#the orignals imagine

[starshipsofstarlord]

Possession

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Summary -> klaus hates watching you talk with another man, even if it is his brother. and it his duty as the man that owns you to remind you of whom you belong to (1.4k)

Warnings -> 18+ minors dni, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, possessiveness, some toxicity, jealousy, brief mentions of death and turning, crying

Venom was poised on Klaus’ tongue as he watched his beloved, glaring daggers at her form as she watched Y/N laugh at something dismal that one of his brothers had said. She was supposed to remember that she belonged to him, she was his mere little human that was his own personal slave for affection.

He sat there, nostrils flaring, as he sipped out of the rich flute, placing it upon the side table before he hauled himself to his feet, stalking toward his girl. She was his, and she wasn’t allowed to forget that, he didn’t care if she was just being friendly, any niceties were reserved for him alone. Elijah sensed the homicidal distress radiating from his sibling, and chose it best to remain by Y/N’s side as Niklaus reached them. “Brother.” He greeted him, bowing his head respectively at the younger one of their family.

Despite the politeness, Klaus wished to scorn the smile that Elijah had caused from Y/N’s face; he had grown more possessive since becoming a hybrid and unlocking his werewolf side. “Get away from my woman, now.” He spoke slowly, reaching towards Y/N and dragging her into his arms as she gently shook. “It’s okay love, I’m here now. Cling to me all you want.”

And she did, her hands balling up the fabric of his shirt as her face rested lowly on his chest, remaining silent as Klaus forbade his brother from sharing the presence of them both in his art room. Because she was his little masterpiece that he had trained to mould around himself, he raised her chin so she was forced to look up at him, their eyes strongly meeting. Y/N knew that she would be in trouble if she broke the visual contact, she had to obey him, he was the one that controlled this relationship, and most times than not her too.

“You belong to me, do you understand that Y/N?” His interrogative enquiry made her physically gulp, but respectfully she nodded at the Original, allowing him to cradle her jaw in his powerful hands until they drifted down her neck, posing a little pressure to the area. “That’s my good girl.” He praised her, which made her utter an almost inaudible whimper, that made him smirk to himself. Oh, how he should have made Elijah stay so that he could witness how she folded under his demeanour, and how she knew that she was all his.

“Klaus.”

“That’s right, I want that to be the only name that every slips out from your pretty mouth.” He responded, leading her backwards until her back hit a wet canvas, the stroke of his artistic touch adorning the back of her clothing. “Can you do that love, can you only say my name for all eternity.” He still had yet to turn her, he was waiting until they were both ready for that level of commitment, but for now he was content looming above her, blocking her shadow from the eyes of anyone else.

“Yes. Of course, it shan’t be a problem.” He allowed her hands to trail up upon his shoulders, he walked his stature farther into her, trapping her against the material of the splattered canvas. “That’s my girl.” He smiled adoringly at her, meeting her lips lightly with his own before his actions escalated, and he grew hungrier for her touch. His tongue swept within her gasping mouth, holding her still so that he could execute his calculated attack.

Without need of any compliance from his little object, he raised her dress over her head, finding her completely nude underneath, just the way that he liked her to be. And perhaps that was a reason of many as to why he was startled by the sight of her and Elijah harmlessly conversing. He knew that whenever he wanted, her body was conveniently always prepared for him to take her as he pleased, and that was exactly what he intended to do.

Klaus tossed off his long sleeved shirt, exploiting his exterior to his girl who could only trail her hand down his toned stomach, but he grasped her wrist, shoving it away as he continued to strip down to his birthday suit. And now they were both undressed and ready for what he wanted, Y/N moaned surprised yet not by how he effortlessly hoisted her into his arms, and swooned her body against the wall beside them, his fingertips slipping down and down until they were teasing at her wet entrance.

They easily glided into Y/N’s walls, probing her insides with his long digits, two precisely, as he rested his nose into the crook of her neck, smelling how her blood boiled with arousal and finding it relaxing at how her pulse harshly raised from the contact he granted her with. “Look at how ready your body always is for me, it’s like you were made for me. My pretty little thing.” His words did something to Y/N, made her insides twist as he supplied her with the most sufficient way that he could show her his love.

A whine tore out from Y/N’s throat as he respectfully removed his fingers, leaving her feel empty and dismal in his predator like grasp. However the emptiness was soon filled as he pushed his cock into her cunt, stretching her until she felt perfectly full. It must have been some sick joke, he thought to himself and hid his deviant chuckle in the rasp of a groan; it was really as though his mother had endured she was born into the world in the time he needed her most. He was all he wanted, and it was his duty to ensure that Y/N felt the same way about him.

If she didn’t then there would be nothing to stop all hell from breaking loose, sincerely by the hybrid of course. But he was convinced he had nothing to worry about considering the present as he fucked her without an inkling of guilt or compassion for the fact that one day he would make her like him. “Klaus, holy fuck.” Her head collided back into the wall, no doubt giving her an ache within her head, but he only found it that much more attractive as she became significantly more dazed from the hit on her noggin and the strength behind his starved thrusts.

“Hardly holy.” Klaus corrected her, he was the deepest sin that she had ever committed, and ever would. She was wrapped around him like a shawl, clinging onto dear life until she allowed him to take the humanity of it away. She passionately kissed his neck, biting it as though she was growing her vampiric appetite before she actually turned. “Though your cunt feels like heaven.” He muttered, smirking as he thought that nobody would every see her in this state. This was his Y/N, the goddess of his greediest desires, and he would never allow her to slip away.

“Can I cum, Klaus, please?” There were tears of diamond stimulation in Y/N’s gorgeous eyes, it was as though she was compelled by his swift and jarring movements, pleading for his permission to let her release the sparking build up that was daring to explode within her body. “Please, please, please. Want to cum all over your perfect cock.” Oh did she now? Well that was no surprise, it never was, and she always held it together until he allowed her to release, as she knew the consequences if she didn’t. It wasn’t her orgasm, it belonged to him, and she wasn’t allowed it unless he granted her the lustful wish that was laced elegantly in her mind.

“Cum for me Y/N, I want to feel you cum all over me love.” Not even an instant passed and he felt her walls contract gratefully around him, washing her everlasting attraction for the man that owned her onto his length. Once she had finished her orgasmic bliss, he only fucked her harder, causing tears to dribble from her eyes, not stopping until he filled her to the hilt and emptied his cum deep within her. And although they had both finished he refused to put Y/N down, he just wanted to hold her, in this haven alone, sweetly stroking her hair as he thought that he was the luckiest man undead. He had her, and she was all his.

[ladymarvel27]

Elijah: I need you to swear- Y/n: Fuck. Elijah: Swear as in promise. Y/n: Oh.

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #2515

It was just one stupid mistake. One stupid mistake and it just snowballed and ruined everything.

[entitled-fangirl]

The misaligned stars.

Remus Lupin x Original Character x (past)Regulus Black

Summary: The golden trio knocks on the door of someone who can help them with the Slytherin locket.

Warnings: talks of death, drowning, death eaters, not bad

A/N: It is so hard to try to summarize who liked who and who's related and shit, so good luck.

Masterlist

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Hermione knocked on the door of the small house.

It was Dumbledore's idea- going to the house of Cassiopeia Malfoy.

But Dumbledore was gone, and now it was up to the trio.

The door opened slowly. 

A small woman with the infamous white Malfoy hair peered through the crack. "H…Hello?"

Hermione gave a small smile, "Hello. We're looking for Cassiopeia Malfoy."

The woman's eyebrows furrowed, but her voice remained quiet, "What do you want with her?"

Harry stepped forward, "We have some questions. About this." 

He held up the fake locket.

Even Ron noticed the widening of her eyes and the quickening of her breath.

"…Come in."

…

The woman set down four cups of hot tea and sat in one of the chairs of the living room. "How did you know I knew about this?"

Ron piped up, "Kreature mentioned you."

Her head tilted, "Kreature? Kreature talked about me?"

"Yeah," Harry chirped as he took a sip of the tea. "He said you took the locket. To keep him from getting hurt."

"That's true," she said. "I couldn't leave him like that. Everyone knows where the Black house is. I could hide it away and no one would know."

"Hide it?" Hermione asked. "What's your connection to the Blacks?"

"My connection?" She almost scoffed. "I am a Black. Somewhat."

The trio gave each other confused looks.

"Oh. You… you didn't… I didn't… um…" Her eyes widened as she looked away.

"You knew Sirius. He said that." Harry said. "Did you… marry him?"

The woman gave out a laugh, "Merlin, no!" She pushed a strand of her curly hair behind her ear. "No, no. Sirius and I were wonderful friends, yes. But, no. I was married to Regulus."

"You married Regulus Black?" Hermione asked in shock.

"I didn't know he was married," Ron quirked.

"That was the point," Cassiopeia said. "After… after James and Lily died- the day they died- Regulus and I married."

"While you were still in school?" Hermione asked again.

"Yes," she said. "We loved each other so much. But, we feared that something could happen to us, and we married that day. If we were to die, we wanted to be married first."

"That's romantic," Hermione sighed.

"That's bloody ridiculous," Ron scoffed.

"Ronald!" Hermione scorned.

"No, it was." Cassiopeia said. "But, it worked. Regulus died not long after and… I still carry the name."

"Cassiopeia… Black?" Harry asked.

She nodded. "But no one else knows that." 

She snapped out of her thoughts, "Right. The locket."

Harry gripped it in his hand, "Locket? I thought it was just a pendant."

"Oh, no." She said. "A locket. But it holds something wicked inside."

"The horcrux." Hermione chimed in.

"Yes. A horcrux. Let me… um…" She stood and disappeared into one of the side rooms of her home. They heard the sound of digging in one of the drawers before she appeared again, "Here it is."

In her hand, a horcrux of Lord Voldemort dangled delicately.

Harry held a hand up to his forehead in pain.

"It was the last thing Regulus did- getting this, I mean." She stated.

Ron held out his hand, taking the locket in his hand. "What happened exactly?"

"It's complicated. You know how to destroy a horcrux?"

Harry shrugged, "No, but we intend to find out."

"Well, if surviving in that cave is any indication, I'd say you three can figure it out."

Her words provided little comfort. 

Harry moved forward in his seat, "I know I'm simply prying but-"

"-But how did he die?" Cassiopeia guessed.

Harry nodded.

"He was drowned by the Inferi."

"He died IN the cave?" Harry asked.

She nodded, sipping her tea again. Her voice was barely heard, "yes."

The three noticed the shaking in her hands.

"Please. Tell us what happened?" Hermione pleaded.

She sighed and set the cup down, "Regulus was a calculated man. He knew what he was doing. He gained the trust of the Dark Lord. He was… he was in the higher ranks. But when Sirius was charged falsely for betraying your parents, Regulus knew the truth and vowed to find a way to kill Voldemort. He… discovered the horcruxes and… well…"

Harry nodded and opened his mouth to say more, but paused when he heard the front door open and a familiar voice ring throughout the home, "Sophie?"

Cassiopeia turned her head to look over her shoulder, "I'm in here, love."

The trio felt the air leave their lungs as Remus Lupin rounded the corner.

He paused, "Oh. Harry, Ron, Hermione. I didn't… I wasn't expecting you three."

He stepped toward the woman and placed his hands on her shoulders, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, Harry is just here to ask about Regulus."

Remus nodded, "I see."

"I'm so sorry," Hermione chimed in. "I have to ask…"

Cassiopeia sighed as her cheeks turned red, "It's a… newer development. Things have been hard for us as of late, and… we find… solace in each other."

They both loved a Black brother.

And both of those brothers were dead.

Remus nodded and bent down to kiss the crown of her head. "I'll make supper. You three stay tonight."

"No, that's alright, Remus-" Harry said.

"-Nonsense." Remus chided. "It's dangerous for you three right now. Stay at least tonight. For me."

The three debated and communicated through their eyes before Harry nodded, "That would be lovely. Thank you."

…

It was relieving to Harry to finally get to see two people that truly loved each other interact in such a domestic state: making supper.

Their hands brushed occasionally and they shared a smile each time.

He couldn't help but stare.

Even as Remus pulled one of her arms towards him. She absentmindedly let him, immersed in her cooking. He pulled the sleeve of her shirt to her elbow and rubbed the faded dark mark that resided there.

She quickly turned to look at him.

He gave a sweet smile and gently kissed her wrist, then kissed her cheek.

She smiled and shooed him away.

…

"Why have you never mentioned her before?" Harry asked Remus after dinner.

The man sighed, "It's too complicated."

"Well, we have time." Harry scoffed.

"No, you need your rest. Sleep and we'll talk in the morning. I'll help you get anything you need for the road."

"Thank you, Remus."

"-Remus?" Cassiopeia almost whispered as she leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen.

Remus could feel himself melting at her tired eyes. "Yes, dove?"

"When are you coming to bed?"

His eyes flicked to Harry, then back to her, "In just a moment, darling, I promise."

She nodded and rubbed her eyes. She turned back to her room and muttered a quiet, "G'night, Harry."

Harry made a note of the light in Remus's eyes.

"Tell me." Remus concluded, "Did she tell you what you needed to know?"

Harry shrugged, "I mean…. I still don't know how to destroy it, but I have it now, and that's all I needed from her."

Remus nodded, and pulled his lips into a thin line in thought.

"I'm sorry," Harry piped up, "about Regulus. That must have been hard for her."

"You've no idea," Remus muttered. "She's always been a sweet soul. Even back at Hogwarts. Everyone loved her."

"How the hell did she end up marrying Regulus?" Harry asked.

"She was a Hufflepuff. The Malfoys were outraged. But Regulus managed to talk Lucius into keeping ties with her. After all, that was his sister. But… Regulus took an interest in her. Who wouldn't?" Remus leaned back in his seat, reminiscing out loud for Harry. "And they secretly dated for almost a year before we found out- me, Sirius, Peter, and your father. She ran around in some of our circles. Peter was infatuated with her. We teased him about it all of the time but Sirius would always get mad."

Harry felt a smile come to his face at the thought of his parents' time at the school.

"Regulus and Sophie were still in school, their seventh year when your parents died. Seeing Sirius accused and sent to Askaban. It sent Regulus into a tailspin. They were married after that."

"Yeah, she mentioned that."

"Well, Regulus came to the Order and offered information. We accepted. Not long after, we heard of his death."

Harry furrowed his brows, "But surely Cassiopeia would've stopped him from going, right?"

Remus ran a hand over his face and sighed, "No. He promised her he'd take her… to ease her spirits. But he left in the morning before she awoke. Left her a note. And never came back." He chewed on his lip before continuing, "She didn't find out what happened until Kreature came back and told her."

"And… the dark mark?"

"Ah, yes. Um… She joined when she was dating Regulus. It was to please everyone's families so they could be married. But, she wasn't ever loyal to Voldemort. And Regulus didn't make her attend meetings. He couldn't bare to corrupt her like that."

The boy who lived was finally starting to understand. "And you two…"

Remus chuckled, "We used to be wonderful friends at Hogwarts. Studied together. Never any romantic feelings. Wasn't until after Sirius died that we grew attached to each other."

Cassiopeia appeared in the doorway again, her hair awry this time and wearing pajamas, "-Remus? You promised." 

"And so I did, Sophie." He stood and walked to her, taking her waist in his hands gently. "Good night, Harry. We'll talk in the morning."

Harry could hear the two wandering down the hall as Remus cooed, "Let's get you to bed, sweet woman."

It made the boy's heart happy.

In another world, he thought, they'd be beyond happy.

He flipped the locket over and over in his hand, lost in thought.

Cassiopeia Black. Hmm.

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[allthingsfangirl101]

Diner Girl – Joe Keery

Joe walked into the diner and smiled when no one even noticed him. He was about to sit down but he looked around the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. He couldn't help but feel disappointed when he didn't see her.

She was the whole reason he came to this mom-and-pop diner. The first time he saw her, she was reading a book and drinking coffee. He could still remember the smile on her face when the waitress brought her burger. He could still remember how she used an old picture as a bookmark and how she put her book safely back in her bag when the waitress brought her food.

After about a week, Joe figured out that the girl came here every day for lunch. She worked as a fashion magazine editor nearby and used the diner to get away from the busy buzz of the fashion world. She loved the diner because she used to come here with her parents every Friday. Her dad worked at a factory nearby, so she and her mother would meet him here for lunch. She loved coming here because it reminded her of when life was simpler.

Of course, Joe only knew this because he overheard her talking to the head waitress, Gertrude.

He walked over and sat at the bar, still looking around to make sure he hadn't missed her when he walked in.

"Welcome back, Joe." He looked up to see Gertrude walking out of the kitchen and toward him. "She's not here yet," she said with a knowing look. Joe opened his mouth to say something but Gertrude just laughed. "She should be here soon, though."

"I wasn't. . . I mean. . . Who?"

"Oh, sweetie," she sighed. "I know you don't come here for the greasy fries and the overpriced burgers. You come here for that sweet girl."

As she said that, she pointed behind Joe at the door. He turned around, his breath getting stuck in his throat when he saw Y/N walking in. He glanced over at Gertrude to see her smirking at him. His stomach dropped when she sent him a wink.

"Hey, cute girl," she said to get Y/N's attention. "Why don't you sit right here, beautiful?"

As she pointed to a seat on the bar just a couple of bar stools away from Joe, she sent him a look.

"Thanks, Gertie," Y/N chuckled. Joe's heart jumped into his throat as she smiled. Joe loved to watch her smile. He wished that he was the reason for that smile.

His stomach dropped when Y/N's perfect smile faded.

"You okay, sweet girl?" Gertrude asked, reaching across the bar and grabbing Y/N's hands.

"I'm fine," Y/N said, not at all convincingly. "It's just. . . Work."

Gertrude smiled sadly as she squeezed Y/N's hands. "Why don't I get you a cup of tea? On the house."

Before Gertrude left to get her some tea, she glanced at Joe. Joe looked at Y/N to see her playing with her nails. He wanted nothing more than to run to her, wrap her in his arms, listen to her vent about her job, and tell her everything was going to be okay.

Joe ate his lunch, forcing himself to resist the urge to stare at Y/N. He rehearsed what he could say to her several times, but nothing sounded smooth enough.

"Can you pass me the mustard?"

Joe froze when he realized she was talking to him. He turned towards her to see her smiling and pointing at the mustard in front of him.

"This one is all out," she continued.

"Of course," he stuttered. He cleared his throat and grabbed the mustard bottle. He was about to hand it to her when he got an idea. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea or dorky, but he did it anyway.

He put the mustard back on the counter and slid it over to her. He held his breath as he waited for Y/N's response. He let out a sigh of relief when she giggled. She caught the mustard and winked at him.

"Thanks."

"My name's Joe," he blurted out before she could turn her attention back to her burger.

"Y/N," she greeted.

"I have to be honest," Joe stuttered, "this might be weird but I umm. . . I've seen you here before."

"That's not weird," she chuckled. "I'm here every day. And if it makes you feel better, I recognize you."

"You do?" Joe couldn't help but ask.

"Of course," she said instantly. "I recognized you instantly, Steve Harrington."

Joe could feel his face burning when she teased him. Usually, he hated it when someone recognized him and called him Steve Harrington. But when Y/N did it, his stomach flipped.

"If I'm being honest, I hated that role at first," Joe confessed.

"Really?" Y/N asked. "Sure, it was rough, but that first season set Steve up for an amazing character arc. I mean, he is the definition of character development."

Y/N suddenly stopped talking, her face turning red. "Sorry," she mumbled. "That was extremely embarrassing."

"It wasn't," Joe tried to reassure her. He gathered as much courage as he could before he said, "Do you wanna join me?"

"I'd love to," she said sweetly as she smiled at him. Joe cleared his throat trying to get rid of the sudden lump as she grabbed her food and scooted over onto the bar stool next to him.

Joe and Y/N spent the next hour, eating their food and talking to each other. The longer they talked, the harder Joe fell. They talked about Joe's career and the different roles he's had. They talked about Y/N's career. Apparently, her boss was crazy and was constantly making her jump through hoops. She was starting to get tired of it.

"This probably isn't my place," he said hesitantly, "but have you thought about quitting?"

"I can't," she sighed. "I've got bills to pay and rent and car insurance and. . . I need a job."

"I'm sorry," he said gently. "I wish there was something I could do."

"It's not your fault," she said softly. She smiled as she added, "But thank you, Joe."

Joe's heart sank when she looked at the watch on her wrist. "Speaking of which," she sighed, "I should be getting back. I had a lot of fun though."

"Me too," Joe said, his stomach going crazy. He cleared his throat and added, "Good luck at work."

"Thanks," she said, sending him a knowing look. "I'll need all the luck I can get."

Joe bit his lip when she gently put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "See you around, Harrington."

"Hey, Y/N?" Joe said before she could leave. When she turned around, he forgot what he was going to say. When he remembered, he cleared his throat. "I was wondering if you'd like to go get dinner sometime?"

"Really?"

"Really," he said, hoping her question wasn't one of anger or scoffing. "I really enjoyed talking to you and I'd love to get to know you better."

"I'd love to get to know you better, too," she smiled. Y/N reached into her bag and handed him her work card.

"Call me."

"I will," he said before he could stop himself. "I will definitely call you."

"I'll be waiting."

[astromaxi]

Yandere Orignal Character

sooo the poll ended and a lot of you wanted some yandere oc content so here is it!

Warnings: There isn't a lot of explicit Yandere content since this is an introduction post, obsessive mentions, stereotypical Yandere shit, I don't know how to write him as a Yandere lowkey, no scent kink mention, mention of kidnapping,

as per usual lmk if I miss any warnings and gammerly can only do so much to save me.

as well as send in some requests about Bu if you want to learn more about him :)

word count?!: 602

You always noticed him, I mean how can you not? His staggering height and muscular body frame were enough to draw anyone near to him, it was enough to make himself the center of attention. Especially with the curly messy green hair that was always in a giant bun. If it wasn’t his appearance that captivated the general public of your college, then it was his dynamic personality. He always made people feel at home, that someone he just met can feel like a lifelong buddy. It was so… off-putting, but no one seemed to mind. Not the students, or staff, not the professors, who are enamored by the handsome boy with vitiligo. Top of the class and always doing just enough where he can excel. 

Like everyone, you fell for the striking boy- felt it a strong word. More so you appreciate the eye candy whenever you cross paths with him, it’s sad really, you don’t even know his name

But, lucky he knows yours. He knows everything about you. 

Bu is enamored by you. Obsessed? Is just a simple word to describe the feeling, the way his body heats up as his heart beats just a little bit faster as Bu catches you staring at him in the library you both study at. The way he appears to be the sunny calm man as he presents himself, his always seemling closed eyes pinched into a never-ending smile. But inside his head, in his heart is a completely other story

But is a very relaxed person, he can come off as cocky, overconfident and jealous people would even say egotistical. Can you blame him? He never failed at anything in his life, never got less than 98% on a test or assignment, never was picked last for dodgeball, and was never able to get something he wanted. Everything was within his reach, Bu made sure of that. 

He is going to make sure that you are never out of reach, never unachievable. Because he wants- no, oh god no, he needs you and he will make sure he gets you. 

Don’t mistake him though, he isn't going to kidnap you and store you away in a cozy cage locked in a temperature control room with all the commodities you can ever imagine. He isn't completely senile, but he is going to make tabs on who you hang out with, who is a potential love interest, who made you upset, etc. Bu is going to insert himself into your life in the most extroverted way, and use his popularity and then the underlying crush you have on him to his complete and ultimate advantage. 

How can you know not to feel flustered and anxious when the moss hair boy you have been eyeing for months now, comes up and asks you about the upcoming math 111 test? You both well know that Bu can easily pass the test, but it's a good opportunity to see if you need any help, and oh boy are you not going to pass up this opportunity to spend one on one with the campus candy. Bu couldn't be more thrilled when you agree to meet up with him for coffee the next day to review,

And you couldn’t be more happy, that you not only managed to land a hangout with the monstrous sunny boy, but also his phone number and name. 

“I can’t wait, I will see you tomorrow Bu!” you gave Bu a bashful smile, before turning and walking towards the door, Bu waved you goodbye, as his smile reached his seemingly closed eyes. 

[jotunhel-arts]

i like to imagine that the 14th doctor and donna go on platonic dates to the places they visited before and saved/survived.

like going back to that hotel resort that donna enjoyed in the episode 'midnight' or going back to the library planet to bore donna with various facts and history

[roseinthewindow]

Epilogue- Chapter 1

Imani’s POV- Elliot’s bedroom.

“What happened to being sober?” I asked, looking over at Elliot. A blunt is perched on the corner of his lips as he looks at me, and it takes me a moment to not yell at him. “Sobriety is a mindset, mani.” He replied, as I rolled my eyes.

I didn’t say anything for a few minutes, allowing my thoughts to compose themselves. “If you don’t like that I’m smoking, the doors that way.” He said, and I stayed quiet. If I was to leave, he’d probably call his friends, the same ones that kept him from sobriety. “Nah, it’s fine.” I muttered, mindlessly scrolling on my phone.

When you love someone, it’s hard to see their faults sometimes. The rose colored glasses are always on, making them look more beautiful. Loving Elliot used to be like that, but him constantly falling back into his patterns cracked them. It’s like I’m hyper aware that my boyfriend is an addict, just like Rue is. A terrifying thought that I might lose both the same way, except I’m not in love with rue: I’m in love with Elliot.

The room stayed quiet for a while, neither of us having anything to say, something that’s common in our almost 10 year long friendship, and our 1 year relationship. Sometimes we simply have nothing to say, just enjoying each other's company. But my mind refuses to be quiet, racing with thoughts of Elliot, from his lackadaisical attitudeto the fact that I really wanna hold him. I resisted the urge to reach over though, and a couple hours later I walked out.

Elliot’s POV- days later

I woke up on my floor, smelling weed and alcohol around me. There’s a line of cocaine on a book next to me, and I snorted it as my eyes fully opened. Making myself stand is a task, but I finally succeeded, seeing Rue sprawled out on my bed. My head was pounding as the cocaine worked into my system, but I knew it’d subside.

Being high is one of my favorite things in the world, because there’s no other feeling like it. Nothing in the world will ever give me the feeling of total nothingness or serenity like weed or cocaine will, hell even alcohol doesn’t come close. I love the feeling more than anything.

“Yo Elliot! That shit was crazy.” She said, getting off the bed. “Yeah, it was.” I agreed, having no idea what she’s talking about. After an hour she left, and I was now sprawled out on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My high has fully set in, along with the alcohol, and I feel fucking amazing.

So amazing, that I don’t hear Imani walk into the room.

“Elliot…what the fuck?” She asked, sounding exhausted. I looked up at her, a grin on my face. “Hi mani bear.” I slurred, as she sighed. “Honey, how high are you right now?” She questioned, as I heard the concern in her voice. I shrugged, truly being unable to answer the question.

She walked over, sitting on the bed next to my head. As if I’m a cat, I instinctively curled up on her lap, sighing deeply. “It feels good.” I muttered, feeling her ruffle my hair. “Yeah, I know.” She exhaled, looking at my eyes. I know she’s trying to see if I’m overdosing, but I feel her love. Makes me feel serene and calm, something I usually don’t feel. I’m almost scared of it, but my body’s too heavy to lift up.

“Mani.” I called, my voice low. “Hm?” She answered, as I inhaled. “Talk to me.” I said, feeling her fingers return to my curls. “Anything you wanna hear about?” She asked, her voice soft and sweet. “Just talk.” I mumbled, and she nodded. “Well, college is tiring. Especially statistics, but I passed my test. Then I caught up with Maddy.” She stated, as I listened intently. I love being in this position, just hearing her talk to me about everything.

After a few minutes, she moved me off her lap and got off the bed. I immediately sat up, feeling my brain go fuzzy. “Imani.” I said, as she looked at me. “What?” She replied, and I felt tears in my eyes. I have no idea if I’m getting upset because I have no control over my emotions or just because she moved me. “Are you leaving?” I asked, and she shook her head. “I was taking my shoes off…everything’s okay.” She sighed, coming back on the bed.

Except now she’s farther away, and I had to crawl over to lay on her. The same thing I’ve done since 9th grade every time I’ve gotten high, just laid on her and listened to her voice. She sighed once I was on her chest, but quickly put her fingers back in my curls. “What’s on your mind, hm?” She whispered, as I hummed. “Absolutely nothing, you?” I asked, and she shrugged. “Just thinking about how clingy you are today.” She answered, running her fingers through my curls.

“Just wanna be around you.” I mumbled, feeling myself doze off.

Imani’s POV

Elliot dozed off on me, and I sighed. I kissed his head, seeing a small smile on his lips. “You stress me the hell out, but you’re lucky you’re cute.” I whispered, tracing his apple tattoo. “I need you to be better. This shit doesn’t feel good to me.” I mumbled, allowing myself to put my head back and close my eyes.

End Of 1

[overtrred28]

Love you to the moon and saturn | Emily Prentiss x gn!reader

Summary; Emily Prentiss and Y/N have been dating for a long time and Y/N decides it’s finally time to tie the knot. 

Parings; Emily Prentiss x gn!reader

Warnings; none, pure fluff with kissing

Words; 1.6k

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Not my gif. @pagetbrewsterfansite​ 

It was no secret that Emily and Y/N were deeply in love with each other. When they started dating 3 years ago they were able to keep it a secret for a good few months. That was until Garcia caught them sneaking off together during a team get together at Rossi’s, outing them to the whole team. No one had a problem with it, if anything they were obsessed with their relationship and the love they had for each other. The two agents were obsessed with each other, with one another more than not. 

Y/N knew they would like Emily as soon as she walked into the BAU on her first day, capturing the attention of Y/N almost instantly. That was 5 years ago, and it took them 2 years of working together and becoming best friends to realise that they actually liked each other and it wasn’t one sided pining. From then it’s been smooth sailing, rarely having fights and saying I love you within a few months. 

Y/N has been planning this for a few months, even going to a specialty jeweller, creating the perfect ring for Emily. They’ve been carrying the ring in their pocket for at least 2 weeks now, waiting for the perfect moment to drop to one knee and ask the question. There have been many occasions when they’ve been ready to do it; at a fancy dinner date night, at Rossi’s with the whole team around, during a work trip to the mountains. But something has always interrupted them, stopping the romantic moment before they could ask Emily to be their partner for ever and ever. 

And that leads us to today. The team had just gotten back from a case in Texas, a particularly tough one at that. The team had been investigating a number of mysterious explosions throughout a small town and when Emily almost ran into a building that was seconds away from exploding, Y/N knew. They knew that with this job, their lives could be taken away from them and Y/N didn’t want to go another day without having Emily as their wife. Today was the day. 

Everyone exited the elevators, ready to see Penelope’s smiling face greeting them like always but when those doors opened, the hallway was empty. Everyone’s face fell to confusion while Y/N’s gained a smirk. The plan was in motion. Before they got onto the plane, Y/N called Penelope back at Quantico, telling her that they were finally going to propose to Emily and they needed her help. Penelope was over the moon excited, she’d been waiting for this to happen ever since Y/N told her about the ring. 

“That’s weird.” Derek commented finally, stepping out of the elevator, everyone else following behind. He wandered down the hall to her lair, opening the door. “Baby girl?” She was nowhere to be found. 

“Maybe she’s inside.” Emily walked towards the glass doors, pushing the open simultaneously, ready to spot the analyst wandering around or in the kitchenette. Once again it was empty. 

Y/N hid their excitement, wandering over to their desk and placing their bags down. “I’m going to check up there.” They announced, nodding their head towards the stairs that lead up to the round table room where the shutters were oddly closed. Whilst walking, they reached into their jacket pocket to make sure the ring was still in there, it was. When they opened the door they were met with a very excited Penelope, she was grinning ear to ear. Y/N smiled back before she pulled them into a hug. 

“Oh my god, I’m so excited! I’ve been waiting up here for so long, you guys seem to take forever.” Penelope stepped away from the hug. Y/N looked around the room, spotting flowers scattered and small candles lit. 

“Pen, this is amazing! Thank you so much.” They thanked Penelope, the room looked amazing. “Now I just have to get her up here. And hope from there on everything goes smoothly.” They were getting stressed out, thinking about what they were about to do. 

“Hey, it’s going to be fine. I’ve never seen two people more in love, she’s going to say yes.” Penelope grabbed their hands, bringing them back down. “Is it time to go get her?” Penelope asked, releasing their hands as they nodded. “Okay, good luck my love.” She kissed them on the cheek and walked out the door that led to the catwalk, closing it softly behind her. Y/N breathed deeply, thinking of the words they had prepared on the plane. 

“Emily Prentiss,” Penelope finally appeared to the rest of the team that were milling around the bullpen. “Your presence is requested at the round table.” Penelope tried to contain her happiness, walking slowly to the steps and hiding her smile. 

“Uh, okay.” Emily shook her head, walking up the stairs and passing the mysterious analyst. Her brows were furrowed as she walked to the door. 

“What are you up to, baby girl?” Derek asked, wrapping an arm over Penelope’s shoulder. 

“Something magical.” She smiled, looking up at the windows of the room that was still closed off to everyone else. 

Emily finally approached the door, opening it slowly. A small gasp left her lips as the romantic setting was revealed. She let go of the door handle, walking further into the room. “Y/N?” She spotted them in the corner of the room, pacing nervously. 

“Hi.” Y/N breathed, walking to meet Emily in the middle of the room. 

“Hi.” Emily smiled at her lover, curiosity running through her veins. “Baby, what’s going on?” She chuckled nervously, interlocking her hands with theirs. 

“Emily,” They paused, making sure to capture her attention, meeting their eyes with hers. “The day I met you, I knew we were meant to meet. You came into my life at a time where I really needed someone, to listen, to talk and to understand me. And you did that and so much more. You became my best friend but I always wanted more than that. And I’m mad it took us so long to realise that we both liked each other, because then we could’ve spent so much more time in each other’s arms, spilling the secrets of our hearts instead of stealing glances across the room.” They paused, watching Emily laugh. 

“You, are my favourite person in the whole world, the love of my life, and I never want to spend another day without you in my arms. I’ve known that for a while, but today really made me realise that with this job our lives could be cut short at any moment.” They took a second, blinking away the tears in their eyes, taking a deep breath. “So, with that said,” They let go of Emily’s hand, reaching into their pocket. Emily’s eyes filled with tears, shock running over her face. Then they got down on one knee, looking up at Emily with a box in their hand.

 “Emily Prentiss,” They opened the ring box, revealing a silver ring with a sparkling sapphire diamond. “Will you do the absolute pleasure of marrying me?” They smiled up at Emily, her hands now covering her mouth with a big gasp. 

“Oh my god. YES! Yes, yes, yes!” She reached down and pulled Y/N up by their shoulders, grabbing their face and pulling them in for a passionate kiss. They split apart, smiling at each other, laughing. Emily pulled Y/N in for a hug, holding them tightly. Y/N took the opportunity to grab Emily’s waist, lifting her legs off the ground and spinning her around. 

“Y/N, I love you so much.” Emily jumped down to look into her fiance’s eyes. Y/N kept smiling, pulling the ring out of the box and placing it onto Emily’s finger. “It’s beautiful.” She examined the ring. 

“I got it made specifically for you.” Y/N smiled at Emily, wiping the tears of joy that had fallen onto their cheek. “I love you.” Emily leant in for another small kiss, unable to wipe the smile off of her face. 

“Do they know?” She nodded her head to the blocked window, gesturing to the team who were patiently waiting downstairs. They shook their head.

“Only Pen, she set all of it up.” They pointed to the flowers and candles scattered. 

“Should we go tell them then?” Emily asked, grabbing a hold of Y/N’s hand. They nodded enthusiastically, kissing her again before they walked to the door hand in hand. They were silent as they appeared on the catwalk, waiting for the team's reactions. 

The bullpen was silent, tension and anticipation circling the air. When no one said anything, Emily finally shot their hands up in the air, her engagement ring shining in the light. 

“We’re getting married!” She shouted into the space. The team was cheering and clapping, filling the room with happiness as the couple made their way down the stairs. Emily and Y/N were laughing at the reaction. Rossi was the first to greet the couple, kissing both of them on the cheeks. 

“Congratulations!” He smiled at the pair. Hugs and laughter were shared with the team, everyone stopping to admire the ring Y/N designed, complementing them. The last person to congratulate them was Hotch. 

“I’m very happy for you two.” He smiled at Y/N before bringing them in for a hug. And that’s how the night continued, laughs shared among friends as the happy couple reminisced on their relationship. It was a happy day for everyone. 

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Person A: “Do you really want to keep living like this?”

Person B: “What other choice do I have?”

Person A: “....Come with me, let someone take care of you for a change.”

[hauntedjohnny]

incubus!johnny. going to meet your friends on a night-out in town when a man joins at a crossroad you waiting for the light to go red. his presence makes you antsy so you step into the seemingly empty road to get away only for him to pull you against him as a car zooms past. you jokingly tell him i owe you my life not realising the truth of your words. you dont see him for the rest of the night but you swear you can see/feel/smell him everywhere. perhaps even going as far to chat someone up who looks vaguely like him.

getting home that night drunk, throwing on nothing but an old oversized shirt and collapsing on the bed the second you see it. falling into sleep state, you feel the hardness of his chest against your back, it feels too real to be a dream. turning over in your half-asleep state to an empty bed, you succumb to your dreams. waking up for the second time as the room feels colder, your blanket now by your ankles, your shirt having risen in your sleep. eyes flickering to the clock only to be met with incomprehensible digits. you're awake in your sleep and you're not alone.

you can feel his breath on your jaw as sharp claws trail along your stomach, scratching into the flesh. the smell of cologne is how you recognise him: the man who saved your life. teeth nipping at your neck and shoulder, you can't help but gasp when he starts to grope at your chest. you allow yourself to give into the dream. his fingers coming down to toy with your wetness throws you over the edge with ease, as if you were on the edge the whole time. well, you had been fantasizing about this all evening. his touches start off soft, growing rougher as you give yourself over to him.

the alarms in your head only go off when he lowers himself to your heat. you feel a sharpness stabbing into either thigh, unable to close them around his head as he starts eating you out. your hands trail down to his head urging him closer only to feel rough protusions where you expected hair. making eye contact with your visitant for the first time you notice they aren't like the warm browns you remember but midnight black. you now see your hands are grapsed around curled horns that pin your thighs open. you heart begins to race as you push him away only to be pulled back harshly, blood seeping out of your thighs as the horns finally break skin. all he does is lick it away, groaning at the taste. he carries you to orgasm and licks the salty tears off your cheeks. it would be one of many. his job tonight is to pleasure you, if you get scared in the process then that's just a bonus. your pleasure is his life source, your fear makes him stronger.

the next morning you feel heavy and hollow, chalking it up to a hangover and very vivid wet dream. you were yet to find out he’d be back the next night and the one after that until he had sucked your soul and drained your body. you owed him your life after all.

[bandgie]

Lost & Found

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

a/n: sorry for that wait :(

warnings: MDNI 18+, brief smut, fem!reader, reader walks in on it, cum mentions, jealousy, yeah

2.2k words

The walk was more intense than you had anticipation. Gravity began to weigh you down rather quickly. Your legs ached, feet cramped, chest squeezing with the inhale of each breath. It was near dark, and you knew damn well that arriving at a mansion so late would raise uncertainty, but you were too desperate to really care.

Trees surrounded the area almost eerily. There a dirt road that lead to the entrance not too far from where you were. Some bushes and flowers were growing on the side of the path. Perhaps they planted those there to lighten the mood, you think. With the shadows of the trees and the beginning of sunset, the house looked somewhat ethereal.

It was then that you saw a woman in working clothes, logs bundled up in her hands most likely for the fireplace. She noticed immediately. It was hard not to when you scurried to her with labored breathing. "Excuse me!" You called out. She took a few tentative steps forward, keeping a distance between you and her. She didn't answer, but made eye contact. You took this as an opportunity to speak.

"I'm so sorry to trouble you, but I heard you were looking for a house maiden that could not read. I'm illiterate and-"

"Oh!" She cuts you off. Her demeanor changes completely. She drops the logs on the ground and reaches for your hand. "Yes yes! We are! Come inside. I'll have to let the head lady know and she'll handle the rest. You must be hungry." Without waiting for your response, she leads you to the front door and allows you to enter.

The mansion was massive on the outside, and it was extravagant on the inside. Ceilings were high, little chandeliers hung everywhere with a big one in the center of the room. The main floor was polished and it shined under the candle lights that were placed everywhere in the house. There was a spiral staircase that lead to the second floor towards the back of the room.

Your eyes trailed around the entire area. There was an east and west part of the first floor; One you assumed for the kitchen and the other for the parlour room. Never had you thought to see such a sight up close, let alone be inside it.

"Go ahead and rest in the drawing room," the woman breaks your thoughts. "I'll draw some tea and get the head lady." She points you the the west side and begins to make her to the East side before she turns around. "I nearly forgot," she starts, "My name is Abigail, it's a pleasure to meet you." You quickly introduce yourself, "The pleasure is mine."

She gives you a friendly smile and bustles away.

-

You're given your black tea quickly, watching as Abagail disappears from the room to get the head lady. Excitement and worry run through your veins. From what you gathered, you seemed like the perfect candidate for this job. The ability to read was important, but it was something you just never really had the opportunity to come across.

Who would've thought it worked in my favor? You wonder. Your tea was barely sipped on before you heard footsteps. You turn your head towards the entrance to see Abagail and a much older lady standing there, eyes already on you. You stood up and briefly curtsied, "Good evening, I'm-"

"Yes Abigail here has already told me," she interrupts. "You're here for the house maiden position I see?" Unlike the first maid you met, this one was rather stern. You could tell for the way her eyes sliced into you, the aged wrinkles on her face. "That is right," you confirm. She hums in understanding. "Though I can see you're eager, you came near sundown. The Viscount is in his room, as is his family. I suppose since we are rather in dire need on an illiterate maid, I can make an exception for your unpunctuality."

You bite your tongue, instead plastering a smile on your face and nodding, "Of course, thank you." This was something you had anticipated, though not so soon. There's always people you have to work with that you might have issues with, it's a guaranteed fact no matter where you go. Still, you hope her attitude is just a strategy to weed out the possible weak links in this mansion.

The head maid, whose name you learned is Meredith, has you go through a series of tests. She hands you writings on paper, some with big and small words. You can recognize some letters, when sentences start and when they end, but actually reading them coherently is near impossible. Meredith is rather surprised by the lack of ability to read. She most likely though you were lying, but she can tell by your expression how hard you were trying to understand what was in front of you.

Then you moved on to numbers, something you could actually recognize. Working at shops, you had no choice but to handle money and perfect your ability to count. Even when you were young, counting was a priority your mom made to teach you. You weren't sure if knowing numbers was a deal-breaker, but Meredith's pleased look told you the opposite. Once you finished your series of trials, she gave you a wide smile.

"I believe you are fit for this position. Cleaning is the main aspect, however you will need to clean the personal library and the Viscount's sons office specifically. Cooking is also necessary, however I don't think we needs more cooks..." Meredith goes on the describe the duties of being a maid here. Though you're trying to listen, you can't help but celebrate on the inside.

You did it. You're here in a new city with people you don't know. You have a job and a place to stay, there's absolutely no reason for you to go back to that shit hole of a village ever again. You find yourself nodding to her requests as she speaks, unable to stop the smile on your face.

"You do understand that you will have to live here as well," she carefully eyes you. "If you have a family or husband back at home, there's some vacation though it's not much." You shake your immediately, "No. None. I came here from a village days away, I can stay here indefinitely." Your answer has her slightly shocked. Though you're still somewhat young, many women your age would have been courted or in the middle of seeking a potential husband.

"Ah, I see," she nods. "Well, I see no issue in you starting immediately. Abagail," she turns to the other maid who has been quiet since the interaction. "Yes Miss?" Meredith stands and nods her head to you, "Prepare a room for our new recruit. There should be some clean sleepwear in the laundry room, have her bathed and dressed for the night."

Abigail nods and ushers to you, a small smile on her lips. She whisks you away to lead you a little further into the parlour room. Besides the piano is a door that she opens with her many keys to reveal the staircase leading downwards. The steps creak as you and her walk, giving you some sense of fear as you walk further into the dark.

Abagail quickly turns talkative once out of ear shot of Meredith, "How exciting! Miss usually has the tests go on for a few days, but your inability must've been so obvious that it wasn't necessary!" Though she meant it as a good thing, you still feel slightly offended by her words. You raise an eyebrow at her, "I'll try to take that as a compliment."

You can see her mortified expression when she recognizers her words. Her apologies come out rapidly, and it looks like she might cry. You quickly raise your hands in defense and shake your head, "No no! I wasn't upset, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

The sudden sound of creaking and low whining interrupts you. Bits of fear starts to rise in your chest, unsure of what awaits you and Abagail. Rather than looking scared, Abagail shines her lantern in front of her to illuminate two people.

They're completely covered in darkness, but you could see the blurred movements of thrusting.

She's perched up on a table used for sewing. Her hands are collapsed around the man's neck with her legs open, letting him wildly hump into her. You can tell she's trying to be quiet, but with how relentlessly he's fucking her there's little no way she could silence herself.

The man takes notice of his now onlookers, his hazy eyes look up to lock with yours. His pupils are full blown wide, a near inhume look with how dark they are. Pitch black hair falls over his face that would've been unrecognizable if without the lantern.

You can feel your stomach flip, the gasp that gets caught in your throat. The eye contact never breaks even as his hands travel down her naked torso. He grips her waist and brings her closer. The sudden proximity makes her mewl, her head thrown back as moans leave her lips.

You shiver.

"Sir Nyryx!" Abagail shouts in a hushed tone. As if this instance is a common occurrence, she tosses you the lantern and makes her way down the remaining stairs and approaches the woman.

"Absolutely unacceptable!" She harshly rips the two apart, uncaring for the woman's complaints and the man's, whose name you learned is Nyryx, eye roll. Abigail bends down to pick up the maid's clothes, throwing it at her.

"Should I tell the head lady about this and she wouldn't hesitate to kick you out!" The mention of Meredith has the maid pleading, begging for mercy. "No! Abagail you wouldn't! I have children and no other house would hire me-"

Abagail waves her hand, quickly dismissing the woman's pleads. "And it's no wonder why. I don't have time to report you, we just acquired a new maid. You are dismissed."

The half-dressed maid curtseys to both of you and quickly departs. You have to avert your eyes to ignore how cum drips down her bare legs.

"And you!" Abigail speaks up again. Her finger is pointed to Sir Nyryx's chest. A smirk plays on his lips and he adjusts his lower sleepwear.

"And what about me?" He teases.

"I hate when you play smart with me!" She huffs and angrily stabs her finger in his chest. "I understand you have manly urges and whatnot, but that is no excuse for this behavior! You have a chamber for purposes like these. In God's name use it!"

Once Nyryx finishes adjusting his clothes he shrugs. "I did not think someone would be here this late. Let alone a new someone." He gaze looks to you then back to the person scolding him. "But I do wonder, did my behavior entice you? I was being a good lover, no?"

Abigail lets out a frustrated yell and smacks his chest. You gasp at the outburst, worried of what would happen. You fully expect Sir Nyryx to raise his hand, to slap her across the face as any other man might. Instead he laughs, eyes closed genuine satisfaction as he clutches his abdomen.

"You are so fun to tease Abagail," he smiles to her.

There's absolutely no reason for you to feel as jealous as you do. You have barely met this man tonight in a rather absurd way. Abagail doesn't play into his flirting, stomping angrily and on the verge of cursing at him. Still, there's a strange ache in your chest. You wish he would stop talking to her, stop talking all the women here in general.

You can't let go of the image of him fucking her. How impossibly deep how must've been inside for her not to notice you and Abigail walking in on them. His hips thrusting against her erratically, like he was close to finishing. She had already finished multiple times on his cock. You can see the stains on his trousers and the essence on the floor.

How lucky she was to have him all to herself.

Your thoughts are cut off abruptly when Abigail's shoves him out of the basement. He stumbles onto the stairs next to you, his eyes not shying away from your flustered expression.

Sir Nyryx takes in time passing you, his shoulders brushing against yours. A part of you wishes that he grazed his fingers against you instead. There's such an unbearable need to feel his skin on yours that it makes you want to reach out for him.

As if noticing you desire, he smirks at you. "Welcome home, new maid."

Abigail continues to berate him even as he ascends the stairs. You can't find it in you to turn your head away from him. Even his backside is beautiful to look.

"Pay him no mind. He thinks with the head in his trousers rather than the one on his shoulders," Abagail rolls her eyes as she speaks to you.

You should tell her it's not fine, that Sir Nyryx didn't bother you in the slightest bit. However, your mouth is utterly dry and you find it difficult to lie.

You nod.

Pleased with your answer, Abagail returns the nod and wipes her hands on her long skirt. She quickly puts on her friendly smile and ushers you to her side.

"Come, let's get you settled in."

a/n: I would like to formally apologize for the huge delay. I lost motivation and I hit a HUGE writers block. like I wrote this chapter halfway thru a while ago and I thought "how the fuck am I supposed to finish this?" so I stopped and waited for my creative juices to show...took longer than I thought. on a good note we met Nyryx again! no memories of the past ofc, and imma make him a flirt (as always) with some fuckboy tendencies, sorry. Meredith and Abagail are gonna have a lot of character change, but they'll play similar roles to the previous story if you're still reading this, im sorry :(

[ladymarvel27]

Hayley: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Elijah: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Hayley: But you’re always acting stupid?

Elijah: …

Elijah: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

[coquettishbaguette]

“A life of only errands will make a fool of ya.”

-Friko “Where we’ve been”

[ryssbelle]

Me and @its-caluke were talking about Sharla's outfits and how she is really given the short end of the stick for them, and decided to come up with an outfit that the original designers might have given her if they made special outfits for Valak mountain, tho because of that poor Sharla gets boob windowed on the snowy mountain XD

[amethiosspouse]

I had a thought:

Mari: "Aqua... I burnt the water..."

Aqua: "Mari how the FUCK did you burn the water?????"

(I just realised that the stone I named Aqua after (aquamarine) has Mari in it too🥹ouuugh these siblings are so doomed)

JHELP MARI CANT COOK FOR SHIT

they can bake but they cant cook (stupid rich kid made poor hamber do all the cooking in their life)

OMG STOPPPP THATS ACTUALLY SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭

I love how Aqua is first in the name of the gemstone cuz it signifies that shes older dsgkhskghfd (i could be reading into this too much but its still such a cute idea)

(they remind me of tht one trope "if one dies, the other one follows" except aqua leaves the explorers and mari follows along) WE GOTTA MAKE SIBLING ANGST FR