#vanity is no vice lol

[stxrrwritess]

who you belong to.

( art not mine )

monty gator x reader smut

MINORS DNI !!

warnings : afab!reader, jealous sex, rough sex, slight degradation ( use of whore, slut ), size difference (?), oral ( fem receiving ), poorly written smut LOL

word count : 807

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As the mechanic, your job basically consisted of being friendly with all of the glamrocks. You’d figured it was easier to get to know them rather than just barge in and start working on their wires. Over time, you’d developed an .. interesting relationship with none other than Montgomery Gator, the most aggressive of the four animatronics. On this particular day, you had to tend to Freddy a little more than the others, mainly because of a glitch he had during a performance which resulted in a freak out of the children and quite a few adults.

After you had finished up in Freddy’s green room, you said goodbye and left, only to find Monty leaning on the wall, arms crossed and a not-so pleasant expression on his face. “Oh, hey Monty. You okay? Vanessa told me you didn’t need a check up today so I-,” before you could finish, you were yanked rather harshly by the forearm towards the Gator’s green room. “H-Hey! Monty, what’s going on?” You asked, skeptical on why he was acting so strange. You two had been fucking, sure. But you’d never have thought he’d be so annoyed that you were just doing your job. “Shut it, whore.” He grumbled under his breath, opening the door to his room and throwing you onto his mangled up couch. “Too fuckin’ busy to come in an’ even say ‘hello’? Too caught up with Fazbear?” He asked, as he moved to rip your work shirt off, causing your tits to pop out. “No, Monty, He had a glitch today. You saw it.” You protested, but you couldn’t deny that seeing this jealous side of him was.. oddly hot.

“I’m gonna remind ya who ya belong to.” He spoke, discarding of your pants and your panties, revealing your wet snatch to him. His large hands traveled over your body, stopping to grope your boobs and a small whine escaped your lips. After a few moments, he stopped and pried your legs open. Leaning down, he ran a wet stripe up your heat, eliciting a low moan from you. He teased your clit, before you hit his forearm that was holding your thigh gently. “Stop teasing, Montgomery!” You complained, before he finally stuck his strangely long tongue into you, eating you out like he hadn’t eaten in days. You threw your head back in ecstasy, your hand gripping his red mohawk. “M-Monty, Fuck-“ You gasped as soft moans and whines emitted from you. When he sensed you were getting close to the edge, he pulled away. You opened your mouth to give out to him, but he interrupted you. “You ain’t cummin’ unless it’s on my fuckin’ cock.” He growled, picking you up harshly and moving to his vanity, bending you over, your tits flush against the table. You glanced up at yourself, your forehead was glistened with sweat and your cheeks flushed.

Monty wasted no time in discarding his pants, as he pushed the tip of his dick past your gummy walls. No matter how many times you two fucked, his size always surprised you. “T-Too big..” You murmured under your breath, looking up at him in the mirror with pleading eyes. “Take it, slut.” He grunted and with one sharp thrust, he bottomed out in you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you inhaled sharply, feeling his dick fill you up so nicely. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, as he started thrusting into you at an inhuman pace, yanking your hair back to make you look at yourself in the mirror. “Tell me, who’s fuckin’ ya? Who’s makin’ ya feel this good, huh?” He gave a rougher thrust at the end of his sentence to emphasize his point. “Y-You, you are, fuck!” You rasped, “I got a name, use it. Tell me who ya belong to.” He groaned, feeling you clench around him like a vice. “Monty, you, please just - don’t fucking stop!” You begged, your hands gripping onto his vanity as you felt your knees begin to buckle. “Hnngh- I’m, fuck, Y/N. I’m gettin’ close..” He removed his hand from your hair and placed both of his hands on your hips, holding onto them with bruising force. It didn’t take long for you to cum around him, considering he had edged you before this. Your orgasm hit you like a wave, your vision going blurry for a few seconds. Monty followed a few moments later, painting your insides white with a grunt. He pulled out, and moved to scoop you up into his arms as he sat on the couch. “Uh.. Shit. Sorry if I went too hard on ya.. It’s jus’, ya know how I get ‘bout Fazbear.” He chuckled sheepishly, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

You should get him jealous more often, if this is the outcome.

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a/n

hope you enjoyed x3 honestly idk how to write smut that well, i just let my hands do the typing while i zone out for a solid 20 minutes. if there’s anything i can improve on do let me know ! ( i’m def super repetitive in the way that i write but oh well )

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

Smoke - Jaehyun

Pairing: N/A

Word Count: 2,252

Warnings: Supernatural Entity, Thriller

Summary: Jaehyun has to escape the mimic of himself (Inspired by Smoke MV)

A/N: Lol, I decided to write this fic after I posted this

I had nO idea how to go about this, but lol, here we are

I also posted an ask a while back asking if people wanted it to be an x reader or nah, so its a nah (lol, I love how I said I would write to for Halloween, and it's now December)

Anyways, here's our military man 💚

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Jaehyun races through the dimly lit streets, his breath ragged, footsteps echoing as he approaches an old-fashioned hotel. The cap he wore was only there to cover his identity, but he knew it was no use. Not against him. His eyes are wild, panic gripping him as the weight of something unnatural presses against his mind.

Behind him, the white-suited figure stalks, gliding effortlessly. It wears Jaehyun’s face, but there’s something hollow in its eyes, something hungry. The mimic, a twisted version of him, silently mirrors his every move, growing stronger the closer it gets.

Jaehyun bursts through the hotel’s entrance, the heavy door slamming shut behind him. The lobby is eerily quiet, the air thick with dust and the scent of something long decayed. He takes a few shaky steps into the hallway, glancing around, every shadow a potential threat. A voice, low and insistent, speaks inside his head, his voice.

"You know this won’t stop it," the voice warns. "It’s getting closer."

Jaehyun shakes his head, trying to silence the voice. “I’ll be safe here,” he mutters, more to himself than anyone else. But doubt creeps in, and the mimic’s presence weighs heavily on him. He can feel its cold stare, even if he can’t see it yet.

As he moves down the hallway, the panic builds, constricting his chest like a vice. The tie feels too tight, the jacket too heavy, suffocating him with each step. With trembling hands, Jaehyun tears off his hat, throws off his leather jacket along with his coat, and tugs at the tie and shirt, leaving him dishevelled, vulnerable.

The voice in his head grows more frantic. “Get to the room fast! It’s coming for you. You have to hide. You’re not safe.”

Desperate, Jaehyun stumbles into a room at the end of the hallway and slams the door behind him, his breath ragged and frantic. His eyes dart around the room, searching for anything. Anything that might help him defend himself.

“In the bag, there’s tape and some cloths stitched together. Tape up the door and any gaps. Use the cloth to cover the mirrors, but leave the vanity. I’ll be there,” the voice in his head instructed, calm but unsettling.

Jaehyun doesn’t hesitate. He grabs the red roll of duct tape from his bag and, after a quick glance through the peephole, only to find an empty, but ominous hallway, he tapes over the gaps in the door, sealing it shut, and covers the peephole completely. He bolts all the locks that line the door. He rushes to the window, drawing the curtains tight, cutting off any view of the outside world.

His gaze sweeps the room again, landing on the bathroom door. Heart pounding, Jaehyun grabs the bundle of cloths and moves swiftly. With the tape, he secures them over the large mirror above the sink, concealing it entirely.

The room is silent, the tension unbearable. All that's left now is the vanity mirror, waiting, like the voice promised.

Jaehyun makes his way to the vanity, sinking heavily into the chair. He opens the shutters on the mirror, leaning in closer, his reflection staring back at him with a hollow exhaustion. He sighs, his patience thinning as he waits for the voice.

“Come on...” he mutters, tapping the glass impatiently, frustration building.

As he stares at himself, he feels a warm trickle beneath his nose. Blood. It drips down, staining his skin in slow, crimson drops. In his haze, Jaehyun reaches for what he thinks is a cup of water on the table and brings it to his lips.

“That’s a flower,” the voice in his head chides softly.

Startled, Jaehyun drops the flower, his gaze snapping back to the mirror. His reflection wavers, his pulse quickening. “What’s happening to me?” he whispers, his voice unsteady.

“The mimic...it’s getting closer,” the voice answers, colder now.

Before Jaehyun can process the words, a hand suddenly emerges from the mirror, pale and ghostly, but not unlike his own, gently caressing his face. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he allows the hand to hold him, his own trembling fingers resting on the back of it as if seeking comfort. A deep drowsiness overcomes him, his consciousness slipping like sand through his fingers.

Then, the knock at the door.

The hand retreats back into the mirror, and the voice cuts through the thickening fog in his mind. 

"It’s here."

Jaehyun’s head snaps toward the door, his breath catching in his throat. He freezes, holding perfectly still, straining to hear past the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. Then it comes again, a second knock, sharper this time, echoing through the room like a death knell.

The scratching follows, slow and deliberate, the sound of nails dragging methodically across the wood. It’s deliberate, almost taunting, each scrape crawling under his skin. Jaehyun’s chest tightens, his breath shallow and uneven. His hands fly to his head, clutching at his temples as if trying to block out the noise. Blood trickles steadily from his nose now, streaking his face and dripping onto his hands.

Jaehyun stumbles back from the vanity, his legs shaky as the room seems to spin around him. The scratching intensifies, joined by faint whispers, unintelligible yet unmistakably menacing, seeping through the cracks in the door. His gaze darts around the room, desperate for an escape, but every option feels like a trap.

“Go to the bathroom, fill the tub, and talk to me in the reflection,” the voice urged, its tone cold and commanding.

Jaehyun staggered into the bathroom, his steps uneven as exhaustion weighed him down. He fumbled with the faucet, the rush of water filling the tub echoing eerily in the confined space. Dropping to the floor beside it, he let his hand dangle into the water, his gaze drawn to the rippling surface. His reflection stared back, unnervingly sharp and alive.

“There’s no telling how much time you have left,” the reflection spoke, its voice low and firm, the words sending a chill down Jaehyun’s spine. “It’s only a matter of time before that thing gets through the door.”

Jaehyun’s breath hitched, his chest tight with fear. “What do I do?” he whispered, his voice breaking, blood from his nose dripping into the water and blooming in crimson swirls.

“Trust me,” the reflection replied, the edges of its image distorting slightly, as though the water itself trembled.

The banging outside grew louder, more frantic, the door rattling on its hinges. Jaehyun’s pulse quickened, panic clawing at his chest.

The voice sharpened, slicing through his terror like a blade. “Jaehyun, focus. It’s here. You need to move. Now!”

Adrenaline surged through him. Clawing his way off the floor, he pushed himself upright, his body trembling from the strain. He stumbled out of the bathroom, the sound of the water still running behind him. The door shook violently as the mimic’s relentless assault grew stronger, each bang reverberating through the room like a death knell.

“Don’t let it in,” the voice commands. “It’s stronger now. If it gets through that door–”

Jaehyun doesn’t wait to hear the rest. He grabs the nearest piece of furniture, dragging it in front of the door with trembling hands. The scratching abruptly stops, replaced by an eerie silence. The whispers fade, leaving only the sound of Jaehyun’s ragged breathing.

But the reprieve is short-lived. The mirror on the vanity flickers, its surface rippling like water. A distorted reflection of Jaehyun appears, grinning inhumanly. The voice in his head speaks again, quieter but more urgent.

“It’s not just at the door. It’s everywhere.” Jaehyun feels breathless.

“Let me help you. Let me get you out of here.”

Jaehyun freezes, his breath hitching. The voice is insistent, pressing against his fraying nerves. He doesn’t know if he can trust it, after all, it’s his own voice, familiar yet unsettling. But the scratching at the door is growing louder, more frenzied, and the mimic is closing in without even entering the room.

The weight of the moment crushes him. With no other options, Jaehyun stumbles toward the couch, his legs barely holding him. He collapses onto it, his body trembling, muscles taut with fear. “Please,” he whispers, his voice fragile. “Get me out of here.”

The words barely leave his lips before the couch begins to shift beneath him. It’s subtle at first, a strange tug, as though gravity itself is twisting. Then it becomes violent, the fabric and cushions pulling him down as if the couch has come alive. Jaehyun claws at the armrest, panic erupting, but it’s no use. The ground beneath him opens, swallowing him whole.

The room around him distorts, the walls stretching and bending, colours bleeding together in unnatural hues. The air feels heavy, suffocating, as he’s dragged into a swirling abyss. The mimic’s relentless scratching grows faint and distant until it vanishes entirely. The silence that follows is almost worse, a suffocating void that presses in from all sides.

Jaehyun feels a jolt, his entire body snapping back into sensation as he’s hurled out of the void. He hits something hard and unyielding, the impact knocking the wind out of him. Gasping, he rolls onto his back, the sharp chill of night air biting at his skin. His fingers scrape against the rough texture beneath him, concrete.

He blinks rapidly, his vision blurry, but the dark sky above confirms it. He’s outside, lying sprawled on a rooftop. Relief is short-lived as he registers the thick, slick substance coating his body. It clings to him like tar, but it’s golden and oily, with a stench that makes his stomach churn. Jaehyun wipes at his face, but the substance only smears, leaving his hands soaked and trembling.

He tries to sit up, his muscles aching and heavy, as though the void had drained him of all energy. His breaths come shallow and ragged, every inhale laced with the acrid smell of the oil. The rooftop is barren, save for a rusted vent nearby and the faint glimmer of city lights far below. For a moment, it’s eerily quiet, the world seemingly paused.

But then he hears it.

A faint knock, not at a door, but from the air itself, soft, deliberate, and unmistakably close. Jaehyun freezes, his heart lurching as he glances around the rooftop. The voice in his head returns, quieter now, but sharp as a knife.

“You didn’t escape. You only delayed it.”

His blood runs cold. He struggles to his feet, the oily substance making him feel heavier, slower. In the distance, past the edges of the rooftop, a glint of white flashes, the sun. But it was late in the evening, how was this possible?

Jaehyun’s breath catches as his eyes fixate on the glint of white in the distance. It’s warm and blinding, unmistakably the sun, but it shouldn’t be. Evening shadows had cloaked the world when he was dragged here. How could the sun be rising now?

He takes a step forward, compelled by its glow. The oily substance clinging to him feels less like a hindrance now, almost pulling him along. Another step, then another. The rooftop stretches endlessly before him, narrowing to the edge, where the sun's light pulses like a heartbeat.

“Jaehyun, stop!” The voice in his head thunders, urgent and desperate. It crackles like static, breaking into fragments. “It’s not real, it’s a trap! You have to stop!”

The warning is drowned out, muffled beneath the pounding of his heartbeat and the hypnotic draw of the light. The voice fades into white noise, a distant echo lost in his mind. His hand extends on its own, trembling as he reaches toward the sun. It feels so close, so inviting, as if he could hold it in his grasp and be freed from everything, his fear, the mimic, the nightmare he’s trapped in.

“Stop!” the voice screams again, sharp and piercing, but it’s too late.

Jaehyun reaches the edge of the rooftop, his foot slipping forward into empty air. His body follows, tilting forward as if pulled by the light itself. For a fleeting moment, there’s weightlessness, a blissful silence as he falls toward the city below. The sun's glow engulfs him, searing and all-consuming.

And then, everything goes dark.

-

The figure outside the door halted its knocking, the sound fading into an oppressive silence. It seemed to pause, listening intently, as if expecting some sign of life within. But the room remained still, empty of any noise or movement.

Satisfied, or perhaps disappointed, it slowly straightened, its head tilting in an almost curious gesture. The dim light of the hallway glinted off its pristine white suit, the fabric stark against the crimson of its slicked-back hair. For a moment, it lingered, its presence as unnerving as the silence it left in its wake.

Then, with deliberate ease, the figure with the face of Jaehyun turned away from the door. Its footsteps echoed faintly, measured and unhurried, as it made its way back down the hallway. Shadows clung to its form, warping and twisting unnaturally with every step, as though the building itself recoiled from its presence.

As it disappeared into the gloom, the air grew colder, the faint scent of oil lingering in its path. Though the figure was gone, the sense of dread it left behind seemed to seep into the very walls, an unshakable reminder that it would return for its next victim. It always did.

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A/N: I had no idea how to go about this, but lol...here we are

I absolutely love this song/mv and I had to do this for my man, Jaehyun.

I hage no explanation for any of this fic, I just wanted a skinwalker/mimic entity to "explain" this MV

So done! hurray!

I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for reading 💚

[asknarashikari]

Headcanon, Vane has the ability to change his appearance, but it's not a perfect change. For example, if he makes himself look human, there still are a few details that make him stand out, like jagged teeth, off coloured eyes, a tail. But he mostly hides it underneath clothing and a mask when he helps out Yukimi and Genta run the bathhouse while Koushiro is at school. Of course, unlike Vice, who's terrible with customers, Vane is able to handle them just fine as his biggest flaw is his own vanity and how others, who aren't his family, view him. Of course, he usually stays in his demon form whenever he doesn't need to help out and actually prefers it over his other disguises

Ooh, that sounds interesting! I wonder if Vane would use his ability to copy Koushirou for one reason or the other (like maybe if they have to trick an opponent or more hilariously to troll people). Then when no one notices he's like, "But I'm better looking than he is!" lol

[bleachbleachbleach]

"Hello, you've reached 🏯🎸. Please leave a message after the beep!"

[Bleach TYBW e18]

This is the phone tree Mayuri set up so Kyouraku could call the entire Gotei--or the 30% still online, as Mayuri notes. (Sidenote: Impressive! Even Zoom Enterprise only allows for 500 participants, and that assumes nothing's exploded or been inverted into a shadow realm.)

The caller ID node in the center is the character for the 'Kyou' in Kyouraku, which makes sense, but it makes me wonder how they decide who gets what username?

If people have the same name (Kuchiki and Kuchiki and Kuchiki and Kuchiki and Kuchiki) do they just figure, well, we'll assume people can guess which one is most likely to be calling them and leave it at that? Maybe if you stare at it long enough it displays the rest of the name, (but it didn't really seem like it, purely based on how much flashing the other nodes did without the middle one changing. Also: booooring! Not arcane enough!).

Or you could be like Akon and Abarai Renji, and share the same leading 'a' kanji, even though you're not related. How do you distinguish yourselves in the caller ID? It's probably a fairly common problem in the Gotei. I mean, how are you supposed to know whether you're getting a call from YAMAda Hanatarou or YAMAmoto Genryuusai? They probably sound exactly the same on the phone!

NB: I'm pretty sure Akon and Renji don't actually have this problem, because when Byakuya set up Renji's phone privileges he entered him in as "Renji," because calling your new vice captain by his given name is a very normal thing to do, why would he have typed in anything else.

If these phones have color displays, they could color code the caller IDs and reduce some ambiguity that way (provided people actually remember division colors, though given that cross-division communication probably isn't that common under normal circumstances, perhaps this solves nothing)

This doesn't solve the 6th's Kuchiki problem, regardless

Maybe they do it like train schedules, where like, Haneda Airport (羽田空港) gets abbreviated to 羽空, the first two kanji of each word. Like, for Byakuya and Rukia, maybe they shove two characters into the circle, with a big one for KUCHI and then a small one for 'Byaku' or 'Ru' Maybe they use the furigana setting to type the second one in lol.

Either way, unless you're very good with names, the caller ID might leave something to be desired in the Gotei. Rich potential for hijinks. Not knowing who's calling until you pick up the phone? Please. Unheard of. Unacceptable. Perhaps this is why Hell Butterfly culture and "some guy from the Onmitsukidou" culture remain such strong presences in the Gotei information network! Passenger pigeon or LCD flip phone, THERE IS NO MIDDLE GROUND

There's probably a campaign to introduce emojis into the called ID library to give people some additional ID options. Kyouraku is vaguely considering it as a fundraising opportunity, like a vanity plate.

Anyway, no, it doesn't matter; I just find it charming in the way of like, super old school text abbreviations or generally needing to find efficient ways of displaying libraries of unique information. There's only so many pixels!

[the-owl-tree]

I really wanna hear more of your gripes about the queens in wings of fire I'm super curious

I've softened a little to it but it doesn't escape me that the most consistent characterization of a bad queen within the first arc is vain, self-obsessed - vanity as a "feminine" vice. The incompetence is linked to that, varying in degrees but I think a lot of the main players - Scarlet, Coral, Blaze, the varying Rainwing queens (don't make me look up their names u know who i mean lol). The exceptions of antagonistic queens who don't fall into that archetype are Battlewinner, Blister, and Burn.

It's not a problem that these queens are portrayed as bad for being incompetent - that's the territory of a children's series where kids have to save the day! By design, the adults in charge must be incompetent, cruel (whether knowingly or unknowingly), and so on. If the people in power were kind and responsible, there wouldn't be a plot! But it doesn't really escape me that for like. three books in a row we get: the egotistical, vain Queen; the self-obsessed overly concerned mother who leashes her child and cares about her book sales; the air-headed ditzy vain queen; another air-headed ditzy vain queen and another (seriously, couldn't branch out with the Rainwings a little more there?).

Burn and Blister break up the first and second books respectively at the very least, but it doesn't escape me how little Burn is utilized until the very end and Battlewinner's actual appearances as an actually intimidating Queen is....really short.

I guess just something to chew on! It didn't ruin the experience for me, but it didn't help when I got to the Rainwing queens and went "oh, we're doing this again?"

[swifty-fox]

the phantom cigarette in amoretti got me thinking about gale's vices (except john ofc). what are some other vices gale has that he tries his best to ignore or keep hidden?

His little neckerchief you see in the art I did of him is a bit of a rebellion. While priests are allowed to dress in civilian clothes you’re supposed to stay pretty modest. Wanting to add a bit of flair is not realllly what ur supposed to do even though it wouldn’t necessarily mean he’d get a reprimand. Maybe from Huglin cause he sucks. The striped pants too are a bit much. So his got this quiet vice of wanting to feel nice and dress nice and knowing vanity is a sin lmao. Twisted little man

Another thing mentioned in the fic is the Marquis De Sade novel who was a very famous French erotic novelist who is famous for writing some of the most fucked up snuff book called 120 days of Sodom. Sadism is literally named after him.

I won’t post the actual summary because it’s very graphic. This isn’t the novel Gale is reading in the fic, rather he is reading rather from a different Sade novel called Justine (I think. He wrote a companion novel called Juliette and I get them mixed up)

It’s pretty questionable subject matter especially for a priest and it’s definitely a guilty secret of Gales even though he tries to justify it as a study of the human condition and immorality. Mostly he likes the thrill of the sexual taboo even if many of the acts are too violent or vile to come even CLOSE to arousing him

Within the church you’re not really supposed to indulge or want things in general. Desire is a sin. Catholicism sets you up for moral failure no matter what you do. It’s the most fucked up mental abuse lol. You ALWAYS need to have something to feel bad about. So anything is really a vice to Gale. He loves sweets though and can’t help but indulge whenever they’re offered

[herstoriies]

Mirror, Mirror…

In light of a few songs that's somehow reminded me of Diva!Priscilla ... notably Candle Queen & Ego... has ignited a curiosity to the other side of our dear starlet, notably her megalo in later chapters.

While not explored because I wasn’t crazy about the trope portraying her as a vainglorious difficult diva with an ego the size of her bustles and hairdos… given Priscilla’s metaphorical symbolism is the proud Peacock, I’m curious to revisit a bit more of her vices as far as her vanity, megalo, childish spoiled attitude, and pride.

What sets her apart from most divas is no matter how much exposure she’s had to the best of life & her expensive taste and her fair share of the vicissitudes & heartbreaks of life… she has grit & perseveres being a good person and that country bumpkin in her never quite goes away. Additionally unlike most Prima Donnas, (despite her outbursts and destroying things in her dressing room more than once lol) she never abuses her power despite the stage life and cutthroat competitive environment. And she’s not the type to slide into envy in spite of her fair share of feelings of jealousy. Also I wouldn’t call her attention-seeking, but she sure loves to bask in her limelight~

Continuing, this would probably be explored most when she’s in Paris. The city of lights of course is where she’s shared her more hedonistic tendencies. And for character growth as she’s at both her highest and lowest points concurrently. So it seems worthy then to explore her personification of vanity and pride and egotism as she looks at herself in the mirror. The fairest of them all, everything around her is rosy, and yet the things she can’t control about herself and her vices seem to be what’s unraveling her.

Yeah maybe that’s what it is that intrigues me most on this train of thought. Where her story almost becomes a cautionary tale.

[cinderella-ish]

Fruits Basket Personality Types Part 24: Other Kaibara High Students

These are some of my favorite characters from outside the main cast. Enjoy!

Hiroshi and Yusuke

These two weren't even named in the manga, but they're so delightful! I'd describe their overall qualities as welcoming, friendly, helpful, funny, sociable, and always down to tease Kyo.

We get slightly more Hiroshi than Yusuke in canon. Though they're extremely similar, they have some slight differences.

Hiroshi seems to be slightly more image-oriented; he's comfortable on stage (and extremely quick-witted and hilarious as the narrator); he seems to be closer with Arisa and a bit more of an instigator when it comes to teasing Kyo and Tohru.

Yusuke is... not a skilled actor, lol. He seems a bit more comfortable blending in with the group. He's sometimes jealous, a bit more relaxed (in appearance, at least), and he sometimes scolds Kyo for things like not recognizing Kakeru.

For these reasons, I see Hiroshi as an Enneagram SX 3w2 (the Achiever/the Charmer), and Yusuke as SO 2w3 (the Giver/the Host). Kagura is also a 2w3.

We haven't had a 3w2, a SX 3, or a SO 2 yet in this series, so here are some descriptions!

On the 3w2 (Hiroshi), from Truity:

The 3w2 Type is a Three that also resembles a Type Two in many ways. These Threes are outgoing, friendly and enjoy work that serves others. They enjoy entertaining and are gurus at making and maintaining strong social bonds.

On the SX 3 (Hiroshi), from Enneagram Explained:

SX 3s focus on being attractive and supportive with their intimate relationships. They tend to measure their value by how useful they are to those around them. These 3s are charismatic and love promoting others. Relationship to Their Vice (vanity): SX 3s may show vanity. Potential Mistypes: SX 3s can often look like type 2s.

On the SO 2 (Yusuke), also from Enneagram Explained:

SO 2s focus on charming groups and communities and being influential within these groups. They tend to be generous and offer support, advice, and help in order to be seen as needed by the group. Relationship to Their Vice (pride): SO 2s are more likely to show pride than the other subtypes of 2. Potential Mistypes: SO 2s can often look like type 3s or type 8s.

With regard to Tritype, I think it's highly likely they're both 7s for their Head type, and 9s for their Gut type. This would make Hiroshi a 3-7-9 (the Ambassador - same as Grandpa Honda), and Yusuke a 2-7-9 (the Peacemaker). Since Yusuke is the first Peacemaker Tritype I've listed on this series, here's the description from Katherine Fauvre's website:

If you are a 279, you are caring, innovative, and accepting. You want to be helpful, upbeat, and peaceful. You are very kind and tend to see the best in others. You focus on easy and comfortable ways of relating. You have a sunny disposition and are very kind and optimistic. You dislike any form of conflict or strife and use your sense of humor to smooth out difficulties. Your need for okay-ness can, at times, be seen as insensitive.

I also see their MBTIs as slightly different. I see Hiroshi as an ENFP (same as Ayame), and Yusuke as an ESFP (same as Momiji).

The ESFP description suits both of them pretty well, but the description for ENFP specifically mentions "verbal fluency," which made me think of Hiroshi's narration in Cinderella-ish!

Kimi Toudou

Kimi is a very clear example of an Enneagram SP 7w8, the Enthusiast/Realist (just like Ayame, subtype and all!).

I see her Tritype as 2-7-8, the Free Spirit (same as Kyoko).

I think her MBTI is ESTP, the Entrepreneur. Since she's the first ESTP, here's a description of that MBTI Type:

Flexible and tolerant, take a pragmatic approach focused on immediate results. Bored by theories and conceptual explanations; want to act energetically to solve the problem. Focus on the here and now, spontaneous, enjoy each moment they can be active with others. Enjoy material comforts and style. Learn best through doing.

Her overall theme is a desire for fun coupled with real-world, practical savvy.

Naohito Sakuragi

Nao is a very stereotypical example of a relatively unhealthy Enneagram SX 1w2. This is the same Enneagram as Kakeru - wing, subtype, and all!

I see Nao's subtype as 2-5-1, the Mentor. Since he's the first Mentor Tritype to be featured in this series, here's a brief description from Katherine Fauvre's website:

If you are a 125, you are diligent, caring, and knowledgeable. You want to be ethical, helpful, and wise. You are idealistic and see what needs to be done and the simple and effective ways to do it. You seek practical systems and procedures to measure results and effectiveness. You are intensely private but care about people and what is needed. So, you readily offer your time and energy when you think something is needed.

His MBTI is ENTJ, the Commander. Since he's the first Commander to be featured in this series, here's a brief description from The Myers & Briggs Foundation Website:

Frank, decisive, assume leadership readily. Quickly see illogical and inefficient procedures and policies, develop and implement comprehensive systems to solve organizational problems. Enjoy long-term planning and goal setting. Usually well informed, well read, enjoy expanding their knowledge and passing it on to others. Forceful in presenting their ideas.

Nao's overall theme is a simmering frustration at everything he sees being done "incorrectly."

In summary:

Hiroshi

Enneagram SX 3w2 - the Achiever/the Charmer

Tritype 3-7-8 - the Ambassador

MBTI ENFP - the Campaigner

Yusuke

Enneagram SO 2w3 - the Giver/the Host

Tritype 2-7-9 - the Peacemaker

MBTI ESFP - the Entertainer

Kimi

Enneagram SP 7w8 - the Enthusiast/the Realist

Tritype 2-7-8 - the Free Spirit

MBTI ESTP - the Entrepreneur

Nao

Enneagram SX 1w2 - the Reformer/the Advocate

Tritype 2-5-1 - the Mentor

MBTI ENTJ - the Commander

Fruits Basket Personality Types: Enneagram | MBTI | Tohru | Akito | Kyo | Yuki | Haru | Kisa | Momiji | Hatori | Ayame | Rin | Hiro | Ritsu | Kureno | Shigure | Kagura | Kazuma | Saki | Arisa | Machi | Kakeru | The Hondas

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gay trans pt. 2 (lol) i just think i see you being more ready to call out hypocrisy in today christianity than almost anyone. the original post i read that made me send ask was you talking about western gun culture being incongruent w Jesus teaching non-violence and like as an american particularly it was just really refreshing to see a christian acknowledge that.

anyway i can’t actually find/remember your Exact position re: trans but. my understanding is that any admonishment of self-mutilation in the scripture is referring to ritualistic pagan purposes you know baal-worshipping etc? which doesn’t seem meaningful to connect to transgenderism in any way. maybe tenuous i’ll readily admit i’m probably less knowledgeable than you but i think a more legitimate line to examine for that point is probably matthew 19:12? i don’t think He’s referring to trans ppl there necessarily but i do think it sort of makes the bodily-mutilation argument at least a little shaky. i don’t think you can call srs mutilation while saying castration Isn’t yknow

Well, I think Christians have no room to call non-believers out when our own house is in fire lol The state of the Church is very awful and we should look at ourselves and our own shortcomings before weeping at how evil & satanic the world is, when so-called Christians are entertaining this same evilness. When you read the Bible, you realize that Jesus called out his fellow Jews (Pharisees), not heathens. He knew that heathen didn't know better ; but Jews, they were supposed to know better, because the Jews were God chosen people who were supposed to be the light of the world, and show the good example. Instead, they abused their power and totally manipulated the Law to fulfill their evil deeds. I'm just trying to follow Jesus example by mostly calling out Christians and call out their abuse & twist of the word of God to fulfill their wickedness. Also it's important to note that I'm often including myself in my apologetics. My Christian side blog @pickmeforjesus is kind of diary at times lol

What in Matthew 19:12 do you find "shaky" regarding body mutilation? First of all, there is the famous 1 Corinthians 19-20 verses

1 Corinthians 6:19-20

Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.

If you acknowledge that your body isn't "yours" but to God, it implies that we cannot do anything with our body that does not glorify Him. Therefore, changing our body over vanity (tattoo, piercing, hair dye, etc), has to go. But also, if God made you a woman and that you change to become a man, it's literally denying God's decision to make you a female - and vice versa💀

Also Matthew 19:12 when properly examined....goes against trans ideology

For there are some eunuchs, which were so born from their mother's womb: and there are some eunuchs, which were made eunuchs of men: and there be eunuchs, which have made themselves eunuchs for the kingdom of heaven's sake. He that is able to receive it, let him receive it.

Trans people are the "eunuch of men" (literally. SRS literally sterilizes people...) and this opposition is put up in oppositions to "eunuch for the kingdom of heaven's sake" aka people who chosen celibacy/abstinence. If you read Matthew 19 from the beginning of the chapter, Jesus is talking about divorce, marriage, men and women relationships. When he talks about those who were "able to receive it", he's talking about the "kingdom of God". Christians receive it by accepting Christ as their lord and savior. In verse 8-9 Jesus explains that remarrying after a divorce is adultery (except for sexual immorality). Then in verse 10, the apostles say that it's then better for people to not marry at all. So in Matthew 11-12 Jesus is replying as of why chosen celibacy ("eunuch for the kingdom of God") is relevant to God, unlike "eunuch of men". He's making a distinction between people being abstinent because of the flesh (eunuch mutilation), and those abstaining from marriage/sex by & for the Spirit (while they physically still can). By making this opposition/distinction, Jesus implies that both will have a different fate in regard to God's judgment. Only those committed to the kingdom of God while on earth will have a place up there once they die. People mutilating themselves in the flesh won't.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

There were SO MANY fics for @hprarepairfest this year (56!). Trying to keep up with the fest was like drinking from a rarepair firehose. I’m splitting my rec list into three: Bratty Femmes, Angsty Boys* and Giggles with Gilderoy*  (*and others). This specific rec list is 90% Narcissa and Pansy having great sex and making bad decisions. 

Absolute favorites marked with **

Femslash:

**Looking For A Complication by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (Ginny/Narcissa, 8k, M)

"Mother, when I said you should get out more," Draco shouts, "I did not mean you should have an illicit affair with a scandalously younger woman!"

I already made a whole rec post for this one. Humor, heart, heat. The fic has it all. One of my new all-time favorites. 

This Regret We've Got Accustomed To by mouldy_voldy (Il_Valentino)(Astoria/Pansy, 1.5k, E) 

“He may be my best friend, but you are the fucking love of my life,” Pansy snarls against her lips and then closes the distance. The kiss is more teeth and want than anything, but her lips are just as Astoria remembers, the taste of her enough to induce euphoria. She can’t remember ever wanting anything as much as she wants this. Pansy won't let her forget.

Little fic packs a (very sexy) punch. Pansy is SO HOT in this. 

Fate & Jupiter by thewakeless (Parvati/Lavender & Padma/Katie, 25k, T)

Padma and Parvati might not agree on everything, but they know one thing for sure, they’re both ready for a change. Padma is worn out from her Ministry job, and Parvati is tired of pining after Lavender 24/7. So, they decide to open up a potion shop in Hogsmeade but of course nothing goes quite as planned because you can’t stop fate, and you certainly can’t stop Jupiter.

Or wholesome double getting together wlw with strong winter vibes

Bit of a stretch to include this in bratty femmes but it was so darling, and Lavender is very much a femme and a bit of a brat in this in a lovely way. Wholesome and very queer, and I now have a crush on butch Katie Bell.

Het:

**Your Cigarette Smell by @lumosatnight​ (Sirius/Narcissa, 10k, E)

It’s easy, she thinks.

Falling into each other while their family falls apart. Lips connecting while other connections fizzle away. Losing themselves to pleasure while the rest of the world grows lost to war.

Bodies sliding together as months slide by.

It's exactly what I love about Sirius/Narcissa - the sense of desire and shame and duty and fury and hate and love! And the tragedy of it all! I loved how the author wove together the nonlinear narrative, which gave the fic a haunted and inevitable quality - very doomed lovers bound by fate vibes.

Table For Two by maeshowers (Sirius/Pansy, 3k, E)

Pansy isn't having a good time at Draco and Hermione's wedding. Neither is Sirius. Maybe copious amounts of alcohol and a good fuck could change that.

It’s fun, and it’s hot, and it’s Pansy/Sirius. I love a messy friend group full of ex’s (because I am a lesbian), and I absolutely adore how much of a brat Pansy is here: “I led your godson on for months because I wanted to fuck his wife." Incredible!

Disparities by @mean-whale-writes (Remus/Narcissa, 2k, E)

As much as he sometimes tried to spin the truth into something more palatable, he enjoyed the immorality of fucking the enemy.

Hot and dangerous and unexpected - perfect for rarepair fest!

Slash recs on their way in the “angsty boys” category :) 

28 notes - Posted January 23, 2022

#4

one of my goals for 2022 is to do more fic recs with pretty banners so here is my first!

Did You Miss Me? by @krethes and Fantismal

Fully written and will be 600k (!!). Wolfstar + Jily + other side pairings.

It’s a text fic for grownups. It’s a text fic and university AU and celebrity AU that I love and am fully invested in, which is utterly shocking to me as someone who generally avoids all of those things. You’ve got a hilarious cast of characters who love to text smutty, gossip-y things AND you have the promise of Big Plot and Big Black Family Trauma on its way.

You’re going to want to follow along with this one!

Check it out, mind the tags (like seriously, mind the tags) and subscribe <3

29 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#3

Acting Out (Molly Prewett/Narcissa Black, 2k, M)

Narcissa’s to-do list for the evening:

Drink enough champagne she forgets she ever had more than one sister. 

Make someone cry. (Does not count if it’s herself.) 

Be told she is the most beautiful woman at the party. (Preferably by multiple people.)

Have sex that would scandalise her parents. (If they would even pay attention.)

Day 9: @kinkuary’s age gap + @hpshipuary’s Molly/Narcissa + Fluffbruary’s stiletto + Femslash Feb’s vintage. 

cw: underage, dub con due to deception and underage. 

AN: Molly is fat, and Narcissa is into it, but Narcissa’s also 16 and a vain, judgmental bitch, and some of her narration might cross the line into both being fetishizing and stigmatising. This is also slightly canon-divergent as in this universe Molly has not yet married Arthur at age 21.

32 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

#2

breaking my no 500+ kudos rule for this series of fic recs for my all time top drarry

Super Rich Kids by @thusspoketrish​ (81k, E, Drarry)

Draco Malfoy has become disillusioned by the glitz and glamour of the scandalous lives of the Post-Second Wizarding War Pureblood Elite. Enter: one existential crisis, one group of thieving cynical friends, and several terrible, terrible decisions.

Post-war Drarry with major (deliberate) Bright Lights Big City + Gossip Girl + Cruel Intentions + Bling Ring vibes. Of course I’m obsessed. The author manages to excel at the mood, plot, characterization, angst, world-building, sex, AND humor??? Is there anything the author can't do?? I cannot emphasize enough how this fic has EVERYTHING. Do mind the tags, as always.

It’s hot and dark and hilarious and moving. Draco with a coke habit and a heart is everything. Good guy Harry (through Draco’s biased eyes) is also everything. And a stunning, classic fanon!Pansy, my beloved. Plus, there’s Sprinkles the dog, who is the star of the show. (The dog lives, if you were worried.) 

This line has haunted me since I’ve read it:

"Draco knows he’s not a good person, and will never be good enough for Harry.

He’s right where he should be."

Read it on Ao3 so you can be equally haunted <3 

47 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

my date cancelled last minute so now I’m just hot and dressed up and drinking pinot grigio and writing harry potter fanfiction on a saturday night <3 

72 notes - Posted February 26, 2022

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[seiyasabi]

A Farmer Boy’s Crush

(This is a Yandere Ushijima x Female Reader story! I’m sorry in advance, because I think this man is scary ;(( Also, there will be no part two of this, and I’m sorry if it sucks lol.

TW: !Noncon!, Stalker Ushi!, Size kink!, Cumflation!, Spanking!, Dacryphilia?, Choking!, Breeding Kink!, Cockwarming, Threatening behaviour!, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution!)

“I’m sorry, Ushijima-san, but I’m not interested in you. I’m focusing on my career, so I don’t have time for a relationship.”

It started when you were in highschool. 

The volleyball player confessed to you on Valentines Day, equipped with handmade chocolates and roses from his Mother’s garden. At the time, you had no interest in boys. You were way too focused on your future career, viewing a significant other as a distraction. Ushijima, to his credit, didn’t lose his temper when you turned him down. He nodded, silently stalking off to the gym, his posture perfectly straight. 

You’d brushed the entire event off, feeling guilty for turning him down so nonchalantly, but also standing your ground. The large man has a harem of girls, and you were sure he’d find a girlfriend that would treat him right. 

But, what you didn’t know, was that all he wanted was you. He could never go for another girl, because you’re one of a kind. 

He loves how you pick weeds out of the pavement, loves how you help old people bring their groceries to their car, loves how you’re YOU. 

So, in his spare time (aka, when he’s not playing volleyball), he watches you. He’d followed you home one day, and he spotted you through your curtainless window. 

That’s how it started; watching. 

But watching wasn’t enough.

Soon, he’d break into your home, snagging a worn t-shirt or panties, a chapstick on your desk, a polaroid you recently took, etc.. Once in his possession, he’d stalk off home at a leisure pace. Ushijima would then place the item in the shrine in his closet, relishing the new item in his collection. 

This went on for years, up until today. Today, he’d had enough. He’d heard from your friends on campus that you’d scored a date with a boy named ‘Kane,’ causing the large man to drive like a mad man in the direction of your home. 

Seeing you from your room’s curtainless window, his nose flares in anger. You’re in a cute cherry patterned dress, (applying makeup/doing your skincare routine) in your vanity table’s mirror. 

Stomping up your concrete front stairs, he grabs the hidden key in your potted plant outside, and slips inside. Wakatoshi makes his way up your house’s steps, creeping towards your closed door. He can hear music playing, most likely from your phone, and can see your shadow moving from underneath your door. 

Grasping your metal door handle, he steps inside your air freshener infused room. His presence startles you, and he can’t help but feel pleasure at the look of shock on your face. 

“Ushijima-san? What the hell are you doing-?” His large hand grips your throat, dragging you to your lilac coloured sheets. The olive haired man forces you onto your mattress, large body stradling your smaller form. Your weak attempt at freeing yourself is heartwarming, your spluttering and hits seem kitten-like. 

“Why would you go to someone else?” You try to respond, but are unable to, his ministrations not allowing you to breathe. Noticing this, he releases his vice-like grip, merely hovering his calloused hand over your throat. 

“What-” Your voice cracks, causing you to clear your throat, as tears drip down your pretty face, “What are you talking about? Why are you in my house?” 

He ignores your questions, steely gaze glaring down at you, “Kane cannot provide for you. I have a stable income, he does not. I have my own home, he does not. He has no redeemable qualities. I cannot understand why you would wish to date him, when I am already in the picture.”

You start to sob pathetically, not understanding why your scary ex-classmate is assaulting you verbally and physically, “Ushijima, I don’t understand what you’re talking about! I haven’t spoken to you for years-”

His grip around your throat tightens once more, as he speaks through gritted teeth, “We may not have spoken, but I’ve kept a close eye on you. What happened to you ‘focusing on your career?’ You were such a good, hardworking girl until this point, but now you’re suddenly whoring yourself out to an unimpressive boy. Let me show you who you belong to, (Your Name), because it seems that you’ve forgotten.”

 Smacking at his muscular arms, you try to struggle out of his grip. Wakatoshi’s thick fingers tug at the zipper on the side of your dress, slipping it open with ease. He slides the thin straps off of your shoulders, forcing the straps up over your hands, and sliding the entire garment off of you. You’re left in your unmatching strapless bra and panties. He hums in delight at the sight; this must mean that you weren’t going to open your legs for that boy. 

“You look beautiful,” He releases his grip just enough for you to breathe with ease, before ragdolling you over his muscular thigh. Your cute ass is on display to the olive haired man, his warm palm ghosting over the fat, “It’s a shame that I must put you in your place.”

Without warning, he slams his hand down, all whilst his free one covers your mouth. A scream rips from your throat, only to be muffled by your ex-classmate. Raising his previously used hand, he spanks you once more, the skin on your ass feeling like it’s on fire. 

“I’m going to spank you twenty-five times, don’t try to struggle. If you do, I’ll increase it to fifty,” All you can do is sob in response, causing the large man to continue his assault. The ex-volleyball player doesn’t hold back in the slightest, bruising your ass down to the muscle. By the time he’s finished, your entire body is shaking, face slick with snot and tears. Ushijima can’t help but grow hard at your pain fueled expression. You’re just too cute, “Good. Now, let me reward you for your behaviour.”

You shake your head no, muffled pleas of ‘stop’ just barely heard. Your ex-classmate refuses to acknowledge your words, instead pulling your bruising ass against his hard cock. He unbuttons his trousers, pulling out his long, thick cock. It slaps against your bare stomach, as Ushijima shucks your panties and bra off of your body, exposing you fully to him. Removing his hand from your mouth, you’re finally able to speak as he gropes the fat of your tits, “Please stop! Don’t do this! I’m sorry that I refused you in highschool! Why don’t we go on a date right now? I-if we do that, then we can wait-” 

“Shh, there’s no need to panic. We can go to dinner after this; I’ve waited too long for this,” Long fingers reach down to play with your clit, rubbing and squeezing the bundle of nerves with two fingers. His ring finger dips into your opening, forcing your dry walls open. 

“Ushijima, please-”

“Call me Wakatoshi. We’re dating, afterall,” forcing his finger in and out whilst rubbing your clit, making your walls slick without your consent. 

“Wakatoshi-” He removes his finger from inside of you, before quickly replacing it with the tip of his red, precum slicked cock. Without warning, he slips inside, spearing you open painfully. A loud yelp leaves your lips, as more tears drip down your face, “Take it out! Take it out! It hurts so bad!” 

He relishes the way your slightly moistened walls knead him, practically sucking him in. He rubs your clit with quick, small circles, trying to help you accommodate his size. This, in turn, allows his wrist to lay against your tummy, feeling the way your tummy distends with his cock. 

“You’re so tight. I always knew you were perfect for me,” He starts to bounce you on his prick, making it feel like your pussy was being ripped from your body. A small scream leaves your lips at the feeling, only for you to be silenced by a heated kiss. Waka’s body curls into your own, forcing you further onto his cock, and making it even harder for you to get off of him. 

He bucks up into you like a mad man, fucking you on his length at top speed. The pain you previously felt slowly turns into pleasure, as the pressure on your clit increases. A few small moans escape your mouth into his, as he swallows them whole. 

Wakatoshi lightly smacks your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure. He releases you from the kiss, choosing instead to suck hickies onto your lolling neck. He grunts at the feeling of you tightening with an oncoming orgasm, as he rubs your clit as hard and fast as he can. 

“Cum for me, cum right now. Let your womb swallow my seed, (Your Name), it’s clear that you need my baby to set you straight,” More tears drip down your face as you try to stop yourself from cumming. 

“No! I don’t want a baby!” Waka doesn’t respond, only slapping your clit one last time. A strangled scream erupts from your throat, as you squirt all over him and your light coloured sheets. The force almost knocks him out of you, but he presses you down completely on his cock, allowing him to cum directly against your unprotected cervix. 

Your body shakes with your sobs as you wrap yourself with your arms, and you try to get off of him. Wakatoshi wraps you in a constricting hug, keeping you completely enveloped by his large frame. 

“You’re such a good girl for me, (Your Name). Now, let’s get you home, you clearly can’t be independent. Just rely on me, and I’ll keep you well fed and happy.”

You shake your head no, trying to escape his arms, but it’s no use. He’s so much bigger and stronger than you, making it virtually impossible for you to escape. 

Grabbing your blanket, he wraps you with it, before standing to his feet. His cock is still inside of you, as he walks out of your house, and towards his parked Kei truck. He opens the door, and slips inside, you still cockwarming him. He sets a hand on your distended, cumfilled belly, and sighs in content. 

“Everything will be alright. Let’s get back to the farm, and I’ll make you a nutritious meal. After all, you need to be strong for our growing baby.” 

[roger-that-cap]

meet me in the gardens

knight!natasha x lady!reader

summary: being the widow of a decently wealthy lord and sitting on a large plot of land automatically meant that you were a candidate for the program that you couldn’t say not to; the hosting. you had to sponsor a knight and keep them in your home for an entire year, which was troublesome enough on its own. but you never expected your knight to be a woman, and you certainly didn’t expect to have a full on illegal love affair with her, either.

warnings: marriage lol, angsty knights and ladies, reality slapping mfs in the face almost too quickly

word count: 3.3k

hi guys,,, it has been a slow minute, thank you guys for even still clicking on this after all this time lmao 

part seven!!

It was customary to have more than one handmaiden dress a lady for her wedding, but both you and Wanda knew that no one was going to be allowed to watch you break down from the inside out. There were no words between the two of you as she laced you up as an unmarried woman for the last time, your gown gorgeous and heavy with weight and meaning. You didn’t even sniffle as the tears ran down your face, eyes blazing with emotions that would be forever unspoken. 

 Wanda wiped your face and started to dress that up, too. 

While you stood there, you couldn’t help but think of the night before. Dinner with Rumlow was an absolute travesty. He was rude, brutish, and even more of an animal than your last husband. He chewed like he was some type of wolf, smacked his lips far too loud, and was by far the rudest person to your staff. His language was of the pirates and his eyes wandered from you, to Wanda, to a younger girl, and then back to you with the same look of disgusting desire. It was painfully obvious that he was the type of man to see things and get things because he desired them. He was the type to break his toys, as well. He was horrible, and that was all before the eyes of other people. You started to feel sick when you thought about how brave he would be behind closed doors. The doors that would be closing very, very soon on the two of you. 

 The dinner was horrible, but the worst part was that Natasha wasn’t there. The worst part was always going to be her absence.

“You look so beautiful,” Wanda said, her voice a crackling and regretful whisper as she watched you in the vanity, a small and forced smile on her face. You met her eyes only for a second in the mirror before you turned them away, down to look at your covered feet. 

  “I’m being thrown away,” you said slowly, like the words were pulling themselves from your lips. “For the second time in my life. Is this the life of a woman that I tried to avoid so terribly? Is this the fate of all women?” 

 Wanda opened and shut her mouth, trying to find something to say that could possibly help you, and then she just shut it for good, her lips wobbling. You could feel her guilt radiating off of her, feel it stewing and brewing inside of her heart and chest even though it wasn’t her fault. You wanted to tell her that, to reassure her that she didn’t fail you like she thought she did, and that she never could fail you, but your lips were stuck together as white hot tears fell down your face. 

 There were three sharp knocks on your door, and you wiped your tears quickly, expecting someone to barge in. “Who is it?” You asked, the fake strength in your voice barely enough to hide the fact that you were crying and miserable. 

“I’m Lord Rumlow’s-”

“You aren’t allowed in here,” Wanda responded roughly. “No one sees her until she comes out, that’s a rule.” And it was a rule, one that you had forgotten all about. No one was supposed to see the bride before she made her long walk to the groom. And even during the walk, a covering was supposed to be on the bride’s face, shielding her from the world. It was sickening. “So go away.” Wanda’s tone had whoever the man was nearly jogging away, not even asking a second question. 

“I don’t know if I’m gonna be sick or not,” you muttered, and Wanda pushed the barrel that she brought earlier closer towards you. 

“Use it if you need to, honey.” Just as you were about to bend over and give up the breakfast that you didn’t even eat, there were soft raps on the door. 

  “If  have to tell you to go away one more time-” 

“It’s me,” a familiar vice said, and Wanda immediately stopped talking. “And I brought someone else, too.” You picked your head up from the barrel and looked towards the closed door, trusting that Pietro wouldn’t have done anything stupid. Wanda felt the same, clearing the space between where she originally was and the door within seconds. Pietro came in, fumbling and looking at you with a pitiful smile. You turned away, and then there was a flash of red in the corner of your eye. 

Your chest seized up.Your hands started to shake, and the tears that you had dried started back up all over again. “Oh.” 

“Let’s leave them for a few moments, Pietro.” Wanda suggested, tugging him out of the room by the arm and leaving you and Natsaha in the room together, alone. 

No one spoke for a long time.

You just stared at her, just like she stared at you, watching her chest rise and fall, and the guarded look in her eyes. She looked angry. But you knew her better than that. Sometimes, you wondered how you know her better than that because you had such a short time to know her at all. But it felt like you had watched a thousand sunsets and seen millions of river cycles with her. But it still wasn’t enough. And now, standing in front of her with a wedding dress that wasn’t meant for her at all, you knew that you had lied to her and to yourself that night at the river. Nothing was ever going to be enough.

“You look…” She started, taking a step closer to you. “You look stunning. You always have.” 

You shook your head at her, looking away for a moment to gather your bearings. Your voice trembled as you tried to get something out, anything that would make the situation even a little better.  “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You gave her a glare. “Don’t be. We both knew how this was going to end, and we both still continued. This isn’t shocking news to me, or you. It’s horrible, but we knew it was coming.” 

In that moment, reality hit. All those stupid promises about going to the gardens or the woods behind Rumlow’s back seemed like a suicide mission. That one, long chat about running away seemed like two naive children after being scolded by their parents. You had been peacefully living in an untainted world with Natasha, when you of all people knew much better than that. “So, what? What point are you getting at?” 

“I chose to go on being with you because I knew that regardless of where you were or where I was, or who you were with, that the love wouldn’t leave. I chose to have a little slice of happiness and knowledge that we tried, and that we had fun together. I chose to have that, and so did you. We know that we would have worked out, if this wasn’t happening. We know that if there’s another universe or another life, that we’ll end up together. Just not this time.” She took a step closer to you, her eyes lingering on your damp cheeks. “I’ll always be in love with you.” 

You were realizing too quickly that a world where you were allowed to love her and she was allowed to love you was years and years away. It was a place you could only dream about, but all you had to work with was a world who didn’t tolerate true love in the face of duty, and a world who certainly didn’t tolerate two women together. You would not let her die for you, or your love. 

“From afar,” you said, and for a second you were afraid that she would push you and ask why you were walking away. You were afraid that she wouldn’t get it. You had been jumping around in your own mind, making concrete conclusions at the drop of a hat and jumping to the next subject. You wondered if she was keeping up, if she was on the same page as you were even through all the skipping around. 

It hurt to admit, but you were realizing that you were on the same page. Just the other night, you were promising forever, promising every second alone to each other. You promised a life of secrecy and adoration, and that was what your hopeful heart wanted. But now, you had a mind, and your mind knew it was life or death. Your mind knew that sneaking around wasn’t plausible and it held more potential for danger than you ever wanted to have. By the look in Natasha’s eyes, you could tell that she had made a complete turn, too. You were both at the same crossroads, staring at each other from feet away.

You had told her forever, and she had promised you the same, but it just wasn’t going to work. It never was going to in the beginning. 

But then she nodded at you, a sad look in her eyes even though there was a tiny smile. “From afar.” 

“Are you gonna be there?” 

“To watch you get married?” She said, her face twisting up in disgust. “No.” Pause. “I can if you want me to be.” 

You shook your head. “Don’t come.” She would already have to sit through the hours of barbaric celebration by law, but she didn’t have to watch the ceremony. Making her would be torture to you both. 

“That’s what you want?” You nodded your head. “Then I won’t come.” 

Your heart was racing in your chest, contrasting to the way you typically felt just content upon seeing her. “What if I told you that I wanted you to kiss me one last time?” 

“I’d ask where all the time went, for us to be on our last already.” 

You scoffed, more out of disbelief than because you found it funny. “Where did all the time go?” 

She shrugged. “The stars ate it up.” 

§§

You had to be one of the angriest brides the kingdom had ever seen. The veil covered your face, your hands trembled with nerves and fury, and your eyes held unshed tears. Wanda was whispering beside you as the room to the door opened, telling you that she would always have your back while the procession started, but you hardly heard a thing. All you could think of was that it was your second time being sold like a farm animal, being made to marry someone you hated. You hated it. You hated the High Priest. You hated that the distant king did nothing. You hated that you weren’t strong enough to put a knife through Lord Rumlow’s eye. 

The procession was slow, as all processions for weddings were. Much to Lord Rumlow’s chagrin, you were being led by two people instead of one, who was supposed to be one of his knights. Wanda and Pietro led you, one on each side, the three of you linked by hand while it was traditionally by elbow. Your feet ached almost as much as your heart as you walked past people that you could hardly see because of the veil, but you could tell that they were in awe. The dress was long and beautiful, you had some of the most expensive jewelry money could buy, and you were sure that you looked like a princess. You could hear the whispers of people who were excited to watch a noble wedding, excited to have the feat that was entitled to everyone in the village after such a big event. You wanted to cry once you realized how unaware they were about the way you were forced into it. 

Soon, you checked out of your own body. You were confident enough in Pietro and Wanda’s leading of you to close your eyes, holding back tears. If he lifted the veil and saw you crying, who knew what he would do? You saw stars when you did, constellations, clouds, even flashes of your favorite rose bushes. You took in a breath, eyes still closed as you tried to find a happy place. You prayed to the gods that the walk would be never ending, that the twins would lead you off in the forest and have you live as some sort of forest woman, fending for herself but free. But then their feet stopped. 

 “Today we have come under the light of the sun to see a love blossom,” your eyes snapped open as you blinked, squinting at the priest who was holding his brown book, even though he hardly needed it. He was talking without looking at it, eyes searching the crowd for attention. You rolled your eyes. 

He seemed to talk for hours. You could feel Brock Rumlow next to you, taking Pietro’s spot on your right. Pietro made a displeased sound and stood next to Wanda, who was clenching your hand tightly, like she was terrified of letting you go. You were so far out that you didn’t even realize that he was done talking until you felt your right hand be grabbed by a rough one, one that reminded you of words and fights and blood. It was callous and cruel, and your head whipped around to see Brock Rumlow holding the deep red sash, his mouth moving in confidence as he repeated the vows that the priest said. 

“Lady Y/N,” the priest said, and slowly, your veiled face turned his way. “Repeat after me, if you please. No, I do not please. You echoed every word with such monotony that it hurt your own sears. You saw Rumlow’s jaw twitch at your minor defiance. You tilted your head higher. “You may now wrap your hands.” 

You watched him wrap both of your hands together with the thick, red ribbon. Your stomach lurched as you realized that there was no going back after the priest said the next words. You had already been through it once before. Your heart skipped beats in your chest. I’m never going to be free again. This is it. This is my last moment of freedom. My last moment of true happiness has gone with the wind. 

“You may now unshroud your bride, and show her to the awaiting world.” 

§§

The rest of the day passed in a blur. A common girl that Rumlow had nearly thrown your way was refused by you, and when she said that she was required to stay, you made her sit down while Wanda undressed you and put you into the comfortable yet delicate dress that brides wore after their weddings. She had to watch awkwardly as you sobbed in and out of Wanda’s arms, not even caring that she was there. 

The tears were long gone by the feast and the anger had come out to play. Every time your new husband attempted to speak to you, you ignored him. There was a hard look in your eyes as you sat and watched everyone, watching the culture clash between your peaceful people and his rowdy men and women. They were the ones drinking quickly, belching, laughing far too loudly for your taste, and being crude. Your people had separated themselves from them and were talking amongst themselves, no doubt becoming worried because of your demeanor. 

“You’ve only spoken to me once tonight, wife.” You ignored him again. 

It was true. You spoke to him one time, and it was when he told you that Wanda and Pietro couldn't sit at the grand table. According to him, there weren't enough seats at the table that was meant for lords and ladies, and he had brought his own fair share. He didn’t see the twins as anything other than your friends, and so he tried to have them moved over to the corner of the room. You didn’t tolerate that at all. “They’re staying with me,” was all you said, and by the way he tensed up, you were sure that it was going to be a fight. Maybe it was the rage in your eyes that made him back down and nod twice, jaw clenching along with his fists. But indeed, they were beside you, just as silent and angry as you were. 

Natasha hadn’t shown up yet. It was heavily frowned upon for her to miss the celebration, but you weren’t going to force her to come. You knew that if the roles were reversed that you would rather die than see her dressed as a bride and not be your bride. You knew that the situation was eating at her just as much as it was at you. You hated it. 

Part of you was glad that she wasn’t there. You were glad that you wouldn’t be tortured by seeing her so far away but so close, so unattainable that it was laughable that your heart even wanted her. But since she had gotten out of that carriage and you had expected a man, your heart pumped for her. And it always would. 

“Are you enjoying yourself, wife?” Even though you hadn’t heard his voice much, you knew his slimy, self assured tone from anywhere. It sent shivers down your back and a frown to your face as your thoughts were catapulted from the woman you loved straight to the man who you would rather die than be associated with. 

The dress was heavy on your shoulders even though you were sitting down, and your distraught feelings were heavy on your mind. “No.” 

“We’re wed, and now we are powerful.” He said, his goblet of wine reaching out towards the guests, even though only a few were watching your interaction. “Look at us. Two people in deep lov-”

“I really couldn’t care less, Lord Rumlow.” You said, blinking twice once you realized that you had spoken your thoughts aloud. You swallowed some water from your own silver goblet with the time that his shock granted you. “You and I both know that this wasn’t for love, and if you ever suggest that was the reason we were married, I will tell everyone the way you begged for my hand over letters and make sure that you are no longer capable of having an heir.” 

There was another moment of silence from him, and then a scoff. His face was friendly, maybe approachable even, but when you took a shallow look into his eyes, you could see the fury brewing beneath his expression, the anger at being blatantly disrespected- by a woman.  

“Look,” he started, his voice more sinister than you had heard it yet, “we have two major pieces of land together, and a large population  of people under our control. Farmlands and water, it’s ours now. On my own, I was strong. But now that I’ve wed you, I’m fucking untouchable.” He leaned back in his seat and you released a long breath through your nose. His dark eyes were still boring into yours, even as you dared to tilt your head sideways, a show of derision. There was a subtle flash of red. “And I will be damned to hell if I let you disrespect me after I’ve climbed my way from the bottom. Remember that.” 

  You had already had enough. Enough of him, enough of the situation, enough of being told what to do. The first man you married that had turned you from a girl rolling in dirt with pigs into a wealthy lady without even a whisper of your consent was long gone. You would be damned if you let another turn you into a broodmare and an idle chess piece, regardless of the consequences. “And my first husband is dead,” you said, head tilting even more. “Remember that.” 

You couldn’t hide your smirk without the silver goblet. 

******

an: well hi guys haha it’s been a while since this has been updated! i’m so sorry that its been about two months... i hope that someone still loves this story at least! its coming to an end very soon! i hope it all ties together like i want it to, and that it feels resolute to you guys. i’m gonna tag some of y’all!!

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[kadythethief]

obey me vtm au

lucifer

ventrue duh

asmo

dude, we all know he's a toreador

mammon

yeah, dude's a setite

all about corrupting people by tempting them via their desires and vices and tricking other kindred and mortals to enter a pact with him

also they kinda are a cult, mammon *should* be worshipped actually

levi

eh, i'm gonna make him a nossy. rip whatever good looks he had to begin with.

but the nossies seem kinda envious at times. so much that occasionally they turn really pretty ppl into one of them to teach them a lesson! that'll teach them! being pretty and shit!

honestly, asmo should be a nossy based on that lol. you *know* he probably pissed of all the local nossies in his area with his vanity but we are not hurting asmo on this blog!

levi is fine tho, he does that just fine on his own.

and they are also good with tech. and sneaking. you'd have to be looking like that and who'd be better at hiding themselves than this shut in?

satan

brujah

no but like OG brujah, a scholar, before one of his clan-brethren lost his temper after an intense argument with his teacher and diablerized him causing most of the brujah to lose that reputation by aquiring a curse that makes them all have a short fuse.

i feel like satan can be a bit of a shut in too, when it comes to books tho so he escaped that fate. maybe cain even forgot about him completely! lololol

brujah are in general also rebels, so yeah

belphie

damn, ok that dude's hard like a bunch of dark clans could work for him but on account of his laziness....

let's put him in ravnos!

most cities don't like having them around, but don't dare piss one off or you'd get the rest of the clan on your back and you know this lil kindred would use that to his advantage! they have nifty illusion powers too.

beel

brujah. dude doesn't have much of a temper but remember them being rebels? beel doesn't strike me as someone who'd be a brujah with a big ideological cause but i think, when it comes down to it, he'd lay life and limb down for his fam, found or otherwise

BONUS!

diavolo

brujah cause he got them brujah tiddies, eyyyy!!

...no, jk, i guessssss he'd probably be ventrue due to him being royalty and all that even tho he's a himbo and not even that stuck up or anything

barbatos

let's make him a cappadocian, the vamp necromancers who can communicate and control spirits. i think they are also really smart and read books probably and shit

simeon

Salubri

BONUS BONUS

meffie

ventrue

thirteen

yeah i should probably put her in the same clan as barby but fuck you, she's malkavian. have you seen her eyes? beautiful! gorgeous! drive me to madness, queeeeeeen!

raphael

salubri

luke is a lil gangrel chihuahua

going YAP YAP YAP

[serenheist]

What Jennie is like in a relationship/ Relationship with G-Dragon Tarot reading

I know the anon asked for just a love life reading on Jennie but I’m extra and did everything lmao

What is the true nature of Jennie’s relationship with gdragon? Gloominous doom reversed 56, ace of swords, the hanged man reversed, lady of masks, triumph of lies, the glanconer 62 reversed

Oh god lmao. I don’t know why but I get the feeling this “relationship” is just for GD to be back on good terms with the korean general public. He got flack for smoking weed before, seungri shit, abandoning his dog, dating kiko etc etc. I really feel like him dating Jennie is just so the public has a better opinion of him when he decides to have a comeback lmao. Anyway the true nature of this relationship is literally someone full of extreme self pity had an idea to do this because it will make them look better and vice versa. But now there’s a feeling of being trapped. I really think this is an orchestrated relationship that was rushed and not based on actual love but for a specific purpose. But I do think it’s legit in the sense that it’s not that they’re not dating at all. But since Yg didn’t deny anything we can tell it’s “real”. Yg always denies if it’s definitely not a real relationship and always stays vague when it’s real. It’s made to look real for the public to get them talking but the core itself isn’t real. Basically pr shit. idc even if they got married none of this is real lmao.

I pulled 2 more cards from 2 different decks for extra clarification and I got the lady of masks and triumph of lies. You can’t make this up lol. “She reshapes the physical appearance of the souls who seek her out but this change is pure vanity, changing nothing of who they are at the core” it basically reflects who you want to be. This relationship is to make both parties look better lol. I feel that this is also a double meaning geared towards Jennie only because later cards in this reading continuously mention her wearing a mask. Triumph of lies is about keeping up appearances. This relationship is about living up to the expectations that society wants from you. I feel like it’s not just what people in the company want but also could be friends and family who put pressure on making this relationship happen for both. I can really see that since GD has a past of dating mostly models and the public has always been negative about everyone he’s dated except Jennie since she has a better reputation and for her this relationship can boost her status even more dating the king of kpop and being a power couple. I pulled a last card just to ask why you would need to fake a whole relationship even though we already know at this point and it’s redundant but I wanted to see how many times I can get cards saying the same shit. The glanconer 62 reversed: basically AGAIN someone is pretending to be other than they really are. I think both of them even believe in their own lie at this point and idk there’s a level of thinking you’re better than others so it’s okay to fool them anyway. Whatever makes you look good.

Who is Jennie in this/ her shadow aspect: obsession 3, gd: today for tomorrow 32

Since the beginning cards were pretty negative I wanted to dive deeper into Jennie and GD’s shadow aspects. And just use these cards to differentiate between them. GD is today for tomorrow and for Jennie I got obsession. The biggest shadow aspect to Jennie is that she feels as if she needs something whether that be a person, an idea, an object etc to give meaning to her life. She can also become really fixated on things to the point where that is the entire focal point of her life. It numbs her attention to other things.

How does Jennie feel about gd and how does he feel about her? Solus 13, the high priestess, the hierophant, gd: the guardian at the gate 3, queen of wands reversed, the fool

Jennie: Jennie feels that GD is someone who when you don’t know who to turn to or what to do, he is the person who can help you out. He encourages you stand on your own feet and utilize your own wisdom. But he also recognizes that you can’t do everything on your own so he helps you make the right connections with the right people and basically like a mentor position. I feel like they both almost see this connection as something “divine” at least in the beginning they could’ve convinced themselves this was this big divine intervention. But the reality started to set in and Jennie saw a different side of someone who has lost touch and went from being someone to look up to to becoming more “corrupted”. He no longer practices what he preaches, there’s lies mixed in with truth and the lines between right and wrong became more blurred. He does what he can to stay in power.

GD: He feels that Jennie is a new opportunity for a huge change. She’ll help provide an opportunity for him to make a big shift in his life. But at the same time he feels like she’s guarding herself and not being authentic with him. “Wearing masks that do not fit you”. I think he’s seen her change moods often from not figuring out how to release her passion and creativity in a healthy way and become more jealous and wanting to tear down others when she’s feeling down. Cause the queen of wands would be stepping in your power not hiding behind anything and appearing exactly how you are. Reversed it can bring out bring dramatic and feeling out of control of your own life and lack of enthusiasm. I think he’s seen her lose her passion for even being in the industry itself. I think that’s he’s wanting to take a leap of faith into something new I don’t know if he would want to stay in this “relationship” but I’m seeing it more of him going off on his own and stop worrying about the fear of the unknown. Honestly both seem like a hot mess for each other there’s a lot of work they gotta do on themselves separately because this whole connection is weird and toxic.

How long does it take her to get into a relationship? Does she prefer long or short term relationships? Princess of pentacles, 3 of swords, queen of swords 5 of wands reversed, 2 of wands, temperance reversed

She’s always been observant and was careful before in the beginning of relationships but no amount of carefulness can’t prevent heartbreak. It kind of hardened her and she learned how to play the game so to speak. The fact that the queen of swords is holding a severed head tells you all you need to know what happens if you break her heart. She seems burnout with relationships but at the same time can’t stop herself from not being in one because then you’ll be alone with your demons. I think she does prefer long term relationships but Jennie seems to go from one extreme to another. She plans for the long term but she also can’t control her emotions because they’re so intense. She’ll sabotage it and rush into a relationship with someone because she’s already planning this whole future and the other person is like “uhhh we just met..?” I think she builds up a fantasy in her head and gets carried away at times. And that’s where a lot of conflict and arguments arise and the cycle continues.

Past and present relationships. past: firgun 10 magick of you oracle, 2 of pentacles, Present: Euphoria 9, 5 of cups

I hate this word but I feel like in her past relationships she felt like the person she was with was her “twin flame”. This person was her mirror basically, every little thing she was and did was mirrored back to her. It was about learning how to heal the anger and hurt and learn to be happy for others success. But the relationship itself was a constant act of balancing career and love and all the ups and downs. It seems like even in her present love life she is still lingering over past relationships and now hides her actual feelings. There’s a lot of mask imagery in this whole reading. And not seeing everything you already have but being consumed with the thoughts of what went wrong or why it isn’t this way. And no longer sharing your true self fully. Instead there’s an element of not her not taking care of herself physically. Sharing herself intimately with people who treat her like garbage, poor eating, dragging yourself through workouts, excess of toxic substances; these are examples.

What is she like in a relationship? Eternal servitor, 10 of pentacles reversed, the lady of the harvest 18 reversed, the singer of intuition 7

This imagery of a person with no face and a whole in its chest really stands out to me again. It seems that when Jennie is in a relationship she still hides her true self and is constantly on a never ending search to fill something in herself that she feels is lacking. I think she uses money, clothing, love itself as a way to distract herself from this emptiness she feels inside and each time she wants more and more. Like she has to upgrade to the next biggest thing and it traps her in an infinite loop of never being satisfied. Idk but I guess it’s her wanting the world to see her importance; if she has these things then she is now worthy and it gives her a feeling of purpose. It’s not just the pressure of herself needing the best “thing” but a loooot of pressure from family and others to find a “suitable” partner. They need to come from the right background, make this amount of money, etc so her family can show off how wonderful this partner is and how amazing Jennie is doing. Even the next card “the lady of the harvest” reversed speaks of this again. It’s crazy how almost all of the cards are just saying the same thing. It’s about staying in denial and refusing to accept a loss and cling onto pain instead. Jennie is the type of person who thinks “if I can’t have it, no one will”. When she sees something she wants and can’t get it she will go into destruction mode because she feels that it’s the only solution. She’s not a forgive and forget person. A line in this guidebook really stands out to me “if you love something, let it go. If it doesn’t come back, hunt it down and kill it.” Pretty much sums up her mentality. Even if she enters a new relationship her mind is consumed by the past and the present relationship is only to save face and show off the image she tries to create to please literally everyone except herself. I think she’s very perceptive and can know someone who she’s with inside and out. She’s also very aware of the image she needs to uphold. There’s pretty much nothing you can hide from her because her intuition is so strong.

What is her "type"? the piper 24, 8 of wands reversed, Ta’Om the poet 29, Arthur

Let’s get the obvious out of the way: she likes musicians. Also the fact that this is legit the only faerie in this 66 card deck playing an instrument so what are the odds. She appreciates someone who pays attention to the subtle expressions of feelings and ideas and can see into her soul basically. It’s communication without words and that makes music that can heal your sorrows and pains. Someone that listens to not just surface level words but to the deeper meaning that can only be heard with your heart. Seductive, someone who looks serious but is actually mischievous and fun.

He encourages you to unfold your wings and fly, do the things you’re afraid to do, stop being silent and speak up, have a youthful spirit and do the thing you’ve been putting off for so long. He has a lust for life, adventure, an excellent storyteller and writing skills and a huge imagination. He has the power to inspire action with just his words. He sees things as they really are and sees beauty in all things even in the darkness and difficulty of life. He doesn’t take life so seriously though he knows how to laugh at himself and knows how silly it is to be sad over hardships in life. He doesn’t care for society’s expectations he’s a free spirit. But at the same time he slows down and knows how to enjoy the journey and not rush by the seat of his pants. He’s someone that’ll stand the test of time and be by her side through thick and thin.

What is her love language? Myk the myomancer 42, the oak men 47, 10 of wands

Idk if this really fits into any of the “official”love languages but her love language is someone seeing the small details, seeing meaning in the little things. So maybe little gifts even that don’t have to be huge but just shows that you’ve paid attention to what she likes as long as it has meaning and is well thought out. When you can’t see the finish line and it looks like it’s impossible to keep going that person is there to have your back. Also someone that sees her for who she truly is in her heart and can look past the superficial hard exterior cause I’m pretty sure it’s just a defense mechanism mixed with the environment she grew up and past relationships and she’s not actually the Antichrist contrary to how negative this reading may seem.

Probably typos but whateves

[sylvie-writes]

Jersey #18

pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (ft. Bucky, Sam, Nat, and Wanda) 

request: I know your requests are closed but I had an idea for a Steve Rogers au where he is in high school and his best friends bucky and Sam are trying to set him up with their girlfriends friend? It would be post serum Steve but like he never had the serum (like puberty was just very kind to him, not that he isn’t everything and more without the serum, just wouldn’t make sense for him to be a football star as pre serum Steve ya know?) and reader is a cheerleader but is also shy. Anywho the day of the homecoming game cheerleaders have to wear a football boys jersey and Nat wears Buckys because they’re obvi in love, Wanda wears Sams, and reader wears Steve’s and when they win the game she runs onto the field and hugs Steve and tells him she’s proud of him and they go to the dance together and they end up dancing to the song Rumor by Lee Brice? And end up admitting they have feeling for each other? ❤️❤️😭 if you could make this happen I would be ECSTATIC

a/n: Thank you for being patient with me. It took me longer to write this because I wanted it to be good. I’m trying to get my shit together at the moment lol. Hopefully you enjoy this because I loved the idea! 

*I chose the number eighteen because Steve was born 1918 and I didn’t know of any other numbers that corresponded with him haha!

A weight had been lifted off your shoulders once the bell rang, freeing you and your classmates from your last bell class. All week long you had tried to rush the hours, longingly waiting for Friday to arrive as that was the day of the homecoming game. The minute the school bell rang, you threw your backpack on one shoulder, practically running out with your textbooks in hand.

As you lightly jogged down the hallway, you could spot Natasha’s cerise locks of hair vividly flying around as she animatedly spoke with Wanda, the two of them most likely awaiting your presence.

The walk from your last class to the lockers was like trekking from Timbuktu and back. Eventually, the familiar tone of Wanda sassing Natasha filled your ears and you giggled, hearing her tell the redhead as it is.

“Now now, ladies.”

You slowly twisted your dial lock, putting in the combination and then opening the creaky metal door to set down your textbooks. Nat leaned up against the locked to your right, Wanda to your left.

“For once, we weren’t actually arguing, (y/n/n)! We were talking about the homecoming game.”

Turning from your locker to face the woman, you raised an eyebrow at her, “Oh really?”

“Yeah, we were thinking about wearing the boys’ jerseys for tonight’s game.”

You smiled, happy for them both, not fully understanding their words. Continuing to listen, you faced your locker once more, going to round up the things for this weekend. In your hand, you held your planner, looking over all of the upcoming assignments and strategically picking which ones to accomplish this weekend.

A sound of feet shuffling sounded louder and louder in the hallway, getting closer to you and the girls. You heard the sounds stop, and a voice replaced the noise.

“Hey babydoll, we got the things you asked for.”

Curious, you turned to your right to see Bucky with his arms wrapped around Natasha’s waist as his lips were glued to behind her ear. Your friend tried to function somewhat normally as her boyfriend continued to shower her in affection.

“This is for you.”

Turning once more, you now saw Sam handing Wanda a jersey as she sheepishly smiled, listening to the man drop some cheesy pick up lines. You looked to your left and right, smiling at your friends' happiness. Suddenly you felt a hand caressing your shoulder, causing you to turn towards the one direction you hadn’t. Behind.

The tall and sweet blonde man you had dreamed about since middle school kindly smiled at you, a jersey in his large hands. Your eyes went wide as you realized the girls had managed to rope you into this too.

“Hi to you too, (y/n).”

Steve chuckled and you then registered that he must’ve seen your startled expression. Feeling a bit awkward, you laughed with the man, shaking off the embarrassment.

“Hi Steve, is that for me I assume?”

The tables had now turned and Steve had been staring at you for a few seconds so far, a bright smile on his face, words struggling to leave his mouth. You giggled at his sweet little mistake.

“Oh! Uh yes!”

His face shuffled through three shades of vermilion, his cheeks most likely toasty as his blushed ears said so. Steve’s lips contorted into that million dollar smile, pearly whites twinkling at you. Unfolding the jersey, Steve brought the shoulders of the jersey to your own, letting the shirt drape over your chest. “Looks great, babe!”

You bit your bottom lip at his playfulness, lightly slapping his chest.

“Oh hush, Rogers.”

The two of you were in your own little world, as your friends watched upon your interaction, unbeknownst to you both.

“I hate to break this up, but we have to get to practice, punk. Gotta be in tip top shape, ya know?”

Bucky quickly kissed Nat goodbye, Sam doing the same with Wanda, leaving you and Steve to awkwardly wave at each other. Once the boys had left, your two best friends hounded you like detectives, not allowing you to leave until you answered each and every question. It was no secret that you harbored feelings for Steve, and vice versa, yet both of you were too petrified to make the first move. Honestly, you felt somewhat insecure, as the girls who wanted to date Steve made up a queue line longer than the Great Wall of China. There were so many options, and he chose you? Apparently it made sense to everyone else except for yourself.

‘Lovey-dovey’ feelings aside, Steve was a great guy, who you considered one of your close friends. Since middle school, you had known Nat, Wanda, Bucky, Sam, and Steve. You six had always been close, and sports brought you all even closer. First, Bucky and Nat got together, then Sam and Wanda, now the four have spent the past year trying to set you and Steve up, which you do kind of enjoy, but of course you don’t let them know that.

When you had finally satiated Wanda and Nat’s dying need to know every detail of your five minute interaction with Steve, you three went to go find the rest of the team and work on some cheers. Time ticked on and soon four hours became three...two...one.

With an hour until the game began, Natasha, who was cheer captain, frantically ran around, checking up on the team members as you all added finishing touches to your makeup and hair. You sat in front of the vanity, carefully watching Nat getting chastised by Wanda. Her hands hastily flew as she talked, probably scolding Natasha for worrying about everyone else and not even being ready herself. Time was ticking away, so you and Wanda helped the woman get ready. When finished the three of you looked into the mirror to see your reflections smiling back, large jerseys half-tucked into your cheer skorts.

Needless to say, the first three quarters of the game were intense leaving not only you, but the audience on edge. A few offenses left you grimacing, but the boys picked themselves up and kept going. For a majority of the game, you and the girls stayed on the sidelines, expertly performing cheers that were prepared by Natasha. At halftime, you all came onto the field and executed more advanced tricks and such.

Now here you all were, last quarter of the game. So far, your school only needed one more winning play to win the game and keep the team’s winning streak. You gripped your pom poms tightly as you watched Steve briskly run down the field, football tucked in his arm, making your heart race increase a bit. It was then that you realized that you have really cared for Steve as you were constantly worrying about him out on the field.

Too busy daydreaming, you hadn’t even noticed that the game had ended until the crowd started cheering. Immediately, you saw the guys standing in the field waving at the sea of screaming people who excitedly waved their foam fingers and signs. Football was a huge thing in your town, especially with your high school having been the reigning champs.

You looked to your side to notice Natasha and Wanda missing and now running towards the guys. With confidence, you dropped your pom poms and ran towards them all. Steve caught sight of you and with a bright smile, held out his arms. Catching your figure, he laughed and spun you around.

Steve set you down, but not letting go and still in fact holding you close to him. He continued to smile down on you while you gazed up at him.

“Congratulations, Cap.”

You teasingly called the man by his nickname, gently running your fingers through his sweaty helmet hair as a few strands had fallen forward.

Cheeky grin, the man replied, “Well thank you. Couldn’t have done it without you and your girls.”

You gave the man a tight hug and he chuckled.

“Hey, I was thinking that maybe if you were free, would you like to go with me to homecoming dance tomorrow?”

He looked ready to apologize for what he thought was being forward when you happily smiled at him.

“I’d be honored. See you at seven, Steve Rogers.” Giving the man a quick kiss on the cheek, you ran back across the field with the girls who were leaving.

Exactly seven o’clock on the dot you heard a loud knock on the front door. Running down the stairs, sparkly stiletto heels in hand. Last night when you had told Nat and Wanda that Steve asked you to homecoming, they practically threw you into the car and drove to the mall as if all of the dresses might disappear overnight. The three of you decided on a red high low dress, one of Steve’s favorite colors which you had learned from Bucky. Next, Wanda picked out said stilettos and you were ready for homecoming dance. That night you were so excited that you could barely sleep, and now the time had finally come.

Containing your excited squeals, you threw open the door to see Steve with his jaw dropped as he shamelessly eyed you over.

“(y/n), you look absolutely stunning. Not that you don’t always but-”

Before the man could stumble over his words anymore, you placed a soft finger against his lips, shushing him. Steve hurriedly nodded and mumbled out a “yes ma'am,” then holding out an arm for you to link onto.

Time passed quicker than before as you and Steve talked a mile a minute in the car. Before you knew it, you and Steve had arrived at the venue and you could already see Nat and Bucky along with Wanda and Sam as they all looked absolutely picture perfect.

Once Steve helped you out of the car, he again offered an arm that you gladly took. Snuggling into his side a bit, you felt so comfortable with Steve and it was honestly the best feeling in the world.

The six of you spent some time tasting the fancy horderves and of course used the photo props provided. It was something that would make an amazing memory for the future.

Eventually, the lights started to go dim and some soft notes came through the speakers. Nat and Bucky had already left for the dance floor with Sam and Wanda trailing behind.

Steve jokingly wiggled his raised eyebrow, holding a hand out for you. “Madam?”

Placing your much smaller hand in his, the man pulled you close and onto the dance floor.

There's a rumor going 'round, ha, about me and you Stirring up our little town the last week or two Oh, tell me why we even trying to deny this feeling I feel it and you feel it too

Steve’s hand supported your lower back as you wrapped your arms around his neck, relishing in this first dance with the man. You laid your head on his shoulder, and with a smile and closed eyes, followed his slow swaying.

The song continued to echo in the room and it neared to an end quicker than you had imagined.

There's a rumor going 'round, and 'round, and 'round What d'you say we make it Make it true What d'you say we make it true, yeah?

Just as the song came to the final verse, you lifted your head from Steve’s chest. He placed a delicate kiss on the top of your head prompting you to look up at him. With your eyes, the two of you silently asked for permission from the other. Slowly, you leaned into Steve’s lips as he pushed back gently. Both you and Steve were in your own little blissful world, ignoring your friends’ whistling and clapping. You heard a bit of their commotion and giggled against Steve’s lips. His lips turned into a smile and the two of you kissed once more, this time smiling like lovesick idiots.

10 years later

You were sitting on the arm of the sofa, Steve’s broad arm safely wrapped around your waist. Looking across, you smiled while listening to Sam and Wanda tell their own rendition of homecoming night. As they finished, you looked down to the floor where Nat and Bucky were sitting, then disputing your other friends’ version and telling their own. Steve chuckled and waved a hand, “You guys did not set (y/n) and I up,” your husband rolled his eyes in faux annoyance.

Steve then looked up to you and tenderly squeezed your side, “We did that all on our own. Right, honey?”

You nodded and placed a peck on his lips. Suddenly a high pitched squeal sounded and you looked back down to the floor seeing your daughter pointing to the picture of you and Steve kissing on the dance floor.

Tonight was the anniversary of your homecoming and you and Steve thought it would be fun to have your friends over to remember the night. Over the years, Nat and Bucky, and Wanda and Sam have stayed in touch, and quite frankly, they have become your family. Your daughter was currently flipping through the album from your homecoming night. Peering over her shoulder were two kids, Wanda and Sam’s son, and Bucky and Nat’s daughter. The three of them giggled and babbled amongst themselves. Bucky scooted closer to the kids, telling them about each picture they pointed to. You blissfully sighed, a small smile on your lips as you looked over your family. Steve noticed your loving gaze and ran his thumb along your side.

“We did it, babe.”

Taking his face in your hand, you kissed his forehead.

“We really did.”

a/n: I apologize for any mistakes, I may have been too lazy to proofread heh heh...

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I'll spare you the horror of having to answer twelve whole questions (for now) and hit you with six instead.

Nald’thal, the Traders

28. How materialistic is your character?

29. Is your character frugal or do they tend to be extravagant?

30. Is there something they’d trade anything for? If so, what?

Nophica, the Matron

31. How connected is your character to nature?

32. Does your character hold any respect for those who work the land?

33. Does your character respect nature, or would they stomp on it if it meant their benefit?

28. How materialistic is your character?

Somewhat. It's an outsider vice, for sure, but one Rafi has had over sixty years with which to come to grips. By force of career and hobbies, he's well-acquainted with the value that Eorzeans place on things--on trade, business, objects of luxury, rarity, and related puissance. And he understands. Rafi likes pretty gems and shiny stones, and relishes turning them into even prettier works of art. He's not immune to vanity: he wears finery almost as often as he makes it. But can he forego it? Probably, though he'd struggle with it--almost as much as he struggles with the lingering insecurity of living a much more materialistic life than he used to.

29. Is your character frugal or do they tend to be extravagant?

I think he falls somewhere in the middle. Rudi has definitely had more ascetic spans in his life than Rafi has, and Refr lives the very definition of extravagance, so it tracks that he'd do his best to find a (lol) 'balance' between the two. Rafi's frugality tends to deflect inward to himself, while his extravagance spreads outwards to others. He will pay the tab at meals with friends, or overdo it on your nameday and make sure you go home laden with gifts. But he'll sew up the seams on that red cashmere vest until it simply can't be mended anymore, and he's still using the same scratched-up standard-issue Radiant chakram pair he received ten summers ago. Sure, he needs an upgrade, but whelks are on sale at the Sapphire Exchange, and Lofn liked them. That's where the gil is going this sennight.

30. Is there something they’d trade anything for? If so, what?

Preservation for his brothers. Yes, but he's very wary of bargains, and would demand to see, review, and haggle the contract.

31. How connected is your character to nature?

Tying in to the answer of #28--Rafi lives with a lingering dread that he is losing that connection a little at a time, summer after summer, and that he must work harder if he wants to retain some thin personal thread to the Wood the woods.

32. Does your character hold any respect for those who work the land?

Man, I love this question, because I think when the triplets were first exiled he witnessed outsider farming and agriculture and felt ... a lot. Conflicted, awed, thrilled, terrified: Here were people shaping the land and growing unbelievable amounts of sustenance--the kind that could have fed five villages of Eryut for two, three summers at a time--and with minimal sacrifice or concern for infringement against the Word. There was surplus; there was the possibility of plenty. And it was safe: no Serpent to gobble you up if you ran a noisy plow, or spirits to curse your spine if you planted too close to a laying or a shedding ground. But then come the realities of arable farming. Hard and often destructive work, bad pay (he would have really struggled with this, elements of serfdom, and any other examples of Eorzean labor exploitation), and the consequences of failure: the Eryuts understood famine, blight, and ruin. Rafi almost certainly felt tremendous empathy when considering what an ergot spread could do to a big farm versus a little Golmore grow-grove.

So, tl;dr--I think he does hold respect for them, perhaps even a little (perhaps misplaced) envy at times. He would love to find some harmony of working with nature rather than beneath it--or, Faram forbid, against.

33. Does your character respect nature, or would they stomp on it if it meant their benefit?

Tying into the last question: he respects it, mostly because he still fears it. The Wood may be sixty years in his rearview mirror, but he cannot escape it; the further he runs, the more he perceives its absence, and the closer he turns back to it the more he understands how terrible it truly was.