#you can take the boy out of the church but cant take the church out of the boy ig

[ethereal555]

FUCK BOY PT.1

player!jude x stonerblackfem!reader

You laugh, not quite believing your ears, “What?'

'Please don't make me say it again. Honestly baby, I'll never forgive myself'.

You fixate on him. The man you loved, gave your body to and had the lowest of lows with has done the one thing he promised never to do.

He betrayed you.

You get off of the couch, as if it’d become hot lava. You feel your blood vigorously pumping through your veins, heating up your cheeks and ears. Like church bells had just gone off, your ears were ringing.

“Get out my flat - now” you forced out shakily, you felt as if your throat was closing in. Your chest raising rapidly.

He blinks, as if I was speaking a foregin language.

'No, sit down' he pleads reaching for my hand. You swat his hand off of you, taking a huge step away from him.

“Jude please, I don’t want you to touch me. How dare you think you can even come into my home right after disrepecting me? Do you think I'm a joke?” you pant

'I'm not going to even ask you why you did it? She's clearly who you wanted all along. The world's right; you only got with a black girl to make your Mum feel better. I swear I should have listenied when they called you a man!fucking!whore”.

'I've wasted my time with you, time I'll never get back'! I realise in hysterics. You feel like someone has hit a wong in your ear, its an intense feeling you feel in your head. You cover your ears to silence your thoughts that were going off on autopilot.

You pace around going on a tangent, finding all the offesive words in the dictiionary to throw at him. You search to find any small inanimate objects to throw at him, a way to inflict the hurt you felt emotionally onto him.

'Yeah, Yeah,ok' he bitterly chuckled trying to play off as unfazed, as if all the lethal words you spat had fallen upon deaf ears. His jaw was tense, it was taking everything for him not to shut you up himself, but he knew how genuinely wrong he was in this situation and how much he deserved the names so he decided against taking any action. This time.

You scower the kitchen trying to find any items that were bought for you by him. You take the Gucci scarf off of your kitchen highchair, lobbing it at him. He sat there, with the nerve to have a scowl of his face 'Take it' you yelled as you threw the cloth. 'I don't want anything of yours, you're disgusting'.

It landed on his face, and he, in an act of self -discipline didn't react, folded it up placing next to him on your couch, licking his lips. I must admit it must've taken a lot for him to not retaliate, the Jude last year was another story.

'This too’', you removed the burgundy coloured Van Cleef bracelet he had gifted you for your birthday back in May, aiming it for his face. The athletic boy, with instincts like a cat, caught this too, placing it untop of the scarf next to him. His left leg was shaking with irritation. A scowl on his face. His teeth tucked into his plump bottom lip as he sat back cross armed on the couch, pissed.

“You're not fucking intimidating me, not in my own house. Good try. GET the fuck OUT JUDE!”

I was seeing red, because he wasn't listening to me. My nose and eyes running like a water fountain. I looked a hot mess. I wipe my face with the back of my hands. Embarrassed.

To my advantage, I find my tedbaker slippers on the floor near the door. I laugh at myself picking it up with full intention to throw it -

He stand ups “Don’t you fucking dare, I swear to God Tiana act like you have some fucking sense”.

'I will do whatever the fuck I want to you. You’re not welcome here anymore, I dont want you in my house anymore. Listen to me Jude, for once... leave' I cry, shaking. “I’ve told you to leave and you’re still here”

“I can’t, I can't leave you. Why dont you listen to me for once, just once, I can explain” he fought shouting over her cries.

'Why dont you understand' i hiccup, 'i cant, i physically cant sit here, whilst you, a fucking vile the vilest man ive ever met, wants to speak, to me and justify him sleeping with someone he's lied to me about for 8 FUCKING MONTHS'

' A bitch that racially abused me, and you fucking too? You are not worth anymore of my time. Like, really Jude? Are you that fucking desperate for pussy? Are you that desperate to hurt me? For fucks sake, if you really needed to fuck someone, at least fuck someone that resemebles the woman you claim to love 'more than football' she looks nothing like me Jude' you drag..

'It didn't happen rec-' he started

You felt the waterworks again but you didnt want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. It was the fact he wasn't understanding that him explaining the details was causing you to have to envision him with another woman. Having had enough of this row, you turn around immediately going to your cabinet to get your pre rolled blunt.

'I wasn't in the right mind, I have no excuse, it was a genuine mistake. Baby, please..' he argued.

You turn on your stove, shoving your blunt into it, to light it. You sit on your counter once it finally draws and you inhale deeply, making sure to cough so it hit you harder, Cali. You weren’t in the right mental headspace to deal with this sober.

“You hear me Ti?” he begged

It was like pathetic fallacy, a dark day for you emotionally and the only things illuminating the house were the many Central London streetlights outside your grand glass windows as well as your purple led's shining from your room upstairs.

'You can check my phone, my social media DM’s, theres not one trace of a woman Tianna, because I've decided all I need you. You don't understand I cant do it without you- this thing called life, no. Hell i cant even go a day without thinking about you and the life we could have’ he confesses clapsing at his heart.

Then there's a deafening silence.

You transfix on him fresh tears still imprinted on your cheeks, as you inhale, one toke after another after another. You both hold each other’s eye contact for a split second, before you withdraw focusing on your blunt.

The boy you loved most in the world, now turned traitor, sat across from you looking helpless. The only things that can be heard in the flat were both your infrequent sniffles, your sharp inhales and distant modes of transport outside.

Emptiness.

He rubs his eyes, typical, always seeming to cry when you cried, excusing it as something he couldnt help because he loved you so much. Well if only he thought of that before he decided to fuck the bimbo.

You snigger, you’re eyes low, the weed has you feeling like you’re floating.

“Jayy” You drag, your head and body feeling extremely light

“Yeah, yes” he answers quick, attentive

“You know, it’s a true shame, for Denise. I just wonder, like, if only she knew what an absolute bitch she would have raised before having you, would she have had an a-' you giggle

' Don't finish that sentence or we'll have a problem' he growls shooting up, charging towards me.

'Get up off the counter now, Tiana. Have you lost your fucking mind?' he spat. His natural doe - shaped eyes enlarged with anger, this dark brows furrowed.

You look at him, your giggles disentergrating into the air just like your weed smoke, daring him to do what he's been doing indirecting for the past 8 months.

'Fucking dare do what, what are you going to do about it? Hm, Jude? I’m going to continue to make you feel like shit until you leave because I’ve asked you to LEAVE MY HOUSE and you're still here, so take the insult”. You take another puff of your blunt, feeling the anger rising again.

Granted, the blunt was probably making you say things you shouldn't, he deserved it.

“I could’ve hurt you, so so badly” he lets out his jaw clenched.

'I beg your pardon?, you fucking idiot what do you think I'm -“

'Shut up and let me talk, i could have kept it silent and have the whole world find out at the same time as you, but i didnt. i've flown here on Chrismas to tell you. To be here I’ve sacrificed spending time with my brother and my parents. I've literally put your feelings and wellbeing first before my families,before mine but you're too bloody dense to be objective and see things from another person's perspective'.

You drop your blunt on the counter, hopping off of it. At the same time, not caring if you blew the rest out in his face, although you knew he hated the smell.

'I don’t give a fuck about how it all unravels, or who's feeling you are putting first over others. You got your self here in the first place, you wouldnt be in this predicament if you had some sense about you; and stayed loyal to what we have built. And shit, even if you genuinely needed to fuck a girl, do better next time and fuck a woman who wont go round running your business, dumb boy. But you're too thick and pussy hungry to realise that' she seethed pushing at his chest with every last world.

'Jude, we are sooooooo done' you ridicule 'i cant actually emphasise it enough'

'We're not, technically can't be. Tiana, we havent been together since March, which is another reason I dont know why you're so angry'

You sneer, clenching your fists as your sides. Your nostrils flared, you decided against screaming or shouting; you didn't have the energy. So using up all the mature strength you could muster, you leave to go to your room. Genuine rage and shock slapped onto your facial features. You barge past him walking at high speed until he grips your wrist pulling you back to stand infront of him.

'Don't walk away from me when I''m speaking to you.' you snatch out of his harsh grasp.

You push at his chest, 'I've told you stop touching me, Jude. I'm walking away because this conversation can't be had with a 2 year old.'

'And who's the two year old?, I havent been the one throwing a fucking tantrum this whole time and gettting high thinking it’s cool, whilst an adult has been trying to have a mature conversation with you! He spits.

'A tantrum ? I have everyright to be fuming. You’re so lucky I'm high right now you should thank God because, if I was sober you know exactly what would happen' you threaten.

'Yeah I do know, because that’s the type of person you are. You’re so quick to dehumanise people',

“And rightfully so for you at least.. so... where do we go from here? Nowhere, bye. Shut the door after you'.

You push yourself off of the kitchen counter, that you were reluctantly leaning on.

'Stop fucking walking away from me. Tiana. We’re not finished. Act your fucking age', he exclaimed trapping you between himself and the counter, leaving no room for you too escape. Both his arms, decorated in bulging green veins, clenched either side of you.

He gets in my face as if you make it clear to me ‘I’m going to ask you again ok.. Why are you so fucking angry?'

'BECAUSE YOU'RE STILL FUCKING ME JUDE ME !!! WHAT DONT YOU UNDERSTAND!! you rage in this face.

You feel you're eyes watering again so you break out from his constraint and turn around to go a relight your blunt before taking another 3 tokes.

“What type of question is that-have you no emotional intelligence or sympathy?” you exhale

'Because you fly me out to Madrid to fuck and hang out. You choose to spend time with me when instead you could be with your family or friends. You come over here during you're off season to fuck me, kiss me, cuddle me, give me presents, bags and jewellery. You eat my ass, we've been fucking on my period for Gods sake - all these things have happened whilst we've been broken up. so dont - please dont try to play it like we're just sneaky links, sneaky links dont have history , sneaky links are not ex's'

'For Jobe’s birthday you flew me out, for Mark’s and Denise’s birthday you flew me out to celebrate with you and them. When you went to go check on your grandma I was there, all of this happened when we were broken up. Doesn’t this sound particularly “together” to you ?

'I explicitly rememeber telling you that if this was truly over than the fucking, and seeing each others family and all that had to stop, and then what did you do, you came to London the very next month and stayed 3 nights.'

'So excuse me for feeling cheated on, Jude’ you pant, out of breathe, you take some tissue roll from your counter top, wiping your eyes. Saying all of this makes you feel dumb, and taken advantage off.

He only looks at you, with regret, sympathy. Stillness befriended him. He turns around going to sit down.

“I wish you and Laura the best in the future.”

Jude sits down on your black fur rug, playing with his fingers, something he never did unless we was uncomfortable. His plump lips parted looking at the ground.

He clears his throat, his eyes glazed over. His tone was soft, you'd given a different persepctive he was to blind to have seen

'Love, I've tried to explain to you that there was no emotional connection there with Laura, she was something easy, she was something i used, as horrible as it sounds, to distract myself from the fact that i felt like i might lose you, the love of my life. But now that, well, we were back on track I feel the need to tell you because i don’t want anything in the way of our relationship progression. I - can assure all the while we have been sleeping with other, i swear i havent so much as touched another girl, this happened in early April before we started messing around again. When you gave me the expression it was really done. I needed to tell you about it today, because she’s been threatening to tell people and news outlets. And if she did that-“ he paused swallowing the lump in his throat.

'It would kill me Ti, you have to believe me, i don’t want to do this thing called life without, i'd rather die' he swears.

You stand there watching him, your blunt was now finished and to be honest you were so high, not even his most compassionate love poem would sober you up.

You start to clap, obnoxiously 'Weooooo, and the Oscar goes to Jude Belligoallll, wooooo', you fall into a fit of laughter.

He wasn’t amused. Not one bit. He looks directly at you, his widened eyes connecting with your red hazy ones.

You walk over to sit down infront of him on the floor. He listens attentively.

'Ok that was mean, sorry' you giggle

'Jude you can't hurt me and then apologize expecting everything to be better again, we need to - ' you hesistate trying to find the right words.

'To, level the score, surely. You play football baby, you know how it goes. We need to draw, right now its 1-0 to you. When I score, then its over right because then it'll be 1-1', you advise.

'Between me and you' I lean in closer, he stares following my lips.

'I like the look of Levi', you draw back, you lick your lips. The cotton mouth getting to you.

'I need water Jude, and you look like you've just seen a ghost. So I'll make that two waters, since you're not going to leave anytime soon right?'.

He snickers,a frown on his face when he grabs my jaw, tight.

'You're not going to do such a thing, not to me'

'So what? you can do it but I can't, boy please' you tut trying to leave from his grip.

'Sleep with him or any man for that matter and I swear I'll make you miserable' he swears

Your mouth drops, the audacity you think mentally

'Jude you're insane, clinically -'

' I mean just think of all the friends you've lost, because they were trying to fuck me, all those friends you've had to cut off are at my beck and call you know that right'

'You wouldnt dare' you snatch out of his grip on your jaw. You felt dizzy moving your head too fast, and the cali was only intensifiying both feeling of heartbreak and dizziness.

'I actually hate you Jude, oh my God, why would you say that?" you softly cried. It was such as slap in your face, espeically because those women he was mentioning were childhood bestfriends that it had taken you ages to get over, still to this day.

You stumble up, stomping into your room, slamming the door shut.

'What, are your feelings hurt baby?" he shouts after me, mockingly. His voice following me up the stairs.

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part 2 may have smut

this was requested, a toxic jude. this page is for my girls that have been through many toxic relationships. im here to heal you LMAOO

[eli-writes-sometimes]

UGHHH ive just reached a point in planning something where i have to choose who i want the protagonist to run into and its really annoying me

on one hand theres the canon character who i originally imagined it to be, who has a tragic backstory so a bunch of potential for reveals and stuff. the only drawback is that i cant stop feeling embarrassed even though NO ONES GONNA READ IT

and then i could take the easy way out and just make a new character with a smimilar concept but none of the backstory just to stop me from feeling embarrassed about putting a charaacter that already exists into a universe that they exist in

[chocobijou]

I always had weird cult-y vibes about the Jonas Brothers. It's so weird that their wives are talented, successful, and career-driven women and since marrying a Jonas they've been delegated to like... housewives.

Nothing wrong with being a housewife, but why have the Jonas Brothers been booked and busy, and their wives never go anywhere or do anything publicly without their husbands?

[rafeysangelbaby]

introducing, bambi!reader....

trigger warnings!!: religious trauma, parent death, stalking, dark!rafe, alcohol abuse, daddy issues, rafes coked up so he justifies his crazy with protecting you, just an overall sense of impending doom from reader...

also thank you to @starkeysprincess @nemesyaaa and @sematarygirls for helping me with motivation and ideas!!! 🫶

God loves you, but not enough to save you

bambi was born scared...scared of 'the eyes', scared of her parents, scared of her pastor, scared of the Lords looming presence, haunting her wherever she goes.

What was meant to be a source of comfort and salvation, and she supposed, at some point, it had been, now had turned into something evil. something that lurked in the back of her mind, following her wherever she went. she could not escape, she could not leave, she was trapped, with the only option being to drown.

she was obedient, she went to church, she obeyed her mom, or at least she had when her mom was still alive. now it was just her and her father, the quiet, and the presence.

she supposed things had been better when momma was around, easier, safer, she missed the warmth her mom brought into the house. she missed when her mother would accompany her to church, lecturing her about staying away from boys, staying pure, not throwing her life away like she had. she listened, she always listened to her, clinging onto every word like it was the last time she'd ever hear her speak. It payed off, bambi remembered everything momma said to her, every word spoken, every whisper of 'go to your room, go to sleep' when her father had come home drunk, disturbing what had been a peaceful night huddled up on the couch.

she knew her mother loved her, even though most of the time she failed to show it...bambi knew.

Her days are spent keeping herself busy, she attends ballet nearly every day, only missing Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. Wednesdays are spent at piano and bible study, ending her day with the evening sermon. she stays after to help clean up, its one of the only places she feels like she can breathe. the lords presence looms, but shes not scared of it here, its not watching, waiting for her to lose her way. she sits on her knees at the alter, tears streaming down her face as she begs for salvation and forgiveness for crimes she didnt commit, her whole body trembling with fear as she stares up at the massive crucifix at the top of the stage.

unbeknownst to her, rafe lingers in the back corner of the church, watching with a sadistic smirk on his face. he could never get enough of her pretty face, especially when she was on her knees. he cant help but take a few pictures to add to his collection, fueling his obsession and desire. she maintains a strict routine, and he follows her for every bit, making sure she gets home safely. she was his, he couldnt have anyone looking at her too long, knowing she felt their predatory gazes burning her skin. he protects her, keeps her safe.

everything he does is for her, and when he was finally ready to show her, he knew she'd be grateful.

authors note: ahhh omg ive been kinda working on this for a while and im actually so so nervous to get it out

i really hope you guys like her!!

tags: @nemesyaaa @chrisfortheblackgirls @gibson-g1rl

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Hello! I really love your works sm, can i request a sfw or nsfw head cannons of the angels from WHB? Thank you!!

I’m so glad you liked them!! So I’m tryna write the angels as best I can Gabriel is the only one I’ve met outside of a event, I’ve seen the other two in the Halloween event! I like em but ngl they have…unique kinks I needed to google hifth

I hope you enjoy!!

Over all cw: blaspheme (I think?? ((Angels worshiping you)), death (not main characters), abuse of power

Sfw/nsft hcs on Angels!

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Gabriel

Cw: inappropriate boners,

He basically a guard dog standing over your shoulder 24/7 to keep you safe, he calls you his ‘Lord/Lady/Highness’ and has an army of angels who think the same of you

He’s not very affectionate but if you just say ‘hold me/my hand’ or ���kiss me’ he’d do it in a heart beat. As his God he only wants you pleased

He’s a terrible cook and somehow steals food and is terrifying good at getting away with it (it must be an angel thing??) he dosent even lie saying he made it, he’s just vague where it came from (only once have you caught him in the act and you made him apologize, but the person gave him the food regardless)

He dust a lot in your home and you cant help but notice the ‘home made’ duster he ‘found’ has feathers matching his wings…

Nsft

Canon Kink: Hierophilia; deriving sexual pleasure from religion, religious places and objects as well as find the act itself religious

He enjoys watching you participate in religious activities…maybe too much. He also finds pleasure in treating you as his god.

You jokingly thought of making him go to church, only for him to jump at the chance. He lowkey regretted it when you didn’t touch him, and made him stay squirming in his seat instead of helping him get off. He for whatever reason thought you’d let him jerk off or would touch him yourself as you were holy, nothing you did was wrong but…touching himself in this place is

You’ve actually caught him touching himself to you praying before, he got bashful upon getting caught but you swear you’ve heard him doing it after that, you just don’t catch him in the act (though you’ve caught him awkwardly standing by and adjusting himself)

He’s got a adorablely small and sensitive cock and he genuinely doesn’t need it touched to cum, roll it between your fingers for a few minutes and he’s trembling as he spills out all his cum

Michael

Cw: murder, inappropriate boners

He’s strict with everyone around you, but not you, in his eyes you are the law since he serves only you, you cant do wrong

He’s terrible if you have guest, he demands they now to you and though he’ll settle if you tell him to, he watches them like a hawk and makes sure nothing gets out of hand

You see that leash? If you get mad and pull on it, he will calm down and you have his full attention, give it another tug downwards, and he’ll drop to his knees in front of you, and anyone else in the room

He likes brushing and styling your hair, he’ll try to help you bathe, insisting you don’t need to lift a finger, he will take care of everything, just relax

Nsft

Canon Kink: Erotophonophilia; ‘Muder kink’, deriving sexual gratification from killing or watching someone get killed (BOY IS THIS A HARD KINK TO CASUALLY WORK WOTH)

If push comes to shove he has a habit of killing people who harass you too much/threaten you, but he gets…really excited afterwards and is pressing his thighs together to hide his erection, especially if you’re clearly not in the mood

You’ve seen him get in fights while still aroused from the last kill an honestly, when in public you sometimes just force a chastity cage on him to discourage him acting out

Though he believes self pleasure, or just the act in general is…sinful, he will do anything for you with no qualms, he only feels good when you touch him anyway

He suffered from wet dreams whenever you’re around him or he has objects with your scent

When he want to fool around desperately he will walk right up to you, kneel and beg you to touch his neither regions, stroking, slapping, pinching, doesn’t matter as long as you touch him

Raphael

Cw: messy kitchens, messy person, furniture abuse,

He’s messy and kinda gets annoying at times since he discovered how much fun it is to smash condiment packages

He’s good about cleaning, and he even cooks to make up for the mess…but he’s a sloppy cook too but at least it’s not intentional this time

He doesn’t understand that the furniture isn’t trying to hurt you and doesn’t need to be punished. He’s broken threee tables, one bed post and five chairs since he’s moved to being your ‘Guardian Angel’, all for tripping you or you stubbed your toe on them

He’s not affectionate but he’s not distant, he just follows your lead, he stands close by and if you ask him to come over he flops in your lap and looks up at you like a puppy. He likes when you watch tv and let him lay across your lap, he falls asleep easily that way

Nsft

Canon Kink: Automysophilia; getting sexual gratification from defiling oneself, being dirty or defiled

He enjoys getting messy with cum, blood, dirt, just about anything. He will be blissed if you strip him and cover him in…well it’s up to you ;)

He has no qualms with jerking off in front of you if you don’t want to touch him while he’s too messy, but he wants you to be fully clothed while he’s sprawled out naked in front of you

He’s fucked slime before since it feels…weirdly good around his shaft, to the point he gets excited when he sees it around the house. You had to punish him for thinking he could ‘fool around’ with it then hide it away again

He’s got a very sensitive halo, while other angels get off to them being touched like a devils horns, he avoids it since it brings him to his knees in seconds

[bellewintersroe]

I DO HAVE A BOB REQ👀 it's heavy angst mixed with a comforting ending, but how would they react (whenever u want but in my faves are Liebgott and Roe) to them thinking their s/o (nurse maybe?) somehow died while saving someone or similar, but actually she managed to escape and run and she reconnects with the battalion a few days later? all battered and bruised but still alive EVEN BETTER IF SHE TAKES TO SAFETY THE PERSON SHE WAS HELPING because imagining them seeing their girl that they thought was dead coming back quite literally from hell alive is AGH💘

I LOVEEEE THIS!!! Thank you Anon I’m excited to write this <3 <3

Warning: mentions of death, grief, war, wounds, etc.

Easy Boys x EasyNurse! Reader - How They React To You Going MIA.

Gene Roe:

- Gene knew (thinks) you were in the church as soon as he watched the bomb explode.

- He kinda freezes and he literally feels his insides running cold and a sickness go through him.

- Can’t be real, I can’t express the level of trauma, pure horror and devastation he feels in that moment. It doesn’t end, the whole time he fully thinks you’re gone. It doesn’t help that the rest of the company are questioning him and going through their own grief for your loss.

- He wants to escape it as much as possible but he knows he can’t. He feels like a statue, completely glued to his foxhole, he runs on autopilot and Winters is about to send him off the line.

- I feel like Gene would have a pretty bad breakdown (understandable) when he’s by himself so he’s not showing the full affects of what he believes is your loss.

- doesn’t help he has absolutely NO answers. He plays the moment over and over again, torturing himself by picturing your last moments, imagining himself being just an hour earlier and getting you out of that church.

- Gene even wished he was with you when that damn bomb went off.

- 3 days pass and Gene’s sat in his foxhole, alone, staring at the enemy line. He’s near enough given up, no gloves, no blanket, he can’t eat, cant sleep.

- “Doc, Captain Winters needs you, pronto.”

- He literally feels like a zombie walking to where he’s needed. All he can think of is you, it’s painful, he can literally feel his chest yearning and breaking and his grief is too much.

- “Yeah we found her running around with the I-company boys, got a little lost, didn’t ya’ nurse?” A man’s words cause Gene’s ears to prick. He can’t see anything but a taller man facing Winters and Nixon with a smaller figure, blanket huddled over- you.

- Ugh- feels like his hearts about to explode. Literally freezes and thinks he’s going to be sick. His heart accelerates and when he hears your voice he quite literally feels faint. 

- “got caught up with a patient there!” You turn around, sending a presence and both of you feel the intense hit of shock to be confronted with one another again. “Excuse me a minute…”

- All of a sudden you’re limping towards Gene. Your forehead is covered with 2 butterfly plasters and you have a nasty bruise under your right eye. Gene thinks he’s seen a ghost.

- Probably hesitates for a moment before you pull him aside, away from where the other men can see. “Gene.” You’d soothe and he’d let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

- Crashes into you. Literally grips you so tightly, he feels like he can’t breathe, his eyes are teary and it’s not until you let out a small yelp that he pulls back.

- “It’s okay, it’s fine Gene, it’s just a bruise.” Hearing your voice sends him into a spiral and he’s even more careful now to pull you close.

- Holds a hand to the back of your head, practically cradles you with wide eyes.

- “I thought- I thought you was dead.” He admitted.

- “No, I got caught up with a patient. After the church got bombed I managed to pull a patient out, Billy from I company- got lost on their lines for a few days, they took me in.”

- Soon enough he’s stammering with quivering hands, checking over you, asking if you’re okay. Winters had called a medic after all.

- Can’t stop looking at you, questioning if it’s all a dream, you’d catch him pinching himself. “Don’t do that Gene, I’m right here.” With a small hand on his cheek he can breathe again.

- Holds your hands tightly, the most affection he can show you in front of all the superiors. He’s still extremely tense, in shock from the close call, but he promises to keep an extra close eye on you, and he keeps that promise.

- Kisses your cuts and bruises when nobody’s looking, probably runs his hand over his face in surprise quite a few times, but honestly he’s sooo fucking relieved, like he actually cried when he saw you.

- “I love you so much, ya can’t do that to me again, evuh’.” With his little accent and a serious tone, ugh he’s a sweetie pie.

Joseph Liebgott:

- It happens in Eindhoven out of all the places.

- One minute you’re both celebrating together, with the rest of the company and the whole town and the next you’re not stationed with the rest of the nurses?

- The town gets bombed and barraged by the Germans that evening and he’s watching in pure horror. Recounts of nurses being KIA during the bombing spread real fast, and he refuses to believe what Battalion HQ are telling him.

- He’s shaking his head real fucking fast, denying and denying to all of them and himself.

- Throws a fucking riot- until he has to practically run off to be alone, wrenching and shaking at the idea that have could’ve happened to you.

- His anger and violence stems out of control, Winters removes him off the line real fucking fast, like he becomes a runner or something just for a break.

- Fraternisation is banned under all conditions, but relationships and affairs still take place, even the most superior of officers know that. So sometimes eyes are averted and now is one of those times that people choose to do that and help Liebgott through his grief.

- But 2 days have passed and it’s so raw, everybody’s in shock and disbelief at your lack of presence, for Joe he’s bottling up a painfully bitter feeling and he’s ready to explode.

- He never thought it would happen to you, you’re a nurse for Christ sake! Genuinely has to pause sometimes to just stop- like he can’t take it. Becomes so close to being sent to the aid station until one today he’s attempting to run a letter back to Battallion HQ when he see’s the back of a young woman wrapped in a blazer, overalls looking very familiar to your own.

- His heart genuinely gets shooting pains and he has to swallow the urge to cry as he watches this woman who painfully resembles you. Her khaki headscarf is bloody and he watches as another officer (he assumed from Dog) guides you inside the building.

- In fact he’s about to look away, until this girls head tilt to the side. He only catches a brief glimpse of her profile, Joe has to squint real hard when he feels his stomach drop.

- His mind has to be playing tricks on him so he turns away as the nurse rushes to aid a man on a stretcher.

- Slams the jeep door, literally kicks a dint into it as he storms his way through town. He just wants to deliver these fucking letters as fast as possible.

- “No, no, he’s German. He helped me out of Eindhoven, you must take care of him!”

- Joe’s head snaps just as he’s shoving the letters into some poor guys arms. He freezes, head lifting at the sound of your voice.

- “What the fuck?” He mutters, stepping a little closer. His breathing and heart speeds when he hears your voice again.

- “Sister. Make sure he gets to the infirmary, please… thank you.”

- He’d recognise that voice from anywhere.

- Literally feels like he’s choking when he stomps over, lost for words and breath and grabs hold of your arm.

- With a gasp, you stand there, bloody and bruised and protecting some Kraut soldier.

- You’re about to protest again until you come face to face with Joe, and suddenly your voice gets hitched in your throat, a loud gasp escaping your lips.

- “Joe!” It’s you that jumps into hug him first.

- Joe grips you tightly, “what the hell are you- what the hell are you doin’ here? Baby- y/n, I thought you were dead.”

- He has to pull back and hold your face to take a look at you and make sure it’s actually you.

- You can feel him shaking, and suddenly your attention is just on Joe and Joe only. He’s practically smothering you, not sure where to put his hands as he lets out a shaky breath.

- “Holy fuck I thought I lost you. They said you were gone. I knew you wouldn’t, I knew you wouldn’t leave me.” He gets super emotional so you two have to take a break somewhere real quick.

- By that I mean in the aid station where you’re supposed to be being patched up but Joe does that for the medic.

- “God dammit you are so stupid, you idiot, I thought I lost you.”

- “The German officer saved me Joe, he pulled me outta the rubble.”

- “he what?! Did he touch you, are you ok?”

- “He’s a nice man, Joe. I wouldn’t be here without him. He’s hurt so I got a little lost taking him back to the infirmary.”

- “nice guy? Baby d’ya got a concussion?”

- you scold him a little and soon he’s back to stroking your face and pulling you onto his lap, taking in as much as you as he possibly can.

- “Never leave me baby. Never leave me like that again.”

[megumimania]

AOT LONDON BOY HCS PT 2

featuring: reiner, onyankopon, armin

a/n: this is part two of these hcs, part one is here! thanks for tuning in its kinda rushed my bad 😪, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

ARMIN

-armin would be from islington or finchley maybe even south, but I don’t see him living in like bougie areas such as kensington or chelsea or like richmond

- him and eren went to the same primary and secondary together

-armin was literally his get out of jail free card because of his stellar reputation in academics

-he always gets free stuff from the corner shop or the chicken and chip shop

-doesn’t own a car, he either bikes or takes the tube because he cares about the environment and doesn’t want to add onto the extra pollution in london

-his dress sense is very casual like a t shirt, a pair of loose fitted trousers and some trainers but when he cant be bothered he’ll wear a tech fleece

-he has a very good sense of direction, like he knows the fastest routes for anything, like when eren and connie dragged him to carni (if you went this year im saur jealous 😩 but anyways) and it was time to get home armin found a quicker route that got them back pretty fast

-knows all the best secret spots in london for anything! which makes hanging out with him more fun because you experience a new part of london when you’re together

-he isnt a fan of eren’s scamming ways but when eren asks for help he always answers as long as he’s not a part of it

-london men i feel like are terrible with their feelings but armin is the exception, he would be very open with you about his feelings and such

-reads so much, you’ll catch him at hyde park or greenwich park reading till the sun sets

-he smokes cigarettes but he’s trying to cut it out for you

-his playlist would be very diverse since he’s been brought up in a multicultural area, like it would go from bashment, to rnb, drill to pop

-unlike his unserious counterparts *cough cough* eren and connie, he’s very loyal!

ONYANKOPON

-my ghanaian king, shoutout to my ghanaians!!

-he speaks twi so well that people forget he was brought up in the uk

-he would be from peckham or lewisham for suree, he’s deffo been dragged around by his mum round rye lane market on a saturday morning carrying that trolley with him

-he goes to a pentecostal church, he’s always leading youth service and helping out at church events.

-the aunties love him for this because he’s the perfect son that they don’t have and they just love him in general

-ony can cook and im being for real, so you guys never eat out unless ony wants to show you to a new niche restaurant somewhere

-he has snap but doesn’t have a bitmoji because he thinks it’s immature 😕 but eventually he caves and makes one because you ask him too

-hes always promoting his boys stuff whether that be music,

-he deffo went to an all boys secondary and then he went to a mixed sixth form after, he gives me those vibes

-he used to go to the library to link girls after school 😭 he had a big playboy phase but hes calmed down

-he used to be one of those people at stratford westfield trying to sell you magazines before you enter

-hes not stingy with his money, hes always spoiling the people he loves

-he has a bunch of caps and grills that he likes to rotate out weekly, he has great style

-he works in corporate london so its rare that you dont see him outside of a suit and tie but he always makes time for you

-ony is always holding your bag for dear life when you go to bait areas like oxford street or westfields or like the tourist spots because people be getting their shit stolen loool

-he loves late night tesco trips anything that he can do at night i.e late night walks, drives etc

-bossman is always giving him discounts on stuff because ony is loyal customer.

REINER

-look at that man and tell me he wouldnt be from essex tell me!! like thats pure dagenham material right there

-if you search up a typical person from essex, he would come up

-he probably owns those skintight chinos with those ugly polos with the church shoes

-he tries to downplay his accent a bit since sometimes its hard to understand him but when hes upset his accent comes through in full force

-always at spoons or at the club till early hours

-reiner gives me bricklayer vibes so thats what im gonna roll with

-when he comes home from work in summer hes like hot and sweaty but it makes his biceps glow so its kinda sexy idk

-has a bunch of tattoos, most of them are birthdays of family members and a picture of his grandma who passed away

-has a british bulldog called belle, the dog is fucking scary but reiner thinks the world of her and thinks she can do no wrong

-listens to mainly dnb, garage, techno

-downs pints at the pub like it’s nothing, he has a high alcohol tolerance

-proper geezer that’s all i have to say tbh!

[sid-the-sandwich]

Obey me! Character Album Song Colours

Above is the template, You can put your album in the bottom right:

i tried my best to add songs for each colour that fit each boy, it was a bit difficult lol

Song names:

Red:

Lucifer - I Love You Like An Alcoholic

Mammon - Talk Too Much

Leviathan - Suki Suki Daisuki

Satan - Hayloft ii

Asmodeus - Literal Legand

Beelzebub - Inferno

Belphagor - Telephones

Orange:

Lucifer - Take Me To Church

Mammon - Partners in Crime

Leviathan - I am Falling for You

Satan - The Other Side of Paradise

Asmodeus - Cupid (Twin Version)

Beelzebub - Moral of the Story

Belphagor - If I Killed Someone for You

Yellow:

Lucifer - Dream a Little Dream of Me

Mammon - My Alcoholic Friends

Leviathan - I Cant Fix You

Satan - Ocean Eyes

Asmodeus - Circus

Beelzebub - GUY.EXE

Belphagor - Moonlight on the River

Green:

Lucifer - Hermit the Frog

Mammon - Cupid's Chokehold

Leviathan - Everyone Adores You (At Least I do)

Satan - Evil

Asmodeus - Primadonna

Beelzebub - Soldier, Poet, King

Belphagor - Home

Light Blue:

Lucifer - Sway

Mammon - The Adults Are Talking

Leviathan - Sports

Satan - CATS

Asmodeus - Toxic

Beelzebub - I Need a Hero (Shrek 2)

Belphagor - Control

Blue:

Lucifer - I Dont Smoke (Audiotree Live)

Mammon - Out of My League

Leviathan - Still With You

Satan - Duvet

Asmodeus - Young and Beautiful

Beelzebub - The Red Means I Love You

Belphagor - Our Word

Purple:

Lucifer - I Hate Everyone But You

Mammon - Bubble Gum

Leviathan - Jealousy

Satan - Majora's Mask soundtrack

Asmodeus - La La Land

Beelzebub - Cloud 9

Belphagor - Cigerette Duet

Pink:

Lucifer - Stalkers Tango

Mammon - IT Girl

Leviathan - Fire Drill

Satan - Animal

Asmodeus - Emo Boy

Beelzebub - Looking Out For You

Belphagor - Dead to Me

White:

Lucifer - EVERYTHING

Mammon - I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend

Leviathan - I Can't Handle Change

Satan - Happy Pills

Asmodeus - Touch You

Beelzebub - Birds on a Wire

Belphagor - Jobless Monday

Black:

Lucifer - Daddy Issues

Mammon - Cooler Than Me

Leviathan - Megalovania

Satan - Blackout Days

Asmodeus - Toxic (Pitch Perfect)

Beelzebub - Baby Hotline

Belphagor - Deathwish

Brown:

Lucifer - Its Been So Long

Mammon - Greed

Leviathan - Chamber of Reflection

Satan - All Eyes on Me

Asmodeus - Stars are Blind

Beelzebub - Cake by the Ocean

Belphagor - I Can't Decide

here is mine:

[teabreakpancakes]

hello!! i absolutely love your writing and cant get enough of it!! the fics with jack is so cute ;;!! is it okay if i request norton, jack, michiko, joseph (or anyone else!!) with an energetic s/o being able to shrink like the explorer and it gives them a heart attack like “oh my god where are they—WHERE-“ “STOP DONT JUMP OFF THE SHELF-“ “ARE YOU INSANE I NEARLY STEPPED ON YOU-“

Fun-Sized Ball Of Energy Norton, Jack, Michiko, Joseph, and Antonio with an Energetic S/O

Genre: Fluff

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋

often times, he finds it hard to keep up with your energy

luckily, you like it when you're smaller, and it's much easier to catch you when you're smaller

"Not another peep out of you" the prospector chided, covering your mouth with his finger. You squirmed in his hand, attempting to break free, earning an eye roll from your lover, he had enough of your energy for today—he wasn't going to chase you around again.

he's considered purchasing a tiny bed for you, along with more tiny furniture

one time, the hunter almost stepped on you, but before they could, he pulled them away

oh boy, you were in for a scolding

"Idiot!" Norton yelled out, forcing the hunter to collide with the church's walls. He vaulted over the open window, picking you up with one of his hands before running off to the open exit gate. Onyx eyes glared daggers into your tiny form as you tried getting away from his sight, burrowing into yourself.

STOP HIDING FROM HIM, HE JUST WANTS TO TALK

Your heartbeat raced, not because of the hunter, but because of your lover. You pressed your body up against the kitchen island, hoping that he wouldn't see you at all costs. An angry Norton was a scary Norton after all.

"(Name) come out! i'm not that mad anymore, probably" he hollers, a somewhat eerie smile plastered on his handsome face. He roamed the halls, entering the kitchen. Where were the others you ask? well, they all had a match, you simply had to hide until your boyfriend hopefully stopped.

he's asked miss nightingale to design costumes and clothes for your tiny form despite knowing that your clothes will shrink down with you in matches

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑

he thinks it's pretty interesting, a pain in matches though

he likes putting you in his breast pocket

Jack hummed, roaming the manor with a small smile. He steps outside, taking a seat in the garden on one of the many garden benches. The smell of earth soothes you, coaxing you into leaning into the soft material of his suit.

He brings out a book, flipping it to where his bookmark was fixed at. Your arms hang outside his pocket, reading along with him and listening to his hushed voice. He truly was an excellent narrator.

please stop climbing up shelves or walls without him watching over you

"Dear!" the hunter exclaimed, visibly alarmed. You had almost fallen off the shelf you were climbing up. A small pout graced your face as he told you off, "I promise to not climb anything without you around, can I go now?" you whined, nearly laughing when he lets out an exasperated sigh at your antics.

he tends to caress you as if you're a little doll, you sure are as fragile as one

he likes dressing you in doll's clothes

"These types of clothes suit you" he crooned, smoothing over the fabric of the tiny apparel. He picked you up gently, placing you in front of his vanity mirror. You stared in awe—you truly did look like a tiny doll. "I look pretty" you whispered to yourself, bashfully twirling around in a small circle. Jack chuckled softly, "You always do darling" he spoke, smiling down at you.

you're so small he's actually afraid of accidentally crushing you

he asks you to be his muse often, your small size adds a touch of surrealism to his paintings after all (i'm well aware that surrealism began in the 20th century and that the ripper is from the 19th), roses held nothing against your beauty.

𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀

she thinks you're even more adorable when you're tiny

she often worries about the chance of you getting hurt when you're shrunken down, so you tried lessening your tiny adventures

"Please be more careful about roaming about while not being your normal size, you could have gotten seriously injured" she spoke, sounding very disappointed and worried. You couldn't bear to look at her, not when she already sounded so upset.

Noticing your downcast gaze, she approached you, embracing your smaller form. "Don't be upset, I only worry because I care about you deeply" she soothes, rubbing your back gently.

you remind her of a cute little porcelain doll

she enjoys crafting clothes for you: regular sized or doll sized

Michiko appears to be engrossed in her sewing—making sure to pay a great deal of attention to every detail on the miniature clothing. Various types of fabric surround her, along with mini and regular sized tailor's mannequins.

she has a small chair for you that's always on her coffee table for when you and her have tea parties

"It seems that it's taking you a while to finish your cookie, would you like me to make it smaller?" she inquired with a teasing smile. You shook your head vigorously, turning away from her while still munching on the large cookie in your lap.

you like playing hide and seek with her in her room

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒

you are going to be the death of him

the amount of heart attacks this man experiences within a day is outstandingly concerning

"Honey! catch me!" you shouted from above the staircase. Joseph looks above him, onyx eyes widening upon landing on your figure. Just as you jump off, he rushes to catch you, making sure to not scratch you with his long nails. "Ne refais plus jamais ça mon amour!" he scolded, holding you to his chest. Inky tears trickled down his cracked porcelain-like cheeks as he pressed a small kiss to your small head. That was the moment you vowed to no longer put yourself in any kind of danger.. outside of games of course.

you are cute but troublesome.

STOP HIDING IN HIS POCKETS, YOU MIGHT GET HURT

Joseph chaired the gravekeeper, the last survivor before getting sent back to the manor. Whilst walking down the halls and towards his quarters, he hears a soft yet familiar giggle coming from inside the inner pocket of his coat. He pauses, placing a hand on his temple and closing his eyes in preparation for the upcoming headache.

Using his other hand, he gently fishes out your figure from his pocket. You wave at him, kissing his hand with a sweet smile. Good god, how was he going to get mad at you if you were this unbearably adorable.

you have taken a liking to hiding in cookie jars

The photographer reaches for the cookie jar in his bedroom, opening it to be greeted by the sight of you nibbling on one of the cookies. "My, and what is this delectable treat doing amongst these common pastries~" he teases, picking you up with a smirk. You freeze up, avoiding his gaze. A deep and rich chuckle was drawn from his lips as he closed the distance between you and his face,"Why don't I give you a taste then?" he whispered.

tiny doll's clothes—not including your normal clothing—fills up the drawer of his bedside table

he likes taking pictures of you, he always brings a camera with him in order to document your tiny adventures: walking through the garden's flowers and even on the kitchen cupboards, you can have an adventure everywhere if you're tiny!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓

antonio is amused by your ability to shrink, seeing as he literally examined you from head to toe the first time he witnessed it... he deadass held you in front of his face by your ankle.

he adores you both ways

he babies you when you're shrunken down, treating you as if you were made out of porcelain

"Name! darling! don't lift anything larger than you in that form, you'd likely injure yourself!" Antonio berated, lifting up the teapot, peeling away your tiny limbs from the ceramic. His chucked the crockery behind his head, cradling you in his hand. You blinked owlishly upon hearing the porcelain shatter, opting to instead lean into his touch.

he lets you sit on his head when you're in your smaller form. it sure is nice to have a tall lover, unless you have a fear of heights

he gets you a tiny violin it's just a violin that was shrunken down mysteriously

"'TONIOOO! is this for me?" the survivor questions, shooting an expectant starry-eyed look towards the hunter. The violinist nods, lifting the tiny survivor up to his face using one of his hands. "You seemed rather interested in one and since you're often in your smaller state, I decided to get one appropriate for your size—of course, it can grow to back to it's regular size" he spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting to be too loud because of your close proximity. You squealed happily, hugging his face. "Thanks Toni" you whispered, kissing his cheek.

he accompanies you on your tiny adventure, playing music so it seems like you're in your very own show. he actually enjoys listening or even joining you in your monologues

"As the brave adventurer wanders through the gigantic forest," you monologue, weaving through the tall grass. Antonio played a piece suited for adventure, adding more drama than necessary; his playing was more gentle—telltale sign that it was you he was playing for. A soft smile branded his face as he watched you pretend.

"But alas, the adventurer had to stop midway, for their beloved waited patiently for them to come home from their journey" Antonio butted in, gesturing towards the food spread out on the picnic blanket. They gasped mutely, growing to their regular size before lacing their arms with their lover. "Let's take a break, adventuring can be done later—after we eat!" they beam, causing the violinist to chuckle, amused by their quick change.

of course, you guys don't get back into adventuring after since you both end up taking a nap. always

when you sleep next to him in his bed in your tiny form, he swaddles you in his hair so you don't fall off the bed

you aren't able to wander off this with man, his hair is wrapped around you at all times as long as it's outside matches

[pee-com]

eli sunday radio show headcanons please i beg

ok this is a late night ramble bc remembering eli was on radio when he went to see daniel was soooo 💕💕💕 ALSO IVE NEVER DONE HC SO SORRY IF THIS WASNT THAT GOOD 😫

ok ok so for his show

i think he would definitely cater it to prop himself up. id imagine a call in situation to confess sins or ask for forgiveness, he definitely wants to maintain that power and worship of him that he gets from the church. for the other portion in order to get attention and more followers when not being forgiving he would definitely be moral lessons about relooking at how you conduct yourself with god in mind and living a sin free life.

He drinks a lot of tea, chamomile is on STAND BY. we all know how much he loves to talk and he can't disappoint the listeners if his voice isn't up to par.

I'm getting a night show vibe. 7pm dinner time, something for the family

He needs an assistant. i feel similarly to how he chastised his father for being a pushover and dumb in his eyes he would definitely go overboard if he had callers since radio is much more broad.

Even though nobody can see him he NEEDSSS to be dressed up. if hes not dressed well he cant do it. he cant do the show. hes extra like that.

He def reads the bible audiobook style at night. idk where im getting this from i just imagine it being cozy.

Eli wouldn't pick up a radio voice he thinks his is fine enough and he probably finds it graining and hates it lol

Solo. we all know this. he cant have anyone else take away his divine messages. if he did have guests they would probably get whatever he wanted to say wrong anyways.

NOW for elis assistant...boy....

The kettle would never be off. you always have to have a drink ready BUT it can never be too hot he expects perfection and you to know how he likes it.

Despite him needing constant attention for everything to be in order he would not want you anywhere near the equipment/mic since it would distract him. definitely sit on the other side of the room. also he definitely thinks its HIS space, like being in front of the church, nobody else is allowed to invade it.

Paperwork, i imagine write ins being popular and he couldn't be bothered to read any if it. youd sort out the ones that seemed interesting enough for him. (he would do all planning and scheduling though hes very orderly.)

Despite being a diva and high maintenance i think he would be appreciative that youd do everything well for him and that you managed to keep up with his demands. after the show chats i think.

[sour-ggrapess]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。heaven at the window 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

𓍢ִ.𖥔 ݁ ˖ yoongi cant help but take what hes been wanting for almost a year

𓆩♱𓆪 heavy ddlg themes, corruption kink and, somonophila, just fucked up

⋆｡˚🩰༝༚ stalker! yoongi x virgin !fem !reader

⊹˚. ♡taglist - @chimmy-licious @shescharlie @bangtanattic

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A nice breeze flows through the suburban, Christian neighborhood as families gather on their porches to enjoy the pleasant weather. Children can be heard laughing and playing in the yards, while neighbors engage in friendly conversations, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. Your family practically owned the neighborhood because of your father's role at the church. Your father's position as a respected figure in the church not only gave your family a sense of pride but also garnered immense respect from the community. The neighborhood often turned to your father for guidance and support, further solidifying your family's influence and reputation. You being his only daughter, he held you up on a pedistool and had very high standards for you to live up to. Your father's high expectations for you were not just limited to your behavior and achievements but also extended to your involvement in church activities. 

He believed that as his daughter, you had a responsibility to uphold the family's reputation and continue their legacy of service to the community. This pressure to meet his standards sometimes felt overwhelming, but it also pushed you to strive for excellence in all aspects of your life. when they dedicated themselves to helping others. You had the mind of a saint and the body of a pornstar. In seventh grade, you had to be taken out of private school and start homeschooling because of how hard puberty hit you. Your father found you crying in your room one day due to the sexual harassment you experienced. Boys took advantage of you because they knew you were pure and knew your father wouldn't let you partake in such dirty activities with boys. They'd come to you with obviously sexual questions that made you uncomfortable and violated your boundaries. such as: "Can you squirt?" "Can I have your V card?" "Can I show you the G-spot?" "Have you ever had a nut mask?". Just stupid fucking sexual questions that lacked respect and disregarded your personal boundaries. Your father made sure they were punished but some blame was on you for even knowing what they were saying and engaging in their inappropriate conversation. 

It's summer, and you're planning on going to college this year because you just finished your senior year with honors and achieved all your academic goals. But two people weren't too happy about that, one of whom was your father. He was worried you'd become a whore and do drugs and drink like those crazy frat kids you see on TV. 

2: The other person was your secret admirer that watched you through your window whenever he was hard or was thinking about you , but you never knew about his obsession or even knew he existed. His mom was a faithful goer of the church, and the one day she dragged him to the church, you made a speech in your tight sundress that left him completely captivated and yearning for more. He jerked his cock every night at the thought of you. He thought about how your lips would look around his cock and how your body would feel pressed against his. His memory of you was quite faint because he only saw you once, but once he saw you leaving your house one day, he would make sure he never forgot anything about you. Yoongi would jerk his cock every time he saw you naked and coming out of the bathroom from a shower. He would cum your window and curtains endless amounts of times and leave them there for you to see , as a twisted reminder of his obsession with you. But you thought it was bird poop

made One day, while you were doing your community service, Yoongi felt a little bold and went inside your room. His main target and purpose for going inside was to grab those panties you took off last night. His hands rummaged through the dirty clothes in the basket, grabbing each piece of clothing he wanted as if he were shopping.

He pulled the lacey and slightly damp pants from the basket and brought them to his nose as he took in a deep breath of the slick that was still lingering on the fabric. His dick grew in his black sweat pants, making them feel slightly tight compared to how baggy they were 5 minutes ago. He shimmied his socks and underwear down as his cock sprung up , fully aroused and ready for action. It fought to stay up as it twitched up and down with excitement. Yoongi brought the fabric down to his cock as he adjusted his position, feeling the anticipation building within him. "Fucking shit, right there". Rubbing the cloth along his member as his slit glistened with pre-cum that rubbed against the lacey fabric , he couldn't help but moan softly in pleasure. The soft friction made his orgasm close, and it was clear as day that he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer. He moaned out as his hips buckled as he shot his load in the lace. He felt pure euphoria and disbelief at how hard he came in that moment. Loud pants are coming from him as he stands there, basking in the afterglow. He realizes his mess as cum drips down onto the floor from his hands and the panties he had been holding. 

 The night is young and humid; your window is open as the breeze from outside flows through, making your curtains blow gently in the moonlight. You lie in bed, feeling the cool air caress your skin and listening to the distant sounds of the city. The peaceful atmosphere lulls you into a state of tranquility, allowing your mind to wander and drift off into a blissful sleep. Tonight was the night you would sleep with no bottoms on , embracing the freedom and comfort that comes with it. 

You laid out on the massage table , feeling the soft sheets against your bare skin as the soothing music played in the background. Strong hands began to work their magic, relieving tension and melting away stress from your body. A sense of relaxation and calmness cut short as one moved down to your bare cunt as they dipped into your folds , sending waves of pleasure coursing through your entire being. Moans escaped your mouth, and your back arched off the bed, making the man gazing at you through the window unable to tear his eyes away. His eyes grew wide in shock as he realized you were having a wet dream that he only hoped was about him. Yoongi knew that when you woke up from the dream, you would be pretty disappointed that it wasn't real, but he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire wash over him as he watched you writhe in pleasure. The way your body responded to the imaginary touch, the way your lips formed those intoxicating moans—it was all too enticing for him to resist. Yoongi's mind wandered, imagining himself as the one causing your ecstasy, his hands exploring every inch of your trembling body. He yearned to be the one who could fulfill your desires, giving you the satisfaction you craved. But reality hit him hard, reminding him that he was merely an observer.

He let his intrusive thoughts win as he climbed through the window as his foot sluipped over the little ledge, being careful not to make a noise or mess up the perfect array of plushies that lay still. He was hurrying out of his clothes as he was finally getting what he had wanted for so long, he hurriedly changed out of his clothing. If he didn't get it inside of him within the next five minutes, his cock was going to blow up. The mattress next to your dozing body sank as he stooped on it. His heart beat rappidly as he slipped the damp fabric to the side and revealed your gorgous chubby folds that were drenched with slick, looking like the most beautiful waterfall he had ever seen. The sight was both mesmerizing and enticing. Shivers ran down your spine when the chilly air struck your moist cunt, accompanied by the soothing touch of his fingertips. He spread your legs as he wrapped them around his waist , pulling you closer and deepening the connection between your bodies. He lines his cock up with your drooling hole , ready to satisfy your every desire. Soft groans escape your lips as your walls squeeze and suck him in; he bottoms out as his hips buck. "Fucking shit, so damn tight". The pleasure intensifies as he starts thrusting deeply, sending waves of ecstasy and pain through your body. Your eyes peer open to see him sliding his cock in and out of you with the look of pleasure and desire etched on his face. 

"N-no! Who a-ahhh- a-are you?!" You scream out in shock and horror. "Get off me!" You try to squirm away and push away from him, but his grip only tightens as he continues to ram into you , overpowering you with his strength. "I know your nasty little cunt wants my cock ," he growls menacingly, as you desperately search for an escape from this terrifying yet so pleasurable situation. "How would your dad feel, huh?" "What if I called him in here to come see his little princess all fucked out on my cock?" Your heart races with fear and disgust as his words cut through you like a knife. The thought of your father witnessing such a horrifying scene sends shivers down your spine. You feel deep pleasure, making you unable to fight anymore and forcing you into submission beneath him. You can't help but question your own sanity, sinning right in front of the cross you had blessed by your father for your birthday. as you surrender to the intoxicating temptations of forbidden desires. Loud moans emanate from your throat as you shut your eyes and arch your back into the air , succumbing to the overwhelming rush of pleasure that engulfs your entire being. In this moment, all senses of guilt and rationality fade away, leaving only the raw intensity of your desires to guide your every move. The pain came back as he slowed and started to get rougher with each passing second. "I'm going to fukin destroy you," he growled, his eyes filled with a malicious hunger. You could have sworn he turned into what you had been taught to fear your whole life as the three crosses nailed to your wall turned upside down and emitted an eerie red glow. the devil himself stood before you, ready to claim your soul. You snapped out the dark thoughts as he grasped your chubby tummy, arched his back, and punched at your womb. "OMG!". You came on his cock as your legs shook violently in pleasure and ecstasy. 

His body gave in as he fell over you with his arms supporting him , panting heavily. "Fucking tight and squeezing me, I-ahhhhhhh." Yoongi moaned as he shot a load right into your womb , filling you completely. You felt every bone in your body turn mushy as you realized what you had just done—you had just disobeyed every single rule and boundary that had been set in place. Your heart raced with both excitement and guilt. You felt as if hell was going to drag you into the earth as he rolled off the bed. "Fuking ruined your little sinner pussy" , he sneered with a sinister grin. As Yoongi's words echoed in the room, a mix of emotions overwhelmed you. Shame and regret washed over you as you couldn't believe what had just transpired. The weight of your actions settled heavily on your conscience, leaving you questioning the consequences that awaited you. Your eyes were stuck on the Jesus figure in the corner of your dresser, seeking solace and forgiveness silently. 

"Next time I vist you better be thanking me"

[lavender-romancer]

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

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Tommy Shelby

Dalmatian

♡ You've been giving Tommy lovbites

Comforter

♡ Tommy loves when you stroke his hair

Falling

♡ Tommy has to leave you and he cant bear it

Affair

♡ You had an affair with tommy before the war

Lavender

♡ You’d known this family for around 10 years and been Tommy’s wife for almost 6. Even after two kids, you still feared for his life every day

Our Terrible Love

♡ Trying to compare yourself to Grace was a losing battle

Your Kinks Are Weirder Than Mine

♡ You and Tommy enjoy making fun of eachother but especially when it comes to your sexual tastes

Supernatural

♡ Tommy doesn't know how to live on without Grace and he had begun seeing her again

Heartbeat

♡ Your marriage with Tommy has been turbulent recently, the prominence of betrayal and loneliness in the union takes a toll on your connection.

Loving Girl

♡ You’ve always known you would be a better partner for Tommy, after Grace died you had to reassess your motivations for being close to Tommy because he needed a friend more than ever before

Best Made Plans

♡ You and Tommy are both 16 and sneaking out to get drunk seems like the most imprtant thing

The Bug Collector

♡ Tommy's obsession with thinking something was always out to get him manifests in an irrational fear

Say It

♡ Your final early morning in bed together before Tommy plans to go to Miquelon Island and kill Michael

Fools

♡ There was a secret you had always kept about yourself, only giving yourself to strangers and being yourself in the shadows. You were a fool to think that anything but hurt feelings and betrayal would be the result

♡ Male Reader

♡ Ongoing

One Two Three Four

♡ You met when you were sixteen and from there your lives ebbed and flowed closer and further away from one another but there was always something that brought you together.

I'd Do Anything

♡ Ongoing

One Two Three Four Five

♡ You were a nun in Dublin but when you decided to take action against those in powerful positions in the church you had to escape. When you turn up in Birmingham and begin a relationship with Tommy Shelby will he be able to protect you from your past?

Crosses on my Body

♡ Ongoing

One Two Three Four Five Six

♡ You’ve been involved with the Peaky Blinders business for a few years now, undiscovered as a woman posing as a man. Now the Shelby boys have grown suspicious of you and want you found out.

Deceiver

♡ Ongoing

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven

♡ Neither of you are strong enough to talk about your problems in your marriage, you coexist in a state of sleepless nights and last chances but can any of that change when you start visiting a therapist?

Tired of me

♡ Ongoing

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

Remembering Sunday

♡ Retired

♡ A recollection of your life from th moment you met Tommy Shelby

One Two Three

Ruthless

♡ Retired

♡ Your marriage with Thomas is breaking

One Two Three Four

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Arthur Shelby Jr.

Wavy

♡ You’re at a club in London that Shelby’s trash and end up smoking weed with Arthur

Missed Plans

♡ Arthur promised he would be there for the dinner you had planned but when he doesn’t turn up you decide to tell him some unexpected news

Crush

♡ You’ve always liked Arthur but admitting your feelings to him felt too intimidating to follow through on 

Love Me

♡ You and Arthur are deeply in love but your great beauty makes Tommy question your motives to wanting to get close to the family

We Don't Talk Anymore

♡ Completed

♡ You and Arthur were deeply in love but you couldn’t handle the disfunction of the relationship made it break down and it had to end, when you see eachother again it’s horrifically painful

one two

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Finn Shelby

Meant To Be

♡ You and Finn have been extremely close from a young age and he’s always had feelings toward you but he didn’t know if he was quite prepared for those feelings to be unearthed 

Take Care

I Loved You

♡ You stumble upon an injured man on your walk home, you help him clean up and he’s more interesting than you expected

Date

♡ You and Finn were previously in love but now you’re gone and Finn has to ponder over his feeling

My Escape

♡ You and Finn have some sweet moments

I.

♡ You work extremely hard at your studies and with strict parents breathing down your back being in a relationship with Finn Shelby brought the chaos you craved in our life

♡ Drabbles

♡ “stop being so cute”

♡ “just smile, I really need to see you smile right now”

II.

♡ “I knew you didn’t want me”

♡ “Why does everybody love you?”

Blood Flows

♡ Retired

♡ You've known Finn for years and as your relationship became more romantic, it also became more toxic

one two three four

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John Shelby

Teenage Sweethearts

♡ You’ve grown up with the Shelby family being near you constantly and were the closest to John for years until he met Martha

Blind Date

Stay With Me

♡ You and John have both been set up on blind dates but you don’t realise it’s with each other 

♡ You've been having an affair with John and now you're badly injured

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Reader Shelby

♡ This section includes fics where you are a Shelby sibling or one of their children

You're John's eldest daughter and you're hurting

♡ John’s daughter is hurting and he hasn’t been awake enough to realize, she’s vulnerable and needs his help

The reader is the youngest Shelby

♡ You’re the youngest of the Shelby family and you’re annoyed 

Arthur is your single Dad with PTSD

♡ After your mother died Arthur struggled with parenting you, he had no one to lean on, no one to blame for his mind, and no way to support you through your childhood 

He Wasn't There

♡ Might continue

♡ Alfie Solomons x Reader

♡ You’ve grown up without a father figure, your mother died when you were young and it’s only when you get thrown out of your Aunt’s house in London that you start looking for the man by the name of Shelby

one two three four five six

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Alfie Solomons

Birmingham Lass, Camden Girl

♡ You may hold loyalty to the Shelbys of Birmingham but a visit to Camden makes you think slightly differently 

The Problem

♡ You’ve known Alfie since you were both sixteen and both you love the other but when business gets in the way who’s the problem?

♡ Alfie x Jewish Reader

Sunset

♡ Retired

♡ You get employed as Alfie's secretary for him to show off at parties but soon your connection becomes more than that

one two three four five six

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Michael Gray

Home Late

♡ Michael promised he’d be home early to be able to spend some time with you but he didn’t show up when he should have however he found a way to make it up to you 

Almost Lover

♡ imaging a life without him was inescapably hard but you couldn’t go back, you couldn’t give in 

I'm Fine, Thanks

♡ You’ve always known how to fight but meeting Michael Gray when you’re in one wasn’t what you were expecting 

Just a Girl

♡ Michael has had a crush on you for a while and he keeps asking you out to no avail meanwhile Isaiah is finding it very entertaining 

♡ You’re about to get married to the love of your life but there is only one problem with that... you despise weddings 

Marriage Story

♡ Retired

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Peaky Blinders Taglist

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[cyanidedrinkers]

Forgive me father for i have sinned.

A PriceGraves religious guilt fanfic. Tw: Religious guilt, Religious Trauma, Mentions of homophobia, accidental self-harm, Graves has a mental breakdown- Graves loved his Shadow's, They were like family to him and because they were his family he did everything in his power to make them comfortable. One of the major ways he does this is by taking the time to research their religions and adjusting accordingly. During Ramadan Graves tracks who's fasting and makes sure to have the night crew make food for those breaking fast. He keeps Kosher meals on hand at all times and special orders MRE'S for those in the field so they still get fed and don't have to go against their religion. All around base there are rooms for those who need to pray through out the day. He special orders uniforms for those who cant wear what is provided due to their religion, and assigns special roles for those who refuse to handle a gun but still wish to serve. All he asks is that he is informed ahead of time when someone needs to fast, take off for holidays, or pray so he can provide the support they need. If the company ever gets deployed around Saudi Arabia Graves asks around to see who would like to make their journey to the Kaaba. There's a small church area on the base for those to go to throughout the day and designated times for people to go attend service. He even provides custom helmets for those who decide to wear Hijabs or Kippah's and takes feed back on how to make them comfier.

Growing up in the south Graves was raised Catholic, His mother and father were very prominent at the church and so was little Phillip. He went to lent, ash Wednesday, attended church every Sunday, participated in dinner every Wednesday, learned old Latin so he can read the older versions of the bible, went to Catholic schools, he even prayed at every meal and before bed. His religion was sacred to him, It was an important part of his life growing up and so he strives to make others comfortable too. His love for his god tends to backfire though. After his betrayal of the 141 and Los Vaqueros he spent a whole week locked in his room praying and begging for forgiveness. His cross clutched so tightly in his hands that it left bruises and made that spot tender to the touch. Shadow's had stationed themselves outside the door to make sure he was safe but the cries coming from his room were those of pain and terror as he begged for forgiveness and to wash away his sin from his unholy body. It took nearly 3 months for him to get back to normal and when he did he got the worse news possible. "Due to the nature of this mission I'll be assigning 141 to help you. It'll be easier for them to stay on your base so clear out some space." Laswell stated firmly. Less then 24 hours ago Graves was hit with this news, He was scared to say the least. The 141...Staying with the shadows? How would he break it to his boys-, And girls, That the people who killed their teammates, lovers, and friends would be staying with them for god knows how long. Graves ran a hand over his face, His eyes threatening to close and his knees sore from sitting down all day from doing the paperwork for the 141's arrival. What he really wanted was to crack a beer open and watch the afternoon PT be done, He loved watching the new trainees get too cocky with their superior then bicker and moan as they were made to run laps. It brought him back to days were things were easy and he didn't have to worry about anything other then what their NCO was going to do to them. Pushing himself up and out of his chair with a loud groan Graves collected his things and set out to break the news to his shadows. The sun was just setting over the horizon as he took his first step out into the real world. The air smelled like a mixture of sweat, heat, dirt, and....rain? With a quick glance up at the clouds and a curse under his breath Graves made his way to the mess hall. "That stupid weather man said it wouldn't rain for another two days" He whined under his breath as he kicked a rock Infront of him, Repeating this action intel he eventually lost it. "Smells like damn rain to me, The clouds are white as snow but i just know it by the smell" His mumbling and grumbling to himself continued till he made it inside, It caught the eye of some shadows as he passed by them but they shrugged it off as him being hangry or a meeting gone wrong.

Once inside Graves was greeted by the waves and smiling faces of his Shadows, Some ran up to him and started asking how he was and if he was busy today because he didn't make his rounds like he normally does. Graves just smiled and made small talk intel everyone sat down. It was fairly easy to get everyone's attention when he needed it.

He stood and cleared his throat, Graves had prepared to yell over all the noise but the sound of silence washed over the mess hall as he stood and nothing but clattering forks could he heard as the attention was on him.

"Well that was easier than i remember-" He smiles to himself, He's still got it.

"It is with uttermost disappoint that i inform you that the 141 will be staying with us-" Groans and yelling cut him off. His shadows like small children sometimes, They whined and one person let out a very loud "NOOOOOO" which was met by laughter and agreement.

"I know we haven't been the best of friends with them but i expect you all to treat them with respect and to NOT, I repeat, NOT disrespect them in anyway OR steal their stuff." Graves hisses out, He aims that last part at a Shadow not to far away from him who's known for stealing things from people she dislikes.

This gets a unsatisfied groan from her but understanding nods from everyone else, And with that Graves grabs himself some dinner and goes back to his quarters for the night.

Once his meal is done and he finally shuts down his laptop Graves changes into a simple T-shirt and sweats. He removes the cross necklace from around his neck, takes off his socks and gets on his knees at the foot of his bed. His hands, Grasping the cross that lays so perfectly across his hands, and closes his eyes as he bows his head.

"Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Please, Allow these next few days to go well. Allow sin and hatred to not come in-between our mission and deliver my children back to me safely. Give me strength to push through and give strength to those who will have to see the faces of those who killed their loves, friends, and brothers in arms. Allow nothing but peace between the two companies lord. Amen"

Graves stays there for a few more seconds before standing up and setting his necklace at the bedside table. As he gets into bed and drifts into sleep he can't help but have that same gruff voice pop up in his head, Those calloused hands, the smell of cigars, it all swarms his mind intel he finally falls asleep....

That was part one :) if ya'll liked it let me know and I'll probably continue it- I had to do a lot of research so i apologize if everything isn't correct- I'm Agnostic, Former Christian, and don't know very much but I'm trying.

[xxdespairfactionashtonxx]

I also have an announcement:

I am no longer a fan of Black Veil Brides. I hate that Andy is doubling down defending Ronnie Radke. I refuse to support a band that defends transphobia and racism. This was never about the outcasts, it was all a marketing ploy. Andy was a pretty white boy raised in a well off family that actually was wealthy enough to pay for him to go to acting school in high school and pay for him to live in Los Angeles in his teen years to pick up gigs in commercials. He always sought out fame, rather than being for the passion of CREATING, the writing was on the walls from the beginning. The gimmicks, constantly saying his goal was to be the "biggest band in the world", distancing himself from the scene despite the scene influencing him and bringing up his career, PURPOSEFULLY creating a fan base of scene kids that would form para-social bonds with him and riding off of a "savior complex" (quite literally, HE LITERALLY WROTE A SONG CALLED SAVIOR). He has been writing the same song for 15 years. There is never a creative risk, it ALWAYS is manufactured to what is popular on the radios at the time. Late 2000s-early 2010s was metalcore, so they made metalcore. Now its whatever plays on Octane XM. Also we are lying to ourselves here about Andy's connection to Scientology. You can cope all you want with using Catholic symbolism in his music or his Catholic tattoos, but its not hard to find that the Cult of Scientology allows its members to also practice other religions. Covering up the L Ron Hubbard tattoo doesn't mean he's leaving. It is just to bury the truth. If Andy was truly separated from the cult, he wouldn't still be married to Juliet. He would have denied his connections HIMSELF (not his dad!!!) if the rumors weren't true. HE CAN'T. Cause if he does, he will be exiled from the cult, and lose all of his connections. People often join the church to take courses on marketing one's self and enhancing skills, as well as to form connections with powerful people in the entertainment industry. Marrying into the cult was calculated and intentional. It would not even surprise me if Andy starts to ride the conservative grift, he will chase dark money to get what he wants. At least that's what I believe. I know I am going to piss off so many BVB fans with this post. I am not sorry, and you cant change my mind so don't even try. I want nothing to do with BVB anymore. This is my final word on the subject.

[timbit-robin-art]

ur glee au... oooooooh, the thoughts are thinking...

now i have to know what songs everyone sings and what they sound like!!!! i personally think emma frost would sound like holly and sing turning tables (i know she wasnt in the og post but i know it in my heart this is her), and then scott is totally finn singing losing my religion. and all of the boys can sing man in the mirror (such an underrated performance, again scott is finn).

i literally cant believe this hasnt been done before. youve just opened a realm of possiblities for shitposts.

Ahh, this is a lot of fun. I just had to answer this one right away. Let’s see.

Warning: this is a very long post. If you don’t know anything about Glee, it might not make sense. I didn’t include every single X-Men, as I can’t really imagine what they’d sound like. If you come in here and say, “where’s (blank),” I will put thumbtacks in your shoes.

If you have your own ideas, I’d love to hear them.

I feel like this goes without saying, but this is only focusing on the voices and performances, not the characters themselves. There would be some crazy comparisons, if that were the case.

I can see Emma sounding like Holly. If she was in Glee, she’d probably be a Cheerio, or a substitute teacher like Holly. Turning Tables is a good fit for Emma (definitely singing it about Scott or something like that). I can also hear her as Cassandra’s voice. She’d kill the Americano/Dance Again cover.

Yeah, I imagined Scott sounding like Finn, or maybe Blaine (only for his Cough Syrup performance, which I think fit Scott). I mostly imagine Finn because Jean probably sounds like Rachel, and Rachel always overpowers Finn in duets. That makes sense for Scott and Jean.

Following that line of thought, Jean’s song is definitely It’s All Coming Back To Me Now. But actually… Jean could also have that slow jam voice that Shelby has (Jean sounding like Elsa from Frozen is so funny to me). I just think I Dreamed a Dream fits Jean’s character so well. And also, Shelby ate Rachel up in Poker Face. Not my favorite cover from Glee at all, but Shelby sounded nice in it.

Warren would definitely be a Warbler. Hunter’s voice is very underrated, and I can see him doing Live While We’re Young. This may be controversial, but I actually kind of enjoyed the Whistle cover. It’s fun. Warren could pull it off. I can also hear him sounding like Elliott in my head. I never thought I’d hear Adam Lambert sing Marry The Night, but here we are.

Bobby probably wouldn’t be a Warbler, but I think Skylar’s voice matches him a lot. He’d have that bit of texture around the edges. My Sharona isn’t a favorite song of mine, but the energy has Bobby written all over it.

Okay, another Warbler one, I know, but a small part of me can hear Hank sounding like Sebastian (obviously, their characters aren’t anything alike). Part of me imagines Hank having a surprisingly soft voice, and Sebastian’s Want You Back performance is actually kinda good. But I’m going back and forth on it. I can can also hear him as Cooper Anderson. I think if we go with Blaine for Scott instead of Finn, he would do a great job duetting with Hank in Somebody That I Used To Know (one of Glee’s best covers, in my opinion).

Storm is 100% Jane. I can see her having a smooth voice that can easily fluctuate between soft and powerful, and Jane fits that so well. I don’t know why, but I like Glee’s Rather Be performance. I think it fits Storm a lot. That being said, she definitely pulls out the Tightrope performance at some point. She deserves it, it’s so good.

This might be favoritism, because Roderick is probably my top singer from Glee, but I think his Mustang Sally performance fits Gambit a lot. I really wish Roderick (and all of the season 6 kids) got more performances. I think Gambit would have a bit of that powerful soul sound and texture to his voice. And then he can sing Take Me To Church with Rogue as the harmony.

You know, Rogue can go a couple of different directions. I can actually see her being Quinn in Unpretty or Bree in Nasty, but maybe with a bit more twang. She’s a Cheerio in my head because Magneto would 100% send her to spy on Glee Club.

Kitty probably sounds like… Kitty. Maybe she’d do Everybody Talks with Piotr, who I’m back and forth on for sounding like Jake (if you can see the vision, Piotr would kill Jake’s Let Me Love You cover). But I can also see her being Britney in Me Against the Music, with Illyana as Santana. I can see Illyana sound like Santana, but also…

… Follow me with this. I feel like Illyana would be one of the top singers. She’d probably hide it, but she has a voice of an angel. And for that, she sounds like Mercedes in my head. I just think she has the ability to pull off that gospel sound and just chooses not to. Kitty would probably walk in on her singing And I Will Always Love You and be like, “bitch, you gotta join Glee club.” She’d kill Bust Your Windows, too. I just think Illyana has a lot of energy and power behind her voice.

I’m torn with Kurt. He could totally pull off Bryan Ryan in Piano Man or Dream On (it’s just someone has to be cursed with sounding like Will Schuester), but I kind of imagine him as Artie, too. If we go that gospel sound for Kurt that Artie has, I think he’d do something sweet like Isn’t She Lovely. But then he could be Rory in I Wanna Go Home. I feel like Kurt could hit some high notes. And he’s also a Cheerio at some point. Wanda convinced him.

Betsy is Santana. I will not elaborate. She just is. Betsy auditions with This Girl Is On Fire and kills it. She’d probably be a Cheerio at some point, too. And she can sing Smooth Criminal with Warren as Sebastian. Objectively one of the best Glee covers.

Jubilee… if she isn’t a joke character like Sugar, then I can actually imagine her sounding like Dani (yes, you heard that right, Jubilee sounds like Demi Lovato in my head… I just think her voice would be very textured). Jubilee would sound so sweet singing Here Comes the Sun with someone like Storm.

Kind of out of nowhere; Sue Sylvester’s Vogue performance reminds me of Moira. I can see Moira filling Ms. Pillsbury role in Glee, but her singing voice sounds like Sue in my head.

Okay, Wanda is either Madison or Tina. I think Madison fits very well, and she can even sing Come Sail Away with Pietro. But she might have a bit of that texture that Tina has. Her song would probably be Because You Loved Me if that were the case. Wither way, she’s 100% a Cheerio, since Magneto runs the cheer team.

Lorna has 2 different voices in my head. Like Wanda, I can see her sounding like Madison, but I kind of think she’d be great at ballads like Sunshine. She’d kill All By Myself, and then have a fun duet with someone in Telephone (maybe Wanda as Rachel, but let’s be for real, Sunshine ate Rachel up in Telephone). Sunshine just sounded so great.

Pietro in my head sounds like Mason. I’m not a bit Pietro fan, but I’ll bless him with the amazing performance of I Want To Break Free. You’re welcome, Pietro fans.

That’s all I can think of. Again, I’d love to hear your own thoughts.

[plaguethewaters]

@thetiredyuk i am having more Thoughts about that one - ranboo is the sone of death beeduo au. I was about to just send you an ask but also this is almost 2k words so it may be better off as a post lmfao

So like. bullet points time, this is an approximate summary of what i think the Plot would be like - wordbuilding aside

(Temporary mcd, suicide warning)

Year like, 1500 something (to be more well researched but i do want it to be like. something something renaissance. it works) we've got two poor ass kids born of the same year. Except tommy is pretty much a normal guy, liked by his family and such. His parents have enough children they can gamble for at least one to be successfull, so they send him to be a painter's apprentice in the hope he'll make some kind of money. There, in the slighter bigger town thats almost a city but not quite, he meets tubbo. Now Tubbo would have been a normal guy, except he was born with facial deformities so now everyone thinks he's a demonic freak hated by the gods (this renaissance world is politheistic bc kristin needs to be there and also i wil not do christianity if i dont have to lmao.)

Tommy is not intimidated by any gods. obviously. also his dad is really into the goddess of death and he prays enough for both of them, so he's like. protected and shite. And he immidiately hits it off with the cursed boy

surprise hes not actually cursed but people are dicks anyways. Tommy makes him a fancy mask to cover his face - even thought its totally cool as shit, but its cool enough only tommy should ever get to see it - and that eventually does help him. Because tubbo wasnt like, a shit guy. Hes a damn good builder and knows how to read, which are talents big enough that the costruction workers for that church out of town are ready to ignore the whole probably cursed thing. As long as he as the masks.

Tommy: makes him the first genuine gift hes ever received in fifteen years of life Tubbo: never takes it off again. like never Tommy: shocked pikachu face

anyways so tommy dies like. super young. They have their fun for a few years but at like seventeen tommy is called to be the artist for this very fancy duke of the town over - and at the start they'r super happy bc that means Money and Food and Roof over your head and shite. its a very good fucking deal.

except the noble is a bastard. His town revolts against him, and when they storm the castle they aren't exactly asking names or faces: tommy gets immidiately like, super destroyed by the crowd, and dies a few minutes later.

Tubbo hears of this like five months later bc its the fifteen hunderds and hes poor.

He does Not take it very well ngl

He goes a bit murdery - basically hes like "im not living without tommy, might as well burn down a village while im at it right, right."

Now ranboo, in all of this, freshly the equivalent of seventeen for an immortal death being, is starting on their training to actually become death- His mom send him on a quaint little village in europe thinking "hey, the most those guys die of is like. malaria. consumption maybe. itll be easy as hell"

And now like two hundred different souls are around him with FIRE written on their foreheads and Ranboo feels distinctly outside of his range, to be really honest.

he steps a couple ethereak planes down just to see what the heck is the matter - if this is another of those voide beings his mom will be Super Pissed and they want to see that reaction

And it isnt the void people

Instead, in front of their eyes, the singular most beautiful person hes ever seen - and hes seen lots, in this line of work.

He cant see their face, but their actions speak enough. The sheer rage, the almost dance like movement of their body perfectly framed by the light of their torch, seeing no humanity or mercy in whatever their searching for. their hair look angelic in its softness, burnt by the worst flames of hell and yet tended by the same hands who wield it - strong hands, clearly forged by hard work and dedication. This is a guy who has nothing to lose, and there's little Death loves most than someone who doesnt fear it.

He has to go down, has to speak to them immidiately.

So he does.

There's really no time - his mom had given the singular rule not to interact with humans, shell be on them in Seconds- but one question can be asked in the haste: "What brings a mortal to do this?"

"It's all for you, love!" the mortal says. They also say some other things, after, but Ranboo is not very well versed in the human tongue and they are speaking Very Loudly.

(Tubbo actually said "Fuck you, you motherfucker it's Your Fault, you took every single thing i love". Easy mistake, if one thinks about it.)

Their mom is Pretty Pissed but she does undesrtand stupid things done for young love. So she's like "eh, ive loved mortals too. go have fun" and everything

Except a year passes, and ranboo still hasnt even spoken to the guy, and she remembers suddenly Mortality Exists.

Shes never had them take a soul who died naturally - for lack of occasion, mostly - and they may have been. a tad sheltered. They most definitely do Not know what death actually is like for humans, nor how long does it take for them to die

she wonders if it would be a tad overprotective to take this over for them

she thinks about seventy years in the future, at most, when the boy dies. She thinks that her son cannot cry but can definitely cry. she thinks of their screams of sadness ringing through her ears-

Tubbo wakes up in the river, alive.

He did not Intend to be alive, and it's actually quite unfortunate for him to be so.The survivors are quite angry and probably close to him, now. Welp, no way to die is reallt any worse than another, he thinks. Ill just wait here for them.

When the pitchfork collapses his heart and he continues breathing, he understands something might be a little bit wrong.

And like, a good five hundred years pass like this.

Things Tubbo has learned in his five hundred, twenty three and two halves years on this demon forsaken earth:

Clothes get so much shittier over time. he has One (1) tailored shit from the 1800 and Nothing has even barely compared to it ever since.

getting stabbed does not hurt less just because youre not actually dying. Poisoning is actiively way worse since you're not actually dying. Diving off cliffs is Not Fun. In general, try not to do dying things even if youre immortal

theres a hole in his heart where his loved ones were and it will never get filled

Food gets esponentially better over time. Lord bless whoever decided curry should go on chicken because they were Cooking For Real. Chocolate was still better before though.

Working for soulles bosses has not changed At All in all of this time tho.

he works at mcdonalds because no college would accept his non existant resume, and being immortal dosent deprive him of his needs unfortunately. The manager took one look at this kid dressed from like three different centuries with a goat mask on his head and was like. why not. at least youre not a stoner and you know how to read.

His coworkers firmly believe hes a criptid and have a full going investigation to prove it. The highest bet at fifty dollars says hes mothman in disguise, there to eat the fliest that live on their shitty food. The lowest bets hes an angel waiting for the right time to brign down armageddon.

Every night he goes in the woods to an almost forgotten Death altar and he prays. Half of his prayers consist of insults and the other half are pleas for her to fucking kill him already

This does not help the criptid chronicles

Kristin also has like. only so much patience. Hes holding up the prayers line - which is actually still pretty fucking used in central asia - and hes generally annoying as shit.

She takes ranboo by the scruff, gives them a passable human form, and throws them down there. Get your shit together boy youre like a thousand years old. Get your man (to stop fucking with the phoneline)

Ranboo is Not Enthusiastic about this but cmon. Hes death. How hard can working at a mac really be?

Spoiler it is

Spoiler it does Not matter, because awkwardness aside ranboo is funny, and easy to talk to, and compassionate and caring. He doesnt want to kill tubbo, he doesnt look at him like hes a fictional creature (and yes marcie, hes seen the bet table), he isnt his soulless boss. Tubbo is grieving but he also very desperstely wants a friend.

One day someone stops at his shitty apartment at like three am

Ranboo stands in fron of his door drenched from head to toe, holding the possibly smallest kitten tubbo has ever seen in his Life. Hes miserable but the cat is miracoulously dry, screaming their head off - and ranboo is panicking. Are they okay are they dying? Do you have any food i dont know what he eats but its so small and i didnt know where else to go- please i dont want it to die or something and-

The moon shines on their long, wet hair and their stupid fucking suit is as wrinkled as ever. They look like they desperately want to rub their hands against each other but there is a kitten in the way and it probably makes them even more anxious - theres very little messes bigger than him, right now.

Tubbo falls in love.

They heal the kitten and keep enderchest in their now shared apartment.

They grow closer, and closer, and something is forming. Ranboo is aware a relationship cannot be based on lies, as much as it worries him how tubbo will react.

so he prepares like a romantic ass evening

roses and candles and a nice dinner with a fancy wine

tubbo almost gets flustered

except at the end of the night the confession isnt "i love you" but "im the guy who took away your only ffamily".

and he sees Red.

Ranboo doesnt remember what tubbo screamed, not exactly. He remembers grief, and crying, and feeling worse than he ever believed he could. He remembers the endless guilt sitting in his chest, and the slam of a door - maybe from the inside out. Hes definitely outside, now, and the house ifìs far away enough eh cant see it, but that could also be the tears.

His mother finds him crouched in a patch of grass, tears steaming down their cheeks in a constant flow. Shes not aware if they'd returned to death form to feel safer, or because they believed they deserved the burn. Shes not sure what option makes her feel worse.

shes aware that this is. pretty much her fault

TO HER DEFENSE she was not really aware humans were so touchy about death. The souls she reaps arent very talkative and the guy shes with is chill about it so like. maybe this one is weird

(the guy she's with is Phil, whos Decidly not a human but has also decided not to tell her yet. For the bit, yknow? He's been a live a couple thousand years, it would be awkward to drop it now. He's also somewhat a serial killer and Not Normal about death At All)

BUt this is still here fault and she does have to set it right a little bit

So she summons Tubbo to her persnoal room in the palace and goes like. "oi. why r u so mad little guy"

And hes like: you took away the single person whos ever loved me ever

"Wait that's the only problem?"

"What the fuck else would it be"

"thought u were mad at him cause he lied lol"

"LYING IS NOT WORSE THAN KILLING A GUY"

Anyways Kristen is so relieved rn. She thought tubbo was phisically like, repulsed by the concept of death and all, and he was mad that Ranboo lied to him and all. Which he is, but the rage is so so much less than the grief yknoe. And she knows how to fix it if its just one (1) measly soul

Tommy is so fucking confused

Th modern world is full of sounds and weird textures and the food is fucking fantastic but also Too Much, and Tubbo introduced him to this weird ass potion hed called a bong and now hes seeing gods the likes of which had never been discoveres

Over all hes just happy to be alive and with his best friend

He kinda hates ranboo. The fucker threw a scyte at him for no reason when tommy would have Almost Certainly survived because he is simply That Cool. Ranboo didn't believe in his awesomeness enough and is thus a Bitch

Tubbo is. iffy

He cant deny he has a teensy tiny crush now, because hes far too deep in this for that

But also ranboo did like. lie straight to his face

but also tubbo would Not have believed him if a random guy showed up at three am at a mcdonalds saying they were the child of death

and he Did trust that what he saw in ranboo was real, betrayal aside. No one fakes looking That much like a wet cat

so it does take a while. couple years in fact, to get back at the level of trust they had before (inster a cool anime montage where they have lots of fun together as roommates and cats coparents and all)

One night when they are - not back together, because they hadnt been dating before, but back to that almost definitely dating just not officialized stage- ranboo asks him if would ever want to be mortal again.

And tubbo thinks of it. His time on earth had been so plagued by grief hed never really ecperienced anything it had to offer. Hed never seen the sights or did anything at all besides praying for death, and thats kind of a shitty way to pass five hundred years

'But tubbo what about your humanity? wouldnt it be irrevocabily lost by giving awau something so fundamentally human as death" someone would ask. And tubbo would anser "ehh who cares"

He hasnt been fully human since hes burned that whole village down, anyway. And he likes the benefits of this life more than whateer moral superiority a Normal human would have over him

just-

"and tommy too, obviously. I get the feeling you dont like him dead" Ranboo jokes.

There's no decision at all then. Fuck yeah, immortal boyfriend and immortal brother what more could a fucker want.

They get to cause chaos on earth and probably kill a bunch of rich people for a long long time

the end :)

Im like. very tentatively calling this Deathless Death, in the vane hope that i will write something for this better thant bullet points. But for now bullet points it is