before I could react Chris shoved his way into the bathroom locking the door behind him

“You hate me so much just fuck me already” he said walking over to me

“Why would I fuck you?” I said rolling my eyes

“You don’t look at me, touch me and kiss me like that and think it’s fine” he said

“Come on then Chris I can take you” I said smirking at him

He ran up to me crashing our lips together, and slamming me against the wall with a thud

We began to make out sloppy, my hands raking through his hair and him grabbing my body harshly with want and need

“Getting handsy are we?” I said pulling away

“Stop being a tease already” he said rolling his eyes

“Where’s the fun in that” I said

“Fuck I hate you so much” he said biting his lip and smashing his lips to mine again

Going down to my neck leaving sloppy wet kisses

“Fuck Chris” I moaned out throwing my head back against the wall

“We have to be quick” he said coming back up to look at me

“Yeah okay” I said in bliss

Chris hiked my dress up, and unbuckled his belt sliding his pants and boxers down enough for his dick to spring out

“Such a slut, letting me fuck you in here” he said slipping his hand into my underwear rubbing my clit

“Fuck Chris” I moaned out looking into his eyes

“Just fuck me already, I hate you I don’t want this to go on longer than it needs to” I said through gritted teeth

“You might hate me, but you’ll love this dick” he said smirking at me

“Arrogant fuck” I said

“Annoying bitch” he said back

He lifted up my right leg, bring his dick to my entrance and slowly inserting himself into me

“Shiitttt” I moaned out wrapping my hands around his neck

He lifted both my legs up completely holding me up against the wall by fucking into me

“Mmm for someone who hates me so much you sure are taking my dick well” he said moaning out

“Just because I hate you doesn’t mean you’re not hot” I said moaning and licking my lips

“Oh she thinks I’m hot” he said

“If you weren’t balls deep in me right now I would’ve smacked the shit out of you” I moaned out throwing my head back

“Play nice baby” he said thrusting into me faster and harder

“Fuckkk Chris this feels so good” I said

“You feel so good around me baby” he moaned out

Chris was thrusting into me at an ungodly pace, and I hope no one was outside waiting for this bathroom

“All it takes was for my dick to be in you to get you to play nice” he said cockily

“You’re lucky your dick game is strong because I hate you so fucking much right now” I said

“The feelings mutual babe, nothing new here” he said huffing out

“Shut the fuck up” I said

“You’re so annoying” he said back

Chris started to pound into me even harder causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head, and my mouth to fall slack

“I’m going to cum holy shit” I moaned out letting my head fall forward

“Yeah baby cum on my cock. I know it’s all you’ve ever wanted” he said with a cocky grin

“Don’t boost your ego” I panted out

He kept pounding into me, and I started to clench down on him. My toes pointing in my shoes and my thighs beginning to shake

“FUCKKKK IM CUMMINGGG” I screamed out allowing my thighs to shake, and my pussy to clench around Chris cock

I was coming down from my high, my eyes still shut, my mouth still open and my breathing heavy.

Chris pulled out and helped me down on the ground. Pumping his cock in his hand, and suddenly he came into his hand his lower abdomen constricting and his brows furrowing as his mouth fell slack

“Fuck Y/N” he said fucked out

I had fixed my underwear and slid my dress back down

“I still fucking hate you” I said looking in the mirror and fixing myself up

“I fucking hate you too don’t worry” he said pulling his pants up with his other hand, and coming over to wash his hands

“Friends with benefits?” I asked him

“Only if we’re only fucking each other” he said drying his hands

“Ohhh territorial?” I asked him

“You’re mine” he said

“I thought you hated me?” I asked

“Oh I do, don't get it twisted” he said fixing his belt

“Mmm sounds like you have a crush” I said fixing my makeup

“Do not” he said rolling his eyes

“It’s okay Chris I have a crush too” I said winking at him

“I don’t like you” he said rolling his eyes at me

“Yeah keep telling yourself that….” i said getting ready to leave the bathroom

I had unlocked the door, and shockingly nobody was waiting. I walked out, and Chris followed after. Coming up behind me grabbing my hand and interlocking our fingers

“Mmmm but no crush?” I asked him

“Don’t push it” he said giving me a stern look

We got back to the table and Nick and Matt were looking at us with smirks on their face

“Hope yall fucked the hate out” Matt said

“Mmm fucked, but the hates still there” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Yall are absolute dogs” Nick said laughing

“What can I say” Chris said shrugging his shoulders

We had decided to head out, and head home. For someone who hates me Chris sure did enjoy having me staying in his room that night…..

The End

Alright guys I hope you enjoyed this one because I sure did……am I becoming a Chris girl??? LMAOO HELL NAH I KNOW WHERE HOME IS I LOVE YOU MATT🧎🏽‍♀️🖤

-J💅🏽

[remurei]

tired sunday *chews your shoes*

i physically can't imagine this man being relaxed or in peace when everyone expects so much from him since he was a little kid. so, he would appreciate his darling for the smallest thing they did for him. a massage for his sore muscles? a simple cup of tea placed on his table? heck, even talking with him about his day. your fingers caressing his scalp and your other hand rests on his back. he will feel like all his problems are nonexistent in these moments with you. you two don't even need to talk for hours. just give him affection after a long day, and you will have the tired angel in your arms. turning into a puddle in your inviting embrace *explodes*

yapping finished i will climb to the ceiling again 😋

[chalametluvrz]

jealousy looks good on you pt1

steve harrington x afab!reader

tags gender neutral pronouns. dormmate!steve. cocky!steve. boarderline fuckboy!steve. jealous reader. stubborn reader. very subtle mentions of sex. mentions of arguments. reader is in denial about their feelings. steve is pretty smug. teasing. angsty if you could even count it as that. tbh there's not much to tag lol.

note the entire piece is completely gender neutral, i only tagged it as afab just incase i do a part 2 with smut <33 so lmk if u’d be down for a part 2!!!

wc 1.1k

you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy living with steve; yeah, sure he was loud, he was annoying and you found yourself cleaning up after him on a regular basis, but he was a decent dormmate.

honestly, you were filled with anxiety when you first got told you'd be co-existing with steve-fucking-harrington for your first year of college. your entire high school career, he'd been the popular kid, extremely unaware of how he actually treated every other 'normal' person who just wanted to speed through their schooling years with good grades and then completely disappear from that shit-hole of a town.

but it turns out, he's not the super cool kid everyone jacked him up to be. if anything, he was a moron, a big clutz that could yap for hours on end if you let him.

but like i'd previously said; he was annoying. he was a pain in the ass a lot of the time. noisy at stupid hours in the morning. constantly distracting you when you're trying to study. loud conversations with whichever one-week girlfriend he had. always bickering with you over simple things like what's on the tv, whose chocolate is that in the fridge or how long each of you takes in the bathroom.

yet, amongst all that, there was still room in your heart to have a tiny little crush on him. which when you thought about it, was ridiculous, because you wouldn't even consider each other friends.

however, last night, you had a kind of big argument. it all started when you were trying to study and he was doing nothing but get on your nerves, purposefully trying to distract you all night, despite your constant pleading for him to stop because you had a big test coming up and you didn't want to fail.

somehow it led to him saying you were boring and stubborn, that all your studying is never going to guarantee you a ticket out of hawkin's after you graduate. and even after all that, he still managed to slip in that you have nothing going for you but your 'mediocre' intelligence and that's why you have never had many friends your entire life. which hurt. it hurt a lot.

big jerk, high school steve had suddenly made an appearance back in the room.

and to which, you responded by saying that it's not your fault he doesn't care about his academic achievements and that he'll be stuck in a dead-end job being a disappointment his entire life because all he cares about is getting his dick wet, and nothing else. which hurt him equally as much as he hurt you.

you hadn't spoken since, and just like steve had said; you're stubborn; so you didn't really plan to. thankfully, steve had early lessons today, whereas you had late ones so your paths had yet to meet. but you'd be lying if you said you weren't anxious about going back home after your 7pm lecture finished.

eventually that time arrived, and you were unlocking your front door, praying to whoever was up there in the clouds that steve was in his room so you could slip in and lock yourself away for the night.

little did you know, since he knew you were gonna have late lessons, he invited over a girl he'd been speaking to for.. what was it? literally less than a day.. to do 'certain' fun activities with. and steve thought this said girl would be able to slip out before you even arrived home, so you can imagine the shock on his face when he saw you standing in the doorway as he was kissing this girl goodbye.

you scoff a little at the sight. he was completely proving the point you made last night. he doesn't care about anything but getting his dick wet by every girl he speaks to.

"i.. um. i'll see you later, steve," the girl mumbled, hurrying out of the door because even an idiot could sense the tension between the both of you.

you roll your eyes a little before placing your bag and laptop on the kitchen island. not even speaking as you strolled past him.

"so what.. you're just not going to speak to me?" he asks, running one of his hands through his messy hair. and to that, you didn't respond. "y/n. seriously," steve continues, his voice showing a slight hint of aggression.

"yes, actually. i'm not going to speak to you," you reply bluntly, not even bothering to look up at him. you could feel some brewing in your stomach, like something was churning inside but you just didn't know what it was. all you knew was that it made you feel so anxious you wanted to throw up. it was obviously jealousy but you just couldn't bring yourself to admit it.

"you're speaking to me right now," steve smirks, cockily, knowing exactly how to get under your skin. you just glare at him and say nothing. "come on.. this can't be about our bickering last night?" he says, slightly astonished you were still holding that against him "you know i didn't mean it."

"well, maybe i did," you snap a little, gesturing towards the door and the girl that had just left.

steve chuckled a little at your words and rolled his eyes. "are you talking about her?" he asked, unable to contain his amusement towards the situation. "i.." steve started up, but then stopped the second he realised. were you.. jealous?

it caused him to smirk a little. you were jealous and that's why you were so worked up, and that's why you were so annoyed by him getting his 'dick wet' all the time.. because you were jealous but you were too caught up standing on your high horse to even allow yourself to believe that was true.

who would have guessed it, little y/n, the person who spends all day studying and worrying about their grades fancied steve. mr sleeps around and doesn't care about his grades. steve honestly found it all so funny, so much that he couldn't hold in a little laugh.

"what's so funny?" you say, getting defensive and his sudden burst of laughter.

"oh.. it's nothing," steve replies, deflecting your question.

"no. whats funny?"

"honestly, it's nothing, darling," he smirks, feeling progressively more pleased with himself as he saw your cheeks flush a little at the pet name. 'gotcha' he thought to himself. "don't you worry, i haven't got eyes for her," steve teases, his voice dripping with arrogance that made you want to smack the smug look off his face.

"and um.. y/n," steve says, turning to face you for just a moment. "jealousy looks so.. so good on you," he smirked, giving you a little wink before walking back into his room. leaving you dumbfounded and embarrassed that he was even able to notice.

[rodolfoparras]

Sorry other anon but logan woukd NOT share

Jean and scott? Sure! But reader??? Helllllll no only HE gets to see readers cock

Speaking of.... (cw for wolverines masochism and sexual burning and crazy jealousy and mean reader im gonna yap)

Imagine reader with good dick... like better than Logan's ever felt; size doesnt matter (even if you're big) because somehow you can fuck him perfectly and know what he wants before he even asks.

Overstimulation is tricky because his regeneration gives him insane stamina, so you dont do things over and over but all at once. Vibe ring on his cock, fingering him without lube (the burn is something he can ground himself on) and aiming right for his prostate, and simultaneously digging your other hand's nails on his thigh or chest.

He'd never been taken apart so thoroughly, and he loved whining out your name, telling you he was your boy, being your placid fucktoy before he came all over the sheets.

So imagine how he felt when you suggested letting someone else in to join. He'd feel like shit if he turned it down without trying after you'd explored all the weird kinks he'd found he'd liked after 200 years, so he swallowed the bile in his throat and agreed.

The new guy was... pretty, to say the least. It's like he was everything Logan wasn't. Scrawny, young, and spry. He remembered meeting him before, probably an acquaintance of yours. The thought bothered him that the new guy would see you undressed, but Logan found comfort assuming that you'd probably let the new guy watch first and then he'd take whatever Logan wasn't using.

Logan felt his eye twitch as he heard the new guy request to ride. No. That was Logan's spot, damnit, and he wouldn't let some random kid take away from what he wanted. He bit his tongue, drew blood and swallowed, then retracted and sheathed his claws so the pain would yet again ground him. He watched in discontent as you slid your expert fingers in and out of the other guy's asshole, and once the guy moaned out your name the way only Logan should be able to, he snapped.

Logan ripped the guy off of you and tossed him to the ground, throwing the clothes down beside him.

"I'm not getting cucked. Not now, not ever. Nobody else is gonna see your cock but me," he growled, enunciating by grinding down on you. Suffice to say, you were pissed. The guy was bleeding, Logan's claws nicked him on the way down, all because Logan didn't speak up until you were prepping.

You scoffed and tossed Logan off, showing the poor kid to the door and turning back to Logan.

"Unacceptable shit. You should have said no in the first place, or said no when he asked to ride, or said no when I asked if you wanted it," you snapped. Logan felt his anger fade to guilt—you were right, yeah. Many opportunities to quit.

You lit a cigarette and puffed angrily, ignoring the sad puppy dog eyes he sported. You slumped on the couch and once Logan sat beside you, you finally noticed what he was asking. His wrist was outstretched to you, inviting a burn that he'd almost expected never to come. You chewed on your cheek. He was apologizing.

"Open," you finally said. Logan hurried, opening his mouth eagerly to accept the 'punishment' (it wasn't really, since nothing got him hornier than you being mean) and a moan left his throat when you pulled on his tongue to stretch it out.

Right in the middle, you stamped your quarter-smoked cigarette out on his tongue and followed it with spitting right into his mouth to hear the sizzle of the burning flesh. It healed quickly, so you lit your lighter and heated up the metal around the flame, then pressed it into his wrist, searing the flesh. He brought his blistering wrist to your lips in an invite to lick it, which you obliged before his body could fix the wound.

Logan laughed giddily. Nobody else could see this. Nobody else could feel this. Nobody but him.

-wolverine pussyfucker (the one who brought up jealous logan)

AND WHY DO YOU GUYS LEAVE MASTERPIECES LIKE RHESE IN MY INBOC WHERE IS THE FULL FIC WHY ARENT YOU POSTING THIS THIS IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL SUGAR BEE THE AMOUNT OF TIME I REREAD THIS IS EMBARRASSING

I absolutely love a jealous Logan idc if it’s canon or not something about that grumpy bastard being incredibly possessive on the inside makes my cock hard especially him realizing it in the middle of a threesome? Oh Jesus Christ want to comfort and punish him at the same time head spinning need to lay down🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️

[y3nze1]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍 | c.2

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: I / II / III / IV / V / VI

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Mentions of Blood and Knife, Happy Readings!

"And a song you shall have, Miss Daisy." He spoke sweetly, his voice warm and inviting. He chose a song for her, a love song that was sure to melt her heart. The melody was soft and sweet, and the lyrics were nothing short of poetry. As he played the song, he imagined her listening to it, her eyes closed as she floated away on a sea of emotion. He watched from his window as the moon shimmered in the sky, and he knew that it was going to be a night to remember.

As Alastor began playing the song on the radio, he felt as if his heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn't help but wonder what Miss Daisy looked like, what her life was like. He found himself thinking about her constantly, her voice and her kindness stuck in his mind.

Every time she called in with a request, his heart fluttered at the sound of her voice. And each time she asked for a love song, his feelings for her only grew stronger.

Weeks of regular requests from Miss Daisy. It only sparked his curiosity with how devoted she is to listening to his radio show, over and over again.

One night, as he was winding down the show, Alastor received a special request from Miss Daisy, a popular love song at that time. He couldn't believe it. Miss Daisy always had the best taste in music, and this song was no exception.

"This is perfect," Alastor said over the airwaves. "I can't wait to play it for you, Miss Daisy."

As he played the song, his heart raced with excitement. He was sure that Miss Daisy would love it, and he couldn't wait to hear her reaction.

When the song ended, he waited anxiously for Miss Daisy to call back.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Miss Daisy called back. Her voice was soft and nice, and Alastor could feel the gratitude and appreciation in her words.

"That song was incredible, Alastor," Miss Daisy said. "Thank you so much for playing it."

Alastor felt a rush of gratification. He was so glad that he could bring Miss Daisy this much joy and happiness through his music.

As for you, your fingers fiddled through the radio, turning it off, you stared out onto the night's sky. walking to the open balcony, watching the bustling city and it's different shaded light. some dim. some absolutely shining. you huffed to yourself.

With all of a sudden, The phone rang. ultimately, you picked it up. with Loralie on the other line, you were filled with glee as she gladly muttered out your name.

"Y/n, Darlin.. We're gonna be home tomorrow by 9, could you prepare the breakfast for me n' lewis, sugarplum?" she exclaimed. the sounds of bags and object clangs emitted in the background. you hummed in response, taking responsibility for making the breakfast by the time they came home. "Thank you darlin, take care okay? you yap all about your week when we come home, alright, okay.. tata moonpie~" with that, she dropped the call. you sighed, contented of finally not being alone.

You were content as the sounds of Loralie's voice faded away. You had been feeling a little bit alone lately, and her call had brought you a sense of comfort and connection. Finally, you laid in bed, drifting off to sleep.

The next day went by, the sunlight slowly creeping the room, You began to prepare breakfast for her and her boyfriend, You wanted to make them something special, something that would make them feel welcomed and appreciated.

You spent the next few minutes preparing everything, getting the ingredients for the breakfast that you knew they loved the most. You cooked up some scrambled eggs, fried some bacon, and toasted some bread. You even whipped up a batch of pancakes from scratch.

When everything is ready, you put the food on a plate and set it on the table. You sat down on the couch and waited nervously for them to arrive.

Finally, the sound of keys jangling in the door echoed through the apartment. Lorilie and her boyfriend walked in, both looking weary from a long day of traveling. "Y/n, Darling, i missed ya! utterly missed ya.." she pulled you into a tight hug, setting down her headdress onto the sofa. along with the bags. she glanced over the breakfast filled table, pulling Lewis, Her boyfriend over.

"Make sure you both eat a lot.." you muttered seating on the opposite side of the two. taking a munch of the pancakes, sighing in delight as you did. You felt a sense of accomplishment and happiness at having done something nice for someone else. For a few seconds of chewing, Lewis glanced over his wrist watch, eyes widening of the time.

"Loralie.. Y/n.. i-i'm afraid i need to get going" he frantically muttered, standing up from his seat, grabbing his coat while Loralie followed behind. "Lewis! you haven't finished breakfa-" she was cut off with a kiss he planted on her cheek before leaving. she sighed. watching him leave the place, Loralie hurriedly ran over to the balcony, calling out to him. "Lewis! make sure to call me when you get home!" she exclaimed, waving her hands as he left.

"Well, he seems busy.." you spoke up, calmly taking a bite of the food on your plate. Loralie then headed over to you, placing her chair beside you. as for the next few hours. she told all the wonderful things that went on during their vacation. "Well then we went for a joy ride, and good golly, that's all of it." she then turned to you, smiling. "What about you, Dear?, What did you do all week?"

You felt a sense of warmth and comfort as Loralie began to talk about her vacation. You listened intently, enjoying the sound of her voice as she described all of the beautiful places they had visited. You could tell that she was truly excited about the trip, and you were happy that she had a good time.

You thought for a moment before replying, "To be honest, I'm not sure what went by or happened.. This week was kind of a blur." You let out a small laugh, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I think I spent most of my time listening to the radio and reading books."

She paused for a moment. grinning. "Let me guess, you kept on requesting songs from Alastor.. did you? y/n? or should i say.. 'Miss Daisy'." she let out a chuckle. patting your back softly. "Well, i did, but it was for a good cause! I am a loyal listener. okay?" you happily spoke up. fiddling with the fork on your empty

You couldn't help but smile at Loralie's teasing comment. You knew that you were a loyal listener, but you didn't think that anyone else noticed. It was a little embarrassing, but also flattering that someone else had picked up on it.

"I just...I love his voice, and the way he plays his music. It makes me feel...calm, I guess." You shrugged, feeling a little silly for having such strong feelings about a radio host. Loralie laughed. "Well, there's nothing wrong with that, moonpie, well, I think it's rather sweet of you. I'm sure the guy appreciates having such a loyal listener like you." She gave you a comforting pat on the back before getting up to clear the table.

"Well, he has dozens of listeners too, and you know.. err" Loralie placed a finger on your lips. hushing you for a moment. "There's no room to be so humble, darlin" she laughed. grabbing the empty plates, placing it on the sink. patting her hands dry after.

The night went by as always, like a blur. Alastor sat there, With his blood stained hands, dripping down arms, onto his gleaming white fabric. His button up also stained with the red liquid. He hummed along the tune he played on the radio. Taking in the pleasure of his loneliness in the studio. The telephone rang, echoing across the room.

He placed the coated knife onto the table beside him. His hand reached the device, picking it up. bringing it up to his ear. he cooed, answering the call. "You have reached Alastor Altruist! From New Orleans, Louisiana, Welcome to my Broadcast.. and who might be on the other end of this pleasant call?"

The voice at the other end of the line was soft, almost hauntingly sweet. "Alastor, it's me again… Daisy." The caller's voice was familiar to Alastor, and he felt a twinge of excitement course through his veins. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.

"Daisy, it's always a pleasure to hear from you," Alastor said, keeping his voice calm and steady. "What can I do for you tonight?"

"Oh, just a request for a song," Daisy said, her voice like music to Alastor's ears. "I hope it's not too much trouble?"

"Of course not, darling. I'd be delighted to play any song you'd like," Alastor replied, his mind already racing with possibilities. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. "What song would you like to hear tonight?"

"I'd like the 'April Showers by Al Jolson'" she softly giggled. "April Showers," Alastor repeated, his voice smooth and clear. "That's a wonderful choice, Daisy. I'm sure our listeners will enjoy it just as much as I will." He paused for a moment before continuing. "I'll make sure to play it just for you, darling," he said, his voice filled with a hint of amusement.

With that, he finally played the song. grabbing a clean cloth to wipe the blood off of his arm. along with the once plastered on his face. After he dropped the call. he muttered.

"Keep calling me, Beautiful Stranger.."

[slutforben]

hey guysss hiiiiiii after two years heyyyyyyy

here are my headcanons for the slenderman Manor as an apology for being gone for so long woopsie daisy. this’ll have lots of stuff but not everything so maybe i’ll make another part who knowsss, this is things such as how to access the Manor, who lives there and visits, what the Manor has to offer, things like that. i yapped a lot so get comfy. 

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outside and around the manor

- first, i imagine the Manor being set in the pacific northwest, mainly somewhere around upper washington, although the location of the forest changes at slender’s will. the pacific northwest is known for it’s natural beauty and dense forests, and as someone who lives there, i’m biased in saying it’s the best part of the country. the Manor and the forest it resides in have their own magical cloak due to slenderman’s manipulation. the Manor’s forest resides in a bigger, normal forest that humans can access whenever, although this magicial cloak is very effecient at keeping them out.

- what seperates the Manor’s forest and whatever normal forest it resides in aren’t obvious boundaries to both humans and sometimes Pastas. to a human, the forest will seem highly uninviting; once crossing the boundary, the sky will turn much darker and the weather will be unpredictable, ranging from a cold, light sprinkle, to dangerous, violent, howling thunderstorms that can make thick trees crash down into your path. this weather won’t be seen from outside the boundary, only once you cross into the boundary. 

- the Manor and the surrounding forest are sort of in their own magical “ dome, “ protected by slenderman’s magic and manipulation. he can manipulate the nature in the forest, doing things like making pathways pop up out of nowhere to lead you farther from his home, or closer to it, depending on whatever you have to offer him. he can make trees crash down into your path, warning you to stay away, or draw the animals of the forest closer to you in an attempt to scare you back down the path. in desperate attempts, he can shift the physical properties of the forest, creating a trapping maze with winding pathways, thick, blinding fog, trees that didn’t seem there twenty minutes ago, or by carving a violent, crashing river crossing your path. if slenderman wants you out, he’ll make sure you get the message and get out. 

- if you’re someone who’s not supposed to be there, the forest will be incredibly uninviting and eerie. as you walk through the dark and dangerously cold weather, you won’t be able to ignore the feeling that you’re not alone; you won’t be able to ignore the feeling of shivers and goosebumps shooting up your body everytime you hear an unsettling whistle, or smell the smoke of a cigarette of another unseen inhabitant, or hear your name being whispered in the howling wind. the forest wants you out, and the entire time you’re looking for your exit, you won’t feel alone. 

- for Pastas, the forest is much more inviting and familiar. there will still be the shitty weather sometimes, but that’s just mother nature’s doing, not slenderman’s. the pathways will stay where they were, and the trees will have recognizable markers on them, leading the Pastas to where they need to go. the weather in the forest is usually weather that slender likes, which can either feel like a warm spring day, or a foggy, wet winter morning. slender likes to feel at home in his forest, but he knows that mother nature will do her own thing sometimes. the boundary is easily recognizable by the inhabitants of the Manor and regular visitors by smell; there will always be a cold, rainy smell the closer you get to the boundary, no matter how the weather is outside. they also have crossed it so many times going on missions and such, that they get pretty accustomed to the forest outside their own and can easily recognize when they’re nearing home.

- slenderman can also influence things such as day and night, what plants are growing, and how scary or welcoming he wants the forest to be, although he doesn’t mess with those things often, unless he’s feeling truly nostalgic about some time in history. he appreciates the natural beauty of the world and nature, and doesn’t see the pleasure in changing it. sometimes the weather can drastically change following his emotions, but that doesn’t happen too often, unless something like a majorly important mission is messed up, or the government picks up something new on slender’s existence. 

the manor’s architecture

- the Manor looks a lot like an english country house, although when being built, it took inspiration from all sorts of architecture styles, from those such as victorian, italian, and german architecture. when it was built and who built it is still unknown to most residents, and it’s unknown if even slender himself knows that answer. surrounding the Manor are spiked fences and a large gate, and on the surrounding property are communal things to do; there’s a community garden, and whoever wants a little plot, ranging from 4x4 to 16x16 can have one, there’s a flower garden, with benches to sit at and a range of flowers depending on the season, with a pond that lots of Pastas swim in during the summer, and there’s also old, worn down horse stables that have been there forever. tim likes to fix them up in his free time, but he doesn’t have much of that, so it’s an ongoing process. 

- the Manor has lots of useful rooms and attributes, things like an old library with books written by authors long forgotten, a large basement/cellar that’s used to keep victims and torture kidnapped government officials, police, and special forces members for information, a medical ward, where jack spends most of his time with his assistants, indoor and outdoor training grounds, a rundown shop used to store stolen vehicles, a large kitchen, multiple main rooms, an office near the top of the Manor for slender, and enough bedrooms to house a small army. 

- the library is one of slender’s favorite areas of the Manor. if he’s not in his office stressing over his Proxies and jeffery, he’s sitting in the library, reading journals from authors long forgotten, in a cozy grandpa chair with a cup of tea. not many Pastas go into the library, mostly out of fear of accidentally disturbing slender, but also because lots of them have better things to do, like launch cyber security attacks on the government. sometimes sally will join him, and together they’ll write stories and makeshift poetry and draw. slender cherishes those drawings. 

- the shop is where the Pastas store stolen or broken down vehicles, tools and parts, unclaimed extra weapons, and where those men can be boys and do stupidly dangerous teenage things, like light fireworks dangerously close flammable liquids, and put bricks onto car pedals and see just where those cars end up. tim and brian spend a lot of their time here, planning missions, mapping out nearby towns and cities, and planning their next move on whatever poor victim they have their eyes on. they’ll also mess around on cars with toby, jeffery, and natalie. ben will sometimes hang out, but that’s only to smoke outside with jeff in their free time. the floor of the shop is littered in cigarette butts, something slender isn’t exactly fond of, but lets go of anyway. they also store large stolen things here, like furniture they thought they’d have a place for, or cool shit they found in an abandoned building that they wanted to mess around with. the shop is near the worn down horse stables, down a path made of broken cement and gravel, framed with wild blackberry bushes that toby and ben like to snack from. 

- the medical ward is in a lower part of the Manor, but not as low as the basement is. jack spends a lot of time here, organzing medical tools, cleaning up after past checkups and procedures, and making sure the ward is stocked up enough to treat whatever wounds the Pastas stumble in with. he has a couple of assistants, victims that the Pastas have kidnapped and realized they had something to offer, and jack will send them out shopping to get supplies he needs, often with a Proxy to make sure they don’t run off. these assistants are usually young nursing students, and have their own knowledge on the majors they studied that helps jack a lot when he’s unsure about a topic. there’s lots of medical books, tapes, and things you’d find in a classroom, such as anatomy figurines and plastic toys of different organs. there’s also fridges to store… things… and beds that a wounded Pasta can rest in. 

- the basement is more underground than the medical ward is, and is a large, cement-walled dungeon with a small amount of prison cells, torture tables, and even more storage for weapons. it’s dimly lit and cold, and has an eerie, haunted feeling to it. the floors of the cells are worn and stained with blood, and pairs of shackles sit in waiting for the next unfortunate soul. the main users of the torturey parts of the basement are jeffery and tim, but everyone has used it atleast once, even sally. 

- the decoration in the Manor consists of marble headpieces who’s eyes may or may not follow you as you walk, old beautiful paintings that are probably the originals, fancy plants in fancy vases, soft red carpets, stained glass windows in the kitchen and halls, dark wooden staircases, oil lanterns on the walls, tapestries, antique mirrors, antique grandma decorations that slender loves, miniature greek and roman statues, historic appliances, and much more. think fancy, well upkept, and comfortable, but at the same time, starting to wear down and knocked off the walls too much, and that’s the kind of furniture in the Manor. 

who lives there

- in my headcanon, the Proxies each have their own room, and the Pastas that live there are jeffery, ben, natalie, dark link, glitchy red, lost silver, sally, x-virus, eyeless jack, laughing jack, kate the chaser, liu, and nina. jane visits, although she has an apartment she lives in. jack’s assistants also have their own rooms, just much smaller and farther away from the main Pasta’s rooms. 

- everyone who moves in gets the same size room, although the Proxies get significantly larger ones, to make up for more responsibility given to them, and space needed to plan out personal missions. everyone gets to decorate their rooms however they want, it just depends on them to get what they want. some ask ben to order things online for them, using an account that has so much money in it that the owner wouldn’t notice it missing, or taking the fun route and hauling a bunch of stolen stuff in the back of a truck and driving like maniacs into the night. slender doesn’t care how they get their stuff, as long as they don’t make themselves too obvious to society. the medical assistants all have the same stuff provided to them by slender, and often higher quality things too, as a thank you for choosing to stick around and help instead of having their life cut short. all the Pastas bedrooms are on the second floors of the manor, and the Proxies and slender’s are on the third floor. the medical assistants rooms are on the first floor. there’s also spare bedrooms for when other Pastas visit, and those are decorated with basic needs and comforts. 

the Manor in total has 24 bedrooms, 20 of those being used including the medical assistants, and 20 bathrooms in the Manor, 6 of those being on the second floor, and 3 being on the third floor. there’s one bathroom in slender’s office, a couple scattered throughout the library, 2 in the medical ward, and 4 in the general areas of downstairs. the second floor isn’t all bedrooms, there’s also a decently large living area for the Pastas to hangout in, and most of the storage is split between that floor and the third floor.

anyway that's what i got of the creepypasta traphouse if i think of more i'll make another part, i missed ya'll and i love ya'll and i have a lot of ideas to write so maybe i'll be back anyway peace out

[literatureloverx]

HIII>< Good day to you my dearest🤗🤗 Have you eaten? Drink? If not then please do! I know I said It might not be able to interact with you but like the weather is so bad in my country(there's like three storm rn), also some volcanic activities and some freaking illness going around rn😭😭 Whatever spiritual power there is hates my country cause what is this😭😭. Anywayyyy, I lost track again°>° well uh I just got suddenly curious on how, when, where fyodor and his darling got married. Like what was the process of it, the preparation, the people invited and such. I'm imagining it as somewhat very private event and very intimate (It's fyodor obv) Probably not a lot of people invited. It'll obviously be in a cathedral of sort with a priest and such. Ohh now I wonder how it'll work considering different cultures and religions (of darling). Like in my culture you can invite the whole village! Your distance cousin's friend might even be there😆 I'm kinda exaggerating but it does happen. Also the wedding clothes of darling and Fyodor! Ahhh I'm imagining Fyodor rn🥰🥰🥰

Also I'm really really sorry🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ for overwhelming you with my ask! Well that's the end of it! Ig??? I'm going to do my projects now... Thank you for listening to my yapping and being so kind! 🫵❤️❤️❤️Truly you are amazing. I hope you have/gotten a good day🙏

Sincerely —🧛🏻‍♀️🫀Anon

Good day, my love, 🧛🏻‍♀️🫀-anon! ♥️ I’m doing well and hope the same for you. Please take care—it sounds truly concerning. 🥺

Regarding your request, I must admit I never thought about it either, lmao. By the way, you can invite the whole village in my culture too—though I wouldn’t do that! 😭 Close family and friends are all I need. ♥️ I wrote some headcanons, I hope you enjoy reading them!♥️

Also, I’ve come up with pictures for my 🍷💝-anon who needs visualizations.

Fyodor x ideal type fem!darling, marriage, wedding, visualisation, religious themes etc.

Fyodor & his darling’s wedding

The process would be very thorough, with high security measures and many people involved in the preparations.

As Fyodor’s little princess and soon-to-be bride, you won’t experience any discomfort because of it.

There will be plenty of people handling the arrangements for you.

All you need to do is relax, choose your wedding gown, select your jewelry from the exquisite vintage pieces Fyodor orders from around the world, and provide your preferences for the cake flavors and the flowers.

You’ll only need to engage in the preparations that interest you—your fiancé ensures that you’re always comfortable with everything that’s happening.

I don’t see either of you inviting many people due to security measures, and honestly, Fyodor has no one to invite.

So, it will likely be just the two of you, your close family (such as your parents and siblings), and the priest along with the staff who will be serving you.

Since you’re marrying Fyodor, it will naturally be very intimate and private. We can’t expect much glamour or razzamatazz.

The vows would be exchanged in the cathedral, and later you’d move to a medieval-themed setting for the wedding celebration.

There, you’d enjoy a meal and your wedding cake. Perhaps you might even dance to your favorite waltz—who knows?

Considering different cultures and his ideal type, your darling, being introverted and easygoing, would likely embrace Fyodor’s vision of their wedding.

This means there might be no village invitations, which could seem a bit sad, but it’s all part of Fyodor’s unique way of doing things.

~

Those are elegantly feminine. Fyodor would certainly admire the lace, as it’s traditionally seen as a symbol of femininity—something he would appreciate for its delicate beauty and timeless charm.

Those gowns are fine, but they show the maximum amount of flesh permissible for a cathedral setting, especially when marrying a traditional, possessive man like Fyodor.

You’d definitely need a veil if you choose to wear such a wedding gown.

Fyodor could wear just about anything, but here are some classic groom outfits. I can definitely see him opting for the white one, as most of his clothing is white and he associates himself with the color.

However, the darker outfit could also suit him, especially considering the official picture of him in a fancy dark-colored tuxedo.

Cathedral of Christ the Saviour in Moscow

[saintsenara]

Lucius/ Bellatrix I feel like it would be one of those pureblood arranged marriages that should work but that would be a nightmarish disaster for everyone involved.

extremely true, anon. this would be a mess.

i always love the indication you get in canon that lucius and bellatrix absolutely loathe each other - especially during order of the phoenix, when lucius is having the worst day at work in recorded history trying to stop her kicking off and accidentally destroying the prophecy just because harry keeps being mean about her boyfriend. you just know that she wasn't even meant to be there - lucius is clearly the person in charge of the operation - but that she invited herself along just to ruin lucius' afternoon.

when dumbledore says in half-blood prince that he imagines lucius is glad to be in azkaban, it's because it's the first peace in six months he gets from bella yapping at him.

lucius clearly thinks that she's a shrieking harridan with no impulse control. she clearly thinks he's a weak-willed knob in a bad wig. the only way they would end up together is if their mothers both lied to each other's faces during the matchmaking process - all the stories mrs black told about bellatrix's prowess in the kitchen were about andromeda, all the things mrs malfoy said about lucius valuing stubbornness were from a raunchy novel she was reading - and their fathers physically drag them up the aisle. they're standing so far apart in the wedding photos that they look like long-lens paparazzi pics. lucius spent their entire honeymoon sweating in bed - after his new wife poisoned him.

their toxic vibe makes being a death eater torturous. the agenda may read assassination of the minister - concessions to werewolves - christmas party, but the meeting is derailed less than a minute in by lucius and bella screaming at each other about how if he brings another peacock home she's going to kick him to death. everybody else is sat around the table like:

even lord voldemort - canonically not a man who believes that husbands should be able to walk out on their wives - is recommending a divorce.

[maxlarens]

ok ok ok this is insane but bear with me !! do you remember the landoscar x driver!reader drabble/ficlet I did for your birthday? of course you do but do you remember me yapping in the gc about that soulmate enemies to lovers with max???

well here's a concept for you: friends to lovers landoscar with enemies to lovers oscar x driver!reader and friends to lovers lando x driver! reader (that was a lot to type out holy shit) maybe with the soulmate element thrown in too because I can never do anything simple

VIV!! enemies to lovers oscar mixed with friends to lovers lando OH WOWOW YES!!! yes i yapped thats why this took so long

i think the obvious thing is to do that in reverse but i really quite like it this way. ugh ok so lando who you've been friends with through karting. and then you get into F1 at around the same time as him. and you end up leaning on each other through your rookie years and become super close. would be fun if she had a short stint in mclaren with him too and people obvs loved their dynamic together🥺 and i think reader very much feels like its her and lando against the world people who say they're untalented if u know what i'm saying there.

and then 2023 hits and a certain someone joins mclaren. and idk maybe slightly AU driver!reader is in a midfield team that year (aston martin? ...unfortunately i think a landoscar specific driver!reader is forming here. why do i do this.) and maybe feels a little threatened by oscar. maybe she was trying to get that seat. and then lando and osc start to get closer and closer and reader feels like she's not landos like only Main Friend anymore. and okay maybe a bit of jealousy thrown in there too but she's not about to admit that.

and she develops a bit of a track rivalry with oscar. doesn't like to give anything up to him. would rather see them crash and burn before she lets him overtake. (carcar?😅) and maybe she's not so overt about it off track, but probably isn't super friendly to him maybe tries to exclude him😭 and oscar is oscar and just brushes it off. and thinks okay if she doesn't like me so what, it doesn't change anything. even though lando is probably whingey about it and tells osc and reader to be nicer to each other. i think that continues for the 2023 season.

maybe 2024 she gets a better seat. merc? ferrari even? which eliminates her jealousy around oscar having a better car than her (which idk was mclaren doing better than aston martin in 2023? lets say they were in this world😭). which makes it easier for her to be around him and not be pissed LMAO. which opens her up to his personality and general cuteness. and he starts to grow on her and she eventually starts inviting him/including him in readerlando shenanigans. which soon turn into readerlandoscar shenanigans🥺 love oscar needling his way in there with no effort of his own, literally just his charm and patience has her swooning eventually.

i imagine lando and reader are more extroverted personalities. they're club rats, they're chaotic, they're messy and oscar balances them both out. someone to come home to, someone to coax out of their shell🥺

and re: soulmate au which i didn't touch on. i love like. a soulmate au where ur soulmate isn't necessarily romantic, like maybe the baseline in society is to assume its platonic? anyway. so she finds out so early on that her and lando are soulmates. when they're kids so it never occurs to either of them that it might be romantic (even though it eventually IS). and then the situation develops as above lol, resenting/disliking oscar and all. and in the THICK OF IT, she must find out that oscar is also her soulmate. and must hate him more because of it. ugh idk all of them being soulmates is so cute and finding out at different stages, or not telling each other, or being confused when they all have two soulmates because while it happens, it's not super common or talked about.

[walmartbrandwhatever]

continuing on with the pony died au imagine what happens with cherry. (some don't care about her, but i do!) I might turn this into a oneshot later, but heres me yapping bc the qpr server has me going crazy about Pony dying at the fountain au rn.

imagine that night cherry is in her room still trying to process her breakup with bob and trying to block out the smell of alcohol and the running water coming from the locked bathroom. she stuck laying in her bed just blankly at her ceiling tossing and turning when she hears a knock on her window. confused she pushes herself up and off her bed and grabbed the nearest object she cpuld find and pushed back her curtains to reveal her now ex boyfriend.

confused, she’s opens her window to a distressed bob who is rambling on about something, but it's inconceivable. shushing him quickly, she helps him into her room and closes the window behind him. she glances towards the door and prays her father doesn't walk in. not when he's drunk. sitting bob down on her bed, she tries to get him to tell her what happened. even though she had ended things, she still loves him, and she can't find it in herself to turn him away when he's in a state his in.

in the light she can now see the blood stained clothes and knuckles which makes her heart sink. another fight and part of her deep down wonders if it was ponyboy's blood. she can't being herself to sit down next to him so she just stands infront of him with her arms crossed. he goes on to describe the events that just took place and her heart is pounding in her ears. never once did she think bob would actually kill someone. she takes a few steps away from him as he stands up and steps towards her for any kind of comfort. this was not the man she had fallen in love with. this man- no this boy isn't bob Sheldon who would hold her as she cried over her parents. this wasn't bob Sheldon who would show her the truest bits of himself. this was the boy who drunk himself to sleep and got all his anger off on boys that didn't even look his way.

she tells him to leave even though it breaks her heart. she still loves Bob Sheldon but not this boy in front of her. not anymore.

his pleads eventually stop and he leaves her standing alone in her cold room that they had once found comfort I'm eachother. his arms no longer warm just cold and covered by the blood of a kid who wanted nothing more then to run off and watch sunsets. of a boy who just wanted the love from his brother who couldn't seem to catch a break. and she just wanted to curl up and cry.

ponyboy curtis was a boy who had come In to her life for a day and completely changed it. had showed her a side of the world she had been completely obvious to. part of her feels guilty because she had been the one to invite him and Johnny to sit next to her. she had been the one who had pissed bob off. she should have just gone with bob...

the next few days she was in and out of questioning. she answers truthfully but she knows the cops have never cared for the Eastside and she knows it's a losing battle. a unfair battle lost. she tries to work up the courage to say something to ponyboys family but she doesn't because they are going through it enough and she doesn't think she could stand to see their broken faces so she doesn't.

she instead spends her time at the hospital volunteering and avoiding the faces of ponyboys friends nonexistent in her life until one day her car runs outta gas and the only place she can fill it is at the dx. she had been mindlessly moving through her days. marcia has tried to get her to open up but the star cheerleader just stays closed. bobs hopeless looks to her at school didn't help her guilt and anger.

marcia had asked her to join her to train for the upcoming rodeo and she had missed barrel racing so she was quick to agree plus she need a distraction from the world which seemed to have different plans for her. coming face to face with one ponyboys older brother, sodapop had tossed her world around.

she has know him for years yet they had been so far from each other. seeing the boy who had been so quick to talk to her when they were younger turn into a boy who looked on the brink of death had completely thrown her off. could this be the same boy who couldn't stop giving her stupid letters as a kid. the same letters she kept hidden in her closet which held the forgotten what ifs that she had thought about before bob. before life had gotten so complicated.

his blue eyes that she had once been so excited to see as a kid no longer comforting now that they were older. she had truly fought with herself to forget the past but the constant comfort those thoughts of being ale to live without having to truly think about staus was nice.

pushing past her fear she walked towards the counter where he was standing behind she gave a quick hello which wasn't met with a response. she quickly pays for her gas and the small snack she had picked out but stops when she hears soda speak.

"you're his girlfriend right? Bob Sheldon."

his voice no longer something that brighten the room just cold and harsh. she turns to meet his eyes and all she can see is the anger and pain he must be feeling. she can't find herself to blame him for that. she can feel her heart swell and pound.

"not...anymore. I had broken up with him that night at the drive-in"

she could see him process her words then just deflate. he simply gave her a soft 'oh' before taking his eyes off of her. he looks so tired and she wanted nothing more then to give any comfort towards him but she doesn't know him. she never did but she wished she could've gotten to know the boy pony had raved about that night.

she leaves without another word but doesn't leave without once last look to the shell of the boy she had once knew. she doesn't see him for years after that, nor the boy that had been with ponyboy that night and she wonders if that's more blood on bobs hands but she doesn't know because she leaves the first chance she gets because she can't stand the town where everything had gone so wrong.

cherry valance, a girl who couldn't deal with the pain caused from a boy she hadn't been able to know.

[tiyoin]

Taking a step back from twisted singer reader (I'll be back). I really want to expand/give origins ideas to the group chat(s?). Like how reader got the phone, how they got added and other things. Btw love who added that

With that said I'm starting a new agenda: ✨Grandfather Mozus Trein :D✨ Everyone knows that Crowley is *cough* neglectful & irresponsible *cough* always there for his students and never once put himself first 🤠. I feel like reader low-key reminds Trein of Anastasia (red hair) ya know? Maybe it's how reader plays with their hair when they start getting bored or the doodles on the written exams. All these little habits they share. Just an old man missing his family.

Someone has to be a responsible adult for reader and who else is better then a father with so much wisdom. He knows Yuu has a way of communicating and protecting himself so he isn't as concerned ,but poor reader can't do that to save their life :(

So I can see Trein giving them(mostly reader) a phone (B4 book 4). It's nothing new or special; it has an old blue case with a fading pattern and skuffs. The best part about it is Trein paying the bill. The wallpaper is changed to Grimm napping tho

It's kinda an unspoken rule that reader keeps it for the most part. With Yuu and all the things he tends to get into it would last a week if he was lucky.

More then likely the only numbers in the phone are Aduce/ maybe the other first years and Trein ,but I don't really see any of them be texters tbh. So not much coming in. Maybe a few homework questions??

As for apps a see maybe 2-ish games 👁️👄➖

Over all, it's just a classic antisocial person's phone. Until Cater finds out. Next time Yuu has the phone Carter tells him what should be added and how to #sign up for them. And Yuu being the person he is asks "Cater how do I help my introvert make friends?" Cater being the #helpful upperclassmen is he downloads the app and sends the invite.

The app they use is probably the twst discord. I think that's the only social idia has/honestly uses Some of them has like a cover for the icon. Like no one can know they use that app for whatever reason.

Everyone besides reader kinda knows what account belongs to which person. To add a bit of anonymous(ness?). Cuz no way would reader give her honest opinion about Rook or someone else if she knew that they themselves/close friends are in the chat.

Imagine if one of the guys that reader doesn't get along with ends up being one of reader's close/safe online friend. Like idk if you know who Aphmau is but she has a Minecraft roleplay PDH (don't judge me plss) where Aph and Aaron don't like each other irl but are really close online friends.

I'm sorry if my asks tend to be all over the place. I get sided tracked a lot and end up spacing out every 10 works. This was written between 3-5ish am. Also 👉👈 I think the reason we're on the same brain wave is cuz we're air signs.

Also thank you for liking/replying to my ask/yapping ☺️ it's means a lot to me

I've been waiting to get a Mac charger just to answer this ask🤭

GRANDFATHER TREIN IS SOMETHING I DID NOT KNOW I NEEDED BUT GLAD I GOT

because we always see crewel v crowley for custody over yuu.

but I defiantly agree with you that trein would see one of his daughters; especially anastasia in reader. whether it's by a few habits they both share, or how they're sometimes second fiddle to their more out going companion. but trein can see reader's life falling into shambles the more they're in twisted wonderland, the more they're isolated, and it kills him as both a father and educator.

and believe it or not, he cares about his students. they may not think so and curse him in the hallways, but they'll be thanking him in years to come, they always do (he prides himself in that, and the line of students he has at reunions telling him they're the best teacher they ever had.)

so maybe he pulls reader aside after class, ofc he can tell how tense they are, how nervous they are... especially by how intense their eye contact is, a little creepy but trein understands. he tells them to sit down in a chair he magically spawned as he flicks his head at lucien. who is all too glad to use you as a chair. he can see reader visibly relax as they're testing the water's with the temperamental feline, but trein starts talking.

he wants to help them, as he wouldn't be doing his job as an educator if he just stood by and watched you struggle. how he would have failed the pledge he made to crowley and himself if he let one os his students fall under the radar in favor for his smarter ones.

yes that should sting but it's the truth, and to no fault of your own. you obviously had... less than stupor teaching before this, and you have to catch up on a decades worth of stuff due to your... situation. and he is willing to help you during both lunch hours and free period. he also recommends student tutors for this and is willing to work out some kind of deal between you and the tutors. he wants to see you succeed. not just to prove he can turn a pumpkin into a carriage, but because you deserve it.

maybe you're not so much like his biological daughter, but like his step daughter. the one with a soul of diamond but a heart of glass. and if reader ever needs someone trustworthy (and he emphasizes this) that isn't actively split-dying their hair in their thirties or prances around with a bird mask then he is always open.

no matter how burdenous they feel relying on him, or if they think the matters are silly. he will tell it to them straight. he also suggests talking to cater diamond of heartslabyul, that if anyone can help you make friends, its that chatterbox.

dont even try to refute it cause trein AND lucien will be sporting you an unimpressed look.

but I swear to everything cater has a fucking NOSE- a sniffer if you would for introverts. or he has mastered chenya's invisibility spell and over heard your conversation because- I AGREE WITH YOU- yuu would 100% ask cater to help his little ol' introvert make friends.

so he seeks them out, grabs their phone while chatting away, and downloads 'magi cord' dw yuu is there too. cater even goes a step further and adds his contact to their phone because 'tehe he has the elusive reader's number and no body else does! #1inamillion #hewon! #he'sgonnaextrovertsohardit'llmakeyourheadspin 😼

but later that night you're fighting to go on the app when cater sends you a link, the second message he sends you (with 'hey hey! it's your fav upper classmen cay-cay here!' with an obnoxious amount of emojis, being the first)

it's a link to a magi cord group chat called; raven of secrets. (or smthn idk, I pulled that out of my ass) and he explains that the whole point of that group chat is to remain anonymous. there's a handful of members from different dorms and that's all you're supposed to know.

they talk about gossip, homework, assignments etc. the more he talks about it the more it sounds like a secret society. but nonetheless, you join.

and all hell breaks loose 🤭

personally I think that only a few people know who is who in the chat group. like the organizer because they gotta make sure everyone who has the link is an nrc student. and obviously there's a few friends who gave other people the link or joined together. but there's also active polls where people debate who is who.

just so it gives them the extra comfort of anonymity.

IMAGINE SOME ADMITS TO STALKING POOR READER AND IT TURNS INTO A THRILLER AHHHH (everyone knows who rook is. not because of his French, but because of his detailed posts)

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NO CAUSE I WAS ALSO AN APHMAU FAN HAHAHAH I used to eat her role plays up. but watching them now... they're super cringe and I can barely watch an episode of phoenix drop high 😭

and dont even worry about it 'being all over the place because I am literally like that and it's so fun being able to bounce all over the place hehe

AND YAY ANOTHER AIR SIGN😽