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Italian Flavors - Part 1
Summary: Reader meets Melissa Schemmenti at a local italian grocery store and quickly becomes attracted to her. Where this is going to go? I guess we'll find out together ;)
Note: this idea came to me out of nowhere and wrote it when i was very much not sober, so i apologize for any grammatical mistakes.
Warnings: None?
Words: 3k
You have been visiting the same grocery store since you moved to the neighborhood a few weeks ago. They had the best selection of vegetables in the area and the best brands of Italian food. You couldn’t find canned San Marzanos anywhere and this little store always had them in stock. You weren’t Italian yourself, just a big fan of their cuisine. You enjoyed learning new recipes and pasta has always been a guilty pleasure of yours. But the truth is, you have found another guilty pleasure, funnily enough, another Italian one.
The second weekend you went into the store, you were just browsing in the deli section when you spotted a beautiful redheaded woman fighting the worker over a kilo of salami. You couldn’t help but stare at her in amusement. “Something something… ripping me off…ain’t a fool..something something” is all you could hear. Not necessarily because she was out of earshot, but because you were so mesmerized by her, her attitude, her beauty, her curves, that you couldn’t hear a word. After a few seconds you realized you were staring and decided to keep doing your shopping. As you were standing by the produce aisle, you see the redhead walk out, her determined victorious walk after probably winning her argument. Who wouldn’t give her anything she wants? You say to yourself as you watch her sway her hips out of the establishment.
You go about your day as normal, finish your grocery shopping, pick up an iced coffee and there you go back to your “work from home” job. You sit in front of the computer responding to emails and going over your list of pending tasks and projects. You try to concentrate and be productive, but you can’t. Your mind is clouded by visions of that gorgeous stranger at the store. Her raspy voice echoing through your head. You shake your head as if doing that will get her out of there. You hope she is a regular at the store, you wish you could see her again.
You go about your week, smiling every time you remember the perfect stranger. You keep hoping next weekend you get to see her again. You wonder if you should go at the same time and decide that thats probably the best idea. Friday afternoon you head to the store, grocery shopping list in hand, searching for the ingredients you need to make your Italian dish of the weekend. You hope to be there for a long time, hopefully long enough to see her again. You browse every aisle slowly, constantly looking around, but nothing. You finished shopping .“It was just wishful thinking huh” you say to yourself as you start walking back to your car while carrying your groceries. They might be heavy but heavier was your disappointment. You are lost in your thoughts when you feel someone bump into you making you drop a bag, “I am so sorry, hon” the redhead says to you while helping you pick up your stuff. You don’t say anything, just stare at her as she screams to someone on the phone. “See Gary I just made a girl drop her stuff because you wont stop calling me and made me be late to my grocery shopping, stop calling me, you bozzo”.
“Boyfriend problems?” - you said and instantly regretted it.
Melissa looked at you as if you had asked her for her social security number. Her face immediately relaxing after realizing you were just an innocent girl who she had just inconvenienced. “Something like that, my ex” she gave you a soft smile as she started to talk away.
“Th- Thank you” - you said nervously and quickly realized it made no sense, she made you drop your stuff, what were you thanking her for? Her existence? Yes, but you can’t tell her that. That makes absolutely no sense.
Melissa chuckles, “Anytime, hon” - she says, as if she somehow understood what you meant.
You walk to your car with the biggest smile in your face. You got to see this beautiful woman again and you will go on to think about her for days to come. Hoping to run into her again sometime soon.
Weeks pass by and you stay with this woman very present in your mind, you stop going to the store every weekend, since you are scared of looking like a stalker, a cute one, but a stalker nonetheless. Instead you assume your role of the yearning lesbian, seeing her in every little thing you do, making every song about her.
It is a Tuesday afternoon and you have already finished your meeting for the day, so you decide to lay on the couch and watch Carol for the 20th time this week. A movie about an age gap relationship, who would have thought?
In that moment your phone rings, it is your best friend Laura, the person you were the closest to in this world and the whole reason you moved to Philly in the first place. She was raising her daughter Melanie by herself and you figured you could offer her some support, since the little girl was your world.
“Hi y/n, what are you doing other than thinking about this mystery woman?” - your best friend said in a mocking tone.
“Uh nothing much, why? - you say without humoring her comment.
“Can you please pick up Melanie at Abbott? I got tied up at work and I can’t make it. I am sorry I will make it up to you”.
“Nonsense, I am on my way”
“You are an angel y/n”
“Oh I know” - you say as you walk out of the door and make your way to Abbott Elementary, having no idea of the surprise that awaited for you at the school.
You arrive and park in the nearly empty parking lot, most of the students were already gone, since Laura didn’t call you until it was already way past the dismissing bell. You run inside the school, looking for your niece. You walk past a classroom and spot her. Sitting next to her, is her teacher. You can’t believe your eyes. You shake your head as if somehow she was a hallucination. “There is no way”, you say to yourself as you try to muster the courage to open the door. You take a deep breath and open the door.
“Hi, I am here for Melanie” - you say and your niece starts running towards you, your eyes moving away from the redhead in order to pick her up.
“Hi, I am y/n, Melanie’s auntie. Well I am her moms best friend but she is a niece to me” - you say to the redhead, her looking at you with an unreadable expression.
“I have seen you before, haven’t I?” - Melissa asks you raising her eyebrow.
“Uhm maybe? I live nearby” - you tell her trying to keep your cool and not immediately say “yes yes, you go to the same store as me and I have been hoping to see you every weekend since that time I watched you fight that guy in the deli over a kilo of salami. I have thought of you every day and I want nothing more than to run my hands all over you”.
She looks at you unsure, thats not it. She knows you from somewhere else.
“Ahhh I think I have seen you at Claudio’s, I go there all the time” - you tell her trying to keep your cool.
“Oh yes yes, you were the girl I ran into when my dumbass ex was trying to talk my ear off” - she says with a smile. “You italian?”
“No, just an italian fan”
“Is that so?” - she says raising her eyebrow and you realize how that might have come off.
“Of italian food, that is Ms.”
“Ms Schemmenti, Melissa” - she extends her hand for you to shake it and you can’t help but stare at how beautiful they are, her fingers, oh your mind is wandering. You gulp before you take it in yours and give her a soft handshake.
“Pleasure to officially meet you, Ms Schemmenti” - you say as you look into her beautiful emerald eyes, they look like they could hypnotize anyone, if you weren’t already under her spell, they would have done the trick.
“Well, I better go” - you say and start walking away as your niece waves good bye to her favorite teacher.
“Y/n?” - Melissa says and your entire body stiffens. “Hope to see you at Claudio’s soon” - she winks and gives you the most wicked smile.
You walk out of the building with the biggest smile on your face. “Melissa, Melissa” you repeat in your brain. Of course such a goddess has such a beautiful name. And she wants to see you again? Is she playing you? Does she mean it? Could she tell you like her? Who knows, but you are definitely showing up at Claudio’s this weekend.
On your drive back home you ask your niece all sorts of questions about her teacher. All her answers making her sound even more perfect. “I love Ms. Schemmenti. She seems tough but she is so sweet, she always helps me when I struggle with my math problems. She gives the best hugs but that is a secret. Only her little eagles know. She is so pretty too” - Melanie tells you.
“Yes, yes she is, munchkin” - you sigh to yourself, picturing how gorgeous she looked today.
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Saturday came around and you just couldn’t wait for it to be time to go to the store. You knew it would probably be obvious that you were showing up just to see her but you couldn’t care less. You put on your favorite jeans with a tank top that makes your chest look irresistible. You wear your platforms docs and a leather jacket, even put on some make up. Is it too much for the grocery store? Perhaps, but you need to impress this woman. If not now, when?
You wanted to make Arancini, a delicious Sicilian appetizer that you loved eating back home in New York. Once again, you browse the aisles slowly, hoping to see Melissa, or Mel, like you were already calling her in your head. You were looking at the different types of rice, you bend down to pick up a packet of Arborio and as you reach for it, a raspy voice startles you.
“Making risotto, hon?” - the redhead says, as she looks up and down at your figure, maybe it was you being hopeful but it seemed as if she was checking you out.
“Arancini, actually’ - you say with a smile.
“Oh woman after my own heart” - she says as she gets closer to you.
“I have actually never made them, but they remind me of home and I want to try and make some similar to the ones I used to eat back in Brooklyn” - you shared with the redhead, suddenly realizing you might have overshared and she might not care at all about your nostalgia and homesickness.
“Lucky for you I have a really good recipe, I can share it with you” - Melissa gets closer to you and firmly grabs your arm “If you share it with anyone I’ll come find you”. - You freeze, not in fear but in want, shivers running through your body at the contact.
She lets go and there was again, that wicked smile, she winks at you and gestures for you to follow her.
“Oh, that would be amazing” - your eyes light up and she can see how happy her offer made you.
She helps you find all the ingredients you need for her recipe. Browsing around this small grocery store with this beautiful woman seemed like a dream to you. Her scent, her voice, her smile, the passion with which she talks about food. She explains step baby step what to do and how to do it, giving you tips and tricks in order to make the most delicious dish. You struggle to retain the information, too focused on the way her glossy lips move. It doesn’t go without notice but Melissa pretends she doesn’t realize it as she continues walking down the aisles and throwing things in your cart. After half an hour or so the shopping is done and your heart feels heavy. You are going to pay and go away and probably not see her in a while, even if it is another week, it sounds like too long for you.
“You are all set, hon” - she gives you a smile that makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter. “Here, give me your phone, I’ll give you my number in case you need any help with the recipe or to thank me when you have a food orgasm thanks to it”.
“Orgasm orgasm orgasm” - the only word sounding in your head, the way it fell of her mouth had your mind going places it shouldn’t.
“Hey, went on a trip there?” - Melissa snaps your fingers at you bringing you back to reality.
“Ah yes, my phone” - you said handing her the device and watching attentively as she puts her digits on your phone.
“Well, thank you, Ms. Schemmenti, I’ll make sure to let you know how they came out”
“I’ll be waiting, hon” - she says as she smiles at you and you stand there, frozen, blocking the line with your cart, the cashier complaining and telling you to move.
“Oh, yes, I better go, bye Melissa”
“Bye, gorgeous”
Gorgeous? She called you gorgeous. Your eyes widen and you quickly get back to your cart, you want to scream but you don’t want anyone to see you. She called you gorgeous? Whoa.
You get back home, ready to start on her recipe, looking at your phone, your head doing mental gymnastics, trying to figure out what excuse you could use to text her. You figure you should cook first, not be too intense, you just saw her 15 mins ago for fucks sake.
You follow step by step her directions, so scared of messing it up, as if she were to try them. You have never been happier to cook anything. You wonder how they would taste if she were to make them. You move quickly through all the steps, wanting to finish as soon as possible. One because you want to try this deliciousness and two, because you cant wait to text her.
You finish them and you gotta say you are quite proud of yourself, you don’t know how they taste yet, but they look really good. You wonder whether you should try them first and let her know, or whether you should send her a picture. You settle for a bolder idea, quite harmless if she doesn’t like you in that way, but kinda flirty if she does feel attracted to you.
You retouch your make up and push up your boobs, feeling a little slutty but thats the point, no?
You set your phone in front of you and your plate of arancini. Taking one of the balls in your hand, you said to the camera. “Well, I figured that after giving me your secret recipe, you at least deserved a live reaction.” You smile to the camera and bring the ball to your mouth, your teeth parting the crunchy exterior as its inside melted in your mouth. “Mmmmmhhhh”, you let out a low moan, as an expression of the pure joy and satisfaction that bite gave you. The delicious taste of the dish was really flooding your senses, your eyes rolling and mouth falling open, but you remember you are recording yourself for her and quickly regain your composure. “Well, I guess, you are going to be able to tell that was incredible. I am going to have to ask you for more recipes”. You stop recording and wonder if that was too much, hell your face while taking a bite of the food looks pornographic. A wave of courage takes over you and you press send, then you get hit by a wave of anxiety.
It has been ten minuted and Melissa has not replied. You pace around your house, slowly losing your mind, your body shaking.
A few seconds later, your phone lights up. The name Melissa Schemmenti popping on your screen.
“Oh my, sweetheart, if you make those faces every time you eat my food, I am going to have to invite you over for dinner.”
“Anytime, gorgeous” - You said as you throw your phone on the couch, you figure if she called you that, there is no harm in using it on her.
“I am going to fill you up so well”
Your eyes widen at her reply, oh it is on!
“Can’t wait, Schemmenti” - you type as you bite your lower lip and run around of pure excitement.
“My place, Saturday, at 7pm”
“Wouldn’t miss the chance to get a taste of your flavors.”
You send the last text and your face is red as a tomato, you can’t believe what you just said but you are so glad you did. Your mind is racing with thoughts about what is possibly going to happen this Saturday. How did everything escalate so quickly? Was everything on your mind? She was flirting right? RIGHT? You sigh and decide to try and distract yourself. Whatever it was, you will get to spend an evening with the redhead.
#wlw fanfic#abbott elementary#melissa schemmenti x reader#melissa schemmenti/reader#melissa schemmenti x y/n#read on a03#schemmentisbranzino#lisa ann walter
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do you think you could write a luke x y/n friends to lovers based on too sweet by hozier? Maybe have it be a little angsty like someone tells him he’s not good enough and so he distances himself. I really love your writing and feel like you would write it beautifully.
Too Sweet Pt.1
Thank you so much for this request I loved this idea its so cutie im so sorry it took so long for me to make but hopefully Ive done it justice this one is a bit short but I kinda reallyyyyy wanted to put it into separate parts (which i swear wont take as long but it will be longer cus i gotta get that juicy angst in better!!!)
Hot.
That's all I felt as I was training, That's all I ever feel when I train with Luke. Not because he’s insanely hot himself but he has to put his all into everything even if I ask for practice with sparing. I'm crouched down a bit less like a fighter's stance as Luke has already got me winded but I try to hold up my tough gaze as he stands in front of me mirroring my stance except he's not tired at all it looks like he has even lifted a finger but this is our third go and unsurprisingly he's won every time so far. “Y/N/N are you sure you don't wanna give up? I'm not sure I can watch your face get all sad when you lose again.” He’s smirking as he talks and for a second he puts his hand on his chest to fain sadness about me. In that split second, I take the opportunity to try to tackle him to the ground.
He lets out a surprised Oof before he hits the ground I try to grab his hands to pin them down “I'm not so sure Luke I think you be pulling your sore loser face” Of course I didn't learn from Luke as my talking got me too distracted as Luke flips us over and now he's pinning me down into the dirt. He simply smirks and does a little tilt of his head pretty much signaling id lost. He stood before holding out his hand for me to get up which I gladly took from him. “Luke, I asked for practice. I thought you were going to go a little easy… I'm gonna have to sleep early or I'm gonna be so sore.” Discomfort on my face as I brush the dirt off my shorts and shirt “About that…” Luke says with a certain tone I've learned means ‘I'm gonna try really hard to convince you to do something you're really not gonna wanna do’ “Oh god what is it, Luke…?” A mischievous look spread across his face “Apollo kids are having a small lake party tonight and I was thinking I could take you” I let out a taut laugh before squinting my eyes playfully at him “Weren't you already out partying last night! Chris was telling me all about it!” I watched his face flush a bit as he stood there watching me talk before stammering his words “Wait- when did you see Chris today I wasn't with you??” I narrow my eyes at him a bit “This morning I went on a walk and I ran into him yknow you're not denying it soooo i'm right you did go out…?”
He gets up from leaning against a pillar to come put his arm around my shoulders and start walking out of the arena “Well yes.. But! I wasn't hanging out with my best friend so that's why I'm telling you that you gotta come out this time!”
“Luke you're always out so much lately don't you think YOU especially should rest, oh so great swordsman!” I clasp my hands to my chest whilst looking up through my lashes at him. He lets out something between a laugh and a scoff “You know that I do this all the time you're the one who always stays cooped inside her cabin almost all day usually!” Our steps absentmindedly got slower as we approached my cabin “I don't know Luke… I promised I was going to hang out with my siblings tomorrow and if I party with you I might forget or sleep in'' He opened his mouth to rebuttal me but I quickly cut him off “And andddd! You know I don't like to drink. I'm too nervous about being caught!”
We finally got to my cabin but I stood outside because I knew Luke wouldn't be satisfied unless I let him try to convince me one last time. “For one, You see your siblings every day you live with them. Plus I know some of your siblings are coming tonight anyway!” I go to open my mouth ready to shut him down already but before I had the chance Luke swiftly made sure to playfully cover my mouth with his hand before tsking at me and putting his finger to his lips shushing me “Ahem as I was saying YN, I'll be with you the whole time you can rely on me the whole time, just go this once for me and if you hate it I'll never force you to come again!”
He lowered his hand from his mouth to reveal my lips in an exaggerated frown. He let out a loud laugh before huffing out what sounded like ‘Oh c'mon now’ but it fell on deaf ears as his fingers went to my sides to get me to let out a laugh (well more than just one) I laughed so hard at his relentless tickles hunching myself onto him before we heard the laughs of my sibling behind and Luke turned back into a stoic statue practically I let my laughter die awkwardly as he separated from me. Rocking back and forth on my heels I look back at him “Well okay I guess I'll think about it… but this isn't a yes okay!!” He let out a small chuckle before slowly starting to walk backwards “I’ll see you later tonight” he flipped around completely to start walking away I let out a small laugh turning away to walk to my cabin door before something dawned on me, I flip around and yell back out to him “Wait Luke how will I know where to go!!” He turns back to me putting his hands behind his head with a sort of arrogant smirk on his face
“Don't worry about it, I am a messenger aren't I?”
#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan#luke castellan fic#luke castellan fluff#luke castellan angst#pjo x reader
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I'm down bad for mark+ celebrities au 👩❤️💋👩
thinking 'bout you
pairing | idol!mark x idol!reader
genre | celebrity co-hosts au (if that’s a thing), a lot of fluff and comforting, mark addressed reader as dude once
wc | 0.6k
notes | thank u sm for requesting on my drabble event hehe <33 i hope you enjoy reading this and hopefully its along the lines of what you wanted !! likes, rbs, and feedback are highly appreciated :D
this is part of my drabble req event here!
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as one of the hosts for the year-end awards event, you are currently residing backstage in a location grander than any you have ever seen. and though the outfit assigned to you looks absolutely pristine, it does little in actually giving you comfort to last the entire night.
in your hands are cue cards you’ve been practicing nonstop for the past few days, now feeling anxious as the time ticks closer to the actual event. this was a ceremony broadcasted nation-wide and you didn’t wish to be deadweight your co-host needed to pick up.
“y/n, you ready?” a voice abruptly brings you out of your thoughts, turning towards its direction to find mark calmly approaching you. he was your chosen co-host for the event with a few years more experience than you. this gave you all the more reason to hate the idea of messing up and becoming a fool in front of someone like him. “hey… are you good?”
“hm? yeah, i’m fine. just a little nervous, but i won’t let you down!” your determination is oddly enough endearing to him, a lopsided smile now grazing his lips.
“i know you wont, y/n.” he answers back with a soft chuckle, the sound of it easing the tensions within you. “come on now, you were chosen as a host for a reason.” he adds, nudging your shoulder lightly.
“thank you for the flattery, but if i may ask, how do you look so relaxed all the time? i wish i were like you.” you admit with a sheepish expression, and he looks at you a little dumbfounded.
“me?” he points at himself almost animatedly, eyes widening. “oh dude, if you knew what’s going on inside my head right now- i think you’d say otherwise.”
he puts it lightheartedly, but deep down, you understand he’s rather in the same predicament as you, trying to find a form of relief from the panic before the event actually began. and for some reason, that revelation calmed you down more than anything has — you weren’t alone in this. he’s your co-host after all.
“then that makes both of us.” you state with the hopes of providing him that same comfort, and he seems to acknowledge the meaning behind your words. “it does.”
“you know,” he starts, “i’ve heard that thinking about someone you like really helps the stage fright. i used to only think of my parents before going up on stage, but maybe i’ll change it up today and think of someone else.”
you feel a prickle of heat up your cheeks, thoughts in your head running the idea that he could be talking about you, but your logical self told you that could only be utter nonsense.
“you’ll change it up today…?” you repeat slowly, wanting clarification on his words. “does that mindset really work?”
“it does if you believe in it enough? does that sound silly?” he cranes his head a little to the side, shyly rubbing his nape.
you immediately shut down his worries, shaking your head. “not at all! i’ll try it if you say it works. i just don’t know if i have anyone in mind yet.” with that answer, he beams again, opening his mouth to reply but one of the staff members manages to speak before he gets to utter a single word.
“y/n, mark, it’s time to head up. please make sure you bring your cue cards.” they instruct, now waiting on you both to lead you up the stage.
“oh- well then, shall we?” he politely offers his arm out for you to hold, one you take graciously.
“we shall.” you answer with a grin, knowing you’d take mark’s advice to think of a person you like as a way to calm your nerves, and that person might just be him.
#lelengerine drabble event#nct fluff#nct dream fluff#nct angst#nct dream angst#mark fluff#mark lee fluff#nct imagines#nct dream imagines#nct dream drabbles#mark angst#mark lee angst#nct 127 fluff#nct 127 angst#nct 127 imagines#nct 127 drabbles
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Would you mind doing something based on this by wuyi1551
(@wuyi1551 looks like I have another request from your wonderful art! Hopefully I did this well for you)
“Why wouldnt you want to leave your money to me?” Cinder asked as she took another sip from her wine. “If we were to get married, that would be the best way to make sure your wealth is used, right?”
Raven gently swirled the wine around in her glass and smirked a bit as she sat the wine glass down. “Yes, but remember, if I were to get married to you, it would be for the benefits we’d get as a couple, not because I love you. And besides, if I were to give you a cent of anything I had, then I’d have to make sure my daughter and the rest of her family would get something too. While it would be amusing to write a will where no one gets anything, I… I still have my own shortcomings I need to make up for and giving my money away to charity will help clear things up.”
“So this would be a marriage of opportunity and not love?”
“Oh, I still love you, but this world isnt meant for those who wish to be single.”
Cinder rolled her eyes. “Just like this world isnt for those who are weak? I know exactly how you’ve amassed the fortune you have and it wont take long for someone to realize that everything you have was taken from those you deem as weak. Giving it away will only open you up to that kind of investigation, even if you’re dead. Do you really want that kind of legacy to be left behind about you? You’ve taken strides to remove yourself from that old Bandit Queen title you had, do you really want to bring it back?”
“But for all this talk of love, are you sure its me that you love and not the benefits of being with me?” Raven sliced into the chicken on her plate, her eyes locked on Cinder. “You never once have told me you love me, and now that we’re thinking hypothetically of marriage, you only seem to be concerned about my money and not about your love for me. So tell me, Cinder, do you love me?”
“You know exactly why we’re getting married,” Cinder said as she clutched her burned arm, reeling at the remembrance of why it was scarred. “Mother feels like I’m the only “daughter” she has that she can consider expendable. That putting giving me to you will be the only way she’ll be able to keep her influence going in Mistral while her other daughters are married off to suitors in Atlas. Suitors of their choosing.”
“Then lets spend the rest of our night enjoying ourselves and then we can go our separate ways.”
Cinder looked up at Raven with a small smile as she lifted her wine glass and gently pressed it against Raven’s. She took another sip from her wine as the lights around her started to spin and her eyes started to feel droopy. Her cheeks felt warm to the touch, which didnt surprise her much as she checked the wine bottle, realizing it was the third one the duo had gone through. And before she knew it, she closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair.
Morning came rough for her as she groaned and woke up, stiff and sore from the night before. She sat up and paused when she couldnt move her arms from infront of her, the feeling of silk gloves over her hands and arms causing her to panic as she groggily got up. She nearly slipped off the bed as she stood up, only to be stopped by Raven’s hand.
“Please dont move around too much, you’ll ruin your dress.”
Cinder glared at Raven, her eyes glancing down at the white wedding dress she wore. “What do you think you’re doing?!”
“Taking you as a bride,” Raven answered with a grin. “I *am* still a bandit queen and I take what I like. And while I still dont like your intentions, I like you. So, I’m going to take you.”
“You cant just take me! Mother will be expecting a marriage contract-”
“And you already signed one.” Raven grinned and pulled out a piece of paper tucked away in her cleavage. “And as far as anyone is concerned it was your idea.”
Cinder’s eyes widened as she read the contract in front of her, stating that she would give up any claim to Raven’s money and be solely hers. “I-I didnt sign this!”
“Not yet, but you will,” Raven said as she folded the paper up again. “You have two choices in front of you: be mine and give up any thoughts of being anything but mine, or I can let you go back to Atlas to your mother and let you take whatever punishment she’ll give you for letting me go.”
Cinder glared and tried to snap at Raven, only to feel her teeth sink into a cloth that Raven held out in front of her. She tried to pull away until Raven pulled her back and tied it behind Cinder’s hend, gagging her.
“That’s not how a bride-to-be should act. And since we both know that you’ll never go back to your mother, there really isnt much of a choice, is there?”
Cinder quit fighting as she watched Raven tie a lead to the ropes around her wrists, all hope starting to fade as she was pulled along. Today would mark her first day as Raven Branwen’s wife, a decision that was no longer hers to make.
#rwby#raven branwen#cinder fall#drabble#angsty drabble#hellbirds#rwby hellbirds#a branwen's wife#a branwen's wife au
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Jailbird
summary in the wrong place at the wrong time. caught holding the bag. what rotten luck you have! hauled in on a 24-hour hold, how are you going to survive? will your boyfriend bail you out or leave you high and dry?
warnings cursing, illegal drug sales, mentions of underage drug use
word count 1,403
note based on a request: "Could I request something with eddie munson where his sweet innocent type girlfriend gets arrested because of something someone else did? Like shes being framed and didnt actually do anything and he has to figure out how to get her out of jail because he knows her fragile self wont last in there."
ok, but this is just genius! and quite frankly i think it's great. i've only made a few changes
As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!
Bouncing his leg, he looked at his watch as he sat on the edge of his bed.
1:47am. Where were you?
The phone rang. Eddie flying up and rushing to the phone, practically ripping it from the wall.
"Baby? That you?" he asked tensely.
"E-Eddie?" you voice quivered from the other end of the line.
He let out a huge exaggerated sigh, knees bending and threatening to give out under him.
"Baby!" he groaned in relief, a hand pressed flat to the wall above the phone. "Where the hell are you?"
"You were supposed to be back, remember?" He prompted, pressure in his voice.
"I... I'm in jail...." you practically whispered.
"What?!" Eddie shouted through the phone.
You winced holding the phone away from your ear.
"What happened?!" He yelled, not lowering his tone one bit.
There was a pause as you inhaled.
"Um... there was a wrinkle at Rick's house..." you spoke slowly.
Not good.
Grimacing, pulling his hand into a tight fist Eddie seethed, pounding the wall.
"What was that?" you jumped.
"Nothing..." he grumbled, "You ok?"
"Y-yah..." you looked around the station, "Uh.... I'm ok. But uh, Eds. I can't exactly call my parents about this."
Resting his forehead against the wall he sighed, "yeah I get it."
"Can you bail me out?" you asked hopefully.
"Lemme see what I can do ok?" Eddie replied.
"Ok. I uh... gotta go." You parted, hanging up.
Eddie stared at the receiver shoulders slumping.
"Son of a bitch!" he cursed, throwing several frustrated punches at the air.
You were at the Hawkins Police Station for what felt like ages.
Scared stiff. Trying to remain as calm as possible in your little corner of the cell they walked you into.
You were doing pretty well considering this was the first time that you had been jailed.
... That was until Officer Callahan brought in a pair of cellmates for you around quarter after 2am.
These two women were drunk and angry at one another. One sitting near you. The other sitting at the opposite end of the cell.
Their voices raised and echoing off the painted cinderblock walls as their dispute resumed from where it had been paused earlier.
You covered your ears and tucked up your knees, trying to be as small and unimposing as possible. Maybe they'd just eat each other whole and they wouldn't even notice you?
Suddenly a hand was on your shoulder. Sharp acrylics digging into your skin.
"Darla would you shut the fuck up?! Look! You're scaring the poor kid!" the ashy blonde rasped with a hefty cough.
"Like hell, Fran!" the younger woman with curly black hair retorted, "Kid's just a wimp! Do her some good to hear a real argument!"
Fran's nails raked up and down your spine, making you shiver with discomfort.
"Darla don't be such a bitch... look at her! She looks like a kicked pup!"
Their argument began to shift, becoming about you and your wellbeing without ever directly addressing you.
You had no idea how long their arguing went on for before Callahan finally came back, a cruller in hand.
"Ey!" he chewed thickly, "Ock it off... please?"
The women eyed each other hotly, and sat down. Fran sitting next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
Things finally settled as time continued to tick by. The women growing drowsy.
Fran falling asleep across your lap, stretched comfortably across the bench you shared. You didn't dare move for fear of waking her. Your back growing stiff and your tailbone beginning to ache.
What time was it? The night had to be nearly over... Your parents were going to blow a gasket if you weren't at the breakfast table.
Your father ran a tight ship. Your parents didn't even know you were seeing Eddie... as you conveniently slipped away on nights when your mother had book club or your father was at the VFW.
Speaking of... Had Eddie forgotten about you?
Was it that bad?
Of course it was.
You had seen things on the news... Heard the sound bites that President Reagan and your local politicians pushed.
Drugs were a menace. They needed to be wiped out. That there would be no sympathy. For anyone.
The earliest twinges of sunlight were rising on the horizon.
He wasn't coming.
You were marked. Another bad seed. Into the system.
You tilted your head back, sniveling. Trying to stave off the tears. But it wasn't working.
Your life was in shambles.
BAM BAM BAM
"Y/N?" a voice bellowed, followed by the distinct but rude wrapping of metal rings on a laminated countertop.
BAM BAM BAM
"YYYYYY/NNNNNNN?!?!" the voice yelled again, singing it out desperately. "Baby you back there?!"
"Hey you can't just come back here! — Wait a sec...!" Callahan shouted from down the hall, falling out of his chair. His feet sliding off the top of his desk in a frenzy to catch up. Tripping over himself.
You perked up, wiping at your eyes. "Eddie?"
He popped his head around the corner, caramel eyes softening as they washed over you.
"Hey babes."
"Eddie!" you hiccuped pathetically, shoulders trembling.
A hand grasped Eddie by the shoulder.
"Hey!" Officer Callahan wheezed, "You can't be back here..."
"But officer..." Eddie pled, "My girl has no business being behind those bars. It's cruel really..."
Your lower lip wobbled pitifully with hope as Eddie poured on the charm.
"It's just a case of wrong place wrong time... innit that right baby?" he cooed over his shoulder. You nodded furiously in response.
Callahan stretched his back, a creak in his spine pulling a wince on his face.
"Now I know you may think your girlfriend is an angel but we found marijuana on her..." he stated, "federal weight..."
Eddie paused, chewing his tongue as if this information were entirely foreign to his ears.
Nodding his head side to side, Eddie waved the officer to lean in closer.
"So you're telling me... that in your youth... you never once got stopped for weed?" Eddie charged, clasping a hand under his chin in thought.
Callahan paused, his eyes flitting from Eddie's face to yours and then back.
"Well I... " he began.
Eddie held up a hand. "So you're going to let this child..." he motioned to you. "This pristine example of Hawkins' future be ruined... for having weed?" he emphasized, eyes narrowing in feigned disappointment.
Callahan looked at you. You tried to muster up as much of a pitiable face as you could. Sniffing and letting a stray tear run down your cheek.
The officer groaned, pinching his nose, his glasses sliding up his face.
"Alright..." Callahan whined in exasperation, relenting. "But you better not tell a soul I let her out of here..."
He stared at Eddie. Then pointing two fingers at his eyes and reflecting them at you.
You nodded gratefully as he went to get the keys.
Stepping up to the bars Eddie grinned devilishly, arms crossed in triumph.
"You didn't think I was coming... did you?" he accused, tipping his head down, looking at you over the bridge of his nose.
Your face flushed as you quickly darted your eyes away.
"Eds... 'm sorry..." you mumbled tapping the toes of your shoes together.
He leaned against the bars, "S'ok baby... one lil mishap ain't gonna set me back too far. I got ways to make it up."
"And you can make it up too..." he hummed, biting at the pad of his thumb, eyes batting at you.
"Not the time..." you whined half-heartedly.
He smiled shyly.
"So aren't you gonna introduce me to your new friend?" Eddie pointed at the still dozing woman, who's head was in your lap.
You blushed, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.
"Uh... this is Fran... it's a long story." you giggled.
Callahan returned with the keys, and fetched you from the cell.
After a few signatures and some light finger waggling you hopped into Eddie's van to get you home before your alarm clock would go off.
Parking around the block, you stole a handful of kisses before slinking back in through your window and under the covers.
"Did you have sweet dreams?" your mother asked, at the breakfast table.
"Y'know... at first it seemed like a nightmare... but yeah... they were pretty sweet." you replied thoughtfully, scooping a piece of melon from the rind before taking a bite.
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safety tips for victims of abuse that’ve helped me
safety plans are essential when dealing with abuse and although not everyone has the same level of situations, i make this post to share what i did that helped me get through and hopefully help you or even give you ideas.
while you are still living with your abuser(s) + preparing to leave:
get an envelope or folder that holds all of your important documents and items:
spare car keys
social security card
birth certificate
pay stubs
insurance cards
proof of pet care/ownership.
a usb with evidence of abuse, receipts of animal care (more info in respective categories below) *
look up trusted homeless shelters. write down the phone numbers and addresses. if you have a pet, there are shelters who support domestic violence victims and take pets in while you take care of yourself first. keep this paper in the envelope.
paper is important. your phone may be out of battery or when you’re far from home, you have no service/data.
note: dialing 911 is always free at pay phones
- prepare a bag for an emergency escape
keep the following items:
extra pants, shirt, undergarments for you and the children
toothbrush, toothpaste
cash (gas, food…)
chargers
medication for you and your companions
car keys, bus card
the papers with written resources we prepared beforehand.
the usb
if you have pets: water bottles, food in a carryon, collar, leash!
- keep your safety bag in an easy access place so you can grab it in a hurry. in a car, in the backyard, a friends or neighbors house, workplace, gym locker, etc. if this isn’t possible, don’t worry. getting out safely is much more important.
things to record for evidence of abuse:
photos of inflicted wounds
photos of items damaged by abuser
a journal where you wrote about your experiences
screenshots/saved text messages, voicemails, letters, voice recordings, emails of threats
if you were treated at a hospital for your injuries, keep a copy of those records.
* keep these on a usb or online drive so that it’s easily accessible for the police to have.
- tell someone you trust about what you’re going through. ask if their place is always opened to you in situations of distress. don’t be scared to ask for help especially when it comes to your safety. i was afraid to open up as well but once i did, i felt better because i was seen and felt secure. it was nonsense to feel that way. they will be really happy to help you.
- in situations where the abuser has a hot and cold, unpredictable behavior:
try to make sense of their abusive patterns and triggers. take notice of the signs so you can get yourself and others to safety.
make sure you develop coping skills that work for you, know where to be in the house, away from any stashed weapons.
avoid the kitchen, garage, backyard— any rooms where there are hard floors & table corners.
pitch in an idea to get a carpet in the main room just in case a violent situation occurs.
when you’re at home, take off any restrictive clothing & long, easy to reach jewelry so your abuser won’t use it to hurt you.
- when violence occurs,
protect yourself without fighting back. make yourself small. curl up into a ball, in a corner: put your head into your knees & arms, block your temples.
try your best to not run towards the children and animals as their next target will be them too.
create a code phase like “did you call earlier? i’m sorry i missed it.” or “i made your favorite. would you like some packed?” with a trusted neighbor if you need a hand calling for the police. try to make it look like you call them time to time in leisure so that it doesn’t seem off to your abuser(s).
- if you have left and your abuser is on your tail, dial the police and ask them to stay on call with you in case you need help.
- when escaping, try to be unpredictable; leave when your abuser least expects it
be sure to not leave any hints of where you will be going,
go to a place where they wont be likely to find you but is also a place where you feel safe and comfortable.
- if your abuser was arrested, ask if they will be held in custody + expected release date. give the police any information so they can make use of it for the release conditions. keep a copy of this information.
if you have animals:
abusers can also threaten your animal(s) to hold leverage over you & further prove that they’re in control. there’s a chance where you may have to prove ownership and care of the pet,
gather: bills and receipts (grooming, vet appointments, emergency visits) that you have paid for under your name, photos, videos of training, caregiving and place them on a USB or an online drive (google drive, email, etc) *
in this usb you can also have your resume, working permit, any other important things on your devices.
if it’s possible in your state, try to get your animals under your protection order.
read this article for more information on animal and family violence to help you out more.
if you have children:
create a code word with them so they know when to call for help. review this with them frequently in private so that they remember.
teach them how to use a phone and what number(s) to dial + what to say. for other contacts, keep a paper with the numbers in handy. again, review this procedure with them frequently.
make sure they know to keep the game/procedure between you and them!
tell them that it’s not their fault this is happening. educate them on why the behavior they receive is not right.
EXTRA TIPS
if you have a car, make sure you always have at least a half tank of gas.
consider buying safety/medical alert alarms, defense kits, portable door locks, a security door alarm wedge for when you reach your temporary safe place or live alone.
find out ways you can pull out of the driveway easily, make sure you aren’t blocked by any chance.
make use of the speed dial options on your phone.
make it a habit to delete your browsing history of anything that will rise suspicions
if you find this post helpful, review this post frequently so you can remember the information and be well prepared and bookmark/print this post and store it under a false name or the envelope.
open up a bank account in your own name to increase independency.
things to remember:
you are not obligated to stay with anyone / in any situation where you are emotionally/physically abused no matter how long you’ve known them and the bond you used to have.
no one deserves to be abused. nothing is ever your fault. you’re seen. you are so much more than how you are treated. i love you. you. are. loved.
don’t condition or down play your trauma and experiences. don’t compare yourself to others. no one’s situation is “worse” than another’s — all and any forms of traumatic experiences are equally important and deserve undivided, careful attention.
listen to your gut. if you feel the sudden, most important urge not to enter a room, say the next thought, or that you should leave, do it. don’t hesitate. you can figure out the reason later.
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A Demon-Vamp side story; Truth/Conclusion.
My eyes flutter as my mind slowly comes back into consciousness. I groan as I try to sit up again, my body feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds. What happened? I rubbed the back of my neck as I sat up, trying to recall the last of the details. I had woken up this morning, like always..then it hit me like a bolder......we got attacked....the hellhounds! I ended up in Gabriel's house! It all came rushing back. I looked around the room; it seemed like I had fallen out of my chair. I noticed Gabriel cleaning something up in the kitchen, he soon took notice of me.
"Grace!!! Thank goodness you're awake!"
he set down a plate and came over to me, looking up and down as if examining me.
Nnnn.....urg, what happened?
"You passed out right after I gave you that drink." he replied
Oh.
I begin rubbing my sore head as Gabriel sighs.
"Grace...there's something I have to tell you." he said with a sad expression.
What is it? Why do you look like you're upset?
"......something happened in those woods. After you fought the hellhounds. Someone was standing beside you. I just happened to be flying by. I couldn't get a clear glimpse and the moment I got closer, they ran away. whoever he was...he saved your life. You know there's NO cure for a hellhound wound, and you know you should've died that night. And....in a way.... you did."
I look at him starting to get a little annoyed.
What are you talking about? You're not making any sense!
He sighs.
"What I'm trying to say is- ...Whoever that was, whatever his reason to save you, it wasn't just anyone."
he falls silent, the words so hard to say.
"Grace.....you've been turned into a vampire."
I froze. the words felt like lightning.
Wh-What...? But- It- That's impossible! I-It can't be...There's no such thing as-!
before I could finish, I noticed Gabriel looked a little offended.
S-Sorry. I didn't mean it like that.
"Grace, whether you like it or not, it is possible, and it did happen to you."
my heart started to feel like it was going a hundred miles an hour, my hands started to shake, my eyes frantically darted around this way and that. Gabriel grabbed my cheek and carefully turned my head to look at him.
"calm down..." he says softly "those are just your heightened senses kicking in"
I glare at him.
Heightened senses?? I grab his shirt, annoyed, as I start to yell
I already HAVE ADHD, how much MORE heightened do my senses need to be???
my anger slowly turns to sadness as a subtle but painful thought sets in.
I-If...I really AM a vampire, then that means that-.......that means I-.....tears begin to swell as I gasp
I-I'll have to-......Gabriel frowns with a sad look in his eyes right as he pulls me into a hug.
I-I'm scared Gabriel.... I don't want to hurt anyone...
"Hey....I know. Everything's going to be ok. I have a friend who has resources that will help you. You wont ever have to hurt anyone. I promise."
he smiles as he slowly lets go.
"Now, why don't you go wash up and get into a clean change of clothes?" he smells the air as he gives me a look of disgust.
"You reek of hellhound ash."
I look up at him a little sadly before nodding my head.
"There should be a few clean clothes in box in my closet leftover from my mom, one of those is bound to fit you."
Yeah......ok.
I get up and give him one last sad look as I walk to the bathroom, contemplating the news of my new reality.
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I've been getting a few small ideas for some mini demon-vamp, self-insert comics, but I had a feeling I should wrap up the previous comic I made first; I decided to write it out instead of drawing it because it does feel more like banter than anything really significant happening (and it would take awhile lol)
I'm not that good at writing, but hopefully it's ok ^^
I tried my best to stick to the main story's events while still keeping it different enough to be its own thing
As always, the original demon-vamp au is by @koko-doodle , so go check it out!
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dream taking reader from the back while Friends by Chase Atlantic is playing in the background 👀
-also may I be 🪐 anon? if not that's absolutely fine! ly stay safe!
yooo ive been working on so many things i forgot i finished this one! hopefully its how you wanted it to be cause im v proud of it. heavy angst in the beginning but it ends with rough smut and fluff
Just tell me what youre doin with that other guy
Your friends had invited you to a party, you didnt want to be here but your most recent boy toy, quackity, had insisted that you both go because he wanted to show you off. As soon as you both got there however, he ran off with some of his friends, leaving you to stand around with your absolutely plastered group of girl friends. They all kept talking about this one guy on the other side of the room who they said was “bad news”. You had no idea who they were talking about until your eyes met.
“I bet i could get in his pants first, i dont care how bad of an idea it is.” says one of your friends.
All of your girlfriends are wasted, they want it, they chase it
You couldnt just let her say that about him, as much as you were mad at him you couldnt stand her degrading him like that.
“Actually him and i used to mess around, i kinda miss him to be honest….he was always so sweet and perfect to me.” you retaliate to your friends humiliating comment about the guy you regret losing.
“Youre joking. You do know hes literally the biggest fuckboy ever. Theres no way in hell im even letting you go near him tonight, besides you have quackity now.” gemma said, she may be wasted but she was always the mom of the group. You sigh and go back to your solo cup full of whatever clear alcohol you poured into it earlier.
All of your friends have been here for to long, they must be waiting for you to move on
Gemma continued to watch you for the next several hours until your eyes caught his again. Dream was a fitting name for him, he was like a dream come true for you with his dirty blonde hair and soft, freckled covered face. He always towered over you but it made you feel safe.
Girl, im not with it, im way to far gone
As your eyes met you could tell he was gone, his eyes devouring your skin as if he could still see what you looked like beneath your small skirt and crop top. You shudder at his predatory gaze before he gestures up the stairs and walks away, leaving you shuddering and trying to figure out what he was up to.
“Hey, im gonna run to the kitchen for a drink, ill be back in a sec.” you said and gemma nodded as you quickly make your way through the crowded space and up the stairs.
Heart on your sleeve like youve never been loved
You couldnt lie, you really didnt like quackity but after everything went downhill with dream you just needed someone to be there for you and he happened to walk in at the wrong time. As you get to the top of the stairs, dream pulls you quickly into a bathroom and locks the door before pressing you against it.
Runnin in circles now look what youve done
He looked a mess, eyes puffy and red, obviously not all there after drinking so much.
“Look what youve done to me, really look at it. I havent been the same since i let you go, i made a mistake. Please...please come back.” youve never seen him like this, begging for a second chance.
Give you my word as you take it and run
“How can i trust you wont hurt me again. You said that you would never hurt me then you went and did what you did. How do i know you arent lying?” he looks down, one hand reaching out to take yours.
“Let me prove it to you”
Wish youd let me stay, im ready now
“You cant just walk back into my life and expect me to just take you at your word or let you ‘make it up to me’. What you did tore me apart dream” your eyes go dark as you look at him with anger and sadness.
Just give me some time and space to realize
“After not being with you for so long, it made me realize how much i need you in my life” he looks at you with desperation
And what the hell were we? Tell me we werent just friends, this doesnt make much sense
“You told me that all we would ever be is friends when i told you how much i loved you, how much i still love you. After all of that, after all the tears ive spilled for you, you just expect to walk back in here and regain my love and trust?” you take his hand softly, “thats not how it works as bad as i want it to work that way.”
But im not hurt im tense, cause ill be fine without you, babe
“I lied, i told you i would be fine and that i didnt need your or love you like you love me but i lied. I was so scared of you leaving that i pushed you away. Please, just give me one more chance…” he looked so sad as he said that. Opening up was never one of his strong points so you took what he said to heart.
Wish youd let me stay, im ready now
“Then make it up to me.” you smirk at him as he looks up at you with wide eyes. “Make me forget everything you did to hurt me and maybe i'll give you another chance.” he smirks and his eyes go dark with lust before he pulls you from against the door and bends you over the sink. Your phone rings an you check to see who it is
Incoming call from: quackity
You toss your phone to the side quickly as dream starts to tug at your skirt, tugging it down quickly to see you had nothing on under it.
“Its like you came here ready for me to fuck you princess. Being so naughty with nothing on under this skimpy little skirt.” he slaps your ass hard and you lurch forward with a moan. He pulls your hands behind your back, pinning them there with one hand as the other starts to play with you, putting one finger in and pulling a moan from your throat. “Such pretty noises, god why did i ever let a perfect little thing like you go.” he adds a second finger and starts to thrust them relentlessly as you moan and beg from under him, the familiar tune of a song you played for him drifting up the stairs as you slowly come undone below him. He chuckles darkly before pulling his fingers out, dragging a whine from you before he quickly replaces it, thrusting into you all at once and setting a rough pace. He uses his free hand to tug you back by your hair and make you look in the mirror.
“Look at how much of a mess you are for me, no one else can make you feel like this princess, youre all mine.” he finishes his sentence with a particularly rough thrust that makes you scream out, coaxing an orgasm you didnt even know you were so close to out of you as he keeps going. You watch your form in the mirror, seeing how ruined you looked with tears running down your cheeks and ruined makeup. He laughs behind you before pulling you up to his chest and moving the hand that was pinning your behind your back to your throat, applying light pressure. You let out a silent moan and throw your head back before he leans down and bites it.
“Such a dirty girl, getting off on my hand around your neck” he puts more pressure on your neck before biting above his hand. Your eyes roll back as you cum around him again with a muffled scream. He pulls his hand from your neck and starts to bite and suck on it, his hips stuttering as he comes closer to his end. “S-so fucking good for me princess, never gonna let you go again” as he say that he fills you up with a gutteral moan and you throw your hands back to grip his hair. You both take a second to come down before he pulls out, causing you to whine before he helps you put your skirt back on and turns you to face him.
“Give me another chance?” he smiles softly at you.
“Only if you take me home.” he nods quickly and takes your hand, leading you down the stairs an past your friends and your “boyfriend”
“Hey babe, where are you going with that asshole?” quackity asks before trying to pull you away from dream.
“Actually quackity, we’re over...sorry!” with that, both you and dream rush out of the house and to his car before getting in. he takes you back to his apartment and you both curl up on the couch, you laying on his chest with a content smile as he pulls a blanket over the both of you. You fall asleep in his arms, knowing that it was just right.
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Rambling thoughts/analyses on each of the stills bc I’m procrastinating:
1. This is episode 4, so we might already be at Aubrey hall at this point (or maybe not I don’t think Violet would decorate with pinks???) He looks kind of angry and very horny so maybe this dance is right before or after a first kiss? Definitely not the first time they’ve danced though, just from body language. Also she doesnt have a dance card again! What does it all meannnn? Anyway I’m obsessed with the hands. Obsessed with his thumbs and her hair and how close his chest is to her back. The other hand looks like its hooking into her dress almost. Literally don’t know how just a picture can have that much tension. This picture is getting tattooed on my heart along with being pasted up on all my apartment walls.
2. Great possibilities with this one, especially since its episode 2. I assume theyre probably talking about Anthony’s courtship but I love the idea of this being connected to the Deadmund flashbacks. Maybe he taught each of them to fence? Maybe they’ll teach gregory and get emo that Deadmund couldn’t teach him? This shot really captures fun and nostalgia but maybe its just anthony huffing about miss sharma and taking it out on colin.
3. This one is...interesting? Like the wigs and outfits but I am interested in the location. Is this Eloise’s room? Pen has a reticule and she wouldnt have that in her own home right? It gives bluestocking or professor-y vibes, and it looks like they’re talking about something important. I know there’s a LW plotline, but maybe this is about Eloise’s subplot! In the books she refuses marriage three times her first season so they could be discussing that, or maybe it’s about Eloise’s involvement in a social movement. From what we have seen about extras and new characters it seems like a possibility. There are literally so many things it could be I’ll just stop rambling.
4. From the first episode! My guess is they are discussing “rakes” at the beginning of the episode, have guests, or are talking with Mary. Maybe discussing attending the Danbury ball. Kate seems casual but Edwina is very attentive and upright. Also NEWTON IS JUST FUCKING HUGE JESUS CHRIST. No doubts he could knock someone into a body of water with all that weight on him. Other thoughts: Kate’s wig looks weird but fucking whatever I don’t care. Charitha looks gorgeous and so Edwina. Kate has a lot of that dark teal color in her wardrobe and is giving much older vibes.
5. From episode three! CVD said something on twitter that made it seem like this was the Aubrey Hall study. Interested by their facial expressions. Daphne’s concerned and he looks weirdly chipper. Probably talking about matchmaking or Kate. Maybe she’s upset he doesn’t want a love match and is telling everyone, or saying that Edwina and him won’t suit. Hopefully Daphne won’t find out about the premarital kiss. regardless she must be most heavily involved in the courtship, more than colin or benedict or even violet.
6. Episode...er I forget. This will be vague but I wonder what they’ll do with the queen this season? Obviously she’s still concerned with LW and maybe even the activism subplot that will be prevalent. Hopefully more with her and the king, bc she wont be invested in the romance like she was with Daphne and Simon. Whatever it is they’ll have to keep her on screen bc they have a whole show to promote about her soon!
7. Episode 1! I would think they’re lookin bejeweled for the debut in front of the queen? If not then for a ball, but that would mean they got their hands on some money. Either from the Featherington heir or maybe Pen used some whistledown $$$ like she did in the books. Anyway they lookin fly makes me wonder why Pen is still in her old yellow clothes in the still with Eloise. In other news if Mr finch and Phillipa dont get more screen time I’ll commit some netflix HQ arson.
8. Final pic is from ep 4! (Same as the dancing one hmm). They’d probably be at Aubrey Hall for shooting at least, and it’s interesting that Jack is there but not Colin! Love that we’ll get Kate/Ben content and Kate’s jaunty Danbury-like cap is immaculate. She’s wearing that teal-ish color again, going along with Anthony’s dark blues. It seems like the show is going hard on them being competitive what with Pall Mall, horse racing/riding, and now shooting. We know Anthony is kinda bad at shooting and I’m sure this will just be anther silly opportunity for Kate to show him up but I’m not like, that mad at it. I don’t think she’d actually be comfortable killing a real animal though. Maybe they’ll be clay. Anyway, I love the Kate is a jock content bc we know she doesnt like to read lol. It kind of makes more sense than Eloise being randomly great with guns.
All in all I’m so excited looking at these stills! I think at least some of my predictions will end up being right, and whether some of the topics, subplots, romances, whatever are tackled well or poorly remains to be seen until it’s in front of our faces. In the meantime it feels good to be excited and be overly analytical as I often like to be!
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The Perfect White Flower--and Other Nonexistent Things
a/n YALL THIS IS PROBABLY DUMB BUT I HAD THIS IDEA ABOUT A HARRY STYLES X READER FIC THATS BASED ON THE PLOT OF JANE THE VIRGIN AND I WANTED TO WRITE IT SO BADLY I MADE THIS ACCOUNT
disclaimer--wont follow the show exactly
Pairing: Harry Styles x latina! reader (a key factor of the show revolves around the lead being latina, and im latina and honestly love writing for us but anyone can still read and understand/hopefully enjoy and the fic doesn’t involve any physical descriptions:))
Series Summary: Y/n l/n has had the world figured out since she was a child. She won’t be a writer because it’s risky, she’ll just focus on school and becoming a teacher. She’s never been a child, because her mother had her at sixteen and hasn’t aged a single year since. That’s part of the reason the promise she made to her grandmother means so much to her--if she doesn’t have sex before marriage, her child will never have to grow up as quickly as she did. And Harry Styles is at the top of the world--his music has never been more successful, he has a lovely girlfriend, and he’s never been more in demand. He has everything in the world...except a child, and through a series of unbelievable events--y/n might be his only chance to have one. Ever.
Chapter One Summary: Who knew getting a pap smear on two hours of sleep and three cups of coffee was as bad as having unprotected sex?
There’s something dangerous about taking public transportation in LA. And no, I don’t mean it in the ‘there are bad people in the world’ type of way. I mean it in the ‘I live in one of the casual influencer, celebrity, tourist hubs of the world and each time I step onto the bus I find myself mesmerized by all the stories I see in them’ way. Kind of pathetic, I know, but sometimes a child with blonde pig tails or a woman streaming on instagram live will catch my eye and the urge to pull out my lap top and start something I’ll never finish.
I know that writing isn’t some kind of disease. But I can’t let myself fall in love with it the way I want to. There’s nothing wrong with writing a short story or two, but trying to write a novel? That’s impractical. It will distract me from school, from the four year plan I’m almost done with.
Sighing, I brave taking at my surroundings. I deserve this today, after the anonymous, rude costumer at the hotel today, I need positivity. No one is particularly inspiring. The bus stops and I watch out the window. At first the crowd is ordinary, and then i see them...paparazzi. Flashing cameras from all angles, grown men violating all rules of personal space. It never sits right with me, but I guess it’s just part of living in LA. The bus starts moving again. When it stops again, I see even more paparazzis, but their cameras aren’t flashing. Good for whoever escaped that.
The bus door opens and I snap my attention back to my computer screen. I rub my eyes as I stare at my word document. How is there more that needs to be edited? This professor is the harshest grader I’ve ever had, and my friend, Gisa, is kind for giving me even more notes. But I’m exhausted. Two tests and an essay due before 12:00. And it’s...11:38. Great--I have to upload it the second I’m at my doctor’s office and have WiFi again.
I spend some time highlighting and rewording sentences, and once I’m done I reward myself with more people watching because I deserve it and I can’t fall asleep here. I’m kind of invested in the girl live streaming her bus ride...maybe she’ll say her instagram handle.
But when I look up, she’s not on the bus anymore. Almost no one is. An elderly couple is sitting towards the back. A woman with a toddler sit two rows in front of me...and there’s now a man directly across from me. I blink for a moment, imagining a story for someone who’s face I can’t quite see beneath such dark sun glasses. His dark waves and strong jaw do most of the imagining for me--he deserves a mystery, a dramatic one with a happy ending and just enough romance to keep the people interested. A good romance, too--not too sappy. Enemies to lovers, maybe. A mysterious stranger that’s not really a stranger because something about him is just...familiar.
He turns his head and I drop my gaze immediately. There’s no doubt he caught that, but I still pretend to edit the title of my essay. “You’ve been typing stubbornly since I first got on the bus.” There’s an accent--of course he’s english. But it’s more than that, I’ve heard that voice before. I’ve been...soothed by it. And--oh my god, I’m sitting across from Harry Styles.
Okay, don’t freak out. Don’t freak him out. He’s probably on here to escape the the whole ‘oh my god, you’re Harry Styles!’ thing.
“What are you writing?” Harry Styles just spoke to me. I greeted my one direction poster every single day in middle school, and Harry Styles just spoke to me. Okay--relax, breathe--it’s only weird if you make it weird.
There’s a kind of curt curiosity to his question. He could have been ruder, considering how blatantly I was staring at him. “I um...an essay.” I’m temped to turn the screen so that he can see I’m telling the truth. Though he wasn’t hostile, a part of me is paranoid that he thinks I am writing about him. It’s a fair assumption, for all he knows I’m drafting a tweet about who I saw on the bus this morning or preparing to send something in to some gossip girl-esque blog. “It’s due today at noon and normally I’m way more on top of things, but I had this last minute doctor’s appointment rescheduling because my usual doctor is out of town and--” I cut myself off before I can tell Harry Styles that I’m ovulating and that if I don’t go to my OBGYN now, I have to wait an entire month and I’ve already been off birth control longer than I’d like. I might not have actual sex in my near future, but my cramps have been extra terrible. “An essay, I just finished an essay.”
He nods once. Maybe he feels bad for so thoroughly startling me into such a rambling, because the corner of his mouth tilts upwards. A soft smile adds even more grace to his features, I focus on the dimple that appears in his cheek. “An aggravating essay, I take it, considering the death glares you’ve been giving your laptop screen.”
I smile at his polite humor. “It’s for the harshest grader on campus. She took three points off of my first essay freshman year because I spaced my bibliography wrong.”
He cringes in sympathy. “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” I hum, proud of myself for not letting him know that I know who he is. The bus stops, I can see my doctor’s office behind a few paparazzi. “This is my stop.”
Harry nods once, ducking his head slightly. A tiny part of me feels sympathy for him; from what I’ve gathered, he genuinely loves his fans and the relationship they have, but it must be draining to never have a moment of privacy. Especially when it’s people who care more about selling your picture than your mental health.
I linger on the bus’s step, watching the men with large cameras look around. “Excuse me, are you guys looking for Harry Styles?” Most of the men disregard me, but one looks at me. “I know he’s near here because I’m a really big fan and my friend just texted that she saw him.” This gets me the attention I wanted. “He’s at Northfield--a cafe like three blocks down. I just know that if she got a picture with Harry in like a magazine or something she’d totally lose it--in a good way, and she’s been having a bad time so if you see her can you try to make it happen? Knowing her she’ll be at his side, she’s blonde, shortish hair.”
The men seem skeptical, but I guess they realize that this is the best lead they have. I think the fact that I gave a reason to justify selling Harry out for no reason helped. They disperse together, heading at least three blocks away from Harry. I don’t know if I’ve actually helped him, but I hope I have.
“Essay girl.” I freeze, half cringing. Did he hear that? That’s embarrassing. I consider darting away, but decide that would just make me cringe more. So I turn on my heels. “You...you forgot your phone.”
He just saved my life. “Thank you.” I take my phone from his outstretched hand, ignoring the slight thrill that runs through me when our fingers brush. “You’re my hero--the last thing I needed today was to run all over the city searching for my phone.” I finish the awkward admission with a partial laugh.
“Least I could do,” he mumbles, “especially considering what you just did.”
...He did see that. “Oh um--it was nothing, I just kind of made a connection and assumed the only reason you’d be on a public bus is because you were trying to avoid some things, and you make really great music and a lot of people happy, so you deserve that break.” Why does it feel like I’ve been talking forever? “Anyways, thanks for the whole phone thing, and I hope I got them off your tail.”
My joke seems to somewhat land. His lips part, like he’s planning on saying something else. A timer on my phone interrupts him. I instinctually look down--great, the alarm on my phone warning me that I’m only ten minutes away from being late. “I’m late.” I turn towards the bus’s exit. “I gotta go, but thanks again, and I hope you have a good day.”
I disappear after that, still not sure that that whole thing wasn’t some kind of hallucination. Did I just meet Harry Styles? He...he gave me my phone. Harry Styles has touched my phone. I can’t wait to tell Gisa, she’ll lose it.
I’m still thinking about Harry Styles when I finally reach my OBGYN’s office. When I get there, things are a lot more hectic than I thought they’d be. Many people crowd the waiting area and the receptionist’s desk is clearly understaffed. Two young girls are trying to address multiple upset pregnant women and take phone calls at the same time, all while practically buried in a sea pf paperwork. Wow, I didn’t realize that transferring was such chaos. One of the girls waves me over and barely checks my name before shoving a form towards me. I fill out as quickly as possible.
I upload my essay quickly after checking in. Who knows, maybe Harry Styles’s blessing will get me an A? A third person in scrubs emerges from the back after a moment and ushers me into a room. I tell myself to focus on going over the facts I need for the test I have to take in a little over an hour. Or to focus on the fact that I just met Harry Styles. But instead, I feel my heavy eyelids fall shut.
I don’t know how long I sleep, but I know that I wake up during the middle of a doctor’s sentence, “...I know I’m not your usual, so I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
“Hm...Yeah, yeah I’m comfortable.” She nods once, her wide eyes slightly red. “But I do have a class today in like an hour, so I was wondering if this was going to take longer because of the office’s move?”
“Oh, no,” she shakes her head. “Just because Dr. Rodriguez gave us no notice before deciding that she no longer wanted to work here...or in the country. Or even live in the US, despite the fact that we just signed a lease on a place together...” Tears well in the stranger’s eyes, pity settles in my stomach.
“That sounds incredibly complicated, I didn’t mean to rush you.”
She blinks twice, her expression blanking as she fights against the pain of what’s clearly a terrible break up. “No, no--you have every right. Today is your day and if..honestly, if you’re strong enough to go to a class after this, and do what you’re about to do by yourself, then I’m strong enough to get through today.”
Um...didn’t realize a pap smear counted as something that needs moral support, but I’ll chalk it up to her heightened emotions. “Thanks.”
She snaps on her medical gloves. “No, thank you for your patience. Now lay down.”
I do as told, preparing for a sensation I haven’t often experienced. A moment passes and I know she’s started. She’s moving away from me much faster than expected. Oh--I guess pap smears are a lot shorter than I expected.
“That’s it?”
“Yep,” she hums, pulling her gloves off. “Now just take it easy, and hydrate.”
Weird...but that’s like general doctor advice. “Thanks!”
--
I’ve never wanted to keep a secret from Gisa, but sometimes I really regret telling her I met Harry Styles. It’s been almost a month and I find my mind wandering back to the moment in which our fingers brushed more than I should. Sometimes I let myself wonder what he might have said if my phone hadn’t rang. I was probably just imagining the way his lips parted, but my ind refuses to let it go.
“...You know it’s kind of sad, I read an interview in which he spoke about the fact that he has some genetic condition that makes it hard to have kids. He has so many godchildren, and I feel like he’d make such a great father.”
I try to keep up with Gisa’s words, but the dull ache in my head makes it feel so far away. “Yeah...he seemed really patient.”
Gisa nods, turning to face me. “You alright, you’re looking kinda green?”
“Yeah...” I reach for my canvas bag. “I think I just...I probably just need some water.”
My hand grazes the metal of my water bottle and then the corners of my vision blur into blackness. I sway, Gisa’s hand is on my shoulder...and then it all goes black.
--
I sit uncomfortably on the hospital’s cot. Gisa is a traitor for telling my mom that I fainted. I knew she’d just drag me here--hispanic mothers, they either believe they can cure you with vic’s vapor rub or they want you in the ER. No in between.
“I know you didn’t want another test, but you’ve been throwing up in the morning for days and now you’re fainting.”
“Fainted,” I correct, “it happened once.”
“C’mon, mija, it’s just one doctor’s appointment.”
Speaking of, an ER nurse returns. “Fainting and nausea spells explained,” he says, glancing at his clipboard, “you’re pregnant.”
My mom and I can’t help but exchange a look before bursting into laughter. Pregnant. If I’m pregnant then the second coming is here. “That’s impossible, I’m a virgin.”
He glances at my mom, “maybe we should have this conversation in private.”
“No, what you say in front of me you can say in front of my mom.”
My mom raises an eyebrow. “Y/n, did you and that guy from your english class--”
“No! No, we did not. I am a virgin and there’s no way I’m pregnant.” I glare at the nurse.
He then ushers me to a bathroom so that I can provide a urine sample. After I’m finished, he shows me a pregnancy test strip. “Pink means pregnant.” I bite my tongue as he tests the strip in my sample. He pulls it out and it’s...it’s bright pink.
“I’m calling my doctor, because this has to be a mistake. It has to be like a hormonal thing.”
“Exactly, pregnancy hormones.”
I glare even harder, calling the doctor that I saw last week. “Hello, Dr. Ash? I was wondering if I could get a consultation because I’m in the ER and some crazy doctor is trying to tell me I’m pregnant.”
Silence on the line for a long second. “...I actually cleared my calendar for you.”
#harry styles#harry styles x reader#harry styles x y/n#jane the virgin#jane the virgin AU#lot#hslot st louis
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The boys (+undateables?) reactions when they discover MC is actually a vampire?
....so I’m a dingus and didn’t realize that this was also for the undateables and just wrote it for the brothers, my bad 😅 Part two maybe? 👀
WARNING: as this is about vampires, it’s a little bit morbid. I strayed away from being too graphic, but y’know. Vampires. There’s death and blood and such.
Enjoy! :D
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Lucifer
In hindsight, he really should have figured it out on his own.
But it’s not like he’s been around enough humans lately to know what Normal human behavior is.
So he just kinda took your... quirks at face value.
So what if you’re far too comfortable with the Devildom’s constant state of nighttime? Solomon doesn’t seem to mind it either, so maybe humans are just more nocturnal now.
And perhaps your Very Strong aversion to garlic is a little odd, but Mammon wouldn't eat it either for the first 600 years of his life, so it’s not that weird.
You’re also not phased by constantly being surrounded by demons and monsters, which is a little strange, but maybe you’re just like the ancient greeks. A monster fucker.
You feeling right at home in the Devildom is auspicious for the exchange program, so he doesn’t bother dwelling on it.
Though maybe he does find it a little bit weird when you really insist that he start drinking cranberry juice.
(It’s just for health benefits of course, totally has nothing to do with you prepping your next meal)
So what, you may ask, triggers his big lightbulb moment?
You fall off the roof.
And you just get right back up.
Now he knows that humans aren’t supposed to be THAT durable, so he stops you from scaling the side of the fucking house with your bare hands, and very eloquently asks you, “What the fuck?”
You shake him off. “What? Mammon and I are playing roof-ball.”
Lucifer stares. “You fell. I saw how hard you hit the ground. You should be dead.”
You laugh. “Dead? Just from a little fall like that? Are you serio-ohhh wait. You don’t know, do you?”
You give him your biggest, cheesiest grin and—oh.
Fangs.
...And now he understands why you want him to drink cranberry juice.
Mammon
You are, by far, the weirdest human he’s ever met.
Which is saying something, because Solomon is literally just a few blocks away.
Seriously, despite camping out in your room nearly every single night, Mammon has never seen you sleep, he’s pretty fucking sure that sometimes you don’t even breathe, you won’t step foot into the House of Lamentation unless someone invites you in, and who the hell hates garlic that much??
But you’ve also expressed your intense dislike for crosses, so he supposes that you’re not unredeemable.
Just weird.
But it’s incredibly annoying how you wont sleep. Your tossin’ and turnin’ is killing him, why the fuck can’t you just settle down? You need to just put your DDD down and sleep already, dammit.
He sits up, ready to tear you a new one—and pauses.
“Um,” his voice is high, somewhat uncertain, and your eyes snap over to look at him. “Why are you looking at coffins for sale?”
You sigh, a bit wistfully. “I just can’t stand sleeping in a bed anymore. I didn’t want to be rude, so I really did try, but it's been a couple hundred years since I last had one and it’s just murder on my back. I think I’m gonna just have to get a coffin. They’re so much more comfortable.”
Briefly, Mammon considers running.
Instead, he says, “What the fuck?”
You quirk an eyebrow at him. “You do know I’m a vampire, right?”
...What the fuck—
Mammon lays back down—crosses his arms over his chest with a huff and pretends that he isn’t totally freaked the fuck out. “‘Course I do, don’t be stupid. Now go to sleep already.”
So that he can escape before you try to eat him.
“Mammon,” you sing, leaning over the bed to loom over him. He swallows hard—can’t look away from your sharp, toothy grin.
You coo, “I can hear the scared little pitter patter of your heart, darling.”
He squeaks.
Levi
Honestly, Levi is so so happy to have another irl friend who’s into video games that he looks past your strangeness.
You like to stay indoors and play games!! That’s something he has in common with you that his brothers don’t, and that’s all that matters!
...Though he does find it a little weird how sometimes you just kinda sniff him.
The first dozen times he nearly had a heart attack, and when he asked why you were doing it, he Really wasn't expecting you to shrug and say “I dunno, you just smell tasty”
Seriously. Tasty? Are you Beel or something, what’s that supposed to mean?!
He’s not entirely sure why you’re a bit of a shut in gamer though, because despite your, ah, quirks, you’re still so much cooler than he is, so what’s the deal with that?
When he asks, you just shrug and say, “Old habits die hard, I guess. Real sunshine hurts, but virtual doesn’t, so I just got kinda used to living through games and staying indoors.”
“Oh.” Levi’s a bit surprised, but sympathetic. “So, you sunburn easily?”
He’s not entirely sure why you’re laughing now, since that wasn’t a joke. He was just trying to be friendly :(
But then you hug him and he’s too flustered to be offended anymore jndcks
So, when does it finally click for Levi that you’re a vampire?
You guys are having a game night in his room.
He accidentally takes a sip of your caprisun and realizes, very quickly, that it is not the refreshing juice of a caprisun pouch.
He throws up a little bit.
And screams.
And maybe blacks out for a few seconds.
But when he finally calms down and lets you explain, he’s pretty damn enchanted, because this is just like Help, My Roommate Is A Vampire And I Didn’t Know Until A Vampire-Hunter Mistook Me For Them And Attacked Me!! :D
Satan
Satan considers himself to be somewhat of a detective, y’know. His brain is just filled to the brim with Big Smarts
Naturally, he puts that jelly thicc thought tank of his to good use and realizes very quickly that you aren’t totally human.
At first, he isn’t totally sure what you are.
And then a coffin gets delivered to the house, which upon seeing you cheer “Oh sweet, my new bed!!” aaaand he puts the pieces together.
You become somewhat of a case study to him. You’re the first vampire he’s ever encountered and he just wants to know everything and anything about your life.
He’s so intrigued by you.
But you frustrate him SO much.
He wants to know about how you were turned!! It’s not like he has any other vampires that he can ask about their experience!! And you fucking tell him a different story every day!!
“A cat jumped over my deceased body!”
“I was stabbed and the wound wasn’t treated with boiling water!”
“On a dark and stormy night, I came across a palace and the owner, a hospitable gentleman, let me take refuge there. But then, I quickly realized that I was actually a hostage, and when I tried to escape, that fucker turned me!”
“Nobody put an obolus in my mouth to pay the toll of the Styx, so Charon the ferryman sent me back! What a great guy.”
“A chupacabra bit me!”
Needless to say, he considers breaking the wooden leg off one of the dining room chairs and stabbing you with it, but the lecture he would get from Lucifer just isn’t worth the effort.
He’s gonna pull the truth out of you one of these days.
Asmo
“My my, darling, what sharp teeth you have~” Asmo purrs, lifting a finger to brush against them, doe-eyes wide and curious. “The better to eat me with, hopefully?”
You smile. “Something like that.”
And you fuckin’ bite his finger.
His scream is fantastic. If you actually draw blood next time, maybe he’ll even shatter the windows!
He swats your leg sharply with a silk folding fan and cries, “What if you had broken my skin!? Do you have any idea how much time and effort goes into maintaining this soft, supple skin?! What’s wrong with you, you psychopath?”
“Don’t hit me,” you pout, scooting away from him. “I couldn’t help it! You just smell so sweet and I haven’t had any blood in a while, so—”
“Huh?” Asmo blinks, looking a bit confused. Then recovers far too quickly and waggles his eyebrows at you. “Oh, so that’s what you’re into! What a pleasant surprise~”
You thunk him on the back of the head. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to tease a vampire?”
Asmo’s grin could rival the sun.
“A vampire?! Well why didn’t you say so sooner?”
He’s already taking off his shirt.
“Get over here already and take a bite out of me~”
Beel
When he finds out that you’re a vampire, his first thought is to worry over if you can eat normal food or not.
He’s very relieved when you tell him that you can, so long as you’ve had enough blood, but that garlic is a very big no-no.
Naturally, you two bond over how both of you never quite feel full.
It’s not uncommon for the other house members to find you two laying face down on the floor, tummies rumbling, whining about how you’re staaaaarving
You carry around snacks for him, and Beel makes sure that you’ve always got access to blood (whether that means stashing blood bags, letting you feed from him, or a combo of both ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )
He’s probably going to be the least weirded out by your ~undead tendencies~
Honestly, he’s a bit relieved by how strong you are. The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you or see you get hurt, and it gives him peace of mind when he realizes that you’re actually pretty durable!
But it does give him a fucking heart attack the first time he sees you yeet yourself out a second story window to crush poor, poor unassuming Mammon.
He also really loves how your body temperature naturally runs cold. He’s a space heater, you’re an icicle—it just works. Snuggle time is good :)
He totally compares the size of your incisors with his jkdcnkj
He just thinks you’re really neat!!!
But he is very sympathetic about how you cant eat good garlic bread :(
Belphie
Listen.
We all know this emo boy is a vampire fucker, probably even more so than Asmo.
(He read Twilight. He saw all the movies. He had merch.)
(Fuck Edward and Jacob though, he was Team Alice all the way.)
(If he can stay awake long enough, he reads really shitty vampire romance novels.)
He just thinks vampires are hot, okay? He can’t help that his soul longs to be a vampire fucker.
Just accept it into your heart. Belphie already has.
So needless to say, he’s THRILLED when he finds out that you’re a vampire. He tries to play it cool though and pretends that he isn’t immediately trying to jump your bones dfghjkjh
He overheard you telling Satan that you got bitten by a Chupacabra, and they’re known for going after cows right?
He is a cowboy, y’know, guess you’re just gonna have to go to him now when you’re thirsty, y’know, since you were bitten by a Chupacabra. it just makes sense, really ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
(No it doesn’t)
(But let’s be real, are you gonna pass up the chance to snuggle the shit out of him AND get a snack out of it? No. No you’re not.)
(He totally makes you arm wrestle Beel to recreate the “Iconic” twilight scene with Emmett and Bella.)
(When he realizes that you’re strong, he’s gonna make you give him piggyback rides, just like Edward and Bella :) and no he doesn’t care how ridiculous you both look)
#gnocchicanons#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanons#obey me hc#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#swd obey me#obey me
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Okay! So the song is “Little Ghost” by Amber Run! The lyrics I have in mind for this little prompt/thing specifically are:
Then my eyes would never fail me; I can pick you out of the crowd; what I’d do to turn full circle; and run from you instead
little ghost, I don’t want you; little ghost, I don’t need you; little ghost, you’re not welcome here anymore
And the reason I’m sending this is because these lyrics / song have so much potential but I don’t even know where to start! Breakup fic? Ageplay fic? Heartbroken Superior Iron Man fic? Historical AU? Post-Canon Endgame angst? All of the above somehow??? I’m putting it in your capable hands Basil 🥰❤️
Grace baby!!!!! So I know you had these lyrics between Peter and Tony, but I couldn't get the idea of it being between the boys and New York out of my head. I like the idea of Tony and Peter not thriving in a city that turned its back on them, and them just leaving.
I left it kind of open ended too, so if you or I wanted to add on to their adventure we could! I just imagine them train hopping and stealing food from gas stations and sleeping together under the stars and falling in love with each other, and their lives 🥺
A little teenage nomadic love story loosely set in the 50s! I hope you like it ☺️
Peter’s never felt more like a ghost than he does when he’s sitting on the sidewalk, cardboard under him and in hand, and an old coffee cup at his feet that he found in the trash can just down the block.
No one looks at him. No one pays him any attention -unless his leg becomes a tripping hazard for someone who’s too busy staring down at their newspapers. Then he gets yelled at, cursed at and run off.
It’s been a long year, but his life has been one bad thing after another his entire life. His parents dying, then his uncle, then his aunt. Peter’s got no one. No place to go. So he sleeps where he can, and he eats what he can find.
Some people give him change -enough for something off the dollar menu at McDonald’s- but never enough to get him out of here. With winter onits way, Peter’s running out of options.
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Tony scowls at the blood on his sleeve, the flecks on his shoes and the laughter coming from the other side of the room. He feels disgusting. The kind of unclean that won't go away with hot water and soap.
No one seems to notice Tony slipping out of the room that smells like death. He scrubs his skin raw, mental images of that poor man’s blood seeping into his pores and labeling him as a killer for the rest of his life.
He cries in the shower long after the water’s gone cold. He can’t take it anymore. He can’t live like this and stay himself. The thought of turning into someone else- the thought of becoming his father- is a nightmare Tony can’t run from. Not if he stays here.
It’s late at night when Tony packs a backpack. He has relatives in Michigan he can go to. They’re estranged, but Tony knows they’d give him a place to stay.
He’s got some money saved. It's enough to keep him fed for the trip, and he can give the rest to his relatives -he thinks they’re cousins or his dad’s brothers. He only packs two changes of clothes, his journal and a couple books he couldn’t part with. The earliest train doesn't leave until six in the morning. The gang wont wake up for another four hours, and by then he’ll hopefully be close to Pittsburgh.
Tony doesn’t leave a note when he slips out of the house before the sun’s had a chance to rise. He says goodbye to Duke -the doberman his dad keeps around the property- and doesn't look back.
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Peter doesn’t have enough money to get on the train. He stands on the platform, watching with his heart in his throat as people board, filling up the cars. He’s running out of time, but he knows the instant the ticket man comes around and finds out Peter doesn’t have one, he’ll be kicked off at the next stop.
He might even be thrown off while the train’s still moving.
But he can’t stay here. Can’t stand feeling like a ghost in the city he grew up in. Hates the feeling of the city turning its back on him.
“You gonna get on?”
Peter jumps nearly out of his skin, head whipping to the side so fast he thinks he might’ve popped something. Beside him is a guy around his age, dressed in a jean jacket, a backpack slung over one shoulder and scuffed white converse on his feet. He looks like he might be going to high school, but it’s too early for him to take the train, and the closest high school is only a few blocks away.
“Uh,” Peter says articulately. The boy beside him gives a smile. “I don’t have a ticket.”
The boy’s smile widens, and he quickly takes Peter by the cuff of his ratty flannel. “Neither do I,” he says before yanking Peter towards the train car. Peter’s eyes widen as they jump on, seconds before the doors close.
Peter stumbles over his feet as the stranger tugs him through the car to the back, flopping down on the empty bench. Peter has no choice but to tumble into the seat beside him, panting a little as the other boy chuckles.
“Sorry,” he says after a moment. “You probably think I’m so weird.”
Peter blinks at the boy, tucking his hands between his thighs and shying away from him. He knows he smells. Knows because he’s been told multiple times. There’s only so much hand soap and a public bathroom sink can do.
“I don’t,” Peter said a little hesitantly. Honestly, Peter probably wouldn’t have gotten the courage to get on the train if it wasn't for the boy.
“I don’t think I would’ve had the guts to leave,” the boy said on a breath, glancing over at Peter. “I think if you weren’t there I probably would’ve chickened out and just gone home.”
“Are you running away?” Peter asked softly as the train started moving forward. Peter’s heart rate spiked with the metal squealing of the train breaks.
“I guess,” the boy shrugged. “Are you?”
Peter doesn’t really know. He shrugs as well, leaning back against the seat, leg bouncing. “I don’t think I have anything to run away from,” he confesses. “Except for maybe the city.”
The boy doesn’t say anything to that, looking deep in thought. Peter can’t help but continue. It's the first person in who knows how long that’s actually had a conversation with him, and Peter forgot how much he craved it.
“New York is so big,” he says. “It’s so busy and full. No one notices anyone else. I feel like a ghost sometimes.”
Peter looks down at his hands, picking at his fingernails. “I don’t think I could survive another day there.”
The boy beside him sighs. “I know exactly what you mean,” he says, glancing over at Peter with a look Peter hasn’t seen directed at him in years; understanding. “It almost feels like the city’s turned its back on us, you know? I remember when I was younger -back when my mom was still alive- New York was wonderful. Everyone smiled at you, the birds were always singing. I don’t see any of that now.”
The boy throws a small smile to Peter, and Peter quirks one of his own. Neither one is happy.
“Now there’s angry yelling and gunfire, and the streets smell like sewer water,” the boy hums. “I don’t remember what birds sound like. Even in my own home, I feel like a ghost.”
Peter can’t help the small huff of humorless laughter from escaping his chest. “We’re both ghosts then,” he decides. The boy glances over at him, and this smile isn’t as sad as the first.
“What’s your name, little ghost?”
Peter smiles at the name. It fits.
“Peter,” he says. “What’s yours?”
“Tony,” the boy grins widely, holding out a hand. Peter stares at it for a second, but quickly grabs it, shaking Tony’s hand. “Where are you going?”
Peter shrugs. “I haven’t decided,” he confesses, glancing out the window. The buildings and skyscrapers standing out tall against the thickening trees as they leave the city. He turns back to Tony. “You?”
“I have family near Detroit,” he says. “I’m banking on them taking me in for a while. At least until I can get on my feet.”
Peter hummed. He doesn’t know if he has family anywhere. He just knows he doesn't want to die in New York. Die a ghost in a city that pretends he isn’t in the crowd of strangers.
“You could come with me,” Tony suggested. Peter glanced at him with a furrowed brow. Tony smiles a little. “Us ghosts gotta stick together, right?”
Peter doesn’t know what to say. Why would this stranger want Peter to tag along?
“Plus, I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about you if I left you on the train,” he said with a shrug. “I’d be constantly worried about where you were.”
“You would?” Peter asked, surprised.
Tony nods. He doesn’t say anything else. Peter doesn’t know what to say. So they sit in silence, the train speeding down the tracks, taking them further and further from the city they were no longer welcome.
“Oh, shit,” Tony says under his breath. Peter looks over at him, then up towards the front of the car, where the ticket man is punching everyone’s papers. Peter’s heartbeat jumps. “C’mon.”
Tony grabs Peter’s hand again and yanks them out of their seats. Peter glances behind him as Tony opens the door and steps out onto the small ledge between cars. It’s loud out here, but Peter follows as Tony jumps to the other ledge.
They run down the aisle of the next car, and Tony looks back at Peter, a brightness in his dark eyes and a shit eating grin on his face. Peter can’t help but laugh as they run towards the train cars holding cargo. Tony doesn’t let go of Peter’s hand as they jump onto the last ledge, their breathing hard and drowned out by the train.
Tony pushes Peter up the ladder, and when they’re both on the top of the train car, he grabs Peter’s hand again as they make their way to the end. The wind whips at their hair and their clothes. Peter grins over at Tony, their legs hanging over the edge as the trees pass in a blur.
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Idk if you take requests so if you don't feel free to ignore this ask!! But I love the way you write jealous/possessive Jack, and i would love another fic like "you only have to ask (i'd give you absolutely anything)" (tumblr wont let me send links in asks aaa) this one but even more so? Maybe one where Davey actually does have sex with someone else and Jack finds out and gets jealous? Again feel free to ignore this ask!! I just really love your fics, especially in the Tease series.
Hi friend!! I absolutely take requests! I don’t always fill all of them because sometimes an idea doesn’t quite vibe with my current mood, but I always love getting them!! It’s honestly such a compliment to have people submit things 🥰
But anyway, YES, I’m always up for some more jealous Jack!! Here’s what I have so far, but I’m working on the full fic as we speak! Hopefully it’ll be out soon! 🤗
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“Is that a hickey on your neck?”
“What?”
Davey’s hand reaches up to prod at his neck, wincing slightly when his fingers graze the bruise.
“That asshole,” he grumbles, only looking mildly annoyed. Jack’s grip on his spatula tightens to the point that he can feel the edge digging into his palm, his knuckles showing white beneath his skin. “Is it super noticeable?”
Jack’s nostrils flare. “Yes.”
Davey just sighs, taking another sip of his coffee.
And that could’ve been the end of it. It should’ve been the end of it.
But Jack just has to follow up with, working hard to keep his voice somewhere in the realm of casual, “So, you and him? That’s still a thing?”
“I know, I know, I said last time would be the last time,” Davey says.
….
“What’s with the third degree about Jeremy?” Davey asks. “If I didn’t know better, I’d almost say you were…” He trails off, brow furrowed.
“You’d almost say I was what?” Jack asks, finally turning around. His skin feels too tight, his pulse pounding in his ears. “You’d almost say I was what, Dave?”
Davey’s throat bobs as he swallows, his eyes wide with disbelief and dawning realization. His gaze darts here and there, searching Jack’s expression, then drops lower, lingering on Jack’s mouth for a long, impossible second.
He swallows again, then says, crystal clear, “I’d say you were jealous, Jackie.”
“And what if I am?” Jack demands, because he’s boiling with it, seething with it, and he doesn’t know how to pretend like he’s not. “What if I’m so jealous over fucking Jeremy and the fucking hickey he’s left on your neck that I could choke on it? What—”
Davey leans in and kisses him, and Jack’s words, his thoughts, his fucking heartbeat, all of it lurches to screeching halt. It’s fleeting—just a swift press of Davey’s lips against his own, soft and warm, then he pulls away just as quickly as he’d come.
“Was that… okay?” Davey asks, the look in his eyes as nervous as it is hopeful, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Jack can’t help but track the motion, unconsciously licking his own lips as well, and for a moment he swears he can almost taste a hint of Davey on his tongue. “Jackie?”
….
“What is this?” Jack asks, even as he does his level best to rip Davey out of his clothes as quickly as possible, mouthing at the sharp line of his collarbone all the while. “What is this, for you?”
“What do you mean?” Davey pants. His fingers are tangled in Jack’s hair, his thighs wrapped around Jack’s waist, and it’s so incredible that Jack almost can’t bring himself to keep asking, but he has to know.
He tucks a hand under Davey’s chin and guides him into another kiss: just as heated but slower, purposeful. Davey’s lips part around a gasp; Jack presses closer, lapping at Davey’s lower lip, then taking it gently between his teeth and sucking until he earns a soft groan of pleasure. He arches up, kisses him deeper, then keeps kissing him, over and over and over again, pouring every last ounce of himself into each moment of it.
Jack pulls back the span of a breath.
“Understand now?” he asks, and his voice sounds wrecked to his own ears, raw and ravaged.
Davey's eyes flutter open, his pupils blown wide, his mouth red and kiss swollen.
#*ask#*editor's note#*the writing desk#newsies#javid#thank you so much for sending this!#working title is ‘it don’t bother me none (oh who am I kiddin’?)#🤗🤗🤗
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