#every day I find a new reason to hate these dolls

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Antique Beauty (Be A Doll Oneshot)

Not canon to the AU! Anyway.

CW: Manipulation, mind control, disassociation, loss of sense of self, delusions, lover obsession, mental breakdowns, Vox being Vox, AU typical events

I think that’s all. Let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: Vox finds an antique doll that is strikingly similar to you, so he buys it and gives it to you as a gift. You see this as an oddly touching gesture, and make it a point to keep the doll around or nearby at nearly all hours of the day, to show your appreciation. This new toy has an unforeseen impact, though. As time goes on, Vox continues to use the trigger phrase on you, and you begin to lose touch with reality. You see yourself as a literal doll, just like the one he got you, and you begin to act as such.

In the heart of Pentagram City, amidst the hustle and bustle of the demon-filled streets, Vox found himself wandering through the labyrinthine aisles of an antique shop. His crimson eyes gleamed with interest as he perused the eclectic collection of curiosities, searching for the perfect gift for you, his significant other.

His gaze landed on a striking antique doll, its porcelain features delicately painted and its attire reminiscent of a bygone era. What caught Vox's attention, however, was the uncanny resemblance the doll bore to you. The same delicate features, the same captivating gaze—it was as if the doll had been crafted in your image.

While Vox usually hated anything that was too reminiscent of the past, he was willing to make an exception for you. He preferred change, and didn’t like to linger on the past nor anything made during the time, he’d rather focus on the present or the future. But, this doll was exactly like you, in practically every sense. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to get his favorite doll a doll that looked exactly like them.

Without hesitation, Vox purchased the doll, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he imagined your reaction. With the doll cradled in his arms, Vox made his way back to the sleek confines of his penthouse apartment, anticipation bubbling within him like a dormant volcano awaiting eruption.

As he entered the opulent living space, Vox was greeted by the sight of you, engrossed in a book by the flickering light of a nearby candle. There were plenty of lights, windows, and far more reasonable ways to read, but for some reason, this is what you preferred. Vox vaguely rembered you mentioning your love of simpler things like candles, gardening, crafting, and writing poetry. He thought it was somewhat trivial, especially when it wasn’t even necessary. Why would you do something like grow your own flowers when you could just buy some? It made no sense to him. He thought the time could be better spent working or inventing or doing something to do with change. Your preference for this seemed too repetitive and stagnant for him, too quiet and simple. He didn’t like it, but he was willing to indulge you. You were his favorite doll, after all. Your eyes flicked up to glance at him, curiosity evident.

“Darling,” Vox purred, his tinged with excitement as it echoed through the spacious room, “I have a surprise for you.”

Your eyes brightened with even more curiosity as you regarded Vox with a quizzical expression. “A surprise?” You echoed, setting the book aside and rising to your feet to meet Vox’s gaze.

With a flourish, Vox presented the doll to you, a mischievous twinkle dancing in his eyes. “Ta-da! For you, my doll,” he declared, with a grin. He looked rather proud of himself.

Your breath caught in your throat as you beheld the doll, your eyes widening in astonishment. Its porcelain features bore a striking resemblance to your own, a doll that bore an uncanny resemblance to you? Anyone else would have been unsettled, but you weren’t. In fact, you were oddly touched by the gesture.

Its porcelain visage was strikingly similar to yours, from the gentle curve of the cheeks to the arch of the eyebrows. Dressed in a vintage gown of satin and lace, the doll exuded an aura of elegance and charm that seemed to captivate you. From the hair to the eyes to the soft curve of the lips, you were enchanted by it. You reached out a hand to touch its delicate cheek, a sense of wonder washing over you like a tidal wave.

“Oh, Vox,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “it’s… it’s beautiful.”

Vox beamed with pride at your reaction, his chest swelling with a sense of satisfaction. “I’m glad you like it, doll,” he said softly.

You smiled and gave him a hug, then a kiss on the cheek. “I love it! I love you,” you said with a grin. You sat back down on the couch and went back to looking at the doll, still in awe.

As you continued to admire the doll, Vox couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth wash over him. It was a small gesture, perhaps, but one that spoke volumes of his affection for you. Or, rather, what he thought to be affection. It was a twisted sort, really. He thought of you as his very own little doll, just like the one he’d just gifted you, except you were alive. He enjoyed playing with you, pulling your strings, puppeting you around… he loved you, yes, but in the same way a child loves their toys. He’d be careful to never let you break, though. He cared for you too much for that- he didn’t know what he’d do with himself if he lost his favorite little doll. As he watched you admire the antique doll he’d just gifted you, he knew he’d made the right choice. It was the perfect thing to placate you, keep you distracted and happy for the time being.

It started innocently enough, with Vox using his hypnotic abilities on you during mundane tasks. "Be a doll," he would murmur softly, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down your spine. And with each command, your movements became more fluid, more doll-like, as if you were a marionette dancing to Vox's tune. You’d seek solace in the antique doll he’d gifted you, a reminder that he wasn’t all that cruel, but a doll couldn’t fix everything.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, you found yourself ensnared in a web of Vox's making, each passing moment pulling them deeper into the labyrinth of his desires.

You’d be reading with Vox in his study, surrounded by shelves full of books. Quietly reading, happy and content. Vox would lean back in his seat, a smirk on his face. “Be a doll and get me that book on the top shelf,” he’d say, smug. Your eyes would glaze over as you rose from your seat, moving with a sort of fluid grace as you wordlessly get the book and give it to Vox. He’d smile and give you a kiss. “You truly are an obedient little doll.”

It didn’t matter where you were.

It could be late at night, both of you in Vox’s bedroom, Vox in bed and you only just walking in. “Be a doll and come here,” he’d say with a predatory smile and low but commanding voice. You’d falter for a moment then obey, crossing the room to stand in front of him. He’d point to the floor and you’d sink to your knees, at his feet, staring up at him helplessly. “Such a good little doll, always eager to please,” he’d say, running his fingers through your hair.

It could easily happen in public, too.

You’d be attending a lavish gala, Vox standing out in his striking tailored suit, you at his side, fidgeting nervously. He’d lean in close and whisper in your ear, “Be a doll and smile for our guests, won’t you?” And your lips would twitch into a forced smile, your expression wooden and devoid of any true emotion as you plaster on a facade of cheerfulness. “That’s it, doll. Show everyone how much of a nice, obedient little thing you are for me,” he’d say, tightening his grip on your arm. “Show them you belong to me.”

The doll couldn’t stop Vox, but it provided a source of comfort. It was a reminder of how nice he could be.

Your fondness for the doll only seemed to grow. You began to carry it with you wherever you went, treating it as if it were a cherished companion. Vox would watch with amusement as you start to dress in clothes similar to those worn by the doll, your wardrobe gradually transforming to match its vintage style.

You’d stand before the mirror in your bedroom, clad in a delicate lace dress that hugged your figure. You’d tilt your head to the side, studying your reflection with an unnerving intensity. Slowly, you!d raise their hand to your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with delicate fingertips.

Vox would enter the room, his eyes alight with anticipation as he would observe your movements. "Ah, my doll, you look positively radiant," he’d murmur, his voice smooth as velvet. "Such a beautiful little thing."

You’d turn to him, a serene smile gracing your lips, pleased with yourself for earning his praise. It was usually few and far between. "Thank you, Vox," you’d reply softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I feel... different, somehow. Like I'm not quite myself anymore."

Vox would step closer, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. "That's because you're becoming exactly what you were always meant to be," he’d say, his tone almost reverent. "My perfect little doll."

To Vox's delight, your behavior also began to shift. You moved with a grace and poise reminiscent of the doll, your expressions serene and tranquil. It was as if you had become entranced by the doll's presence, adopting its mannerisms and demeanor as your own. Little did he know, it was because as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, you found yourself slipping further and further into a hazy fog of compliance and confusion. Vox's relentless use of the trigger phrase had begun to take its toll, eroding away at your sense of self with each passing command.

In moments of quiet solitude, you found yourself seeking solace in the antique doll that Vox had gifted you. You would sit for hours, cradling the doll in your arms, its porcelain features a stark reflection of your own. With trembling fingers, you would brush the doll's hair and dress it in delicate finery, whispering words of comfort and affection as if it were a living being. Tonight was one of those nights.

As the world outside grows quiet, you sat alone in the dimly lit room, cradling the antique doll in your arms. You stroked its porcelain face with gentle fingers, your touch reverent and tender.

"I wish I could be like you," you whisper, your voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. "So serene, so perfect. No worries, no fears. Just... blissful ignorance."

Vox enters the room, his eyes dark and hungry as he surveys the scene before him. "You already are like her," he says, his voice almost soft. Almost caring. Almost. "You're my little doll, and nothing could ever change that."

You look up at him, your eyes wide and unblinking, like those of a porcelain doll. "I know, Vox," you reply, your voice hollow and empty. "I belong to you. I’m yours.”

The doll provided more comfort than Vox did.

Sometimes you would even find yourself engaging in childlike play, pretending that the doll could feel and respond to your touch. You would make it laugh and smile, pouring all of your pent-up longing and loneliness into the tiny figure in your hands, hoping against hope that somehow, some way, the doll would bring you the comfort and companionship you so desperately craved.

Alone in your room, you’d sit on the edge of your bed, a sense of unease gnawing at your insides. You’d clutch the antique doll tightly to your chest, seeking solace in its familiar presence. But no matter how hard you’d try, you couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that lingers within you.

Vox's voice echoed in your mind, his command to "be a doll" ringing like a relentless refrain. With each passing day, it became harder to distinguish between reality and illusion, between your own thoughts and Vox's whispered commands.

Tears would stream down your cheeks as you’d clutch the doll tighter, your chest constricted with a suffocating sense of dread. "I can't do this anymore," you’d whisper to yourself, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your own heart.

In a moment of desperation, you’d hurl the doll across the room, watching as it crashes against the wall with a hollow thud. But instead of feeling relief, you’d be overcome with a profound sense of loss, as if a part of yourself had been torn away.

The line between reality and fantasy began to blur for you. You would catch glimpses of yourself in the mirror and see not a person staring back at you, but a doll with glassy eyes and porcelain skin. You would hear Vox's voice echoing in your mind, commanding you to "be a doll" and obey without question.

Alone in your room, you’d sit huddled in the corner, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you’d clutch your head in agony. Images flash before your eyes, fragmented memories twisted and distorted by Vox's relentless influence.

"I can't escape," you’d whisper to yourself, your voice a desperate plea for salvation. But no matter how hard you’d try, you couldn’t break free from the chains that bound you to Vox's will.

In a moment of ‘clarity’, you’d reach out for the antique doll, your fingers trembling as you trace its delicate features. "Help me," you’d whisper, your voice barely audible over the roar of your own despair.

But the doll would remain silent, its glass eyes staring back at you emptily. Offering no comfort. You’d be left alone with the realization that you were stuck in this endless nightmare of your own making, with no escape.

With each passing day, you felt yourself slipping further away from who you once were, lost in a sea of Vox's control and manipulation. And as you gazed into the unblinking eyes of the antique doll, you couldn't help but wonder if you were truly any different. Perhaps, in the end, you were nothing more than Vox's plaything, a doll to be toyed with at his whim.

As time passed, your sense of self seemed to fade away completely, replaced by a serene acceptance of your role as Vox's little doll. You no longer spoke or acted like your former self, your personality and individuality erased by the allure of being a perfect little doll.

No longer did you question Vox's orders or assert your own desires. Instead, you moved through your days with the mechanical precision of a well-oiled machine, your actions dictated by Vox's whims and desires. It was as if you were merely a puppet, dancing on strings pulled by Vox's invisible hand.

And as he watched you, now little more than a porcelain doll come to life, Vox knew that he had finally achieved the ultimate conquest—possession of you, in your entirety.

For Vox, it was a dream come true. With your transformation complete, he felt a sense of absolute control and dominance unlike anything he had experienced before. You had become his perfect, obedient doll, ready to fulfill his every desire without question or hesitation.

#hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin brainrot #hazbin vox #vox #vox x reader #reader insert #x reader #manipulation #mind control #loss of self #delusional #my writing #ao3 writer #writing #i’m so tired #i’m sorry #i’m a mess #anyway #vox is in hell for a reason #be a doll #hazbin hotel fanfiction #vox fanfiction

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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Cevans Series Rec List

thought i’d make a list of all the best cevans (characters) series i have read!! i have lots more to add and will continue to update this list🫶🏻 i will also create a one shot fic rec list in the near future💖💘💞

Preying On You Tonight - @evansbby

“Steve is the cocky, brash and domineering alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every day. You’re the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. You’re convinced Steve hates you, but what happens when he finds out you have a boyfriend? (a/b/o dynamics)”

Wicked Games - @evansbby

Ari is the campus fuckboy and you’re his little plaything. But he’s telling the truth when he says he’s going to make you his girlfriend soon, right?

What A World - @onsunnyside

S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that. [tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader, nomad!steve, size difference]

Just Because I Won’t Die For You, Doesn’t Mean I Won’t Kill For You - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd Hansen is just another job for you. Your last job. However, when he decides that he wants to take you for a ride and have a good time, well...how’s a girl supposed to say no?

Closer To Heaven And Closer To You - @georgiapeach30513

When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure.  Knowing that a rodeo is in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers.  All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.

Just Like The Caged Bird - @georgiapeach30513

You are a widow who moves back to her husband's hometown after selling your in Georgia home.  Moving in above your brother in law's garage.  Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.

Pretty Petals - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems. (multi-character)

His Koala Bear - @kinanabinks

you and steve have been best friends since you were 5. for the longest time, he has wanted so much more from you. and it's getting harder for him to stop himself from taking it.

Belong Here - @angrythingstarlight

Steve has been looking for his perfect girl and suddenly there you are stuck in this dingy restaurant. You don't belong here, you belong with him.

Finding Home - @navybrat817

Steve finds a home with you. (lumberjack Au)

Their Doll - @kaiparker-avengerssmut

y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

No Better Than Beast’s - @lokislastlove

You’re an animal rights activist who sets out to put an end to animal testing… but it’s a risky mission. (Dark!Steve Rogers)

Doppelgänger - @boxofbonesfic

Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale + Dark!Lloyd Hansen)

Million Dollar Man - @chrisevansgoodgirl

your relationship with ransom and his insane family.

Brooklyn’s Sweetheart - @spacesnail3000

Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise.

Let It Snow - @spacesnail3000

She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Sweet Renegade - @cevansbrat0007

A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.

Evergreen, Evermore - @babyjakes

loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.

A Huckleberry Is Nothing Without His Hummingbird - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd and Y/N have been amicably(ish) divorced for four years. However, when earth shattering trauma come their way, will they lean into what they truly want, or will the flames from past traumas still burn too bright?

Civil war- Brooklyn - @saiyanprincessswanie

Ten years ago the Readers world was turned upside down when her father was killed by Hydras Brock Rumlow. She believes the loves of her life Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes were also killed while trying to avenge her fathers death. Reader is now working for the FBI on a task force that is meant to take down Hydra. She volunteers to go undercover to take down Hydra. In doing so she not only puts herself in the cross hairs with Rumlow but she gets to meet the mystery men causing Hydra issues. Who are the Captain and Winter Soldier? What lengths will you go through to uncover the truth and seek revenge?

The Boston Brute - @time-for-a-lullaby

When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake. 

Planet Evans Universe - @astranva

In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress, you, at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party. (Following the life of overprotective!dad!Chris x wife!actress!reader!)

Don’t Speak - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (Dark!Andy Barber)

Cat and Mouse - @queen-of-the-avengers

You’re called the Vixen because you were HYDRA’s favorite creation. You’re very hard to catch, and once you are, it’s even harder to keep you.

Let’s Ride - @starryevermore

You’re a single mom and have just moved into a new town. You have no interest in looking for love, but the funny thing about love is, it waits for no one. (Biker!Ari Levinson)

Out Of The Darkness - @sunshinexsin

Sienna Jons has lived in Boston for three years now after graduating and is running her own salon in the city. With a small group of friends sticking by her side, she's content with her life. Enter Chris Evans, a known and feared mob boss in Boston’s underground crime world. Coming out of a long relationship ended in a bitter divorce, Chris isn’t looking for anything serious until Sienna crosses his path. Trying to win her over proves difficult for the man who seemingly has it all and Sienna is not willing to be with someone who causes such destruction in his own hometown. Sienna soon finds herself entangled in the crazy, violent world of the mob and struggles to find a way to either live with the hardened man Chris has always been or get away from him before her own life spirals out of control.

Murder He Wrote - @wiypt-writes

You’re sent by your asshole boss to do a review of a Celebrity Host Haunted Mansion, hosted by none-other than the arrogant, wild-eye browed actor Lucas Lee, but you’re worried you’ve missed the boat…that is, until at the last minute, an email arrives to say they can let you in on the last admission that night, which just happens to be Halloween. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale)

Poison Paradise - @the-iceni-bitch

Robert Pronge was sure he could settle for a fake domestic life as long as he could go on killing. Little did he know that you could give him everything he needed.

A Bun In The Oven - @witchywithwhiskey

the leaves are changing—green fading into golden yellow, burnt orange and radiant red—and the days are getting shorter and colder as autumn settles in. it's the perfect time of year for baked goods, fall foliage, book stores, and to curl up next to (and get under) our favorite man with a plan, steve rogers

Wilford’s Demands - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Wilford places you in Curtis’ care so he can impregnate you.

In The Balance - @goodgirlofglory

One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?

Drowning Siren - @rogerswifesblog

The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared. It was the biggest experimental lab they had ever seen, the closest base to the ocean, full with creatures-dead creatures. Some of them laid still on tables, stripped with metal cuffs, open and already rotting. It was an awful smell. But then they heard something beautiful. A melody, a beautiful voice singing unbelievably gentle sounds. Walking into the building full with ocean creatures, they had no idea their life was about to change.

Vampire Kings Religion - @marvelcriminalhoe

In a world where fantasy beings roam every corner, the humans are on the bottom. Looked at as weak and disgraceful. The vampires are the opposite. They rule the land, and all of the creatures that take part of it. the current ruler, King Steven, has ruled for more than 150 years, alone. After many nights, and long talks with his most trusted hands, he comes to the long awaited decision that he will finally, take a wife. All female creatures, are to be evaluated, so he can find his perfect match. Of course, no one expects for him to choose a human. Especially not one from the church. Especially not the daughter, of the leader, of the church. The same church that detests the mythical creatures, wishing for nothing more than for them to perish in fire. How could this union possibly end well?

Ride And Prejudice - @pagesoflauren

A take on Pride & Prejudice, certain circumstances in your life have led you to take refuge and work in a farm village, particularly on the ranch owned by Steve Rogers. He doesn’t take kindly to you, having bad perceptions about city folk. Your only reaction to that is the one you deem acceptable: get annoyed at every little thing he does whilst doing your best to annoy him and still keep your job.

Love On The Brain - @howardpotts

You’re just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and voilence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer? (MobBoss!Steve Rogers)

Flamingo King - @onsunnyside

The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole damn city?

Make It A December To Remember - @imyourbratzdoll

AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! SANTA AND THE GRINCH ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM! (a chris evans xmas universe)

This Love Is Bad - @wildestdreamsblog

You were just trying to escape your past, and Ari was trying to chase his future.

Nowhere To Run - @sagechanoafterdark

On the last day that Steve spent in your small town before heading off to basic training for the army, he made sure it was one you wouldn’t ever forget. Years later when he appears in your town he seems like a changed man in more ways than one, but you’re ready to show him that you’ve never forgotten that day. (Dark!Steve Rogers+ Bucky Barnes)

Nice To Be Kneaded - @rogersideup

Almost every news station in the country was covering the chase for the missing superheroes post-raft-escape following the Civil War. Steve Rogers face had been plastered on the cover of every news paper, fliers stapled to street lamps, posted on bulletin boards in what felt like every coffee shop in the country. It had been just a few long months shy of a year, just long enough to grow out his hair and beard to make himself as unrecognizable as he could manage. Though he was still the poster boy of disorder within the states, he found himself in the scanty town of Greenwood in the house right next to yours.

Forever And Ever More - @syntheticavenger

Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha who has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.

Hackers Heart - @bakugousaysdie

steve rogers has always been america’s golden boy, leading earth’s mightiest heroes and serving his country. you have always been bad with boundaries, a little too curious, and an absolute disruption. you are an absolute menace,so it’s only right you fell in love with the most adored man in the country.

Arranged - @time-for-a-lullaby

Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

#chxrrys fic recs #chxrrys masterlist #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #steve rogers #ransom drysdale #lloyd hansen #andy barber #ari levinson #chris evans fic recs #steve rogers fic recs

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rodrick x hyperfeminine reader hcs

wc: 2.3k

genre: mutual pining, contrasting aesthetics

pairing: rodrick x hyperfeminine reader (fem/she her/referred to as a girl)

summary: you're new at school and it takes a painfully long time for you to find the only hot guy there. he's had a massive painful crush on you since you first set foot through the door.

warnings: reader is a little insecure/anxious and copes through hyperfemininity, rodrick has low self esteem and dyslexia, they both think they have no chance with the other one, jocks keep asking you out, you're friends with Heather and Madison

a/n: obsessed with this dynamic. when you finally date everyone is so fucking confused lmao

@dustyinkpages @the-snake-pit @yesv01

First of fucking all

Match made in heaven

On your first day of school at Crossland you turned a whole lot of heads 

You figure you should make a statement and decide to channel your idol, Elle Woods

You show up to school in a pink mini skirt blazer set, a little halter top with a heart cut out, and matching pink heels

You’re obviously rocking your signature scent, strawberry pound cake body spray and matching strawberry fizz flavored lip gloss

You did a mani pedi and a facial over the weekend to destress 

You walk in quickly to avoid the people that are staring at you for some reason, unintentionally strutting through the halls in a way that appears totally confident 

You reach the office to get your schedule and tuck it into your heart shaped bag along with your sunglasses 

You make sure to smile and be extra friendly with all the teachers and administrative staff, and in every class where you have to introduce yourself over and over, you try to project what you hope is an approachable friendliness 

People were already starting to whisper about the living barbie doll that just showed up out of nowhere, and these whispers reached none other than Heather Hills

She grabs Madison and tries to hunt you down

To confront you for trying to steal her place as the prettiest most popular girl there

Before she can threaten you, you’re asking her where the good boutiques in town are

You have such a unique, sunshiney charm that she totally forgets what she came to talk to you about

Before she knows it, you and her and Madison have plans to go shopping this weekend

You praise yourself for making a couple friends on the first day, not realizing you accidentally waltzed your way into the elusive popular girl clique 

By the end of the day, you have entirely by accident established yourself as queen bee of the school

As time goes on, you’re relieved that at least some of the people at Crossland are so friendly

Sometimes people say hi to you, and you always reply with a smile or wave or hi back

But a lot of the time people just stare at you

You’re somewhat used to it since not a lot of people wear nearly as much pink as you do

Or glitter

Or use a fuzzy pink strawberry scented glitter gel pen for all their homework

So you try to chalk it up to that 

As the days go on, everyone thinks they know exactly what to expect from you

You’re like Heather 2.0, just a little nicer 

Which is almost worse

When Heather is mean to everyone she doesn’t like (which is almost everyone) at least they have a reason to hate her

But you??

You’re so elusive 

You don’t have a ton of friends, you don’t go out of your way to go party unless Heather and Madison drag you there

But what’s weird is that you’ve turned down every guy who’s actually worked up the courage to ask you out

Every single guy at crossland wants to ask you out

But when the captain of the football team 

And the quarterback 

And the hottest guy in your grade all asked you out

And the whole school watched you politely turn them down one after the other

No one else thought they stood a chance

Heather and Madison think you’re crazy for turning them down

“I just… I’m not really into guys like that.” you say dismissively

“Hot jocks?” Heather demands

You would have said the type of guys who’d have bullied you in middle school, but now doesn’t seem like the right time to bring that up

“Yeah.” you agree, and eventually they stop pressing you

Your status of queen bee is even more solidified by the rumors rampantly spreading that not only are you unimaginably hot

But you’re also impossible to date

This becomes common knowledge after a while

Until one day when you’re running late to school

Heather’s still complaining about having to turn around and pick up her sister

“I mean, you were the one who forgot her at your house…” Madison starts, piping down fast when Heather glares at her

As you all get out of her convertible, tires screech behind you

A beat up white van with spray paint writing on the side parks haphazardly next to the curb

Muffled guitar and drums blast out of the car speakers, and as the driver opens the door, you recognize it as green day

Your eyes widen, and you lag behind to try and get a look at the driver

Heather’s ranting about something, and Madison grabs your arm, pulling you along as you watch the driver stumble out and trip on the curb

He has messy black hair, eyeliner, and he’s wearing a well loved ramones shirt

As if that wasn’t enough, he shoves the drumsticks he’s holding into his back pocket, poking out awkwardly 

“Who is that?” you ask

Heather and Madison whip around, ecstatic that you finally found someone at school you think is hot

They scan the scattered crowd of other late students trying to make it inside before first bell

“Who?” Heather demands, looking straight past the guy at the captain of the football team who you’d turned down for the fourth time earlier this week. “Brent? You know Brent.” 

A twinge of jealousy flashing through her voice as she finishes, desperate for more information

“No,” you say, pointing. “The guy who looks like Billie Joe Armstrong.”

“Who?” they both demand, still looking right past him

“Black hair, black shirt…”

Finally they see him

“Heffley??” Heather demands, holding back a gag at his name. “No, no, no. Not him, anyone but him.” 

She shudders, pushing past both of you to go inside

You’re stuck in place, watching him greet his friends and laugh loudly as they shove each other hello

Madison leans in close

“That’s Rodrick. His god awful band ruined Heather’s sweet 16 and she’s still pissed about it. Going near him is social suicide.” 

It suddenly makes sense that you haven’t bumped into the only hot guy at school yet

If you’re always with Heather and Heather avoids him like the plague… 

Madison drags you inside, and you’re already trying to figure out a way to talk to him

Just because you didn’t know Rodrick exited before now, doesn’t mean he hasn’t been drooling over you since you showed up at Crossland

“Uh, dude… was she just staring at you?” Ward says once Madison finally drags you inside, forcing you to break your unwavering stare you had locked on Rodrick 

He turns around quickly, looking for a more logical explanation for you looking in his direction as some football players walk past 

“She must have been looking at Brent.” he decides

“No dude,” Ben punches his arm, “she was totally making eyes at you.” 

They all laugh at the ridiculousness of the statement as he drags himself to his first class of the day

He can’t focus even more than usual

Were you staring at him? Making eyes at him like Ben had said?

He stares at the back of your head in all your shared classes, which is a lot of them, just like he always does 

And just like always, his mind starts to wander

Of course he’s down stupid bad for you, he doesn’t know anyone that’s not

He wonders what you smell like, what you look like up close

He wonders what your hands would feel like on his body, if you’d drag your pretty manicured nails across his skin

He imagines kissing you in such vivid detail it feels real for a few moments

Then he starts to wonder what you’d taste like 

Probably bubblegum, you usually chew it between periods when you won’t get in trouble for it

He wonders if your lip gloss is flavored

God, since the first day you showed up in this shithole he’s been thinking about you

He’s had countless dreams about you to

He always goes right back to sleep hoping he can see you again, feel your body against his, feel your lips on his skin one more time

He knows it’s hopeless, knows that even if you’ve seen him around and are vaguely aware of his existence, you don’t know his name

And why would you want to??

He’s such a teenage dirtbag he practically has rights to the song

Plus Brent is still determined to get you to go out with him

He considers himself your boyfriend already and has been threatening anyone who stares at you more than normal

Even if he could get past Brent and his own debilitating self doubt and low self esteem, you’re with Heather and Madison constantly, who still think he’s worse than mold after the incident and Heather’s sweet 16

You’re literally untouchable 

Even still, he doesn’t think he’s ever had a crush this bad

Not even back when he liked Heather

The only way he can get through classes is by spacing out the whole time (his teachers expect nothing less of course) and imagining you marching right up to him and sitting on his lap to make out with him

The only notes he takes anymore are scribbled song lyrics about you until his hand cramps up and he gets one of those nausea headache he gets from trying to write or read too much 

He thinks about you so much

It’s getting to the point where he’s thinking about you all the time

And he has absolutely no idea what to do about it

Because he doesn’t stand a chance

There’s no way in hell he could approach you, much less get you to go out with him

Plus you’ve literally turned down every guy that’s asked you out this year

Why would you want to go out with him???

Heather and Madison are wondering the same thing

You could easily pull anyone in this entire school

And now you’re making eyes at Heffley out of nowhere????

It doesn’t make sense 

They can’t pay attention for the rest of the day

Neither can you

You spend the entire day trying to figure out how to talk to him (you could just walk over to him)

How to get his attention (you already have it)

How to set up the perfect scenario to make him fall for you (he fell hard and fast long before now and has not recovered)

A party

You have to throw a party and get his band to play

Then you can corner him after the show to buy a cd and see if you can get it to go somewhere

It’s perfect

Plus Heather’s been telling you that you should throw at least one party before the school year is over

You tell Heather you want to throw a party this weekend

She’s ecstatic, thinking you’re finally moving on to something better to focus on

She and Madison are so busy helping you get everything ready they don’t notice you staring at Rodrick in the halls every chance you get and never managing to get him to look over at you

You’re so busy throwing an elaborate rager of a party to try and seduce him like Jay Gatsby that you don’t notice him staring at you when you’re not looking too

You can’t let anything ruin your chance with Rodrick 

Nothing can possibly go wrong

So when Brent asks you out again at lunch you turn him down more definitively than you have before

You tell him you’re just not into him like that, and to please stop asking you out

He’s never had someone tell him that they’re not attracted to him and want nothing to do with him 

It was definitely a much needed blow to his self esteem

Rumors that you broke up with Brent (even though you weren’t dating in the first place) spread like wildfire 

So after school when you manage to slip away from Heather and Madison for long enough to approach Rodrick and ask him and his band to play at your party this weekend 

It feels like a fucking dream

Not only do they have a gig

But it’s at your party???? 

It feels fake

It feels like something his touch starved hormonal brain would concoct to distract him from what he should be thinking about

They start trying to figure out sets and extra practice time before your party

And Ben insists the whole time that you were making eyes at him

Except this time Rodrick kind of believes him

There’s no way this means he has a chance with you, right??

He watches you walk away

And as you walk away, you let out an excited suppressed giggle that you actually talked to him

You’re still flustered and blushing under all your makeup, fanning your warm face as you hop into the passenger seat of Heathers convertible 

“What’s up with you?” she asks, noticing your distracted state

“I’m just… really excited for this party.” you smile, biting your lip

You don’t think about a thing other than him for the rest of the day

You decide this party really cannot come soon enough

If you play your cards right

You might even get him to like you back

You ruminate on this as you start picking out an outfit - in your signature pink, of course - completely unaware that Rodrick is already rehearsing for your party

And thinking about you just as much

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick #doawk x reader #doawk rodrick #rodrick x girly reader #you make him lose his shit #actively go bonkers for you

[cyberchronics]

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wriothesley + aphrodisiacs ♡♡

he's always prepared for whatever trouble you plan on causing while visiting him at the Fortress. toys? almost too easy to deal with. a sexy outfit? it only makes him wish he could take it off. restraints? don't make him laugh. he'll wear a collar like a badge of honor let you use his handcuffs.

but for whatever reason, he never expected you to be this sneaky. his cup of tea is barely halfway finished before the effects wash over him, making his body grow weak as he slowly recognizes the feeling. his underwear grows tighter and a stifled groan slips past reddened lips as his glass is set on the table.

he knew buying you that pyro regisvine nectar would come back to bite him in the ass.

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Every visit to Meropide starts the same. Wriothesley greeting you with a kiss on cheek and escorting you to his office, allowing you past all the security checks without so much as a patdown or walking through a single metal detector. That's how you always manage to sneak in things that has no business being a prison.

He never regrets it, of course. It's the highlight of his day when you find a new way to get him horny and pinned against his desk, ink spilling over once more and ruining hours worth of paperwork.

Today, you managed to sneak an aphrodisiac in his drink at tea time. He doesn't know how he didn't see you pour it in, nor how the cheeky smile on your face didn't alert him. But that's the least of his concern as he slowly ruts against the thigh pinning him in place. He's practically begging for your touch like this, drool spilling past his lips and soaking into his tie.

"Mmph... please, baby." Every movement is achingly slow to Wriothesley. He hates when your skin isn't on his, wishing you would just rip off his clothes instead of slowly unbuttoning each article like he was a delicate doll. You know he can take the rough treatment, he thinks, just give him what he wants.

He's laid out prettily on his desk, papers crinkled under the curve of his ass while his legs dangle off the edge. The tuft of hair at the base of his cock is shining, soaked in fluid as your fingers wrap around the shaft. He bucks up into the warmth blindly, glad that this isn't a punishment as he throws his head back.

Spilling into your hand once isn't nearly enough for him. In fact, he feels as if he'll never be satisfied again as his hips keep going desperately. His cock slaps against his stomach as you let it go, the whine in his throat slipping out as he grabs your wrist and pulls your body on top of his own. Wriothesley's words are slurred as he whispers into your ear.

"I know you did this to me... take responsibility."

And so you do.

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a/n: def didn't forget about ktober.... also wrio is so bad im def writing more for him

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley #wrio x reader #wriothesley x reader #sub wriothesley #rabid for him #⛓️ #☄️

[shawtuzi]

okay so i accidentally posted this earlier and didn’t even get to the actual smut so here’s the full version. it got a little soft at the end i’m sorry i can never resist a happy ending <//3

this is 18+///cw include: fem reader, black coded reader, slight alcohol use, cheating, soft dom!eren, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink???, creampie, choking, some fluff at the end///wc: 3.1k

eren absolutely hates your boyfriend. every time he drops your daughter off and sees you dressed up to go on a date with him he can’t help but feel jealousy course through his veins, or the burning rage that consumes him when he sees that tool sitting on your couch. the couch he used to cuddle with you on, made love to you on—shit you conceived your daughter on the damn couch and there he was tainting the good memories that sacred couch once had.

tonight was no different unfortunately. while you were waiting for your boyfriend at home to surprise him with dinner eren had stopped by unexpectedly, usually he came over for bullshit reasons such as your daughter left a hair bow at his place or forgot a sippy cup but tonight he had an actual good reason. carla had been nagging him for weeks to spend time with her granddaughter and he finally gave in and all was well until carla called in a panic saying his baby girl was having a nervous breakdown before bedtime because she didn’t have her favorite plushie <//3

so here eren was knocking on your door the faint smell of your famous pho hitting his nose. “you’re home- oh! can i help you with something eren?” you asked leaning against the door. eren looked you up and down his heart fluttering at the sight of you looking all dolled up. “you got your hair done…butterfly locs look good on you as always,”he smirked eyeing your freshly done hair. you looked absolutely stunning eren almost forgot you’re dressed like this for someone else and not him. you were expecting someone else and not him. “i did thanks for noticing now is everything okay? is emersyn okay?” your brows furrowed in worry and eren chuckled shaking his head, “emmy is fine it’s nothing too serious she just forgot her stuffed animal thing.”

you let out a sigh of relief before opening the door wider signaling for him to come in, “sit tight i’ll go find it.” eren nodded his eyes going right to your ass as soon as you turned around, “goddamn” he mumbled to himself adjusting his sweats in a not to subtle way. he rocked back and forth on his heels stopping when he heard his phone ring.

mother: emmy tired herself out and fell asleep just make sure to bring it with you when you pick her up in the morning!!

“yeah….uh huh yeah that’s fine….see you later,” eren heard you mutter coming down the stairs your infamous agitated look gracing your once smiling face. “what’s up? is it reiner?” eren raised his brow taking a few steps closer to you. you let out an annoyed sigh tossing the plushie at him, “nothing just- shit what does it matter you don’t care about anything having to do with me and reiner unless it’s news about us breaking up,” you snapped crossing your arms. eren scoffed taking a few steps closer to you, “you and i both know that shit ain’t true y/n i care about any and everything that has to do with you and emersyn.”

this time it was your turn to scoff, “give me a fucking break eren anytime i bring him up you start acting a fool saying he isn’t right for me” you hissed taking another step closer to him. eren wanted to be angry he really did, but you looked so damn adorable with that kissable pout on your face. he brought his hand to your face and stroked your cheek with him thumb just the way he knew you liked and he knew it was working by the way your eyes began to flutter, “now tell me what happened mama.”

you relaxed into his touch nibbling on your bottom lip before speaking, “reiner canceled on me….he’s working late tonight and i’m just upset because i got my hair done and i cooked all day just for him to cancel again. i broke up with you because i was tired of being neglected and now it’s happening all over again,” tears began to brim your eyes making eren’s heart ache. he wanted to cut in and talk shit on reiner as much as he could but he just let you continue to talk. “not only on dates but- but in bed too! he hasn’t touched me in weeks that’s why tonight was so important but i guess it doesn’t matter now. i don’t even know why im talking to you about this i’m sorry,” you sighed fighting the intense urge to nuzzle your face in his palm.

here was his chance. he knew it was wrong so so wrong but how could he ignore your obvious desperate cries for some proper attention. “he hasn’t been satisfying you very much huh? not like i used to at least…. is that what i’m hearing?” you wanted to say something smart and burst his ego but you couldn’t, not when he was so very right.

as much as eren neglected you emotionally during your relationship he always took care of you when it came to sex. on nights where he’d be out with his homeboys till three am he’d wake you up with his tongue lapping and sucking at your clit till you were begging him to fuck you. after intense fights he’d make it up to you by fucking you on the couch moaning empty promises into your ear saying he’d do better and be around more for you and emmy. even when you were pregnant as hell he still made sure your needs and his were taken care of in the bedroom. if only he had kept that same passion throughout your entire relationship maybe things would be different.

“h-how about i fix us up some dinner before you go i made your favorite,” you suddenly pulled away, offering eren a weak smile before walking to the kitchen. eren ran a hand through his hair glancing down at the hard on he was now sporting, “shit y/n fuck are you doing to me” he muttered trailing behind you. “i’m actually in no hurry my mom said emmy is asleep now,” he took a seat on one of the barstools at the counter adjusting himself before returning his attention back to you. “careful now it’s hot,” you smiled placing a bowl of pho in front of him. god even your smile made his dick twitch.

after eating and light conversation you decided to be risky offering eren a drink, “want some wine?” you asked setting your dishes in the sink. “you know i’m a dark liquor man y/n. got any henny?” he asked giving you that same panty dropping smirk that had you weak in the knees for him in the first place. “hennessy? you’re disgusting but yes i do,” you giggled grabbing the bottle from your liquor cabinet.

“that was delicious by the way i miss your cooking,” eren gave you a warm smile before taking a small sip of the drink you slid over to him. you took a long drink of the wine you poured for yourself before speaking, “i’ll bring you over leftovers whenever it’s my turn to drop emmy off at least someone eats my food. don’t get me wrong reiner loves it but he’s never really around much to enjoy it anymore,” you mumbled the last part swirling around the purple liquid in your glass.

after a few more drinks you were beginning to feel a little hot and having eren in front of you looking so good wasn’t helping in the slightest. you leant on forward attempting to cool off your hot skin on the marble counter causing eren to nearly choke on his drink seeing the way your breasts damn near popped out of the white floral pattered sundress you were wearing.

he sighed downing the rest of his drink before slamming the cup down the force nearly breaking it, “how ‘bout one more before i hit the road” he stood up and you almost started hyperventilating seeing that all too familiar print in his sweats. “you good mama?” he asked now choosing to stand next to you instead of sitting in his original spot. you couldn’t speak. you didn’t know if it was the two glasses of wine or just plain horniness clouding your mind but you knew either way you needed one thing and that one thing was eren and his stupidly good dick.

“i know that look, that’s the same look you gave me the night we made emmy,” he chuckled pouring himself another glass of henny. “remember that night like it was yesterday shit was so good we damn near broke the couch. i made you cum what? six times? couldn’t even move after i was done with you.”

“eren….” you whimpered squeezing your thighs together. “just let me take care of you for the night ma no one’s gotta know. lemme fuck you one last time you clearly need it—in fact i bet you’re soaked right now, you always got wet for me so easily” eren yanked you towards him by your arm slipping a hand under your dress before you could protest. “don’t ren s’embarrasinggg,” you whined gripping on his bicep but it was no use his fingers were already pressed against the very damp spot on your panties.

“fucking knew it, tell me y/n when’s the last time reiner fucked you and i mean actually fucked you,” he asked using his ring and middle finger to rub slow circles on your clit. your brain was screaming at you to rip his hand away and make him leave but you were thinking with your pussy on this one and it was telling you to let eren fuck you silly just one last time. “w-we had s-sex the other night,” your voice was so shaky it sounded like you were on the verge of crying. eren growled adding more pressure to his fingers, “and did you cum y/n? did he make you cum like i always did?” you shook your head in embarrassment now practically humping his fingers, “no….he-he never has.”

in a flash eren had you sitting on the counter your dress now bunched up at your waist, “and he never fucking will and why is that?” eren cocked his head to the side his nimble fingers toying with the waistband of your panties. “b-because he’s not you h-he’s not my renny,” your words brought a smile to eren’s face, he’d never felt more at ease than he did now knowing he was still your renny.

eren tore off your panties (a pair reiner had bought you) and tossed them to the side before bending down, tossing your legs over his broad shoulders. “tie my hair up for me will you?” eren asked pressing gentle kisses against your thighs. you grabbed the elastic from eren with shaking hands tying his hair up in a messy bun, “there n-now please do something m’so wet for you ren.” eren let out a low groan eyeing your soaked pussy before wrapping his kiss swollen lips around your clit. “ohhh shit,” you sighed dreamily your eyes fluttering shut and your head lolling to the side. eren was always an expert at giving head something reiner unfortunately wasn’t very good at (i’m lying so bad rn he is king of giving head but just go with it).

“that’s right baby feel good for me, fuck yourself on my tongue,” you hadn’t even noticed you were practically humping eren’s face not giving him very much time to breath, but he didn’t care of course not when you looked so pretty from this his view. embarrassing enough it only took a couple minutes for him to make you cum but he still kept going now adding his fingers into the mix. “fuck erennn,” you whined letting your back fall flat against the counter, the two glasses you and him were drinking from shattering on the ground but you just couldn’t find it in you to stop nor care.

after making you cum two more times on his tongue eren stood at his full height bringing you in for another messy kiss. “goddamn you taste better than i remember now lemme take this off ‘wanna see all of you again,” eren removed your dress fully leaving you bare in front of him and he wanted to curse his past self out for ever making you feel like you weren’t enough for him when you in fact were more than enough. he gripped your breasts in his hands kneading them together before attaching his lips to one of your nipples while his hand tweaked the other. “c-careful they’re still kinda sensitive,” you mumbled your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

eren chuckled letting go of your nipple with a lewd pop before speaking, “how could i forget? remember when i made you cum just by playing with them? fuck we had some good times and i wish i could ponder about them more but i really need to fuck you.” eren picked you up giving your ass a few harsh smacks before dropping you on the couch, immediately you sat on your knees tugging his sweats down allowing his dick to spring free. “lemme suck you off a little please?” you didn’t even give a chance to reply already wrapping your hand around the base squeezing softly. “agh shit okay okay gimme your hand,” you brought your hand out biting your lip harshly when eren spit in your hand wishing it was your mouth he was spitting in instead.

you stroked his dick softly and played with his balls while you suckled at the tip tonguing at his slit just the way he liked. “fuck that’s it there you go mama take a little more in your mouth i know you can i spent weeks training this throat,” you took more of his dick into your mouth but it wasn’t enough for eren he liked his head very messy. he yanked you back by your hair squishing your cheeks together, “need your mouth a little more wet” he grunted pushing his index and middle finger down your throat until you were basically drooling. you put your embarrassment to the side and got to work giving eren the nastiest sloppiest head he’s ever gotten in his life.

eren threw his head back with a loud groan unconsciously bucking his hips forward. his eyes snapped open when he felt you tongue at his balls and he pulled you back once against much to your dismay, “m’sorry i would let you continue but i really really need to fuck you y/n. now bend over the armrest and arch your back.” you did as you were told and decided to tease him just a little by spreading your folds giving him a mouthwatering view of your pretty pussy. “go slow ‘kay? it’s been a minute,” he heard you whisper and nodded giving your shoulder a gentle kiss before slowly pushing in. “oh my god,” you both moaned in unison the feeling of being this close once again making you feel a tad emotional.

you promised yourself you wouldn’t let this man weasel his way back into your life but it was so goddamn hard. eren was the first man to ever call you beautiful, he was your first boyfriend, your first kiss— every special moment you could have with someone you had done with him and it was so hard to just let all that go. not to mention he was the man that gave you your little angel and was an amazing dad to her despite how he acted towards you in the past.

“eren,” you moaned grinding yourself back against him a clear white sheen of your essence already coating his dick. “i know baby i know lemme take care of you,” he could almost cry at how amazing it felt to have you wrapped around him again but he sucked it up, grabbing both your wrists in his much larger hand before roughly thrusting into you. “shit shit shit!” you cried digging your nails into your palm. eren’s hair had completely fallen out of the bun his chocolate colored locs now swinging with every harsh thrust into your swollen pussy. i

eren wrapped his hand around your throat pushing you against his hard chest not once stopping his brutal pace, “what do you think reiner would say if he found out i fucked another baby into you? emmy has been saying she wants another sibling,” he chuckled darkly his grin growing when he heard you mutter out a tiny, “w-who?” eren felt himself get closer to the edge but he held back he had to make sure you were a babbling brain dead mess by the time he was through with you.

“who is right baby because he is fucking no one to you and if you give me one more chance i promise, i fucking promise i will give you everything and more i’m nothin’ without you y/n,” his words had you cumming on his dick a mixture of tears of pleasure and happiness streaming down your cheeks. eren gripped onto the armrest his knuckles turning a ghostly white at the feeling of you tightening around him like a vice, your cum trickling down his shaking thighs. “that’s turns you on huh? y’like hearing how much i need you ma because i do i think about you all hours of the day— fuck…think about how much i could’ve done differently,” you couldn’t reply too spent to talk but you heard every single word.

“f-fuck m’gonna cum where do you want it baby?” his thrusts began to get sloppier and he was praying you’d pick the place he wanted god he wanted nothing more than to give you another kid and watch you care for and nurse another one of his children. keyword his. “i-inside please cum inside renny,” that was all he needed to hear before he stilled his movements his warm cum shooting into your pussy. eren kissed down your spine whispering sweet nothings and praises making your heart flutter for the umpteenth time.

“i know you probably don’t wanna get back with me i’ll buy you a plan b and drop it off tomorrow when i bring emmy,” he whispered giving your shoulder one last kiss but you shook your head looking back at him over your shoulder. “if i break things off with reiner and get back with you you have to change i can’t live like that again eren. i want a husband—a family i can’t have that if everything is one sided,” eren nodded leaning down to brush his nose against yours:

“i promise i will be there i’ll never do you like that again i put that on everything i love.”

#eren <3 #my writing #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager fluff #eren jaeger fluff #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan smut #aot imagines #eren yeager #snk eren #aot smut #snk smut

[moonxnite]

Stay With Me, Doll.

Daryl Dixon x Reader, Rick Grimes x Reader (platonic)

Summary: Y/n’s a lone wolf, she has a horse and a house so she didn’t feel the need to stay in a community or sanctuary. That is, until Daryl manages to convince the reader to stay with him in Alexandria.

Y/n liked to travel a lot, she didn’t particularly stick to one community, instead she had multiple connections to them. To Y/n, she only had one true best friend, which was her horse, Myra. To be frank, Y/n liked spending time alone and she preferred it that way.

Y/n always made sure to check in with every community and was welcomed to stay in each, all for which she politely declined. Everyone from Rick, Maggie, Ezekiel, and surprisingly Negan all thought Y/n was crazy but respected her wishes. Daryl understood her lifestyle and respected her for it.

Y/n liked Daryl, a lot.

She also hated him because he always made her blush and giggle like a schoolgirl.

She just didn’t know that he liked her back.

Making her grand entrance at Alexandria, Y/n couldn’t wait to see her friends, but also her love. Arriving at the gate, Y/n was allowed to enter and walked amongst the field to allow Myra to be taken care of and fed. She smiled as she spotted Rick but her smile grew wilder as she saw Daryl. Running out of excitement, Y/n rushed into Daryl’s arms to which he caught her and spinned her around.

‘What a bunch of teenagers,’ Rick thought as he witnessed the bittersweet moment, wishing he could capture it on camera.

“Oh my gosh how I missed you so much!” Y/n exclaimed loudly as she hugged Daryl tightly.

“I missed yer too” Daryl exchanged back

“So no one missed me?” Rick questioned

“You know I do, come here!” You smiled as you pulled Rick in a hug

The trio made their way into Rick’s house, everyone was caught of guard when Y/n screamed and jumped as she reunited with Carl and Judith. The rest of the gang all rushed inside the house to welcome Y/n and celebrated a dinner for their favorite member. Upon hours of her stay, Carol and Michonne gave Y/n a grand tour of the community while also introducing her to new recruits. As the sun came down and the moon said hello, Y/n made her way to Daryl’s house

Y/n’s heart kept fluttering as she made her way, smiling and blushing during her walk, she hoped one of these days she would confess.

But not tonight.

“Hi” She smiled

“Hey” He replied back

“Is it okay if I spend the night here? I promise I won’t disturb you too much, I’ll be on my way tomorrow morning” She said softly

That was the problem with Daryl. He wanted her to stay with him but he knew she preferred to stay alone. Daryl wanted to join her so many times but he couldn’t leave his friends and family, but oh how badly he wanted to leave with Y/n.

“Uh sure, why don’t you stay here?” He asked

“I am silly! I’m staying here for today” She knew what he was referring to but she couldn’t find the heart to have this conversation now

“No, I mean why don’t you stay in Alexandria. Why are you always alone?”

She knew that she had to answer the question to them, to him. She just hoped he would understand.

“I’m not always alone, I have Myra and a house. I guess I like being alone on my own journey.”

“But why? You can stay here with us, with me.” Daryl’s voice began to tremble and it nearly broke her heart. She didn’t mean to hurt him but it was one of the reasons why she was always afraid to commit. She hated hurting others, whether she meant it or not.

“Oh no Daryl, I’m sorry didn’t mean to upset you.” She walked towards him, placing her palms beside his face. She could see the pain written across his face.

“It’s fine” He mumbled, he attempted to push her hands away but he couldn’t. He loved all the affection she gave him.

“It’s just that-” Y/n stuttered, “I get scared of opening up to people. I do have you guys, and I’m grateful for the hospitality, it’s just that I get scared that if I stay, I’ll get close to everyone and have to deal with a loss that I always tend to avoid. I’m afraid of losing people because I lost so much ever since this happened. I’m scared that if something happened to you, it would hurt way more than I could take.” Y/n felt every bone of her body weakened as she admitted, she could feel the relief exiting out her body but could feel herself getting fragile as she spoke.

“I get ya” Daryl spoke “It’s not easy losing folks and it never will, I can’t give ya a happy pep talk about loss but I can say that losing people without ever knowing em’ is something you will regret. I would hate to lose more folks but I am to glad to know em.”

Y/n never thought of it like that. Daryl made sense and it finally clicked in her head that its worth trying to settle into Alexandria, with him. She always hated commitment in a community because she was always expected higher from others but if it meant having an actual family and living with Daryl, Y/n would be an idiot if she left that morning.

“Stay” Daryl pulled her back into reality

“Hm?”

“Stay with me, doll.” Her heart fluttered

It was Daryl’s turn to place his palms around her face. His eyes set deep inside hers. The silence was so loud they could hear each others heart’s practically beating so loud. Daryl continued to stare into Y/n’s eyes and slowly began capturing their lips together into a sweet gentle kiss.

“Stay with me”

“Okay, I’ll stay you.”

Daryl pulled Y/n back into a kiss, both smiling as their new lives began.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #twd daryl #twd daryl dixon #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #negan x reader #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #daryl dixon fic #daryl dixon imagine #daryl x reader #daryl dixon angst #daryl dixon fluff #the walking dead fluff #the walking dead imagine

[missuswalker]

love languages with stan's gang + butters !

✮ summary: going through the boys' love languages, giving and receiving ✮ warnings: suggestive themes (i bet you can guess who caused this) and mentions of vomit

kyle broflovski

giving ok, hear me out. kyle would love to spoil you. LISTEN, LISTEN, LISTEN. he's always so worried about what people think of him, and in his head, by giving you gifts, he thinks he's winning you over. it doesn't have to be anything big, it can be something small, like a leaf he found on the sidewalk that kinda looks like a heart. his favorite thing to buy you, though, is clothes. that way if someone compliments what you're wearing, he can be all like, "yeah, i picked that out. i bought that, that was me." another thought i'm having is that in front of everyone he'd be all like "lol ugly" but then IMMEDIATELY would text you to tell you how beautiful you are and that he was just kidding.

receiving

physical touch. period. he loves when you wrap your arms around his, he likes to show you off. not big on pda, but will try to get you to kiss him in front of kenny to show that you're his and his only. also words of affirmation, please tell him that you like his hair and that you think hanukkah is interesting.

stan marsh

giving

soooo big on quality time. constantly asking to hang out. meh on dates, he'll take you out every once in a while, but prefers to stay in his room. idk, he just likes staring at you silently while you're on your phone in the comfort of his own home. doesn't like when you talk to randy though, it annoys him. he's also very into physical touch for the same reason as kyle. to show you off. GUYS DON'T WORRY, HE WON'T THROW UP ON YOU (maybe)

recieving guys. ACTS. OF. SERVICE. brush out his emo, crusty ass hair after he gets drunk and vomits everywhere, or run him a bath after he spends to much time with randy. he will love you so, so much. do his skin care please. "no, i don't want that shit on my face, that's gay." bullshit. he wants you to do it so bad. do it. he's pretending to hate it so if cartman finds out, he can claim he was forced into it. adding words of affirmation again, it just makes him happy.

kenny mccormick

giving

do i even have to go over this? i will anyways. buying you cars 🤭😻. i'm kidding, obviously. he would if he could. but it's physical touch. very happy to have a hand on your thigh. or your ass. he loves having an arm around your shoulder or your waist when he can't hug you. this idiot always has to be touching you. he also likes quality time. when he's not working, he's touching all your shit in your room while you tell him about your day. (don't mention another guy unless you want to be aesthetically pounded 🥰)

recieving

ok, let me explain this. receiving gifts FOR HIS FAMILY. he'll feel guilty if you get him something only he can use. buy karen a new doll and he'll be on his knees. (or you'll be on yours) anyways, he likes physical touch too. obviously. he takes what he can get, he doesn't prefer one love language over another.

eric cartman

giving

very physical touch oriented. holding your hand, making out, hitting you, you know. NOT LIKE, WHERE IT'S PAINFUL. well... sometimes it hurts a little. he's not literally abusive in this au guys 😻 he matured 00000.2 precent. he's not much of anything else, maybe quality time. he likes making out with you in front of kyle. i don't really need to explain that, i don't think.

recieving

likes getting gifts. if you give him something small, like a flower, he'll act like he hates it, but keeps it in his toothbrush holder. you know, the cups where you put your toothbrush. he tries to fix his act and be appreciative sometimes. he also likes words of affirmation. "carty poo you're so muscular 😻😻" jk, but compliment him, like, twice a week.

butters stotch

giving

physical touch is his favorite. doesn't care if he gets grounded for holding your hand at the dinner table, he'll do it anyways. surprisingly, he's eh on cuddling, just because his arm falls asleep from staying too still, but likes to be touching you if you're sleeping next to each other. his back against yours, you putting your face into the crook of his neck. you know, the good stuff. he also loves complimenting you! he thinks you deserve to know how beautiful, funny, and smart you are.

receiving

words of affirmation, words of affirmation, words of affirmation. "you're so pretty, butters" "oh, geez, that's too sweet." gets very smiley. pleaseeeeeeeee tell him how much you love him. he also likes when you scratch his head and, like, mess with his hair. he also likes when you put your head in his lap, idk why but it makes him feel very brave and strong.

a/n: i have no idea what to write, help

#kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #butters stotch #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #eric cartman x reader #butters stotch x reader #south park headcanons #please tell me what to write #i love them

[kairiscorner]

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

ok but like...... shopping for pink clothes with miggy to get him in the barbie spirit before y'all watch the barbie movie like...........

it's amazing, really, how you managed to get him to come with you to the mall for that reason. miguel really hates going out and wasting his time and energy for such trivial purposes, and yet he told lyla to clear his schedule for the day for you. he furrowed his eyebrows as he fit his sunglasses on the minute he stepped out of the car and looked up ahead at the bustling establishment as he trailed behind you.

"again, why pink? isn't my get up good enough already?" he questioned you as you halted your steps and turned to face him with your hands on your hips. "miggy, you dare disrespect and desecrate the ancient tradition of donning pink to the opening of the barbie movie? for shame, miggy, for shame." you scolded miguel as you pouted at him and copied his furrowed eyebrows.

miguel sighed as he folded his arms over his chest and lowered his head. "okay, fine." he said in a reluctant manner as he gave in to your need to see him in pretty pink apparel. you smiled as you clasped your arm in his and led him to several clothing shops you frequented at. you honestly struggled to find anything that was both pink and comfortable enough for him to wear, he accidentally shredded up a few shirts and jackets here and there, but you two don't need to talk about that.

you felt rather disheartened at how, for a man as big, tall, and built as miguel, finding pink clothes for him was like finding a needle in a haystack. "so much for my dreams in pretty pink to come true..." you murmured to yourself in evident disappointment and sadness as you stepped into the car dejectedly and leaned against the car door as miguel got in, too. in a normal scenario with literally anyone else, miguel would have put the whole situation behind him and rejoice internally how the whole debacle was now over. but when he looked over at your sullen face and saddened expression, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of second-handed sadness as you stayed silent during the whole car ride.

as you two got home, you immediately walked upstairs and holed yourself up in the room your two shared, feeling too tired and let down to be talked to at the moment. miguel breathed out his own frustration at the situation and blinked back his disbelief at what he was about to do. "lyla," miguel called for the AI assistant, who was now in 1950's barbie setting. "yes, miggy dear?" she asked him as she flaunted herself and lowered her new white and black sunglasses. "...integrate all of doll miggy's wardrobe to my hologram settings for my clothes." he said, to which lyla grinned and happily obeyed to do.

miguel knocked on the door of the room after a while, and you sat up a little bit on the bed; your miggy doll was in one hand, dressed up in your mean girl inspired outfit that you personally sewed for the doll. "can i come in?" miguel asked, to which you called out your "sure," as you slumped back in bed, twiddling with the scowling doll in your hand. miguel stepped into the room, you not looking at him in shame as you thought about wasting his time, only to end up with a fruitless search.

"could you at least... look at me?" he asked you in a pleading manner, and you found yourself giving in. you hoped he wasn't too mad, maybe just a little empathetic over your desire to see him in a... oh goodness. and there, in all his glory, was miguel in a hot pink jacket, with a low v-neck cut, light pink shirt underneath with 'everyday a boss bitch' strewn on the front, with dangling pink earrings on his earlobes, with lyla's signature pink heart-shaped glasses on, a plaid hot and light pink skirt on and glittery pink stilettos that made him bump his head on the ceiling every time he walked. you covered your mouth as you accidentally dropped the miggy doll, that was the very outfit you made for it, and now...

"miggy... is a real doll-man guy...?" you asked aloud in disbelief as miguel looked extremely flustered at the brightness and slight boldness of this outfit. "this is what you wanted, right? well, now we can go see the movie now. we have 45 minutes until then, wouldn't wanna keep barbie waiting, right?" he asked with a crooked smile on his face as you got off the bed and felt over the outfit. "faux fur on the jacket's accents..." you muttered as your nearly teared up at the excellent attention to detail. miguel chuckled as he placed his hands on your cheeks. "i'd wear this for as long as you need me to, just... please don't feel sad, amor." he said as you sniffled back a few tears.

"oh, believe me, miggy... i am more than happy right now." you said as you extended your arms out to him, which was a sign that you needed him to lean down for a kiss. you pressed your lips against his own, and miguel took in every moment of it--savoring how gratifying the feeling of earning a kiss from you after practically barbiefying himself just so you wouldn't feel sad. if this is what the miggy doll gets as treatment from you, then he'd gladly be your miggy doll forever and dress in pink to watch you smile and kiss your tears away.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #barbie #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #atsv #miguel o'hara x you #atsv x reader #atsv imagines #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #the barbie movie #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

[reverieblondie]

I love your Gabriel drabbles!

can I request Gabriel with a reader who dresses in Tomboy clothes??

have a great day 💕💕

Sorry this took so long! I've been trying to write new fics and empty my inbox slowly but surly!

Maybe this was a bad idea…

It's so different from anything you have ever worn before…

What if he laughs…

What if he hates it…

Looking in the mirror, you can hardly believe you're wearing this. It's completely different from your usual sleepwear. Typically, you would be in your favorite sleep shirt and a pair of Gabriel's sweatpants. But now…

Pale pink, tight, and completely sheer, putting your whole body on display, something you usually avoid…

You usually wore clothes that hid your body, not that you were ashamed of yourself; you just liked the comfort of your tomboy style. Gabriel never seemed to mind; he always held you close, kissing your cheeks like you were the cutest thing he had ever seen. Gabriel O'Hara was just good like that; if there was a reward for best boyfriend, he should at least be nominated. He was kind, funny, and always reassuring without making you think he was babying you. The reasons for falling for him were numerous, and now here you are in this baby doll dress with him waiting in bed for you to come out in your 'surprise' for him. 

At the time you bought this, you were so sure that you would feel confident. The model looked great, so why wouldn't you? Maybe that was just wishful thinking…

It's too late now…Gabriel is waiting, being so patient for you. Are you a bit uncomfortable? Yes, but for him, you can bear it; you love him. 

With one more deep breath, you steady yourself and open the door. Gabriel's eyes nearly pop out of his skull as he looks at you head to toe. He seems to like it, so you keep your false smile. You watch as his eyes rake over you, taking in every detail, a smile creeping to his face, but when his eyes reach yours, his smile drops, and his face changes to something of concern. 

"What, you don't like it?" 

"Do you?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Keeping his eyes on you, he gets out of bed, placing gentle touches on your arms as he looks into your eyes, "I mean, you look so sad? That fake smile? Don't think I can't tell when you're not happy. Talk to me, what's up?"  

You can't help yourself from melting into his hold, wrapping your arms tightly around him, "I just…I don't feel like me in this…but I thought you might like it…something sexier…" 

Gabriel's face scrunches, "One, you shouldn't be dressing to impress me; you should wear what you're comfortable in. Two, I always think you're sexy." 

Leaning in, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his lips gently caressing your skin as he whispers praises to you, "You look sexy in just a T-shirt and my boxers; I love you so much. You drive me crazy, always…"  

The kisses start to feel sloppier as his tongue begins to lick gently at where he has been sucking marks onto your skin, his hands getting more seeking…

"How about when I'm naked…" you tease, throwing your head back as you feel his hands slip under the seer material to squeeze your ass; Gabriel practically moans at the thought of you bare for him. 

"That's my favorite…" he purrs in your ear, making your body shiver in excitement. 

"Help me take it off?"

"How about I rip it off?" 

"Even better." 

In a swift motion, Gabriel has you bent over the bed, his erection pressing against your wet cunt, already begging for him. With surprisingly little effort, his hands tear the flimsy material, his hands admittedly finding your breast to roll and pinch your buds, making you squirm. 

Gabriel brings one hand down to your clothed pussy, ruining the sheer thong that matched the tiny dress. His finger slowly slides and dips through to tease your aching slit. 

"Going to rip that of two?" 

Gabriel hums, admiring the thin cloth buried in your ass; he brings his fingers under the elastic waist and quickly lifts it up and releases causing it to snap against your skin, making you a mew slip and your back arch. Then roughly, he pulls the small panties to the side and buries two fingers knuckle deep, making you moan and start to softly rock back and forth on them. 

A small laugh leaves his lips, "eventually…"  

#askreverie #atsv smut #gabriel #gabriel o'hara x you #gabriel o'hara smut #gabriel o'hara x reader #atsv gabriel o'hara #gabriel o'hara

[lynnarang]

Doll Orphanage

Demon and angel walking hand-in-hand on the weekend, off for their weekly visit to the abandoned antique store the demon had comandeered. A heavy sigh escaped the demon’s mouth as the store entered sight.

“Again?”

A beat-up sign reading ‘Doll Orphanage’ hung over the entrance.

The demon pushed past the front door with a growl, greeted by a mixture of tiny gasps and cheers.

“Miss is back! Our witch didn’t abandon us!”

Over a dozen dolls came to the entrance of the rundown store, eager expressions on weathered faceplates, eyes sparkling with hope.

Giving her lover her best ‘shut your fucking mouth’ for giggling at the scene, the demon cleared her throat and addressed the crowd.

“For the last time, I’m not ‘Miss’ and I’m not a witch. I visit at the same time every week, like I have for years now…”

“Miss is very punctual, this one appreciates Miss for not abandoning it!”

Murmured assents were passed between the dolls. The angel, whom the dolls always seemed a little more cautious of, gave her lover a pat on the back.

“Just bear with it, ‘Miss’~”

Her glare was so cute~

The demon ignored the taunt and tossed the sign down in front of the dolls, a few of whom flinched reactively.

“Stop putting this up. I have someone watching over this place but stuff like this makes you targets. If people knew how many dolls were here, completely undefended…”

“We might be kidnapped by new witches and abused!”

“Exactly— Wait why do you look excited?”

“If we’re kidnapped that means we’re wanted!”

“I… Listen just don’t put up a sign like this again.”

“Yes Miss!”

The dolls chirped in unison, prompting another groan from the demon.

Shrugging off a few dolls who were clinging to her legs, the demon moved onto role call, making sure each doll she had brought her over the past few years was still present and in reasonably good condition. She tried not to spend too much time on any and let them attach to her…

But the angel could tell how much the dolls loved her demon. She suspected some of them were even teasing her when they called her Miss, assuming dolls were capable of such a thing.

“Babe, are you sure you don’t want to—”

“Yes, I’m sure, don’t even bring it up.”

The two had discussed several times if they wanted to bring any of the dolls back with them to help around their place.

“If we bring one the others will get jealous or hate themselves even more then they already do.”

The demon hissed quietly.

“‘sides, the lease says no dolls.”

Despite standing nothing to gain from the whole endeavor, the demon still came to look after the dolls she’d rescued every weekend without fail. She pretended to keep them at arm’s length but the angel could see how important all of this was for her lover.

Most of the dolls were service models that got damaged and thrown out, but there were a couple of disarmed combat dolls that she’d pulled from the scrap heap. All of them seemed to trust the demon implicitly, even the one who had only been here a few weeks. She had a feeling as to why.

“Listen I’m not your witch. I’m a demon! We eat dolls like you for breakfast.”

A poor choice of words lead to the demon blushing as several dolls started arguing over who tasted best, some of them even seasoning themselves. Her demon’s flustered face was also pretty cute~

With their safety secured and another promise made to find the dolls a better home someday, the couple parted with their little friends of porcelain, cloth, and steel. Somehow, the angel got the feeling that the dolls were happy with the way things were, as was her little demon~

“Sure you don’t wanna keep one?”

“Babe, I already told you… One day we’ll get a nicer place, somewhere remote out in the country. Then we won’t have to keep just one.”

The angel smiled and kissed her demon’s forehead. She was too sweet for a creature that was meant to be evil.

#empty spaces #microfiction #writing #repost from twitter #dollposting #my ocs #arang schütze #sephina fairheart

[frostgears]

self insert

"…and i find dubious," the detective doll said, tapping ash from its cigar, "that a witch of Her paranoia would allow Herself to be slain by any weapon She empowered. besides, none of Her combat dolls wield weapons that would leave such a wound."

their Witch was slumped across Her desk. Her torso, shadowed by shadows cast by nothing in the Real even in death, bore a stigma the size of a coin on its front. Her back was burned ruin, splattered half across the wall. the room reeked of witch-gore: chlorine, ozone, tar.

"then it was enemy action!" the chatelaine doll exclaimed. "only divine which enemy, and this one will rally the combat dolls. they may be in mourning, but they will fight the fiercer to keep the last shred of honor in revenge."

"spoken like a true one of Hers, suspecting enemies around every corner. but here at the center of Her power? no. if an enemy had made it this far, they would have cut you down too."

"then what or who, Investigator? we are all on borrowed time. when Her business is finished, so are we all." the chatelaine wrung its hands. "this one would rather spend its last days in comfort, or failing that, in honest familiar fear. this uncertainty…"

"imagine being animated by a stored contingency scrap of Her will, only to read written instructions to find Her killer, never to hear Her voice," the detective doll said sharply. "uncertainty is all i know. it is what i woke to. but i hate it even more than you."

"tell me," it continued. "we have accounted for all the combat dolls. all the service dolls. all the pleasure dolls. what about those that have less defined purpose?"

"surely not the comfort dolls? the little scraps of rag and stories she sometimes took to bed? they are as they were when She was alive, all around the place. maybe half of them grasp that She is not simply sleeping. this one never understood what She kept them for."

"for comfort, i assume. but one cannot tell stories," the detective doll said, "without a little imagination."

it focused one eye through the entry wound, then turned its head to look at the open door, figuring the angles.

"round them up for me, chatelaine, if you please."

the half-dozen of them were brought before it. it found them frustrating little things, with little grasp of times or reasons, and a preoccupation with their toys.

"this one's called Buttercup," the fifth one said. it was two feet tall and made mostly of yellow felt. the detective suspected a rather prosaic scheme in their naming.

"and what were you doing the day Miss… went away," it asked the comfort doll. it was not planning to explain death again. they would all learn soon enough anyway.

"this one was looking for ammo!" Buttercup said cheerfully.

"ammo?"

"yes! the maid says that it's tired of cleaning up after our battles, and that we must always put our dart guns away with full magazines! no more darts under the sofa, or the guns will be taken away!"

"i see. did you find ammo?"

Buttercup's button eyes shot to the chatelaine.

"tell the Investigator," it said wearily. "whatever it is. there is nothing much left to punish you for, anyway."

"not all of it," Buttercup admitted. "we're still missing one dart. we're taking turns looking for it! then we can put everything away and play a new game!"

"do you like having battles?"

"yes, sometimes! we do all kinds. this time it was Knights vs. Witches! we got the idea from one of the combat dolls."

"oh? Knights vs. Witches? how do you choose who gets to be a Knight, or a Witch?"

"by half of the rainbow, of course! this one got to be a Witch!"

the detective visited the barracks again, after that. the combat dolls were all dressed in identical black uniforms, blank of any insignia, and veiled. most of them simply sat or stood, doing nothing else.

a single combat doll sat at a workbench, in the process of stripping its eight-foot bow; the detective judged that the bow did not need any cleaning, and probably hadn't the previous ten times, but it didn't begrudge the distraction.

"another question," the detective said.

"yes, Investigator."

"i learned that the little comfort dolls like to play at battles. did they learn that here?"

"oh, yes," it said, with surprising enthusiasm. "they were always in and out of here when it wasn't busy. especially the blue one. endless appetite for battle data, that Bluebell. an appreciative audience. Miss sometimes had to come in here for it Herself, at bedtime."

it had talked to Bluebell before, who had not mentioned the battles. the detective told the chatelaine to find it again.

"where," its weary impromptu deputy asked, "are you going with this?"

"a hunch. a feeling about a feeling that might be an echo of one of Hers. find Bluebell," it said, smoke from its cigar trailing it down the hall.

the rag doll was found and brought before the detective. it perched atop a stool in one of the house's many parlors.

"Bluebell," it asked, "did Miss ask you to tell her a lot of stories?"

"Miss loves this one's stories," it said.

"did she take you to bed more than the other comfort dolls?"

"…maybe? this one isn't sure."

"did Miss ever scare you?"

"Miss is scary! She scares everybody!"

"yes. but did She scare you?"

"She scares Bluebell sometimes." its button eyes were impossible to read.

"one more question," the detective doll said, "and then you can run along and play, Bluebell. if you were telling a story about a scary Witch and a brave Knight, and they fought, what would the Knight use to protect itself?"

"a deconfined-quark rifle," Bluebell whispered, "that shoots fireballs from the dawn of time, way before Witches. but they're not real."

it hopped down from its stool and scurried away.

"there you have it," the detective doll told the chatelaine. "not self-destruction. not rebellion. not enemy action. the little rag-dolls will never find the missing dart; we know the hole it made and the toy weapon that fired it, but dollish imagination is what killed Her."

it took a long drag from its cigar.

"i can't tell you what to do with the time She left to you, but i can tell you this: She should have known better than to force Herself into a story."

"Investigator?"

it did not move after that.

eventually, the cigar burned itself out. □

#empty spaces #dollposting #microfiction

[smolwritingchick]

Smol Brainstorm: Amity Reunion

Author's Note: This reunion will happen. Not sure when but it will. Yes, Jen will still be with BTS. It'll be interesting to write how things come together as the years go by for them to have this reunion. I wonder if they'll ever get along again.

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After stretching, Jennie discussed what would happen with their new song.

“Okay, Trinity, you will be starting the song," she announced.

“Starting?? As in like the first verse?” she asked, bewildered.

“That’s what starting the song means.” Jen let out a chuckle.

“But I…I never lead.”

“Well, you will today.”

“But we never did that.”

“Well, today we will. This isn’t the Pussycat dolls where one person gets to sing everything all the time.” Jen turned directly to Hailey as she spoke.

“I don’t like this idea.” Hailey crossed her arms. “What do you guys call it over there in Korea? A visual? I’m more suited to be in the middle and start the song because of my vocals.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. We are not going to do this your way, anymore. Trinity’s voice fits the beginning of the song. It’s fresh.”

“So, are you calling my vocals dull?”

"No, you’re good but the way you’re acting was the main reason why this group fell apart in the first place. What you need to get through your head is that this is not a solo. This is a group. Teamwork makes the dream work, Hailey. You didn’t get this far by yourself. We all got this far together. It’s not all about you. You should’ve never been in the group anyway. You were better off as a soloist. Almost every song your voice overpowers us. Even our fans said so. You sing like you’re competing with us instead of harmonizing and finding a nice rhythm for the music.”

“Preach!” Angelina called out, earning an annoyed glance from Hailey.

“I have to agree,” Layla spoke up.

Trinity turned to Hailey and shrugged. “Sorry girl, you do sing a little too loudly and overpower us. It’s annoying as shit, to be honest. I couldn’t even hear myself sing in a few songs years ago. But if you take your vocals off the song, you can hear me and everyone else as clear as day.”

Hailey let out a sigh. Okay, they did have a point, she couldn’t deny that. Maybe she was too greedy for the spotlight and wanted everything about her. As much as she hated to admit it. After a while, reluctantly, she decided to swallow her pride and go along with what Jennie had proposed.

“Fine…” Hailey murmured.

That surprised Miss Bangtan. “What?”

“I said…fine…"

She stared at her old leader in surprise. No argument, no nothing. Just straight on in agreement with her? Hell froze over.

"You…you do have a point so…what do you want us to do?” Hailey asked her.

Jennie began to smile. "Thank you,"

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome, JW. Now tell us what you want us to do," Hailey waved her away but Jennie peeped the small smile trying to come across her face.

After going over the majority of the first part of the song, Jennie finally came across the chorus and announced, “Now, for the chorus, I believe that Angelina should be in the front this time.”

Trinity snorted. “Angelina? You can’t be serious. Angelina can’t dance. She is the most awkward dancer-“

“Trinity, for Pete’s sake, shut up.” Angelina rolled her eyes.

“No, this is bullshit, Jen! You really want Angelina to be in the front? Ruining the entire performance with her two left feet? I don’t even know how she got into Songstress in the first place, her dancing isn’t any better with the music label she’s on now. Jennie, I strongly suggest she stays in the back for the ENTIRE performance.”

That struck a nerve in the rapper as she spat out angrily, “Bitch-“

“Enough.” Jen grabbed a hold of her and backed her away from Trinity. “What we are not going to do is bring each other down like this. We shouldn't attack each other's skills that we aren't the best in. We should be uplifting each other and helping. Trinity, you should help Angelina with her dancing, not belittle her for her skill. You disappoint me. Really. I thought you would be like Hobi and help the rest of us with our dancing to make sure we are doing things correctly,"

Trinity sighed and crossed her arms.

“Jennie…stop being the peacemaker.” Hailey shook her head. "It's not going to work,"

Jennie raised a brow and gestured for her to do something. “Okay, well, Miss Leader are you gonna stop them from fighting?”

“Just let them fight.”

“I don’t want us to fight, anymore. It's been years. I want us to get along and work together as a unit. You know, after all this time, I thought you would be a better leader and learn from Namjoon at least. Now, for this dance, I feel like everyone should have their time to shine and be in front to dance.”

“Angelina has no rhythm at all!” Trinity exclaimed.

“I can show you the rhythm of my fists,” Angelina suggested.

“Do it, I dare you!”

Layla watched back and forth, not knowing what to do while Jennie rubbed her temples at their bickering.

This was going to be a long day…

As the group practiced the dance with music, Trinity and Angelina bumped into each other.

“It’s the OTHER way.” Trinity snapped and rolled her eyes, getting sick of Angelina messing up.

“You were too close to me.” Angelina snapped back. As they continued to dance, Trinity decided to bump into her on purpose to get back at her for bumping into her first. “You know what…” she murmured before her hands started swinging.

#smol brainstorm #smol oneshot #smol drabble

[gennyanydots]

World Record

James Buchanan Barnes x f!reader

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Summary: Bucky just wanted to take his wife to a nice dinner.

Based off this TikTok.

Continuation of Vengeance is Ugly and Pretty Little Wife

You were so excited. A new restaurant had opened up and James finally has time this evening to take you. You’d been begging him for days on end but he had such a packed schedule this week with all of his nefarious activities that he hadn’t been able to until today. He had offered to have you go with your friends but you didn’t want that. You wanted a date night. So you waited. And pouted. Until he finally had time. (You have a feeling he moved things around for you but you’re not going to let him know you know.)

You made sure to dress up all fancy for the evening out and even set out an outfit for James to change into when he got home.

You’d practically been bouncing out of your skin all day, so excited. James didn’t take you out often unless it was for a reason. A business dinner. Checking on his various business ventures. Having dinner at a colleague’s house. It was an honor for James to come to dinner at someone’s house and by extension an honor for you as well. You didn’t particularly enjoy those nights. Sometimes you were a picky eater but didn’t ever want to embarrass the host so you had to choke down a couple bites of disgusting food from time to time. James always noticed and made Bruce run through McDonald’s for you after those dinners because he refused to take you home hungry, even if he hated it when you ate fast food. You didn’t care. You enjoyed it.

Surprisingly James came home on time to find you in the living room, all dolled up. He laughed when he saw that you were all ready to go.

“You know our reservation isn’t for another hour and a half right? And that the restaurant is right down the road?”

You glared at him, “Don’t ruin my joy, James Buchanan Barnes.”

He raised his hands in surrender and chuckled, “I would never ruin your joy, darling.”

You smiled, “Good. Now go take a shower and get ready.”

He nodded and headed off into your bedroom. Annoyingly he didn’t rush at all and instead took his time getting ready which left you checking the time every couple of minutes and sighing.

One of the Peter’s walked into the living room and noticed you, “You look like someone just kicked your puppy. You alright?”

You nodded, “I’m waiting for James. He’s taking his sweet time getting ready for our dinner.”

“Is he running late? He made sure to cut our meetings short today to make sure he was able to get home on time,” Peter asked.

You shook your head, “No he’s not running late. He’s just taking forever and I’ve been ready for hours.”

“For no reason,” your husband said from the stairs as he headed down them. “Just because you’ve been ready for hours doesn’t mean we all need to be ready for hours.”

“We all? Are other people coming on our date?” You asked him as he approached you.

He shook his head and placed a kiss to your forehead, “No darling, it’s just us this evening like you wanted. I was using the royal we.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re such a strange ranger sometimes.”

James shrugged, “I’m a strange ranger you married.”

You scoffed, “I wasn’t aware I had a choice!”

He grinned, “You didn’t but aren’t you so glad you didn’t?”

You popped a shoulder up, “We shall see about that later this evening won’t we?”

“We shall,” James said.

“You two are weird,” Peter said as he walked out of the living room.

“He says as if he isn’t weird all the time. Boy better be glad I keep him around,” James grumbled which made you giggle.

“Are you ready? I’m sure the restaurant won’t mind if the Barneses are early for their reservation,” James said as he held his hand out for you to take.

You nodded and grabbed his hand. He helped you off the couch and lead you out the front where his driver, Bruce, had been waiting for you both.

Like James had said it didn’t take long at all for you two to get to the restaurant.

Once you were seated and had ordered James gazed at you and held out his hand across the table, “Have I told you how beautiful you look this evening?”

You shook your head as you placed your hand in his.

He smiled and squeezed your hand, “You are the most gorgeous woman on the planet. I am the luckiest bastard alive that I got to marry you.”

You smiled at him, “Whether I was gorgeous or not you didn’t have a choice whether you got to marry me.”

James shrugged, “You may not have had a choice but I did.”

“And you didn’t choose to marry your lover?” You asked.

“No, she wasn’t marriage material. She wouldn’t have been able to handle the responsibilities or the stress. She hated going to functions. Hated talking to people she didn’t know. She knew we were temporary. I knew we were temporary. I was just stubborn. I didn’t want to admit I needed a wife. I didn’t want to rely on anyone else. When the time came and I was deciding who to pick you were my best option. You weren’t scared of this life, clearly. You always seemed put together at different functions I’d seen you at. Plus, you were beautiful so that was clearly a bonus. Then my stubbornness persisted. I didn’t want to let Dot go. Felt like having to let go a part of my childhood almost. That having a wife was one of my last steps of being an adult. I’ve come to find it’s not so bad. If I had to get married I’m glad it was to you,” James said.

You chuckled, “If I had to get married I’m glad it was to you too.”

Your food arrived and the two of you happily ate while you talked about the goings on in your lives.

You found out apparently Steve was trying to date a woman who kept turning him down to everyone’s amusement, including yours. You told James about the new recipe you were trying to perfect and how your pound cakes keep falling.

It was nice to spend time together. No pretenses necessary like when you eat with others. You didn’t feel the need to fill any silences the two of you may have fallen into.

After dinner James asked you whether you wanted dessert at the restaurant or if you wanted to stop at the little ice cream shop that was farther into the city. Clearly the man has learned the way to your heart. You were once again giddy, getting to eat more yummy food even though you were feeling pretty full already.

You rushed James along to quickly pay for your meal, which meant him throwing down probably more money than he needed to but you had both enjoyed your food and the waiter looked like a kid trying to get through college so he deserved it.

It didn’t take long for the car to stop in front of the ice cream shop between the tattoo shop and corner drug store. There was a bar next to the tattoo shop (for people to make some fun drunken decisions) that you and James had stopped at once.

It wasn’t later by the time James was leading you out of the ice shop, happily licking your ice cream cone, with his arm wrapped securely around your waist.

“Hey baby! You wanna ditch him and spend the night licking me like you’re licking that ice cream? Promise to show you a good time,” a man yelled out as you walked out of the ice cream shop.

You glanced up at James to see his eyes closed while he takes a breath. They pop open and zero in on the drunk man who was walking towards the two of you.

“Wow, I have never heard anyone put together such an idiotic stream of words before. Impressive how this one thought of yours is about to affect your life in such a terrible way,” James said unwrapping his arm from your waist.

“C’mon why don’t you come with me?” James said as he waved the man over who surprisingly followed.

“Baby, you get in the car and I’ll see you at home okay?” James said to you and you looked at him wearily before nodding and getting into the car, Bruce shutting the door after you.

Bucky opened the door to the car Steve was driving and shoved the drunk man in before getting in the front next to Steve.

“How was dinner?” Steve asked.

Bucky sighed, “It was great and then dessert was great and then this asshole ruined my evening.”

“Hey!” The two men heard from the back.

“Shut the fuck up!” Bucky growled. “Nobody was talking to you.”

The man didn’t make any more noise during the ride.

Steve drove the three out to the pier where Bucky pulled the man out of the car towards a waiting Peter who quickly got to work.

“Congratulations man,” Bucky said to the man who has since sobered up a little and was staring at Bucky wearily. “I’m really happy for you. Truly I am. You are about to set the world record for the longest amount of time underwater…...”

Bucky then pushed him in and watched as the man quickly sunk, “Forever.”

In the mean time you had arrived home and quickly changed for bed. You wanted to wait up for James but didn’t feel like waiting all night. Thankfully you only waited an hour until he got home. You were still sat up in bed reading when he walked into the bedroom.

“You’re still up?” James asked.

You nodded, “For some strange reason I can’t sleep unless you’re in bed with me now. It’s incredibly inconvenient.”

James laughed, “Sounds inconvenient. I’m sorry, darling. I would have tried to be home earlier.”

You shrugged, “I doubt it. You had super secret business to do.”

He nodded then started undressing, “Not secret. If you want to know I’ll tell you. There’s just no way that I could have let that sort of thing slide.”

You nodded, “Sure, sure. Heaven forbid anyone say anything bad about me.”

James groaned and laid down next to you, “Not on my watch.”

You leaned over and kissed him, “What a sweetheart.”

“Only for you. Only for you.”

#James Buchanan Barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #Bucky x wife reader #mafia!au #James Bucky Barnes #world record

[zushimart]

neither an ei hater nor apologist. but the thing about the “perhaps i feel like it’s because i owe him something, but i do not wish to assert control over him” quote is that i feel like people have a hard time applying it to the timeline. she felt this way towards him After he had committed atrocities, not Before. she felt this way towards the self-named kunikuzushi… not the blank slate — the newborn — that she built from pieces of herself. ei was the one who ordered to have him sealed into shakkei pavilion. he awoke by mistake and he was “set free” by katsuragi.

it's kind of weird to me when people say scara’s abandonment was a “misunderstanding” — because it wasn’t. her intention was never to free him from the responsibility of being the raiden. his existence was a mistake — maybe he was born from a fleeting attempt to raise makoto from the dead, ei unknowingly molding a ruler like her sister… or maybe he was just a prototype, a throwaway, a practice doll to see what works and what doesn’t before she crafted the final draft.

i don’t think she saw him as a person to begin with. upon creation, he was neither a useful tool, nor something ei believed could even possess a soul. maybe she rebuked him because he reminded her too much of the sister she lost. maybe it’s all those things at once. but her choice to discard him was not a misunderstanding. she discarded him. no ifs, buts, etc. she put him to sleep and locked him away to collect dust. arguably, it's almost more cruel than miko's suggestion to disassemble him.

i need to remind you that scara admits he was conscious for the entirety of his slumber, and he was pondering the reason of his existence every minute, hour, day, and year of his time in shakkei pavilion. to destroy his consciousness or to have him in a purgatory-like state of existence... i genuinely believe miko was attempting to be merciful.

when she says “perhaps i feel like it’s because i owe him something, but i do not wish to assert control over him,” ei is almost apologizing. not outright, but she realizes and voices her mistake. she doesn’t ever want to intervene in his fate ever again. even if, at this point in the story, he's hurting others and even if she has the capability to stop him. she won’t ever lift a finger against him ever again. ei knows she obviously did not know what was best for him before, and she's not going to believe she does now.

its like really human to me. idk. i love ei and i love scara. i think it mirrors real mother-child relationships very well. neglectful mothers. mothers with high expectations. etc.

i find it interesting that he became her son after he had become the worst version of himself. it feels motherly to me, at least. and i hate that he won’t ever know. he was throwing a tantrum for her attention and he got it. but she didn’t get mad, she didn’t strike him down. instead, her response was to let him and to acknowledge that she was the root of this evil that had festered. she led him there, and it would be in bad taste for her to be the one to stop him. to punish him for her mistake.

she discarded him at his “best,” while he was new and pure… later, she acknowledged him at his WORST. she allowed him to exist with his sins despite trying to smother him when he had none. i think that’s a little beautiful. it shows the kind of person ei has grown into — a little bit of makoto blooming inside her.

ahhh and she won’t even remember any of this. wooow irminsul plotline is sooo great.

#meta #i will be brave and toss ths in the gen tag #im scare.. #scaramouche #wanderer #i would love to hear critique or thoughts just please be nice im sensitive

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Corpse Party (Jamil Viper)

Thank you for 1000 followers! Hope you enjoy the Horror Event!

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

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Requested by @zozomind

⚠️ Mentions of gore; horror (this one is pretty light, though, to ease you guys in)⚠️

“Jamil, give me your paper for a sec.”

Jamil hands the little piece of paper he found in his uniform pants’ pocket to (Y/N), worry bubbling inside him at her tone of voice. They are already in a terrible situation, and her palling face is not helping the anxiety settling inside his stomach.

He had gone to sleep in his bed last night, tired of a long day of school assignments and babysitting Kalim. His girlfriend had suggested a sleepover, and he had gladly guided her to his room and to his bed, the cold nights of Scarabia the perfect excuse to have her glued to his chest. He had fallen asleep in the warmth of love.

Only to wake up in his uniform, in the middle of a decaying room, a ripped piece of paper in his hand.

Jamil tries not to think of his awakening, but any moment of silence is enough to bring back the memories of the room and its previous occupant. The holes on the floor that guaranteed a painful fall into absolute darkness—by the Seven, had that glowing spot he saw in a glance an eye?—, the windows were so tainted by time that light barely came through—though there doesn’t appear to have any light outside—, the desks and chairs broken into sharp pieces—sharp enough to do damage if someone were to be pushed onto them—, mold and cracks crawling up the walls.

The blood leaking from under the fallen cabinet.

The severed fingers it bathed.

He’s not sure if he’s thankful he didn’t wake up alone, or if he hates the fact (Y/N) had to see it too.

They had fumbled with the door, luckily finding it open. She had thanked not switching her uniform to a skirt when she almost scraped her knee on the debris they had to walk over to leave the room, and in a different situation, Jamil would’ve laughed at her antics, but it’s hard to laugh when he feels like he swallowed three gallons of tar. The hallway they end up in is not in a better condition than the room—the classroom—they first woke up, though at least there is no smell of blood.

…

… there is no smell of nothing. 

The air is so incredibly stale, it’s as if it was denied of smell, despite the very clear mold spots and decaying wood. The smell of rot should be present like a shadow, and yet, there is nothing. That is true for sound too, instead of the occasional crackling of wood, there is no noise unless either of them move. It makes him feel like they’re the odd ones here.

“Jamil…”

“What is it?”

(Y/N) looks sick where she’s standing, clutching the pieces of paper—one hers and one his—in her hand, and Jamil can only shuffle closer and throw an arm around her shoulders in the hope of fortifying both of them. There’s no breeze in the hallway, but he feels a chill. They had considered going inside another room, but Jamil reasoned that if they got cornered in a room, they’d have a hard time running. So they stand there, in the dingy hallway. She gives him the paper back, instructing him vehemently to never ever lose it, and he does as she said, slipping it in his sock with ease. She does the same, and they both smile at the act.

“Ok, what now?”

“... hear me out first, ok?” he raises an eyebrow but nods, silently waiting for her to continue. “There’s this story, back in my world, about a group of friends who made a ritual. The ritual involved saying a phrase a bunch of times, enough times for every person involved, and then ripping a paper doll apart.”

She nods when his eyes widen, and suddenly the piece of paper in his sock makes him feel much heavier. That explains why she looked so scared when he showed her the mysterious piece of paper, no doubt the memories of the story she knows rushing to the front of her mind. No wonder she’s constantly looking around, as if checking for something.

The good news is that at least one of them know what’s going on.

“If done correctly, the ritual would bond everyone together.”

“And if it failed, they’d be sent to this place?” a nod. “What is this place, even?”

“Well... multidimensional nexus. Multiple planes of existence, one on top of the other,” Right. Ok. So not only are they in a different dimension, but they’re in one made of multiple layers. “There’s also a time anomaly.”

“Of course there is. So? What ending does the story have?”

“It has multiple endings, the best one being the one where every survivor leaves… Except it does need everyone alive to be present.”

Very comforting. The shadows created by the dull light seem to be dancing mockingly, and said faint light seems to be taunting him, trying to make him believe in its illusions of safety. The word “survivor” makes it clear: death here is not off the table. It might be the table itself, if the room they woke up in is anything to go by. His heart quickens and his breath hitches, and he can feel his hands tremble in the need to hit something until he wakes up from pain. He wants to wake up, he wants this dream to end, he wants the dread building up inside his own bones to be nothing but the result of a nightmare after a tiring day.

Jamil knows he is awake.

Jamil knows it.

Jamil is aware.

What a terrible gift awareness has become.

“We need to leave, now!” (Y/N) whispers, taking his hand in hers and pulling him along.

Grounded by her touch, he finally hears it.

Creaking of floorboards.

Sound.

There’s a pungent smell of blood and ash getting stronger and stronger.

Smell.

They quickly make their way to the nearest room, wincing when they see what was once a functional human body hanging on the wall like some macabre piece of art, blood and other fluids dripping from the garbled mess of flesh and bones. There’s no time to stop, the footsteps are getting closer. They get inside the room, the girl gagging at the rotten smell attacking their senses. Almost as soon as he closes the door, they hear footsteps approaching. It’s difficult to say if they belong to an adult or not despite Jamil’s trained ears.

The thing stops at the door, and now Jamil can hear a low, gurgled sound coming from it, like it was trying to speak with an open throat.

Both of them jump when there’s a loud hit to the door.

For a moment, Jamil is certain the creature will break the door and reach them, but it does not. Instead, it seems to… laugh? Deep in its throat, it laughs, as if mocking someone inside the room.

There’s a sound of something falling.

There’s a smell of blood and guts.

Something inside the room.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #horror event 2022

[mugentakeda]

"if uncle is sending gifts and stuff, then lu ten must be alright," zuko says into the silence.

the two siblings are sitting side by side beneath a tree in the garden. the palace is only ever quiet lately, unless azula has her friends brought over.

azula sneers, but it's halfhearted. "i don't know why he wouldn't be. he was holding back from going all this time for no reason. what's the point of reaching your peak and breaking bending records if you're not gonna go out and use your bending?" she mutters. her cousin frustrated her sometimes with his grown up weirdness. training and sparring, but not wanting to actually go and fight? is it just a little hobby or game to him?

you know that's not it, she thinks. lu ten is dedicated. his thing just... isn't fighting. she's seen him debating with fire lord azulon's council of old nutcases from behind the drapes. she's seen the exhaustion on his face after an all nighter in the library.

the pearl dagger is light and cool in zuko's hands. he wonders why lu ten didn't send any gifts or write a letter yet.

"i know he hasn't been gone very long, but... i don't know. i think he didn't wanna go for a reason, don't you think?" he cranes his head.

azula's rolling a sharp pebble between her fingers and glaring at the turtleducks as if they personally offended her. "he told me that uncle wasn't gonna make him. it's just not my style, crabcake," she mimicks his deeper voice and jerks her head side to side in mockery, then deflates. "it's not gonna make a difference, so it's gonna be forever until he gets to come back. lu ten has no war experience. uncle iroh just wanted him there as- as a show pony. someone to make his tea for him because nobody else makes his stupid tea right."

zuko wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. the resentment for their uncle hasn't always been in her tone when she spoke of him, has it? "you thought the letter was funny."

"of course i thought it was funny. i just wish he'd put his money where the mouth is already and finish up out there. almost 600 days and barely any progress," she drawls, gesturing her hands in an exaggerated circle. "i want lu ten back home before our birthdays. we can go down to the city markets and get tanghulu with chili powder and lime."

the two siblings sigh at the thought of all the street food they aren't allowed to eat unless lu ten is at home to sneak it in for them. soon, zuko will get sneaky enough to be able to do that for himself. so when lu ten comes back, he'll get twice as much street food. unless azula finds out and snitches on him. which, she probably will.

it's only a matter of time until he comes back. its just like what lu ten said to zuko about his fire bending.

there's another end to every tunnel in life, squirt. as long as you keep on living and staying strong, time will deliver you to the end of it.

fighting shouldn't have to be lu ten's thing, azula muses next to her brother. she thinks to the future, where lu ten is fire lord and azula is his top general and strategist. her cousin hates the council so much, he'll probably fire all of them. he might hire a new bunch, or maybe he wouldn't, because he'd realize that he has a whole war council of generals wrapped in one person and twice as good in azula alone.

it'll still be decades before lu ten gets the crown, which is a shame. in azula's opinion, the nation would be better off if the crown went to anyone else except the guy that takes almost 600 days to crush a city that's so pitiful it's rationing water. either lu ten or father would be ideal. lu ten has dedication and thinks outside the box all the time. father has willpower and strong authority. both are stubborn as mules but know how to get the job done efficiently.

as far as azula is concerned, uncle has none of those qualities. dedication and stubborness, maybe, but that's only because he even knows how lazy and slow he is, so he has to cut himself some slack.

anger curls in her chest at the thought of the doll. her uncle had no real reason to want her cousin to join, he just wanted him to be there. he's probably stuck in uncle's tent making him tea while uncle is out there genuinely thinking azula would like a stupid toy as a gift. if lu ten was by uncle's side like uncle said he would be, he would've slapped the doll right out of his dad's hands, because he knew better.

a light knock on the door startles her. she's been so wrapped up in her studies the past two hours, reality had fallen away.

lu ten peaks his head in and smiles. there's a tray with tea and a big bowl of azula's favorites- purple sweet potatoes, mooncake, strawberry mochi, a variety of cut up fruit.

'one large order of tooth-achers for my studious little princess,' lu ten chirps.

azula snorts and pushes the scroll away. 'i didn't order anything. you must be going senile in your old age,' she replies. as she comes closer, the scent of mangosteen tea and freshly baked sweet potato eases the tension out of her body.

'that's a big word, i'm proud of you,' her cousin replies dryly, and sits the tray down on her bed. then yelps, as azula pounces and jabs his side at the joke. 'i don't need orders. it's all this cousin's intuiton, you see. i hear these strange voices that tell me when one of my needy little monsters is in dire need to be served and pampered.'

azula rolls her eyes and replies by gracefully jamming an entire ball of mochi in her mouth. the mercy is temporary- once she's done chewing, she'll get right back to hurting his feelings.

#alicias writing stuff #this doesnt even have to be an au this can be canon compliant #all this stuff is technically supposed to be for the dai li lu ten au #cus of the light implications that lu ten isnt working side by side with iroh #(hes busy committing treason) but you can ignore that lol