#I love her so much...I agree with everything she says even when it's snarky and used against me <3

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K I’m not too deep into voyager yet but I always imagined T’pel as having the same kinda fanatical religious streak as Tuvok. I think they both go weak in the knees for the teaching of surak in a very unlogical way you know? I imagine her as a Vulcan whose maybe too enthusiastic about being one. She’d go on and on to whoever would listen in a monotone voice about how great logic is and excuse it by saying she’s teaching them or something but she’s just really passionate about it lol. Her and Tuvok go on dates and just do Vulcan Bible study for five hours.

From the little of her I’ve seen in the show I think of her as being heavily invested in Vulcan culture and tradition as well, again to the point of it being less logical and more emotional. Like she’d do something in a way that was super tedious just because she wants to do it in a traditional way to preserve and experience history.

also she’s got a lot of that tuvok hater streak in her. She will be petty about how much more she knows about certain topics!! She will gossip about how illogical other Vulcans are being!!

He wants a church girl who goes to church aN readsER Bible!!!

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Silence and Peace

Percy Jackson x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n doesn't like Percy very much, until one quiet night changes everything.

Warnings: use of Y/n, female reader, kinda suggestive, no specific cabin,

Wordcount: 1.8k

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In the quiet hours of Camp Half Blood, when all campers were asleep and nobody could disturb her peace, Y/n sat on the beach. Watching the waves crash against the shore longingly like they were her second home. She watched the ocean come and go. She watched the sand cover her feet and making her sink deeper every time a wave came to her. For her, that was freedom. Long hours of silence. A peace so immaculate nobody could blame her for it. Nobody could make her drown in agony in those moments.

Not even Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon. The boy who watched her from afar one night and couldn’t look away ever since. He watched her helping other campers with a mesmerizing look in his eyes. One that screamed at everyone walking past, “that is gonna be my girl.”

And if she loved the ocean so much, she would love him the same, right? Wrong. She wasn’t his girl. She never even though about being his girl. He was always just Percy Jackson. The boy who bullied her for being older but still smaller than him. It wasn’t even that much of time between them. Seven months. Seven months was enough for him to make fun of her. Because Percy had no idea how to get a girls attention otherwise.

So that was his plan. Make her hate him if that was the only way for him to talk to her. Stupid boy.

Percy was stupid; you could ask about a dozen people and they would agree. He wasn’t dumb, but stupid. That kind of stupid that would get defeated by Annabeth after being distracted by a girl walking by. That kind of stupid that would stumble over his own feet when she approached him to complete her duties at camp. That kind of stupid that walked over to her one night and sat down next to her with nothing but static silence and the rapid sound of his heartbeat in his head. He was stupid in love.

“Why do you always watch the ocean but never go in?” He asked, scaring the girl and making her look at him wide eyed.

“I-” she began talking before shutting up. Every time she saw him, she prepared herself to get a snarky remark out of his mouth instead of a civil conversation. Though now he talked to her like a normal person. He talked to her like they were friends. “What are you doing here?”

Percy chuckled, averting his eyes from the moon towards her. Eyes sparkling, a kind of tiredness filling his face. “I don’t think you should be the one asking.”

It wasn’t meant mean. It wasn’t meant harmful in any way. However Y/n received enough comments with the same tone to roll her eyes and look away from him in annoyance. In her head, he wasn’t there to keep her company or even - dare I say - comfort. He was only there to annoy and tease her.

“Look, Percy, I was really enjoying my peace before you came, so maybe, would you be so kind, and leave me alone. Just this once. In the morning you can say whatever you wanna say to me, just not tonight,” she said, pulling her knees to her chest and letting her head rest on them, her voice tired and stifled.

Percy looked at the girl like she was going insane. Like somehow she murdered three people and wasn’t afraid for him to be the next. Which, Percy assumed, probably was one thought in her head at the moment. Even when he could never imagine her doing harm to anyone or anything. She was the smart, kind, classy girl in camp. The sweet, blooming field of flowers that everyone adored. Him included. He adored her.

“You know, when I’m seeking peace at night, I also visit the ocean,” he told her, making her look up at him. She was surprised he was still sat next to her, talking in tranquility. It felt foreign, yet normal in a fascinating sense to her. A person can be so different at night. Or was it only because he was at peace now? “Lately it felt like I visited a girl as well.”

It took her a moment, but then she understood what he meant. This wasn’t the first time he came here. It was, however, the first time he made himself known, which surprised her. When you think of Percy Jackson the first adjectives would be sarcastic, extroverted and brave not shy, calm and soft. At least not to her.

“You were watching me?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and, what Percy assumed to be disgust, but actually it was surprise. Y/n was surprised that he seemed interested in her.

“I also like to swim, but that wasn’t possible since you occupied the ocean’s attention for most of the time,” he told her, sighing in acted sadness.

Y/n laughed at his terrible performance, making him smile in return. “You should’ve just walked past. I would’ve been gone in a second if I knew it was you.”

Something in that sentence made Percy’s heart drop. Maybe it was the face that she would’ve been gone. Or maybe it was because she would’ve been gone because it was him. Anyway, something about it made him uncomfortable in his own skin.

“You also could’ve stayed,” he told her, not looking at her, missing the soft smile and tender look dancing in her eyes. “Bet you wouldn’t have minded seeing me without a shirt.” There it was. The comment she waited for, combined with the smirk she knew all too well. Percy was terrible at flirting and she wouldn’t have said what she eventually did if they hadn’t been all alone at this hour.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have.”

Percy’s mouth stood open with surprise, while she shrugged nonchalant and bit her lower lip to suppress a laugh that wanted to escape her so badly. The boy wasn’t used to her actually jump on the joke and tease him back, though he couldn’t deny that he somehow liked it.

After a moment of thinking, he took his chance. Pulling his shirt over his head and making his way towards the water, he turned to her with a smirk. “Well, if that’s the case.”

Y/n wanted to watch the beach, she came specifically to this place to do just that. Watch the waves and the shore and the sky and the moon. Though now her eyes were focusing on something else. She watched Percy dip in the water, breaking the surface, with such gentleness, she wanted him to touch her just the same. She watched him swim for a bit. Watched him look at her and act like he was being attacked to get a laugh out of her. His head sticking out of the water to watch her reaction. When he saw her enjoying his company for once, he smiled back. It was nice knowing to be the reason for one’s happiness. Especially someone you wanted to make happy every day.

As he came back, Y/n tried to keep her focus on the moon, only betraying her quest when Percy sat down next to her again. Shirt still laying next to him.

Percy turned his head, only in time to catch her eyes traveling over his now shivering body. The night air hitting his skin with discomfort.

“You should put your shirt back on or you’re gonna get sick,” she said, looking at him. Her eyes catching a water drop sliding down his face and following it. He ignored her comment but still put his shirt back on.

“When you said that you would’ve gone if I was to just walk past and into the water, was that only because of me or would you have gone if any other person would’ve been in my position?” He asked her, making her look away from him again. She didn’t answer though Percy knew the answer now. “You don’t like me very much.”

“It’s hard to like you, when you constantly try to embarrass me,” she said, finally. Finally she didn’t just walk past him, ignoring his comments like they weren’t meant for her. Though it was obvious to everyone.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you,” Percy admitted. Grover was right, he thought.

After he finally told someone about his crush on the girl, Grover was quick to educate him that that wasn’t the way to get a girlfriend. “I was just trying to get your attention,” he admitted quietly.

Y/n laughed at that, her hand over her mouth. “Why would you want my attention?” She asked him.

“What?” Percy didn’t understand how that seemed so impossible to the girl next to him.

“Percy, be serious. You couldn’t possibly want my attention so bad. I mean, why would you? You have the attention of all the girls, why mine?”

Percy had never been so mad at himself and at her too. He wanted to tell her that he was just joking. He wanted to tell her that he had no idea why he wanted her. But the truth was he knew. He laid awake enough nights asking himself the same question. Then again, he was mad at her for thinking that. He was mad again at her that she couldn’t see all what he saw in her in herself.

“I like you, okay? I really do. I like the way you talk kindly to everyone and I like your smile and your cleverness. I like that you’re always there for everyone and that you listen to me even though I’ve been horrible to you,” he told her it all. Everything that he thought about he told her. “I like your bubbly personality and how you can’t seem to stand normal after staying up for a moment. I like how messy you are and yet put together. I like your face and your eyes and you. I like you for how you are.”

“Well, Jackson, your strategy isn’t really good. I mean, teasing a girl to get her attention usually just works in books,” she told him.

Percy couldn’t believe it. He just poured her a cup of his heart and she decides to dump it into the ocean.

“But this is nice,” she eventually added. “I like this side of you. The quite and vulnerable one. The one who’s flirty and sarcastic in a lovable way. The one who fakes his death to make me laugh.”

“What does that mean now?” Maybe she didn’t dump it all in the ocean. Only a part of it. The part she didn’t like.

“It means that if you show me more of that side, I could eventually start liking you too. Would that be alright?” She asked hoping for a yes and a agreement from him.

She got more though. She got a relieved ‘yes’, a promise and a smiling and blushing boy.

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Call me obsessed | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her) ― Word count: 2.2k ― Warnings: +18; not proofread; suggestive content and graphic description of sex (p in v, fingering, dirty talk, praising kink, mean!dom mick, squirting, no protection); jealous!mick; Minors DNI! ― Summary: Everyone talks about how good it is to date someone who’s exactly like you, but Mick has been finding it hard to believe, especially when his girlfriend has the same sunshine energy as him. The problem? Too many friendly flirts around her. And though he’s not a jealous guy, he finds himself ready to praise her and prove to her that he’s the only one. You can say he's obsessed. ― A/n: I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts by reblogging and/or leaving me an ask (anons are on) *mwah* 🤍

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It was past midnight. The party was in full swing. Everyone seemed too busy either with drinks, dance, or lip moves. Mick had a beer bottle in his hands and he listened to whatever his group of friends loudly chattered about while keeping an eye on Yn. Well, or trying to keep an eye on her since Yn would fly and disappear around the packed club as if she were literally a social butterfly. 

For a long time, people have been comparing the couple. They always pointed out Yn as the sunshine girl, just like Mick was the sunshine boy. You would never see her raise her voice or be openly rude. Her snarky comments were usually very subtle, and the only thing that gave Yn a hard time when the subject was flying under the radar on how she was feeling was her eyes. Which, curiously, was the same as the Schumacher boy. 

He would stare the person up and down or arch his eyebrows in confusion. Sometimes he would let out a fake laugh, and his eyes would tell everything you needed to know about how he was feeling.

And contrary to everything people tend to say about dating someone who shared a lot in common, their relationship was amazing. They were able to agree on disagreeing, and when they shared the same opinion they would often gossip about it whenever it involved famous people. Both not being so open to doing it with anyone else. They were each other's favorite confessors. 

“Fucking finally,” he mutters in her ear when she slots herself between his legs, a big smile on her lips, her forehead a bit damp from going around talking with everyone. 

“I’m sorry, babe, I just met Jana’s girlfriend, she’s so funny, I love them. We were talking abo-” 

“The team’s social media manager?” Mick asked, kissing her naked shoulder, and Yn nodded. “Not even I know Jana this close.” 

“Your girlfriend is the social butterfly, Mick,” Esteban, who was sitting at the barstool beside them, stated. “She’s just like you, but much more open to new friends. Where you’re kinda shy, she’s…” he stopped, hands on his chin. “How do you say extravertie?” he asked himself.

“I think it’s extroverted, Estie,” Yn said, turning her front to Mick.

“Yeah, oui! Where Mick’s a bit shy, you’re extroverted. So it’s like sunshine and double sunshine,” he explained, but neither the German nor Yn was paying much attention this time, too wrapped up in each other’s stare.

“You look so pretty tonight. Prettier than ever,” Mick whispered in her ear, and Yn draped her body on his, kissing his heart through his white shirt. 

“You look like quite the catch too,” was her answer. 

And when Mick leaned in to connect their lips in a kiss, he was interrupted by Lando, “Yn, Yn, Yn, he’s about to play the song we asked for.”

And before Mick or Esteban can question ‘Who’s he?’ Yn explained that it was the DJ who was super friendly and ended up friends with Lando and her, to which the French guy just arched an eyebrow to his best friend, as if saying, ‘See my point? Double sunshine’. Yn kisses Mick’s cheeks briefly, and in the blink of an eye, she disappears in the crowd stopping here and there to talk to people that the Schumacher was almost sure she just met that weekend. And you see, he wasn’t a jealous guy, far from that. Mick knows Yn loves him. He knows she’s someone warm and happy, and that seems to call people to her, and though people say that they’re the same he secretly thinks that everyone’s in love with her, not with him. 

And he doesn’t judge. 

He’s in love with her too.

The problem is that lately, everyone is on her lane, so much they can’t seem to catch a break, and the line is crossed for him that night when he’s in a friend’s circle and Yn gets there straight into Pierre’s waiting arms exchanging some kind of internal joke. And he knows Pierre’s a flirt as a joke. He knows the French is very much in love with Kika. But the second one of the guys asks if Yn is Pierre’s girlfriend Mick is fuming. 

“No,” it’s Mick’s monosyllabic answer before he brings Yn to his embrace, holding her in front of his body and burying his head on her neck. He doesn’t even register that Kika is right beside Pierre laughing at the way they got it all wrong and explaining that Yn is just like Mick, rarely, somebody doesn’t like her. 

When he closed his teeth after nipping at her skin, pinching her pulsing point, Yn held back a whine and laced their fingers. And it was just what Mick needed to drag her out of there. He doesn’t stop to say goodbye, doesn’t stop to explain why they’re leaving, they just navigate between the crowds to the waiting drivers outside the club. The second they reach the hotel and get inside the elevator, Mick is all over her and that fire is completely new to Yn. So much so that she can’t even formulate a question about what got him like that, because he answers for himself too, when he mumbles “Gotta show them you’re mine. Show them you can be friendly with everyone, but there’s one side of you that only I can see.” 

Yn relishes in the feeling of being trapped between the elevator walls and his hard body, the way one of his thighs presses against her core and he holds her face between his big hands, making her lips pluck just for him. In fact, everything she would do that night would be just for him. For their pleasure only. In the security of being free to be as nasty as she wanted because that was just what Mick was doing by whispering the most unholy things in her ears. 

She was fucked.

Would literally be in just a few seconds, there wasn’t any doubt about it.

Once they were inside his room, Mick made quick work of taking off her dress, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air of the room, her nipples hardening in an instant, she whimpered asking for his touch.

“Oww, poor girl. I haven’t even touched you yet, Schatzi,” he mocked, holding the strings of her panties in his hands and pushing it up a bit, dragging the material right on her clit. Yn moaned, and he smirked deviously. He was being mean because he could and because he knew it turned her on, “I wonder how wet that pussy is.” 

“It’s for you, Micky. All for you,” she manages to breathe out her answer. 

“I bet it is, Schatzi. I bet you kept thinking about me losing my patience, dragging you into one of those bathrooms, and fucking you until they all heard you screaming,” his dirty words kept going dragging more and more moisture from her body. Making it hotter. “Or did you think about me fingering you under the table?” he chuckled maliciously, and louder when Yn grabbed one of his hands and pushed it inside her pants.

Mick shook his head, keeping his fingers still right on top of her clit, “tsk tsk, that’s not how this works, Yn. You know that though everyone says you’re a ray of sunshine, you’re actually a bad girl, don’t you? You tease me so much by being just like me, it’s not even fair,” he remarks. 

“Micky, I-” she’s interrupted by his pointer finger on top of her lips. 

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson tonight, OK?” Yn could swear she never saw that gleam in his eyes. “You’re mine and only mine. Ok?” he repeated his last remark, grabbing her chin and turning her face to his. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Now that’s improving,” Mick nodded, and finally his fingers dragged on her slit, feeling how wet and piling she was for him. He took his time caressing her, circling her clit, and getting so close to inserting his fingers, that Yn wanted to scream at him whenever he retreated.

That was mean.

He knew that was mean.

He was having fun with it all. 

But it did not take him long to push her against the mattress of their bed. Big hands held Yn’s waist in place while she tried to make herself as comfortable as she could, supporting her body on her arms, face down on the pillows, and ass up in the air like a piece of art made for his eyes only. Yn heard the drag of his zippers, and his pants coming down. She heard the material of his shirt, and she heard the slap he gave on her ass too, moaning into the bed. 

She felt dizzy, a rush of ecstasy running through her body when he pushed her panties to the side and bottomed out in one swift motion splitting her in two. She felt her arousal messing where their bodies intertwined and his firm grip on her waist that would certainly leave bruises behind. The cotton of her piece of clothing pushed deliciously against her clit, and she had to register both feelings when Mick draped part of his body on top of her and bit her shoulder. 

“Stay still,” he commanded, and Yn shuddered with how sinful his desire was, “Now show me how much you need me.” She pushed her hips back sending shockwaves through their bodies, starting a lazy pace, with deep but slow strokes.

“I need more, Micky,” Yn cried out, without stopping her movements. She turned her face slightly trying to make eye contact and he caressed her spine with one hand, “Please, give me more, love.” 

And that he did. Mick moved one strong leg to the bed, his other foot planted on the ground, and dived into her pussy with strength and pace, taking moans out of Yn. He felt the sweat start at his hairline, and his hands gripping her waist started to slip, making him sink his short nails into her skin. His frantic moves brought them closer to their orgasms, and when he felt her walls contract against his dick he gripped her neck bringing her back flush to his front, creating a new angle and hitting new spots that made Yn see stars. She gripped his waist and slid her hand to his ass digging her own nails there. 

Mick grunted and lost a bit of the self-control he had, slipping dirty words in German on her ear. 

“You’re taking me so well, being such a good girl for me.”

“All for you, just for you, Mick,” she whimpers moments before he tells her to milk his cock, to let go, to jump off because he’s ready to catch. And Yn does just that. She cums and Mick’s not far behind, giving her just a few more strokes to ride her orgasms and reach his. 

“You look so sexy fucked up like this,” the German mumbles after a second of silence catching his breath. Yn smiles lazily. “But I want one more, give me one more, Schatzi.”

Yn lies on her back now, Mick hovering over her, eyes searching for hers in an attempt to make sure she’s still navigating the same boat, feeling the same waters. There’s a wicked glow in her eyes too. He smirks. 

Still holding eye contact with Yn, Mick drags his shaft on her slit, messing his dick with their juices, before sliding inside again. She purred in his ear, lacing her arms around his broad shoulders. Mick rolled his hips, and Yn bucked hers, looking for relief again. Searching the shockwaves. 

“I’ll never get enough of you,” She confesses, and he grins on her neck, nipping her skin.

“Say my name,” this time his forehead was touching hers, blue orbs trained on hers, and when she moaned his name Mick snapped his lower half, dragging his body against hers. “You’re taking me so well. Always takes me so well. Such a good girl now. I’m obsessed with you. Love you so much, Schatzi,” he praises. 

Mick gives another series of commands, telling Yn not to take her eyes off him, to roll her hips, to dig her nails into his shoulders, and to moan louder. She does it all. She does everything in a trance. Each syllable is pronounced against his lips, each movement is made with the permission of his eyes. There’s too much to gather, too much to concentrate, she feels her body convulsing, a sob passing between her open lips, right before the gates are opened and she’s squirting for the first time. Pussy gushing on Mick and their bed. Making a mess of everything, and making him cum right on the spot while watching everything unfold. His eyes keep going from hers to their joined bodies, to hers again, and he smirks proudly before they both slump in a mess of sweat, cum, and limbs on the bed. 

“That was so hot,” he blushed. After saying the dirtiest things and doing them all, Mick Schumacher blushed. 

“You gotta keep teaching me lessons. I feel like I have so much more to learn,” Yn joked with a giggle, and he kissed her chin. 

“If it depends on how friendly you are, I’m gonna teach you you’re mine after every social gathering.”

“I kinda like this new side of you.”

“Kinda?” he arches his brows. Y/n can almost hear him mentioning the hottest sex they’ve ever had. She smiles.

“A lot, actually. I like it a lot.” 

“I thought so too.”

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[moghedien]

honestly I'm just constantly obsessing over the Lae'zel romance scenes, but like I think I've finally decided which version of the duel (you winning or her) I prefer from just like a character standpoint.

because in the moment I went back and forth with both versions because I wasn't sure, but then ended up staying with the version where I win, and I think that's my preference now because it just feels like a subtler but more intense mind fuck to Lae'zel if you take everything that happened up into this point into account.

and do not get my wrong, i think the version where she wins is absolutely a mind fuck to her for many reasons, and I do love it. like her realizing that you aren't weak and she's like horrified at having hurt you and that very concept confusing her? amazing. we love her for it.

but if you win the duel, I feel like that forces her to recontextualize soo much more if you played the romance how I did at least. because basically any time she told me to submit, i did. I never tried to be the dominant one. I never even really teased her for being soft in certain circumstances or got snarky with her or got upset when she'd be like possessive and demeaning.

and I imagine that the githyanki sex rituals dictate that like the weaker one is submissive one and so obviously Lae'zel was the stronger one your relationship and if you did nothing to dissuade her of that fact then you obviously agree. there's no love or preference in it. There's just like desire and physical need and ability that decides who's doing what.

and I feel like this is backed up by the conversation when you can turn the one night stand into a two night stand, where she's like "you look weak and pathetic when you look at me. you look terrified." And also the fact that you can request that she stay and cuddle you afterward in that scene and she's like, baffled and upset by that suggestion. She calls it pointless grappling and a waste of muscles. like sex is combative to her. If you're not fighting for dominance or directly getting off in that moment, then what's the point? and if you embarrass her by suggesting she's never cuddled before, then she tries to get back at you by pointing out that she killed some kind of creature and you haven't. like do not get it twisted. dominance in sex is like expressly tied to actual strength and weakness outside of sex to her.

So if you win the duel? If you've been unquestioningly letting her dominant you in every sexual encounter and then only to turn around and fucking annihilate her in battle the first time you're actually going head to head, 1v1?

Imagine how much that must fuck with her perceptions what your relationship has been up until this point.

Because now its not even just her realizing that she has feelings for you that she doesn't know how to deal with. Oh no. She's realizing that every single time she's told you to submit and you did, its not because you couldn't dominate her. Its not because you were afraid of her or thought you were weaker than her. Its not because you couldn't flip things around on her. its not just that you were so lustful toward her that you submitted just to be able to have sex. It's because you specifically wanted to be the submissive one and you wanted her to do what she wanted with you.

You coulda kicked her ass at any time. And you never even tried. You never even hinted at it.

and god, the cuddling? You didn't want that just to distract or as some trick to exhaust her? You just wanted to cuddle? you wanted to be soft and hold each other just for the sake of it?

and the fact that its only after the duel that she asks you to be gentler with each other now and she says its the most terrifying thing she's ever done just kinda hammers that home for me. Because she realized it isn’t weakness that makes her (and you) want those things. It’s still scary to ask for though…

Like I'm just saying, if you've just unquestionably submitted to her and then you kick her ass, then she's not just grappling with the fact that she's having feelings. She's grappling with the fact that you've been having feelings this entire time and were much more aware of it than her, and that didn’t make you weak, so maybe it doesn’t make her weak either?

[bronx-bomber87]

Hello lovely fandom and happy Wednesday. Wanted to get this review out sooner than the last. Since I was delayed and late last week. With good reason I know but Wed was my original goal. So wanna stick to it for this next one.

Ahhh the 100th ep. Had we had full seasons in 1-3 would’ve been last year. But that is neither here nor there HA. Also it's our ILY ep ❤️ This is a PACKED ep for them. So did my best per usual for gif space. They had wall to wall moments which is amazing but daunting for reviews ha The gif puzzle was a hard one but I got it worked out. Do love a challenge. Anyways let us begin.

6x02 The Hammer

Our couple starts up still icy and tense af. I relate to Tim so much in this first scene. Shocker I know. I’m very much the kind to be like. 'It sucked, I noted it sucked, I was upset and now we’re moving on.' I hate beating a dead horse if I feel the subject has been talked to death. Now that isn't this situation but it is the jist of the scene for Tim at least. Lucy asking if they can talk Tim says yes BUT there’s nothing to talk about. Now, where I am like Tim in wanting the expedience of a situation to be over, I'm not in how he handled the end of the scene above. Just avoiding it completely. I have grown quite a bit due to therapy thankfully.

So this is where he and I differ in this tiff. What he's doing used to be my M.O. Where as now I still want it over quickly but I now I follow it up with how I recognize how I can be better. If I’m in the wrong that is. I ask what I can do moving forward so doesn’t happen again? Asking what I could do next time to make sure they don't feel that way in the future? Or if I’m the wronged party explaining what I need so this doesn’t happen next time. As we know our boy is pre-therapy Tim atm so he does none of those things….Communication as we know not their strong suit.

Lucy wants to talk it out more in detail. Seeing their fight as another bigger fight to come. She isn’t wrong at all. First time I've agreed with her in this prolonged fight. It totally is a pending issue. Lucy tells him just wanting to move on isn’t healthy. Definitely isn't. And he is riled up from the insinuation. Tim just wants to shove it into a box until that issue comes to light again. Which again isn’t the healthiest approach to what she is aiming at. The reality is right or not Lucy hurt him deeply. He clearly isn’t over that and it’s reflected in their convo above. The start to the ep is a fraught one for them.

Lucy meets up with Angela to go over 'The Hammer.' Which she is more than happy to help her out with. What she doesn’t know is she’s about to step in the middle of a lover's quarrel. Which is going to make her even happier tbh. LOL This is one of those 'Angela is the fandom moments.' Where she’s just sitting back and enjoying the show. Her face while she watches the chaos unfold is everything. Look at her above. She is gleeful she lucked into this fight.

Their bickering has reached astronomical married levels. It’s written all over Angela’s face as she watches them argue. With their pot shots, passive aggressive comments, and the fact they’re fighting like she’s not even there anymore. Lastly just the all around husband and wife banter they're displaying for her. The 100th ep delivered in so many ways. This scene is one of them. Our on screen shipper is having the time of her life with this. Not hiding her delight in the least.

She signed on for help then got popcorn and a show to go with it. They don’t even notice her presence till she interjects ‘Let what go?’. They’re so wrapped up in their fight they had forgotten she was there. Angela wouldn’t be Angela without shooting off a snarky reply as they take off. 'Maybe I'll go too. Grab some popcorn on the way for the show.' So bummed couldn't get this one in gif wise. But I’m dying of laughter when Tim says she isn’t funny. Her firing back to 'She’s hysterical. Ask Wesley' LMAO

They arrive at the Hammer's apt and Tim is trying to give Lucy the rundown. Attempting and failing to be clipped and professional with her. But this is Lucy so that was never gonna happen. lol He mentions his real name is Billy Bob Bennett. Lucy touches his arm like she does so naturally and laughs. Asking if that’s really his name? That no wonder he goes by his nickname. Trying to lighten the vibe. Sadly her touch does nothing to soften his annoyance. Tim is still in grumpy mode and didn’t find this funny in the least.

Asking if he can just finish his good news/bad news? Lucy apologizes and say knock yourself out…Not wanting to fight any further on the subject. Tim continues on saying he has a felony warrant. So they could kick down his door if they wanted right now. Which is the good news. Lucy mentions he bought the ring legally though… Which is the bad news. So he has no reason to give them the ring. That he won’t be any more inclined to give it to them when they arrest him.

It’s here we watch Tim hesitate and it’s hilarious. Lucy is watching him with amused eyes wondering why. Has the look of a man who's seen things. haha Tim explains he loves to fight but more importantly he loves to fight cops more than anything. Hence the nickname. It’s the gentle way he pushes her toward his front door after his 'Ladies first.' line LOL I was laughing so hard. She’s smiling even mad she loves this goober of a man. Who says chivalry is dead eh?

When the Hammer opens the door he looks agro af. I love them being in-sync with putting their hands up. Even in a fight they are simpatico in the field. Lucy explains the situation with the ring while hubby nods along. This scene is gold. Hammer mentions the ring was legally bought. This is where she offers him the deal. That if he just gives them the ring they’ll give him a head start. Give him 20 minutes to grab the future misses and go to ground. They won’t start the hunt and call back up till then.

Of course living up to his reputation that’s not enough to get him to bite. He rather fight it out. Want's a fair fight. One on one. They win they get the ring and he gets arrested. Hammer wins he keeps the ring and they arrest him. I remember getting a flash back of the Pilot in this moment. Tim telling her she’s gonna have to fight him lmao Just like last ep the massive different between now and then is he’s in love with Lucy.

She tells him one will care what he looks like tomorrow LOL That she has to be beautiful and in a dress. I mean she isn’t wrong. But also I very much care about what he looks like at that wedding haha Lucy gives him all the heart eyes when he concedes and says ‘Let’s go.’ Even though she can handle herself no way he'd actually make her take this bullet mad or not. Do love her saying 'You got this.' before the fight begins. Ever the supportive wifey.

First off I cannot believe there isn’t a gif set of this fight. (Not that I could fit it in ha but still)There's one of Lucy’s reactions to the fight. But not of the fight itself. Which is a travesty because it’s sexy af on Tim’s part. The song running through the scene is perfection per usual. Second watching this fight makes me cringe at first. Not cause I don’t think it’s amazing. I love it. As stated earlier it's sexy af and impressive. What makes me cringe is having the back issues I have now and Tim having them as well. Hurts to watch for that reason. Hammer wipes floor with him at first. Idk how he isn’t tore up from the floor up after this lol

Lastly I do adore Lucy’s reactions to this. Worried wife mode has been activated. Mad as she is it pains her to not step in. She wants to at first and Tim stops her. Gesturing his hand to not intervene. Couldn’t fit that part in but I adored it. Hammer wanted a fair fight, and being the honorable man he is, Tim will uphold that. He knows Lucy can hold her only with the best of 'em. But Hammer would’ve been pissed had she jumped in to help him. Still I know it was killing her to watch him get tossed around like he did. Tim was NOT winning at first.

Now back to why this fight is sexy. It’s the way Tim holds his own. He gets tossed around like a rag-doll at first. Then learns how the Hammer moves and adapts. If you don’t think him launching himself off that bed and power kicking into his chest isn’t incredibly sexy, we can’t be friends. LOL It's insanely attractive how he took his ass down after that move. Holy hell. Look at those biceps in action. Bulging and sinfully delicious *fans self* I need some ice water. He could put me in a hold like that anytime....Lucy looks so relieved when he gets the ring and Hammer is passed out cold. Her reactions through out were primo though.

Next comes the best part of the scene. Tim staggers over and grabs the ring. Panting and completely out of breath. Damn near ready to pass out. Now this portion of him being on one knee as he hands her the ring. *screams into a pillow* This is foreshadowing at it's finest folks. Alexi wouldn’t have put this in there if he wasn’t gonna cash in on it one day. I truly believe that. The looks they share as well are so damn loaded. Look at the shared looks as he holds up the ring. Oh my lord.

Especially Lucy’s as she accepts the ring and looks down at him. Feeling all the feels we were in the moment. I remember A.H. saying there would be a moment that would launch a thousand gifs. He wasn’t wrong. This was an iconic moment in an episode full of them for our ship. Lucy is riddled with emotion and can barely choke out ‘Good job.’ You know she wants to marry this man. Stubborn streak and all. In that brief moment when he’s staring up at her that hits her. Stuns her a little too honestly. Melissa does a wonderful job conveying all that.

I remember seeing a great set for this. Had him kneeling on one knee from 5x17 when they're in sally port. Then 6x02. The caption read ‘Third time is the charm.’ In my heart of hearts I believe that. Next time he’s on one knee it’s going to be to ask Lucy Chen to marry him. To be his wife. What a beautiful day that’ll be. *dreamy sigh* That being said this moment was meant to be foreshadowing no doubt in my mind. The way the shot was framed and everything screamed that. It is funny to cap it off with Tim passing the hell out after it all haha Along with Lucy’s ‘Oh.’ as he collapses. It's hilarious. Poor Tim.

We move onto the unconventional bachelor/bachelorette parties. Because yes even though our ship is the best part of this ep, there is still a wedding to be had LOL I loved how this was written and shot. How it bounces back and forth between both parties. And how it’s about Chenford for most part not John/Bailey. Cause let’s be real. Ain’t no one watching this ep for their actual wedding. Also loved how this had that amazing rom-com vibe all over it. Made me very happy and I was here for it.

This portion shows us what we already know. They both got issues and aren’t confronting them. Celina’s comments crack me up. She’s new to shipping Chenford but is a shipper none the less. Basically being like you guys are what I’m striving for in my love life. So please work it out haha Tim noting they’re great when she’s not accusing him of made up transgressions. I mean he’s got you there Lucy....

Once again I’m on Tim’s side with this back and forth dialogue. Yes he was deeply traumatized by what happened with Isabel. But she is projecting onto him in this instance. Because she isn’t ready for all that comes with UC/detective. Chastity has a solid reply to Lucy about UC. A mic drop one really. We all know she is actually dreading what might happen now that she has him. Chastity trying to get Lucy to confront she's scared. Breaking News. She doesn't...She throws it back on Tim instead unfortunately.

Said this before just because you are good at something doesn’t mean it’s your destiny. Having to leave him for possible months at a time is shaking her. Also with how dangerous it is. That it increases the fact she could not come home to him. The detective exam makes UC a legit reality. One I don’t think Lucy really thought about because it was a distant future. Now that it’s closer she’s hitting the panic button HARD. Not only that but projecting onto Tim with this fight they’re still in. She’s in massive denial and it’s all over her in this scene.

Lucy breaks off from the party. She is meeting Tim at the station but she’s not sure why. I love how cute Tim is just waiting for her. So pleased with himself for this solution. Looking mighty yummy in his black shirt all wired up. Telling Lucy she can ask him whatever she wants. Just like the last ep he’s desperate to proof he’s on her side. That he’s truly rooting for her. Lucy gets excited asking if she can ask him anything? Tim is confused and says the point was to ask him about detective/UC….

I adore how Lucy instantly throws him off. How she crowds him and flusters him in the process. Saying they should be 'Thorough' as she scoots closer to him. Madam you aren't here to turn him on haha The way she approaches him says otherwise. Look at that man’s reaction. He’s so distracted he almost forgets why he’s wired up. Even after being together awhile she still takes his breath away. Look at the way he inhales sharply when she gets closer. Encroaching on his space.

Makes my shipper heart so damn happy. He’s a little turned on by her descent on him. How she pulls up nice and close. Not only that but scoots in and brackets his leg with her thighs. She knows what she's doing and is very aware that man loves her thighs. Tim is shook in the best way ahha I bet his heart rate spiked on that machine LMAO The way he looks her up and down. Floored by this woman in front of him. Hell of a way to start this scene.

Lucy wants a baseline so she starts with the bug question. Honestly it’s the best way to diffuse the tension before it gets real. Such a cute married moment this portion. Asking if he really releases the bugs she traps for him? Idk what’s cuter. Tim indulging her by taking them out to “Set them free.” Or Lucy asking him to do so while low key knowing he wasn’t LOL Marriage thy name is Chenford. His sigh before he admits he doesn't is so funny. That 'No' is hysterial.

His bemused face while she see's his answer is true is precious. The hilarious way he’s like yeah. I didn’t cause they’re bugs lol This is Grumpy X Sunshine personified for them with this part. I loved getting this look into them outside of work. When they’re just at her place being them. Clearly it's something that's been going on for a long time and I’m dying. Tim pretending to do so cause he loves her.

But he’s still him and isn’t gonna save a bugs life lmao Cause well. Tim. The fact he’s been killing them and lying to spare her feelings. That’s love ya’ll. Deep down she knew haha But needed to get the proof while he was wired up. Amazing. Damnit I love these two sfm. This episode is a treasure trove of goodies. Also just more proof how pure Lucy is. Wouldn’t hurt a fly literally. Pure sunshine this one.

Lucy gets a little more serious. Asks Tim if he loves her? Now it’s subtle and our ship is so good at the subtle goodness. I adore the slight shake of his head first. The way he looks at Lucy before he answers. Like how is this even a question? He feels every part of his being, every action he does, how he's opened up for her screams how much he loves her.

Like of course I love you, Lucy Chen. His heart eyes are off the charts adorable. I love the way he meets her half way. Needing to be closer to her when he says this. Does that deep breath first. Leans in with the biggest in love smile and tells her 'Yes. I love you.' *swoon* I could hear him say that all day.

You know his deep breath before he replies reminds me of 5x08 when he took a leap of faith. Took a deep breath and went for it. The sweet smile when he says he loves her. *squee* Nothing makes more sense to him than being in love with this woman in front of him. It’s written all over his confession and beautiful face. He couldn’t be more in love with her if he tried. Lucy’s knowing smirk is everything below.

I do remember there being a debate if this was first time he said that to her or not. I mean I’m not sure still tbh. Months later and I'm not 100% either way tbh. I mean how she looks at him when she asks him makes it seem like it is. Almost like she's holding her breath waiting for the answer. But then her reaction above is a knowing smile of someone who already knows. Like she's heard it from him before. And is using hearing it to ground herself in this moment.

Needing to hear that reassurance that he loves her. Because the next question is the biggie. But I could totally see this being the first time as well. It's one thing I'm not confident on which is very rare for me with them. Anyways no matter what camp you fall in this scene is fantastic. We got a love struck Tim Bradford telling Lucy he loves her. Nothing better than that you ask me. Not only that but with the biggest in-love grin we could ask for. So either way the scene is a massive win for us. I also can’t hear Tim say he loves her enough. Wanna hear it on a loop.

Makes me squee and simultaneously want to pass out from the glee. Unfortunately the lie detector detects its first lie in him being ok with her going UC. Even Tim is shocked by it. He truly thought he was going to pass that question with flying colors. Lucy isn’t shocked but Tim is. Why? Because the man as I’ve stated before would die rather than not support her. He is floored it's a lie. It does cause some good self reflection from him later at the wedding as we will see.

They sadly arrive to the wedding separately. Tim showing up looking like an absolute snack though. I love this vertical shot. Giving us a glorious look at him dressed to the nines. Tall drink of water I would like a sip of. Hot damn. Chicken or steak? Neither. I’ll take Tim Bradford wearing the hell out of that suit please and thank you. Also we know that man didn’t pick that suit out. Has Lucy written all over it with how they match. I can only imagine them going shopping for it and Tim protesting the entire time haha

Tim is actively seeking his person out as his eyes scan the crowd. Even mad he needs eyes on her. They lock eyes across the courtyard. Lucy looks excited to see him. She takes in how good he looks then remembers she’s mad at him. Doesn’t maintain it long after that sadly. Angsty goodness right there ooof. I’m here for it.

The wedding happens after but I don't really care about that TBH. The looks continue in the afterparty. Tim drinks at the bar and watch's his girl have fun on the dance floor. Lucy’s gaze a little softer this time around as she looks back at him. *sigh* Does crack me up Celina asks Aaron if they'll be ok as she watches them long for each other haha Girl is seriously worried about them. I love it.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE Tim being the one to bridge the gap. He's reaching out to her and is ready to talk this out. He doesn't even acknowledge Luna when he walks up. Only has eyes for his girl. Sorry Luna LOL He can’t be away from her any longer. Tim extending his hand asking her to dance wordlessly. That silent communication of their's in full force. My heart.

I adore how Luna is looking at them when Lucy gets up. Lucy looks back and gets her nod of approval. Like go make up with your man honey. Love Lucy’s smile knowing how Tim coming to her is a huge deal. My god how this man has grown. Makes me happy to no end. The music once again *chef kiss* This song is glorious in it's perfection for this scene. I'll never hear this song the same way again that's for sure. It'll bring me right back to this moment.

From here on out it is all hands hands hands. I saw someone make a tag of *pterodactyl screeching* for this scene. Made me cackle. If that isn’t the fandom in this moment. Eric and Melissa are so good at the little things that make us lose our damn minds. The way he softly takes her hand in his. How she can’t keep hers off him from minute they hit the dance floor. I don’t blame her my hands would be all over him too. I love how they get lost in one another instantly. Looks at those smiles above.

These two couldn't be happier to be near each other. Their time apart has really made that craving to be close increase ten-fold. Despite the lie detector scene they’ve been apart physically since 6x01 if not longer than that. Probably pre-6x01 but post 6 weeks in his office. Haven’t really been affectionate since then either. They’re being drawn back in like a moth to the flame when they're reunited. Like they're coming up for air for the first time in forever. Been trapped in this fight for far too long.

They get so lost in being together again they almost forget they’re still in a fight. I love this so much. The one above has me swooning the most. Look at them. The way she runs her hand down his chest. The smile on his face is everything. Just so happy to have her in his arms again. How Lucy is looking at Tim. phew lord. That is a loaded look. Mixture of sheer happiness and wanting to take him to nearest closest tbh. Seems like such an intimate gaze she's throwing his way.

He's reciprocating with his own fiery intensity. *fans self* Forgetting they are indeed in public. I love how they sway in perfect tandem together. Gah if you wanted to know what utter perfection and chemistry looked like. Go no further than this gif. Look at these stunning humans just exuding their attraction for one other. Beautiful thing to behold. Saying so much with just their incredible physical chemistry. Sweet lord we are so lucky to have Eric and Melissa helming this ship.

Tim is the one to break the silence. Finally admitting after episodes of sheer frustration last year, he isn’t ok with her being UC. That he’s more conflicted than he realized. He truly thought he was ok enough about it. Enough that he could pass a lie detector test. He wouldn’t have done it if he thought it would’ve proved him wrong. In his heart of hearts he thought he was ok adjacent lol

His suppressed feelings for months coming out in his answer. Lucy is very kind in her reply to him. Letting him know it’s understandable. That it was so horrible how could be possibly be over that? I love her fingers climbing up and down his lapel the entire time. Gripping it when she needs it. Almost as if touching him constantly is going to ground her in this moment. Which I think it is. Being near him always been a comfort to her.

I couldn’t be prouder of him if I tried in this portion. Tim growth moments are my fav moments. To not only tell her 'Hey you were right.' but to admit to being wrong. Tim Bradford just admitted to being wrong. Man must be in love baha Tim being even more amazing in growth won’t take the out she's given him.

Stating it’s not fair to her. That he needs to deal with it. He takes it even one step further. Telling her that her dream shouldn’t have anything to do with his issues. What a man. How Lucy doesn’t pull him into the nearest closet/room for make up sex right then and there idk haha Has more will power than I would.

Lucy is touched by his honesty and owning his part in this UC fight. It’s written all over her face when she says ‘Thank you.’ The ‘hands hands hands’ continues and I’m all but squealing. Look at her fingers at back of his neck/head and all over his hair. Her other hand coming up to stroke his bicep too. I’m dying here of cloud 9 happiness.

The way she strokes the back of his head while she’s comforting him. I cannot you guys. It’s so soft and cute. I’m dead. Here lies Caitlin- Cause Chenford was off the charts cute and she imploded. Happily take that death all damn day. The way she tells him they’re gonna get through this. My heart. She truly would’ve gone through ANYTHING for him. Thought they truly could recover from any conflict. Weather any storm as long as they're together.

Look at Tim and the way he's smiling down at her in that second gif. He believes it too because she does. Ugh. Makes what happens in 6x06 hurt all that more. But let’s not think about that too much. I wanna live here for awhile and avoid that until I literally can’t and we’ve reached 6x06 lol I can't get over her fingers in his hair you guys. The way she is sweetly caressing his neck and arm. Some fanfic goodness IRL. My damn heart. I'm not crying you are.

If this scene wasn't amazing enough we reach Lucy's ILY and it's GLORIOUS. The way she searches his face and makes sure he can see it. That it’s splayed all over her face how much she loves him. Her heart eyes on full blast for him. She once again is caressing the back of his neck as she says it too. Then we get the sweet kiss to follow it *heart clutch* I’m weeping at how beautiful this scene is. The writers really did us justice with this moment. Eric and Melissa knocked it out of the park and then some. Always elevating the material given to them in so many ways.

Her hand on his face as they continue to sway in tandem. Her thumb running down his jawline tenderly. The way he’s looking down at Lucy gets me in the feels hard. Like he can’t believe this beautiful woman loves him warts and all. He’s in complete awe of her in this moment. So happy this incredible woman has chosen to love him. The vulnerability he is displaying here is a sight to see. Truly proof of how she obliterated his wall and then some.

The sweet smile he gives her at the end. *squee* He’s ecstatic she loves him despite their issues. Despite his issues. Constantly blown away by the woman in his arms. Lucy returning his expression in kind. Looking up at him like he's the best thing that's ever happened to her. Because well he is. Her loving smile while looking up at him. I'm dying. It's why the man is puddle right now.

Wouldn’t be Tim if he didn’t follow up with a goobery joke though. Because she brings that side out in him like no other. Let us also enjoy how Lucy still can’t keep her hands off his lapel btw. Or him in general really. I can’t stop focusing on the hands and how they’re all over each other. His crack about the lie detector is pretty damn cute. A great way to finally end the tension between them.

It’s the way Lucy laughs and slaps that same hand, with her DOD ring on his chest, that gets me. She loves this ridiculous goober of a man so much. Their physical chemistry is unreal. Never seen any other like it. Tim is beaming down at her. So happy to have made her laugh the way he did. Her laughter is music to his ears. Mine too. If you weren’t grinning ear to ear after that joke you’re dead inside LOL This part is so sweet I’m diabetic.

Aaron sadly ruins the moment with his drunk ass. We immediately see soft, funny, and light Tim disappear instantly. Fierce protector Tim emerges as he pulls Lucy close to him. Never letting his hand leave her waist as he scolds Aaron. Pulling her closer and closer as he does. And uses his other arm to keep Aaron away from Lucy. I love it so much. Once again it’s the little things our captains do so damn well. We eat it up like candy haha

Celina takes off after a call solo. Idk why she would after everything happened with Aaron in 5x22. But Nolan is her T.O. So… Thought we made it a review without a Nolan pot shot didn’t you? Well I snuck one in. #noregrets

Anyways we watch our couple emerge from an unseen area. Smiles for days on Lucy's face. Which we all took as they had make up sex and we’re seeing the afterglow of that heh. It’s where all our minds went and I love it. D is writing a fic based on that. Idk when but I cannot wait for that. *cough* please write it next bestie.*cough*. They all go into cop mode like the BAMFS they all are about Celina. Except Aaron he’s sidelined by Tim for being hammered. Poor sweet Aaron is a struggle bus.

They save Celina and our ship looks amazing as they do it of course. Didn't have room for that great shot of them. Gives me all the feels Lucy showing up to the scene with Tim in his truck. That little things theme continues. Also Tim in his tie and badge showing? Yum. Gimme. To quote ZZ Top ‘ Cause every girl crazy bout a sharp dressed man.’ Mmm. And that concludes the ep Chenford wise.

Phew that was a doozy to write. Their content heavy ones always are I hope did it justice had fun writing it. They beyond delivered with this 100th ep. It’s memorable for so many reasons and we got loads of moments from it. Something did wanna touch on that I didn’t love during their dance. I didn’t love the blame squarely being on just Tim for their fight. Lucy had a hand in it too. Tim deserved an apology too. Other than that its perfect. Now I’m wondering if they’re gonna touch on her mental health stuff more in S7. Because there was a lot of build up to it in this entire season. I’m hoping they do cause they put her through damn ringer this season. Gotta have a pay off or some sort like Tim’s did.

Thank you forever and always to those who read, comment, like and reblog these reviews. They do my heart real good when you do. You are the reason I do them. So thank you. Shall see you all in 6x03 :)

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Side notes- non Chenford

The cold open LOL It’s fantastic. Cop cutie is so funny I love it. Nolan’s reaction is hilarious. Just walks away ahaha while Celina jams out.

Harper telling Lucy to ‘run.’ at the bachelorette party had me rolling. Mekia has great dead pan comedic timing. I adore her for it.

I love Nyla looking out for Celina with Aaron. She’s such a good mentor. Telling her Being Aaron's only support is a slow poison. It's true I've been there.

They all looked amazing for this wedding. We have the most beautiful cast. End to end.

The music at the wedding primo. John Mayer, Young MC and Alicia keys. Solid af. Good job James haha

[an-au-blog]

Omg i have an idea - Sanji prince set to marry the princess of Wano arc but she is in love with her bodygaurd Zoro. This makes sanji jealous of him and he in his free time does everything in his power to piss off zoro but zoro starts liking it. In reality he had never had hots for the princess, but the day he saw Sanji and his fighting skills, zoro was inexplicably drawn to him. So they start sparring together and arguing but they find it comforting in a way.

Will u elaborate this au ?? I would love to see you enhance it

Yesyesyesyes! I saw that (I just hate replying from my main and as far as ik I can't respond from a secondary)

This reminds me of a royal au art post that I see or come back to every so often like "I should probably write a royal au"

(anyways here i go... this turned out longer than intended lol:)

At first, Sanji would be so happy and anxious about meeting the princess. He's never seen her, it was an arranged marriage, but he heard that she is the most beautiful and elegant woman. So it was a huge shock when he arrived and all she would do was try to tend to her bodyguard or try chatting him up. Emphasis on the "try". The most he replied with was a huff or a grunt. Most of the time he acted like she wasn't even there. Even when she did talk to Sanji, the conversation somehow always circled back to her body guard.

It was all "Zoro this," and "Zoro that," and admittedly, Sanji could hesitantly agree that if what she was talking about him was true, he was a man of pride and honor. It still pissed him off.

Sanji was a bit disappointed on many levels. He wanted a nice date with his future wife. What was he thinking? The mossheaded brute? She could do so much better than that swordsman. What does he have that Sanji doesn't??? Not to mention that the guard was staring daggers into him the whole day.

At the end of their "date", the swordsman insisted on sending him off to where he'd be staying. He even offered to give him a tour of the city.

Sanji responded with a "I'd love to get a tour from miss Hiyori, but I don't want anything from you, mosshead."

They end up going anyway because the very next day...

Zoro to Hiyori: I should take him into town for a tour.

Hiyori: Yes that's a great idea! I could come too,

Zoro: No

Sanji: Yes

Zoro sweating: it uh... it won't be safe.

Through out the whole walk Sanji would keep saying things like "oh, how I wish my FUTURE WIFE could be with us now," and "do you think my FIANCE would like this if I bought here one?" to make sure Zoro knew that Sanji was the one who would marry her.

Zoro seemed irritated at first but it slowly started seeming more like sadness than anger. At one point Zoro turns and interrupts him, telling him that they're lost. Turns out not only were they lost, Zoro didn't know where they were going for a while now.

An insult turns into a snarky remark in return, which turns into a kick, turns into a fight. After they were all worn out from the fight, Sanji begrudgingly realized that he enjoyed sparing a bit too much. It was the most fun he had since he arrived. He would never admit it though.

Once they found their way back Sanji decides that he would try and be as close to his fiance as possible. If he flirted with her enough, the Marimo would get the hint.

On one hand it worked. Zoro seemed to get really angry whenever he flirted with her. Which usually ended with them sparring. Zoro would say some questionable things during their fights... so Sanji responded. It escalated to the most fucked up and homoerotic shit, to the point where people got used to leaving the room to give them privacy.

As the wedding approached, Sanji started seeing less and less of Zoro. When he asked Hiyori about it she always gave an answer that sounded extremely fake.

It didn't bother Sanji... until it did. He stormed every room until he found the mosshead meditating under a tree. Sanji didn't know what he was going to do, but it would definitely going to include a confrontation.

Sanji: Are you avoiding me shitty swordsman?

Zoro, not even opening his eyes: ...

Sanji: At first I thought you had left or that you were avoiding both me and Hiyori, but then I find out you were with her daily.

Zoro still not answering pissed Sanji off and was his sign to continue talking.

Sanji: I can't believe you'd try to seduce MY future wife behind my back like that! For all that talk about honor, you sure are dishonest!

Zoro finally snapping: I avoid you because I know she'll marry you, I'm doing this for her sake. I don't want to ruin her wedding.

Sanji: Oh, right you're stealing her from me for her sake.

Zoro: I'm avoiding you because if I see you I can't guarantee I can hold myself back from ending the engagement and running off with you.

Sanji, absolutely baffled with this answer. That was so much new information, he didn't know what to ask first. After a minute of gaping like a fish, Sanji started talking on auto pilot. An apparently "autopilot" was "bitchy": What makes you think I'd want that?

And when he thought Zoro would spit something back, Zoro looked up at him with the saddest most heartbroken look in his eyes: I don't.

It sounded more like an apology than an answer.

Sanji felt like his world shattered.

The swordsman stood up and paused for a bit. As if he was ready to do something that he would regret but stopped himself. Sanji would have done anything to know what he was going to do or say. But alas, felt frozen.

Zoro: It's okay, I told Hiyori I'm leaving after the wedding. I won't be bothering you and your wife anymore.

Walking away, Zoro couldn't help but think how much he wanted to rush back and give him a kiss farewell. One filled with all the passion, frustration and despair he'd be harboring until now.

[rory-multifandom-mess]

Hi! You want angst, yes?

Thuzi with prompts 2 and 14!

me: hm what prompts are those me: me: oh my fuck YES

Anyway mr. Anon I am kissing you on the mouth

2. "Please don't leave me" and 14. "I'll always love you"

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

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Thad and Uzi walked down the hallway, hand in hand, laughing along. It had been a long time since he had last seen her smiling, and he was so happy that he was the one to make her so happy. Her smile was genuine, different from the usual fake and passive aggressive smiles she'd give other people.

Suddenly, they were stopped by Rebecca and Darren.

“Oh, hey guys, what’s-” Thad started, quickly being interrupted by Rebecca.

“I can’t believe you’re dating that freak,” She said, a disgusted look on her face.

“He can date whoever he wants!” Uzi snapped, stomping her foot forward and squeezing Thad’s hand.

Thad gently placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to stay calm.

“You can do better than that, man,” Darren added, ignoring Uzi.

Thad glared at Darren, not appreciating the insults towards his girlfriend.

“Hey, back off. I don’t judge you for dating Rebecca,” He said, keeping his voice stern and low.

“What does that mean?!” Rebecca snapped.

“Nothing! I’m just saying. I don’t barge into your dating life, so don’t go barging into mine,” Thad explained, furrowing his brow.

Rebecca and Darren remained silent as Thad huffed.

“Uzi, let’s go,” He turned to her and smiled, his expression softening, “We can cuddle and watch that anime you’ve been wanting to watch after school.”

Uzi gasped, her face lighting up. She pumped her arm excitedly as they walked past, pushing through Darren and Rebecca.

“Thanks for standing up for me, Thad,” Uzi said quietly.

“Of course, Zi. No one gets to insult my girlfriend,” He said proudly.

Rebecca’s voice cut between them.

“You know, Darren, Thad is probably just dating her out of pity,” She said with a snarky tone, clearly wanting Thad and Uzi to hear.

They stopped in their tracks. Thad’s oil began to boil.

“Yeah. I would never risk my popularity just to make someone feel better,” Darren agreed.

Thad gritted his teeth and bit his tongue. Don’t cause a scene. Don’t cause a scene.

“He’s got a good act though, even Uzi’s convinced!” Rebecca laughed.

Thad inhaled to speak, when Uzi suddenly let go of his hand and whipped around. He looked at her surprised, his core sinking.

“Don’t you two ever shut up?!” Uzi screamed, digital tears pricking her eyes, her hands clasped into fists and her eyelights hollow.

“Uzi-” Thad started, turning to her, his anger replaced with worry.

“We’re not wrong! You can tell, just look at Thad’s face. He’s worried about himself,” Rebecca answered, blatantly lying.

Thad tensed, his own eyelights hollowing. His mouth hung open, his words getting caught in his throat.

Uzi turned her head to him, a look of fear and heartbreak on her face. She searched his expression for something— anything— to prove them wrong.

Thad’s heart sank, seeing her expression. He glanced away nervously, trying to think of what to say.

Uzi took it the wrong way. Her brows narrowed, glaring daggers at Thad. She shoved him away and spun on her heel, running away as she yelled back. “BITE ME!”

“Uzi!” Thad called, turning in the direction that she ran, devastation clear on his face.

He knew it wasn’t her fault. She had abandonment issues, that much he knew. The posters in the mechanic’s office with Khan said everything. But what Darren and Rebecca did, targeting them— and for what reason?

Thad’s devastation slowly swirled and mixed, bubbling and boiling into anger. He grit his teeth and balled his hands into fists. He tried to regulate his breathing as well as he could, but the anger was so strong. He felt a burning in his core, a usual feeling he’d get when he was about to overheat. But this time he knew it wasn’t overheating. This was a representation of his anger and fury, like a bomb ready to explode.

“Well…” Darren said as he came up beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and leaning on him, one leg wrapped around the other and his other hand on his hip, “Saved you from that disaster in the ma-”

Thad raised his arm and whipped around, slamming his fist into his face as hard as he could. Something snapped in Darren’s face as he fell back and off of Thad, falling to the ground.

Darren’s jaw hung loose, a huge dent in the side of his face, the joint broken and a crack running up through his display. Darren looked up at Thad with anger, though it was quickly replaced with a look of fear. Rebecca ran to her boyfriend’s side, holding his arm and following his gaze.

Thad stood over them, his fist still balled and held up. He breathed heavily yet slowly, seething with anger so hot that his display glitched every now and then. His brows were furrowed and eyelights hollow, two stress lines under each eye.

“Leave Uzi and I alone,” Thad threatened, his voice low and angry, “Or else it’ll be more than just your jaw that I’ll be breaking.”

Thad didn’t dare to stick around. He turned on his heel and ran off after Uzi, ignoring the pain in his knuckles.

“Uzi!” He called out, looking around frantically and accidentally running straight into someone else. She yelped and staggered back.

Thad rubbed his head and looked up, finding himself face to face with Lizzy.

“Oh, good!” He said, relieved, “Have you seen Uzi?”

“What?”

“Have you seen Uzi?” He repeated.

“Uh… Yeah, she ran in there,” Lizzy said her voice full of confusion as she gestured to a nearby classroom with its lights off.

Thad smiled, patting her shoulder as a thank you and sprinting to the door. He slowed down before he entered and took a deep breath, calming his nerves. Then he put his hand on the door handle and turned it, pushing it open. He stepped in and looked around.

“Uzi?” He asked calmly.

He heard a sniffle from the corner of his room, spotting a purple glow.

“What do you want?” Uzi asked, her voice shaking and wavering.

Thad frowned. He felt horrible. She didn’t need to have his friends going after her just because the two of them are dating.

“I want to talk to you,” Thad said cautiously, slowly walking towards her. He stopped a few steps away from her and sat down against the wall, his legs close to his chest.

She turned her head slightly, just enough for him to see her purple eye peaking out.

“About what? They were right. You showed me that enough.”

“No! No, not at all! They were wrong, every single thing they said,” He turned to her, his knees hitting the floor using one of his hands to hold himself up, the other tracing out to her, “Everything they said were lies.”

Uzi didn’t respond. He kept going.

“I love you for who you are, Uzi. I love how weird you are because it’s interesting and different and awesome. You are more important to me than any single trophy or big football game.” He scooted closer, sincerity etched in his voice.

“You are wonderful, Uzi,” He continued, sitting up so he could reach both of his hands out, “And you’re the best girlfriend a guy like me could ever ask for. I’ll always love you, Uzi. No matter what some jerk like Darren or prissy girl like Rebecca says, Not even what Lizzy might say.”

Uzi turned her head fully to him, staring into his eyes. The room was dark, his features only illuminated by her purple lights and his green hues. Despite the darkness, she could tell he was genuine, through his voice and his concerned expression. She looked at his hand and reached out, taking it in hers.

Thad smiles softly at her touch and scoots close to her, wrapping his arm around her and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

She leaned back against him and closed her eyes, putting her hand over the one he had placed on her leg, gently running her thumb over his knuckles.

As she felt, something caught her attention.

“…Why do your knuckles have dents in them?” She asked quietly, her voice frazzled.

“Oh, uh…” Thad nervously, a bead of sweat showing on his display. “I punched Darren.”

“Oh. Badass,” Uzi said, closing her eyes again, “Did you break his face?”

“I broke his jaw and I saw a crack on his visor.”

“Nice.”

The two sat in comfortable silence, leaning against each other with their eyes closed. Time felt as if it had stopped just to let them cuddle there for a while, enjoying each other’s company. They both wished that was true.

The bell suddenly rang, signaling the start of their next class.

Thad opened his eyes and sat up. “Oh, crap, we’re late,” He said frantically, pushing himself up to stand, “C’mon Uzi, we gotta-”

“Wait!” Uzi sat up quickly, grabbing him by the wrist. He looked down at her, surprised and confused, but his expression softened when he saw her scared face.

“P…Please don’t leave me, Thad,” She pleaded quietly, her voice shaking.

Thad stared at her for a moment. He’d be skipping class, and his dad would no doubt be upset with him, but… oh, who cares. Uzi needs him right now. He smiled and nodded at her, sitting back down by her side.

“Okay, Uzi. I’ll stay.”

She smiled faintly and leaned back against him, intertwining their fingers.

“Thank you. I love you, Thad.”

His heart fluttered. She hadn’t been saying it back to him this whole time, and he didn’t want to rush it, but this— this got him excited. He wouldn’t make a fuss out of it though. He knew it would only embarrass her. He simply wiggled his free hand a little to get his excitement out.

“I love you too, fruitbat,” He said sweetly, leaning on her as well and kissing her forehead.

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THIS IS THE LONGEST ONE YET AND I’M SO HAPPY WITH IT,,,, AAAGH. I need to draw or see that part where Thad is standing over Rebecca and Darren so bad. Maybe when I get home. ANYWAY ENJOY

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Prompt Post! Lizzy x Doll; "Stay with me forever"/"Because I love you!" N x V; "I thought you didn't want me"/"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" V x Thad; "I'm in love with you" V x Thad "I missed you so much"/"I can't stay away from you" N x Thad; "Can I kiss you?" N x Thad; "I want you. Only you." V x Thad; "I thought you didn't want me." Sam x Uzi; "The way I feel with you"/"I can't stay away from you." Uzi x Thad; "Please don't leave me"/"I'll always love you" <- You are here! N x Thad; "Please marry me"/"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" N x Uzi; "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen"/"I'm better when I'm with you" J x Thad; "Please don't leave me"/"I'm better when I'm with you."

[sotc]

IT'S JOEVER.

I BEAT ORIGINS. my heart is so full and i have so many feelings but ahhh I loved it SOOO MUCHHHH!!! Honestly surprised with how quickly I attached to my Warden and her story, all the companions are SO SO great. 10/10 best dragon age game by far.

I really enjoyed leaving Milana and Alistair to very much caring for each other after everything was said and done despite the unrequited romance. 😭💗 My heart is so full about those two being such such good friends. And I especially love that Morrigan and her became so close like sisters in the end too. Live well, my friend. Live gloriously. BABY GIRL I LOVE YOUUUUU. Special kiss to the wind for SHALE. Honestly the best person Milana loves to be snarky with fr. lol. NOW ONTO ZEVANA....

Just before the big battle with the Archdemon and I was exploring a few options and I personally headcanon it's a combination of these two scenes that Milana and Zevran share. Milana worried to put him in danger of the Archdemon only for him to tease and insist to come with her before she relents/agrees and finally admits that she loves him. There's something so profound in him not saying it back and yet equally so with Milana saying it to him. She doesn't even need to hear it back in this moment. She knows what he feels mirrors her own; he would choose to be by her side at the end in a shared suicide mission than not at all. That alone is her courage, her strength, her resolve. And Zevran knows it love despite himself but how fucking painful and scary is it to hear those three words in the face of uncertain death? When the last time he heard those three words from Rinna he had damned her and himself? To recognize once more his heart has been touched so irrevocably? He may be grateful fate has brought them together but the circumstances of it all are so, so cruel. Fate is a tricky whore!!!!! What a lovely and incredibly intimate character moment for the both of them. Ugh <33

... BUT ANYWAYS THEN THEY BOTH LIVED YAYYY!!!

MY FUCKIN BABIESSSSSS. SOBS. JUST-- RUN AND JUMPS INTO THAT MANS ARMS AND SMORCHES TF OUT OF HIMMMM. If only to slap his shoulder and roll her eyes when he teases her at the end there LOL. Sooooo... now to play Awakening and all the other dlcs I have yet to do? :)

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

LAES SPOILERS AHEAD

So I just finished catching up on all the recent episodes and OH MY GOD DO I HAVE THOUGHTS (specifically about Eclipse and the newest laes episode because holy hell I’m reeling from it)

In the second half of the “HOW TO DEAL With The GRIEF of Losing SOLAR” episode on the laes after Monty leaves and Eclipse appears, I was very much expecting him to make his usual snarky remarks and mock Earth and Solar’s death in some way (though I was hoping he wouldn’t ofc)

Imagine my shock when he does none of those things and instead is much more mellow and even softer/nicer—by his standards at least—and just looks around briefly and asks questions and just stands and actually LISTENS to what Earth says with barley if any semblance of his usual snark. The fact that he actually lets her talk about her feelings and everything and rant without cutting in to be his usual snarky self is EVERYTHING TO ME.

AND WHATS EVEN MORE; the fact that he asked her “do you really need him (Solar)” and when she said “yes” he didn’t say anything and just sighed as if in defeat. I think we all knew before from the previous episodes that he was battling with wether to actually help aid in bringing Solar back or not after his encounters with Puppet and Frank, but it seems to me that with this scene with him and Earth AND how it was mentioned by Sun that he was wiping the floor in Sun’s and Moon’s house that he has maybe decided that he IS going to help, or at least is reasoning with himself as to if he should or not.

With all the questions he was asking Earth it makes me think the ladder is true.

I also love the fact that despite her still very much grieving and breaking down at the loss of Solar (as we all are), she still expressed sympathy towards Eclipse and him not having anybody to lean on nor him being able to understand that kind of bond or trust. Even with this is brought up Eclipse just…kind of agrees to some of it and then deflects as usual but one thing caught my attention when he said “it looks like you need it (sympathy) more than I do anyways” and though he doesn’t directly offer it, I think the fact that he just stays there for a bit to listen to her and maybe even take in her opinions and feelings towards Solar and Ruin into consideration for whatever he’s planning to do is his own way—however unintentional it may be—of offering his own small bit of support. Hell, he definitely got Earth to talk a bit more about what she was feeling in regards to the situation and Solar.

Hate him all you want, everyone is inclined to their own opinions ofc, but Eclipse was so different from how he usually is this episode and I think things have slowly been changing for him for awhile. Before it was almost certain that when this was all over that he’d be dead in an instant without a thought…but now? Now I don’t think that’s going to be his fate anymore, and this and other recent episodes have only proved that to me.

He actually listened to Moon about not killing Ruin, he is obviously at least considering in helping to bring back Solar if what he did at Sun’s and Moon’s house and the questions he asked Earth are any indication, and the way he was just willing to stand there and just listen to Earth with barely if any a hint of his usual attitude and hold a rather peaceful conversation with her and even be quite NICE about it by his standards.

I think wholeheartedly that Eclipse is improving steadily and slowly and I am very much manifesting not only a redemption arc but a friendship between him and Earth because so far she has been one of the most sympathetic and in some capacity caring of him and the borderline softness he showed today only brings my hopes up.

Okay rant over, I just really needed to put my thoughts out there because damn is my brain reeling with so many thoughts and feelings about this

[circusmania]

Can you please do tusedere Jax that is in denial that he loves the reader. The reader is a girl that has a crush on him but nobody really knows .Shes very happy ,hyper and treats him like a bunny but changes emotions fast. Jax is extra mean to her at first because he is confused of his emotions and he gets flustered by her. (she constantly calls him cute) He always tries to play it cool but it doesnt always work. Finally Jax realizes he likes her and "confesses" (he just wrote " your not that bad I guess. Ill be at the s;ide at 3 if your not bus" on a piece of paper and slid it under her door ) and then they date after the reader says they love him.

Please change the story as much as you want! This was just to show how they act . TYSM for reading! :'D

Jax x gn!Reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 I changed the fem!reader to a gn!reader, since no pronouns are mentioned here. ♡ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟

Jax was always known as "your classic troublemaker". He always had to have some snarky remark to throw right back at you. However, the cocky persona that he had built quickly started to fall apart when You joined the troop. There wasn't anything special about You, either. Or perhaps, there was something unique about You. Your overly cheerful personality. It sickened him. What could you find so happy in this hellhole? He hated how You always found a way to pull Pomni back up on her feet after a prank he pulled. He hated how You and Ragatha had managed to form such a close bond together. He hated how you'd always comfort Gangle after her mask broke. He hated how You care for that crazy old chess piece, Kinger. He hated how You made even Zooble smile. But most of all, he hated how You made him feel. He has been stuck in this digital circus for so long, he thought he was having a heart attack when You first talked to him. The ping in his chest was something he hadn't experienced in a long time. And he wasn't that welcoming to it, either.

He tried his best to make You hate him. He pulled pranks on You, made jokes about You, believe me, he's tried everything under the sun to make You hate him. In the end, he just started to avoid You entirely, but somehow, he always wound up right back to You. Was Caine playing a joke on him? You had noticed the change in Jax, who wouldn't? Thinking he had just given up on trying to play his pranks on you, You approached him. "What's wrong, Jax? Where is your usual cocky self?" He ignored you. Which was really weird of him, but did You give up? No. You kept pestering him, kept trying to talk to him, trying to see what would make him tic. Zooble found it funny and teased him a lot because of it. You had decided to take it a step further and just started outright flirting with him. Calling him "cute" and stuff. When Jax first heard this, he quickly turned his head away. Thinking you had offended him, You quickly apologized. "It's nothin'. Just go and bother that crybaby instead."

You reluctantly agreed, not wanting to offend him any more than you had already. He didn't want to shoo you away, he just didn't want you to see his flushed face.

As days (hours, weeks? It’s hard to tell here) passed, he warmed up to You more and more. You couldn't lie that the overgrown bunny wasn't in fact cute, and maybe you were catching feelings too. Now, there weren't many people to ask for advice on how to confess. And Jax had built his reputation solely on how nothing could phase him, and he'd like to keep it that way. So, he decided to go with the classic: writing a letter. But it wasn't going to be some love letter, he could never muster up that. It was more so just a simple letter Nothing more, nothing less. Jax wrote the letter, folded it like 10 times, slid it under your door and ran as fast as he could to not get caught. After an hour or so of listening to Kinger's theories, You happily skipped back to your designated room. You unlocked your room and almost missed the paper on the floor. It was terribly creased and begged to be opened. Inside was a messy-written message stating: "You aren't as bad as I had thought. Meet me by the forest if you want to hang out or whatever..." Your heart filled with glee, You had forgotten all about your exhaustion and hurried over to the forest. Your heart pumped with joy as You saw the familiar purple bunny. As he saw your figure getting closer, it didn't take him a magician to know what your answer would be.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟

[space-invading-pigeon]

Monsters AU, anyone????

If you haven't already guessed it, Steve Harrington is my comfort character and almost everything I write lately has to do with him. But I love myths and monsters, so I mashed them up.

Steve is a werewolf; not always, but an incident when he was four changed him. His mother blames herself for his accident and tends to stay away from him, too overcome with guilt to even look at her son. Unfortunately, of all things, he was changed into a pack animal, and the loss of his mother's comfort has a negative effect. He's withdrawn, aggressive, unable to get comfortable in his own skin, all before even starting kindergarten- his only relief is when his mother hires an old friend to watch him. Her friend is from the supernatural world: the oldest son of a family of vampires that have lived in the United States since they stowed away on the Mayflower.

Steve and his new babysitter are instantly bonded: Steve goes back to being a sweet, albeit clingy, little angel, and his sitter is always more than happy to indulge him and shower him in love. Life is really looking up for Steve, to the point that he secretly refers to himself as "Stevie Munson," and dreams up a world where Wayne is his pa, instead of his actual father. But life is rarely kind to Steve, and soon his beloved Wayne has to leave town for an undetermined amount of time because of a "family emergency." Steve is heartbroken that he isn't allowed to go with him.

As if losing his sitter isn't enough, Steve's mother dies in a robbery-gone-wrong on Steve's ninth birthday, five years to the day after the attack that changed him. Richard Harrington can't be assed to take care of his son in her stead, and hires another sitter. Claudia Henderson (human, through and through) decides on her first day that Steve is as much her son as Dustin, and that only solidifies when she discovers that the poor baby her late husband attacked years ago was actually Steve. Dustin (a born werewolf as opposed to Steve, a changed werewolf) decides that Steve is his brother immediately, and it's like two puppies have found each other. Steve is protective, loving, and maybe a little bit possessive of his new brother, but Dustin has love to spare. As he grows from toddler to kid to preteen, he acquires more and more friends: first, Will Byers, from a family of light elves, who is shy and artistic and never cuts off one of Dustin's excited rants, even though they're both seven and Dustin's grasp of engineering is on par with a college undergrad. With Will comes Mike Wheeler and his older sister, Nancy, both of whom are descendants of the great Valkyrie. Nancy is a little more.... ethereal than Mike, because their Valkyrie blood is more prominent in women, but they're both stubborn and snarky and have a weird obsession with the Byers boys, but Dustin swears that they're both very nice. Lucas Sinclair comes around soon after, and he's really the only friend of Dustin's that Steve has actually met. He's a soft-spoken kid until he's comfortable, and then he's quick witted and so loyal that Steve actually thinks that maybe he's a werewolf, instead of a chimera.

Steve refuses to meet anyone else in Dustin's friend group; he says it's because he's too big to be around Dustin's friends, but it's actually because he doesn't think that he can be around them without lashing out for taking his baby brother away from him.

When Dustin is eleven and Steve is seventeen, Chief Hopper- the only Berserker in Hawkins- adopts a little witch named Jane, although she answers more to El than she does Jane. Soon after, Max Mayfield moves to town, and Dustin's little group of friends adds the banshee to their ranks.

Finally, Steve agrees to meet his friends, lovingly dubbed "the Party" by every member of it. They're wary of Steve at first- Richard Harrington is the most outspoken anti-supernatural in town, and they didn't know that Dustin's Big Brother Steve the Werewolf was actually Steve Harrington, so almost all of them are sure that they'll be harassed in their safe space. Steve is quiet for a while, yes, but Will and El take to him immediately, and Steve is weak for people who look at him like he's worth something (it's why he's such a pushover for Dustin and Claudia; they love him unconditionally and he will do anything to make himself feel worthy of that) so he adopts Will and El into his little family almost immediately.

Will and El adore Steve: El insists that he's a big, fluffy puppy, and her descriptions have never been wrong, so it makes the entire Party warm up to him. Will is painfully shy, and the speed with which he warms up to Steve is unheard of; but Will quite literally glows when Steve shows up, and even once he's calmed down the air around him glitters with his excitement. Steve takes to them both; at first, Dustin is over the moon at this.

Next to warm up to Steve is Lucas, a few weeks after Steve joins the Party. He's frosty toward Steve at first, but at a group movie night he watches Steve jump out of a dead sleep to jump out of a window and slam into a tree, face first (apparently, he'd been having a dream about a cheese monster trying to eat his toes). Then, Jonathan and Nancy, who both watch Steve with the kids and decide that, yes, they do have a crush on the sweet, dumb dog that's joined their ranks. Nancy asks him out first, though, and Steve is flustered enough that he agrees (and is almost instantly smitten with her). Mike refuses to warm up to Steve; the guy can't even breathe right, as far as Mike is concerned.

The longer that Steve and Nancy date, the angrier Dustin gets. He feels like he's being left behind. Steve spends more and more time with Nancy, at her behest. Neither of them realize how unhealthy their relationship is growing to be, just how the relationship between Nancy's parents are. Nancy demands that everything be held to a certain standard, and Steve does everything he possibly can to meet that standard. It isn't until Nancy dumps him- a very nasty affair that has Steve avoiding everyone except Dustin- that they actually grow as people and become something healthier to each other. (Just like in the show, they get into a fight at a party, and when they revisit it while sober, they fight again; Steve is hurt and wants to know if she really thinks he's bullshit, and Nancy won't give him a straight answer. He's upset and he can feel himself losing control of himself, so he walks away. Nancy leaves town on an overnight trip to get some info with Jonathan, and when she comes back, she spits vitriol at a panicked, concussed Steve. She does a lot of growing up after that, but she never actually apologizes for hurting Steve, although he frequently tries to "make up" for his own mistakes.

Max joins the group soon after that, and gets along with Steve almost immediately. She's a young banshee, and a part of her lore explains that she screams; she can't control when, how long, or even how loudly she screams, and as a result her step-brother (a human named Billy) is incredibly abusive. He belittles her for her Screams, and isn't afraid to shove her around (never where their parents can see: if Susan caught wind of it, his father Neil would hear, and Neil was not a man to cross). When Max meets Steve, and watches how he picks on the Party using their own species(he calls Lucas "little lion man," Will is Sunshine, Mike is Paladin Shithead, and Dustin has always been pup) while still encouraging them (Steve encourages the kids as they grow and develop these new abilities, never belittling them for their struggles, but showing them that it's okay to mess up. She doesn't know that it's because Steve had no one to do that for him until his mother died and the Hendersons were brought into his life). She's afraid to open up to the guy, right up until, in the middle of a crisis situation where Max is forced to use her powers on purpose for the first time, Steve throws himself in the line of fire to protect the Lucas- and by extension, the whole Party- more than once.

Steve protects her from Billy when he tries to "pick her up" (read: drag her home by the hair without regard for her safety), allows Billy to beat his ass because the alternative at the time was to chase him away until no one was around to protect Lucas, and then, with a whole concussion, does a full shift and defends the children from these strange alternate hellbeasts that were summoned by some crazies at the Hawkins Laboratory for Scientific Witchcraft. The guy even praised her for Screaming on purpose, calling her a hero. Max is soon just as attached to Steve as any other.

In the summer after breaking up with Nancy, Steve gets a job at the mall. He meets Robin, who seems for all intents and purposes a simple human being. She's quirky and goofy and she smells like the ocean after a storm; Steve loves her very quickly, but something in him keeps him from actually developing a crush. Robin is his beloved other half, his soulmate, the yin to his yang, whatever else means that she completes him. She calls him Dingus exclusively, and Steve knows that if he ever heard it while he was shifted fully, he would be rolling around like a delighted puppy. He learns later, after they've fought for their lives and suffered and survived, that Robin was born a normal human, but after the most traumatic experience of her life, she was transformed into a siren.

After the mall, Robin is inducted into the group. She keeps an eye on the kids while they're at school, partially for her own sanity, but also for Steve, who is beside himself at the prospect of his babies being out of sight for so long (he gets like this after every Upside-Down interaction, he loves those kids and he can't stand the idea of losing the family he's built for himself). By the end of the first month, Steve is desperate to meet this guy his kids keep ranting about, Eddie Munson, and it's just because he's worried about them, not because he's afraid of losing his spot as their Big Brother or because the name Munson struck a chord in the back of his mind(for whatever reason).

Without the kids knowing- except Max, because she saw him going up to the Munson trailer. She would never bring it up to the Party unless Steve did first- Steve goes to meet this Eddie Munson and maybe scope out the competition a little. Instead, he meets a pasty boy with unfairly attractive hands and full lips and the warmest chocolate eyes and-

His mooning over this pretty boy is cut short when a man with a painfully familiar face peers in from the kitchen, meeting Steve's eyes with a surprised, "Stevie?" The greeting is enough to make Steve tear up, and he starts freaking out because why is he so happy that this guy knows him, and he's ushered into their little home and onto an old, well-loved couch. Eddie is gushing about finally meeting the Stevie Harrington, he's been told all about him from Wayne through the years. Eddie asks him why he's never seen him at school, and Steve mumbles about being home-schooled ("I won't let people see my mistakes so easily," Richard Harrington drilled into his head from the moment Steve was old enough to go to school). Wayne is flustered and standoffish for all of three minutes before Steve is smothered in more paternal affection than he's received since he was seven; it clicks in his brain when Wayne calls him Stevie again, that he used to wish and beg the stars to change him into Stevie Munson, not Harrington, and that Wayne was his best friend for three years.

Eddie is smitten with this strong, pretty, downright fluffy boy that showed up on his doorstep, even more so when Wayne Munson (easily most comfortable when left alone in quiet) spends almost an hour fussing over and showering him in praise. Steve becomes a regular fixture in the Munson household, after that. Wayne spends weeks explaining the different types of supernatural creatures that have made their homes in Hawkins and the surrounding area, explaining Munson family history, and Steve finally has someone to walk him through everything about werewolves (Claudia tried, but she was really only parroting things she'd picked up as she raised Dustin, not any formal education. Steve never knew that it was a special thing to achieve a full shift; that particular afternoon had Eddie calling him a sweet little pup for a month).

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I'm too lazy to spend another two days puzzling out how I want the rest of the show's plot to align with this au. I have it in my wips folder but this is already suuuuper long. My bad, pals

[countryrebel1995]

I didn't want to have to make this post, I've seen enough shipping drama on Tumblr over the years that I usually steer clear of it, but there’s been so much Nooshy bashing in the tags lately that I feel compelled to weigh in on it.

Why do people like Nooshy? Well, to put it simply, even though she’s never the center of attention in "Sing 2", Nooshy manages to be a girl with layers, and there's a lot to appreciate about her. When we're first introduced to her, she's a street performer so she can make the money that she needs to survive, but she’s also genuinely passionate about her craft - she loves to dance - and she enjoys getting a chance to share that passion with someone else whenever they come along.

While she can be snarky and prickly and slow to trust strangers, she’s also very nice once you get to know her. After a young turtle kid almost screws up her performance, she's still very playful and accommodating towards him. When she’s brought backstage to the Crystal theater, she compliments some dude's hat just to make him feel good about himself. While she initially agrees to help Johnny because he offers to pay her, she starts to stick up for him and genuinely support him, because the way Klaus treats him isn't right. She decides to help the Moon Theater troupe put on their big show, even though she's only known these people for about a week and their plan will surely be very dangerous, because the way Jimmy Crystal treats them isn't right either and she wants to help them stick it to the man. After Johnny tells her that he and his family used to be a gang of notorious criminals, Nooshy never judges them for their shady past, and is actually quite happy to see how close he and his father are now (especially since it's implied that she might not even have parents herself). And during "A Sky Full Of Stars", she encourages Johnny to never give up and follow his heart, because he's her friend and she wants to see him succeed.

Nooshy is snarky and mischievous, but underneath it all, she's actually a very kind girl, and very loyal towards the people who earn her respect. And by the end of "Sing 2", she gets her happy ending when she not only gets a new paying career doing what she loves, but also finds a place where she belongs among the Moon Theater troupe.

The reason why I just went off on that rather long tangent, dissecting her character, is to drive home the point that Nooshy has done nothing in the canon films to warrant the way people talk about her sometimes.

I've seen people insult everything about her and her fans for shipping reasons, because they see her as a threat to their preferred ships (even though she and Johnny are not even canonically a couple by the end of "Sing 2"). And there's a real double standard when it comes to this too, because no other character who's been shipped with Johnny over the years gets this kind of treatment. Meena doesn't, Ash doesn't, Ryan doesn't (even though the claim that Nooshy haters sometimes make - that people only like her as one half of a ship - could just as easily be said about him).

And this is really nothing new. Characters getting trash-talked over shipping wars is a tale as old as time when it comes to fandoms, and people are entitled to their opinions. The reason why I made this post is because lately, the Nooshy bashing is starting to cross a line.

Over the last few months, I've been seeing a growing number of comments complaining about people including Nooshy in their fanart. I've also been seeing a growing number of posts outright insulting people who like Nooshy or like to ship her with Johnny, saying that they're stupid and shallow and should just go away because they’re a blight on the fandom.

How about no.

In a fandom, people are allowed to like whatever character they like, or ship whatever couple they like, so long as they're not hurting anyone. If you hate Nooshy so much that you can't stand seeing any fanart of her or fanfics of her, because you don't want to be reminded that she exists, then I'm sorry but you're either just going to have to deal with that or stop engaging with the parts of the fandom where people want to appreciate her. Because quite frankly, your hatred for this character is no one else’s problem except your own and people are not going to stop liking her just for your benefit.

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Hi,

Do you ever think on the first conversation Inej and Kaz had in Heleen's office? It feels like theres a lot there and I wondered if you have any thoughts on it. I come back a lot to when Inej asks Kaz if he convinced Per Haskell to buy out her indenture because "you like Suli girls" and Kaz answers "i don't know enough Suli girls to say"

that's a very interesting sort of snarky answer to me because he refutes the idea that he's the type to fetishize the Suli culture to the point of being "into" Suli women just because they are Suli. But also he doesn't just shut down the idea of him being into anyone. Which ... This is post Imogen debacle, he's resigned himself to not being "into" anyone at this point for several years. He doesn't care how people see him for it either. He could have been ruder or more just more direct about this, but he wasn't. And its like that with many of his early actions towards Inej. He's nicer than you'd think he'd be and its interesting becuase i don't get a sense that Kaz fell for Inej "at first sight", i think his love for her was gradual and snuck up on him (heh) so really everything he did at first and especially not demanding she gets a dregs tatto must have been from some basic sense of compassion, although he'd shank me for saying so.

Also, i always wondered how Kaz explained to Haskell why Inej didnt get a tattoo, then i re-read the books recently i realized omg i bet he totally probably just didn't?! Inej wasn't the type talk about it, she wears concealing clothes and is not very seen/social within the gang so my theory is that lazy ass Haskell didnt ask and assumed she got a tatto and kaz just let the assumption happen. Do you think that's believable?

Hi, thanks so much for your question - and so sorry it’s taken me an eternity to reply!

When I tell you that I think about this meeting once a week… well I’m hoping that you think “woah so cool she knows so much and thinks so in depth about these characters literary analysis is awesome” and not “Jesus Christ she’s insane”. But genuinely, the Kanej meeting is something I think about a lot and I think holds an awful lot of meaning.

The “you like Suli girls” “I don’t know enough Suli girls to say” to me is such a wonderful moment because, as you quite rightly said, it immediately refutes Kaz’s endorsement of the hyper-sexualisation of Suli culture that we see so prevalently in Kerch / Ketterdam (I’ve gone into this at length before but in a whistle stop tour think about the way the Menagerie customers talk about Inej and place so much emphasis on her skin colour, her bedroom at the Menagerie being a “farcical” version of a Suli caravan, the way “the Menagerie always stocked a Suli girl”, the Rare Spices billboard, etc). And this is so important for so many reasons, but in particular because the second Heleen exits the room and she’s alone with Kaz, Inej immediately tenses at the assumption that he is going to rape or assault her- “braced herself for what would come next, fingers twisting in her silks”. And what happens instead? He asks her for her name. Her name, that has been ignored and erased for an entire year as yet another roll of dehumanisation piled against her. Even though the pair discuss and make a clear understanding of the fact that this isn’t some kind of rescue mission and Inej’s world isn’t going to suddenly fix itself, this moment makes an instant connection for Inej between Kaz Brekker and safety. Because somehow, despite everything that’s happening, this moment in Tante Heleen’s office is the safest Inej has felt for an entire year. It’s also interesting that you mentioned he doesn’t shut down the idea of not being interested in anyone and I definitely agree with that, personally I don’t believe that Kaz is asexual although I know some people headcanon him that way it’s just not something that works for me and my perception of his character, and that’s because of situations like his attraction to Imogen and several situations he’s in with Inej. His exact words when considering being with Imogen are “he knew the things he was supposed to want. He did want those things”, which to me very clearly shows that he does experience sexual attraction and sexual desire, and the limiting factor is his ptsd and touch aversion rather than his sexuality/orientation. I agree that Kaz and Inej didn’t experience a love at first sight kind of moment, but I do think that this meeting really solidified their relationship to a level of immediate understanding between them, in essence an acknowledgment of them being “twin soldiers, marching on, pretending they were fine”. They are both able to see the other, clock that they understand to some extent, and respect each other.

Kaz is quite abrasive in this scene, but what always gets me is how confrontational Inej is able to be - “And what happens when you take their money, and you become a rich man?”. (The quote is something to that effect, sorry I don’t have my book with me right now). I think that a big aspect of her being able to summon the confidence to put herself against him so immediately is that she genuinely feels this level of safety with him, because this far he represents the opposite of everything that had tormented her. Or at the very least the polar end of a spectrum that she has been tormented by another part of. And controversially to the image of everything Inej has experienced in the Barrel so far, Kaz is amused by and enjoys her standing up to him, in fact he almost seems endeared by it saying “Then you can steal all my secrets too”.

And ohh the tattoo, or lack thereof, makes me so happy! It doesn’t require much reading between the lines to understand the relevance of Kaz not forcing Inej to take the Dregs tattoo on, she even says herself that he refused to be the one who marked her again, but I love the idea that he didn’t actually tell anyone she’s not got it!! I hadn’t considered this before but it makes perfect sense with everything we know about Inej’s relationship with the Dregs - Nina doesn’t know she lacks the tattoo, and Inej comments on the fact that the others can’t see her scars from having the Menagerie feather removed but that “they all knew it was there”, suggesting she keeps her forearms covered most of the time, and the emotional disconnect she feels from the rest of the Dregs is always discussed at an intellectual level and in the way she spends most of her time with Kaz or alone rather than with them rather than any dislike/distrust/etc of her because she didn’t take on the tattoo. I absolutely love this theory because it takes away any feeling of guilt around lacking the tattoo and also makes it a far more personal thing to be shared only between Kaz and herself.

Thank you so much, I’m so sorry it took me so long to reply, but I hope this made sense and that you enjoyed reading it! <3

[redsummermoon]

Hello! I love your writing, to start. I know you said you only like to write for Charlie, buuuut sense you also asked for ideas, I thought I’d mention this one I had! So I’m the odd man out and actually have a fascination with Richard Cameron. I know, don’t hurt me. But I was thinking of a scenario with a female reader and a sort of “enemies to lovers” fic with Cameron? Basically where they’re complete opposites. Maybe the reader is popular and rebellious, and of course Cameron is himself. They’ve got nothing in common except the poetry meetings they like to go to, and they really just make snarky comments back and forth the whole time. Then finally (sense it’s fall) they end up going to a Halloween party. (Perhaps there’s drinking involved?) And Cameron ends up seeing the reader in her costume, that by 50’s standards might be a little risqué, and he’s like “how tacky, girls shouldn’t dress like that”, but secretly he ends up like … 👀❤️ And then smooch

Anyways, that’s my idea. Feel free to ignore. Thanks, love 💗

Of course my first request is cameron😒 (IM KIDDING) 

Thanks for requesting!! I hope I did your fascination justice❤️

Something More

Richard Cameron x reader

CW: use of Y/N, female reader, blonde hair reader, underage drinking, making fun of nervous stuttering

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Cameron had never understood Y/N.

Sure, she was smart. Probably too smart for someone who spent most of her time breaking rules with Charlie Dalton or getting involved in Neil Perry’s theatrical antics. Cameron could almost tolerate Charlie’s rebellious streak. After all, they were roommates, and you had to pick your battles. But Y/N… there was something about her that made it impossible for him to simply look the other way.

It wasn’t that he hated her. At least, Cameron didn’t think it was hatred. Maybe it was the way she always seemed to one-up him. Like when she managed to sweet-talk her way out of trouble for sneaking into the theater building late at night, or when she got away with challenging the headmaster’s every word without consequence. Charlie thought she was brilliant, and Neil seemed to gravitate toward her, especially during their impromptu play rehearsals. But to Cameron, Y/N was the embodiment of everything he wasn’t. Free-spirited, fearless, and… reckless.

He sighed, adjusting his tie in the reflection of the small dorm mirror. "Rivals," he muttered under his breath. That was what he’d settled on. They were rivals. Even if he didn’t quite understand why it bothered him so much.

Cameron knew he was no rebel. He liked rules, structure, and order. It was what made him who he was. But then came Neil’s ridiculous idea of reviving the Dead Poets Society. Neil had made it sound poetic and adventurous, a hidden escape from the suffocating walls of Welton. It was, of course, the exact sort of thing Charlie and Y/N would love.

Naturally, Cameron wanted no part of it. Sneaking out after curfew, wandering into the woods, all for the sake of reading poetry in secret? It was a direct violation of school policy, and Cameron wasn’t about to jeopardize his future over some poetry club. At least, that’s what he had been planning to say when Neil invited him.

But then, of course, he overheard Neil mentioning Y/N would be there.

He had no idea why that changed things, but suddenly, Cameron felt a knot tighten in his stomach. She’d be there, laughing, breaking the rules, and Cameron knew exactly how it would play out. She’d have that smug look on her face, as if she’d won some unspoken battle between them. She’d act as if she was braver, bolder, and once again, she’d leave Cameron in her dust.

"Fine," Cameron said to Neil, trying to hide the nervous edge in his voice. "I’ll go."

He hated the way his palms started sweating the moment he agreed, and the anxiety that knotted in his chest only tightened as the hours passed. Sneaking out wasn’t his thing. But he couldn’t let Y/N have this. Not this time. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of thinking she was more daring than him.

Later that night, as Cameron made his way through the shadows of Welton’s halls, he tried to calm the rising tide of his nerves. His heart pounded in his chest, each footstep feeling heavier than the last. This was wrong. Everything about it was wrong. He shouldn’t be sneaking out to the woods, shouldn’t be joining some secret society that defied everything Welton stood for.

But when he thought of Y/N, laughing and teasing him about being too scared to join them, he gritted his teeth and pressed forward.

The night was heavy with silence, the kind that pressed against Cameron's ears, heightening his anxiety as they made their way into the woods. Neil and Charlie led the group, their low murmurs and laughter breaking the stillness every now and then. Cameron lagged behind, mentally cataloging every risk, every infraction, every possible way this could go horribly wrong.

Then there was Y/N.

She darted ahead of the group, her footsteps loud as she ran through the leaves, laughing as she threw her arms out wide. “This is it, boys! The start of our revolution!” she shouted into the night air.

Cameron winced. “Shut up,” he hissed, jogging up to catch her. “We’re still too close to the school!”

Y/N only grinned, glancing over her shoulder at him with a playful glint in her eyes. “Relax, Cameron. No one’s going to hear us out here.”

“They will if you keep yelling like that.” He grabbed her arm, tugging her back toward the group. “Do you ever think? We’re supposed to be sneaky, and you’re—”

Before he could finish, Y/N spun around, eyes wide in mock innocence. “Me? You think I’m the problem?”

“Yes!” Cameron’s voice cracked slightly, his frustration rising. “You’re always so loud—”

Y/N leaned in closer, yelling, “Am I?”

He groaned, placing his hand over her mouth to stop whatever retort she had coming. “Just... quiet.”

For a moment, Y/N’s eyes locked onto his. They glimmered with mischief as Cameron rambled on about the consequences if they got caught. She wasn’t even listening. She never listened. Then, without warning, she licked his hand.

“Ugh!” Cameron pulled back, wiping his hand on his blazer.

Y/N smirked. “Thanks for the taste, Cameron!” She winked, then darted ahead, disappearing into the trees.

Cameron stood there for a moment, seething as her laughter echoed back at him. “That damn girl,” he muttered under his breath, before hurrying to catch up with the others.

• • • • • ☽ ☼ ☾ • • • • •

A few weeks later, they’d settled into their usual spot in the woods, the group began their poetry readings. Neil always read with confidence, Charlie with charm, and even Knox, when not obsessing over some girl, could manage to stumble through his lines.

Then there was Cameron, who dreaded his turn.

“I-I think I’ll go next,” Cameron announced, clearing his throat as he stood up, gripping the poetry book a little too tightly.

Y/N leaned over to Neil, whispering loud enough for Cameron to hear, “Brace yourselves, boys. Here comes another thrilling performance from Mr. Perfection himself.”

Cameron’s face burned. He shot her a look, but Y/N just smiled sweetly, batting her eyelashes in mock innocence. He started to read, his voice wavering on the first line.

“Wh-Whose woods these are I think-I think I know. H-His-his house is in the-the village though.”

Y/N leaned in closer, whispering to Charlie. Cameron figured she would be making fun of his stuttering.

Cameron shot her another glare, stumbling on his next line. “H-He will not see m-me stopping he-here.”

Charlie snorted under his breath, but Neil shot Y/N a warning look. She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and leaning back against a rock. Still, the damage was done, and Cameron barely made it through the rest of the poem without losing his nerve.

Later, when Knox started talking (again) about his girl troubles, Y/N took it as her cue to play matchmaker. “You just need to be bolder, Knox! Girls love confidence. You’ve gotta show her you’re the one!”

Cameron sighed, rubbing his temples. “Y/N, can you not? We’re trying to read poetry, not solve Knox’s love life.”

She turned to him, eyebrows raised. “What’s wrong, Cameron? Jealous? I can help you with your stuttering and your girl problems.”

He scoffed. “I don’t have girl problems.”

“Oh, really? Then why is your face red every time I’m around?” Y/N shot back.

• • • • • ☽ ☼ ☾ • • • • •

Lately, Y/N has been… different. She’d still tease him, but it wasn’t with the same sharpness, the same eagerness to provoke a reaction. Her jokes seemed half-hearted, like she was holding something back.

One evening, after Cameron had finished reading his poem, without stuttering for once, he looked up to see Y/N staring at him. Not smirking or rolling her eyes, but actually staring. For a second, Cameron thought he might’ve imagined it, but when he caught her gaze, she quickly looked away, focusing on the ground.

What was that about?

“Hey, Y/N,” Cameron asked after the meeting had ended, the others already making their way back toward the school. She stopped, turning to face him, the moonlight casting soft shadows over her face. “You… didn’t make fun of me tonight.”

She blinked, a slow smile creeping onto her lips. “Would you rather I had?”

Cameron shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond. “No, I just… I noticed.”

“Maybe I’m getting soft. Or maybe you’re getting better,” Y/N shrugged. “See you at the Halloween party tomorrow.”

Before Cameron could reply, she brushed past him, her arm grazing his as she walked by. He stood there for a moment, confused, flustered, and less irritated than he usually was after one of their encounters.

That damn girl.

• • • • • ☽ ☼ ☾ • • • • •

Cameron adjusted his soldier's uniform for the tenth time, nervously scanning the cafeteria. The decorations were tacky but festive, with paper bats hanging from the ceiling and pumpkins lining the tables. People had gone all out with their costumes, and the music blaring from the speakers set the perfect atmosphere for the Halloween party at Chris’s high school.

Cameron wasn’t usually one for these kinds of things, but tonight, he was trying to make an effort. His friends were really excited and that kind of energy was contagious. He spotted Knox and Chris almost immediately. Knox was beaming, dressed as Batman, and Chris, right beside him in a Batwoman costume, clung to his arm like they were in their own little world.

Knox caught Cameron’s eye and waved him over. “Cameron! You made it!”

“Yeah, wouldn’t miss it,” Cameron said, though his eyes were still darting around the room. “You guys seen Charlie or Y/N?”

Chris and Knox exchanged a look before laughing.

Cameron frowned. “What?”

Knox shrugged, grinning. “You don’t want to know.”

Cameron’s confusion only deepened. “What do you mean by that?”

Neil strolled up at that moment, wearing a Dracula costume that, somehow, actually suited him. His cape billowed dramatically as he greeted them. Cameron wasted no time.

“Neil, where’s Charlie and Y/N? They said they’d be here.”

Neil shook his head, chuckling softly. “Trust me, Cameron, you don’t want to know.”

Before Cameron could press further, the doors swung open, and Charlie made his grand entrance. Dressed as a pirate, complete with an eyepatch, a fake sword strapped to his waist, and a slightly tipsy grin, Charlie swaggered into the cafeteria.

“There he is,” Knox said, laughing as Charlie made his way over.

“Cameron!” Charlie greeted him loudly, saluting to his friend. “Good to see ya, soldier boy!”

Cameron’s nose crinkled. “You’ve been drinking already?”

“Sir yes, sir!” Charlie smirked, holding up a cup of punch. He shoved the cup into Cameron’s hand. “Here, have some. Courtesy of me and Y/N.”

Cameron eyed the cup warily but took a sip. His throat burned slightly from the spike of alcohol, and he shot Charlie a look. “You spiked the punch?”

Charlie wiggled his eyebrows. “Of course. It’s a party, Cam! Loosen up!”

Cameron sighed, lowering the cup. “Speaking of Y/N... where is she?”

Charlie’s eyes lit up with mischief, and he let out a low whistle. “Oh, just wait until you see her. She’s… well, you’ll see.”

The noise of the party seemed to dull as the doors swung open again, and in walked Y/N, dressed as Marilyn Monroe. The crowd parted like the Red Sea as she moved through, her heels clicking against the floor, and every head, boy and girl alike, turned to stare.

Y/N wore a tight, black dress that shimmered under the dim lights, with a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination. The back was almost entirely see-through, revealing glimpses of her skin with every step. The dress ended high on her thighs, adorned with frills that swayed as she walked. A long strand of pearls hung from her neck, falling gracefully down from her ruby-red lips as she held a pearl between them. Her hair was perfectly styled in soft, platinum blonde curls, pinned in a way that mimicked the iconic Marilyn Monroe look.

Cameron could only stare. His breath caught in his throat, and he felt his cheeks burning. He should’ve known from Charlie’s reaction that Y/N would come dressed to impress, but this… this was something else.

“Holy...,” he muttered under his breath. “Girls shouldn’t dress like that.”

Charlie elbowed him with a grin. “Come on, man. Just enjoy it.”

But Cameron couldn’t. Or rather, he couldn’t stop himself from looking. As Y/N made her way through the crowd, it was as if the entire room was drawn to her. She moved with confidence, a playful smirk on her lips as people whispered and gawked at her.

Charlie nudged Cameron again, this time a bit harder. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I…” Cameron stammered, quickly downing the rest of the punch in his cup. The alcohol did nothing to calm his nerves.

And then, she was there. Right in front of them.

Y/N smiled, looking between Charlie and Cameron. “Hey, boys.”

Charlie gave her a whistle again. “Y/N, you’ve outdone yourself.”

Y/N gave a little twirl, the frills of her dress bouncing playfully. “You like it?” Her eyes landed on Cameron, and her smile grew wider. “What about you, Cameron?”

Cameron swallowed hard. “I, uh... well...”

Before he could gather his thoughts, Charlie cut in, laughing. “Cameron’s jaw was on the floor the second you walked in. Couldn’t take his eyes off you.”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she turned her full attention to Cameron. “Really?” Her voice was teasing, but there was a warmth in her expression that made Cameron’s face heat up even more.

“I-I wasn’t—” Cameron started to protest, but he felt his cheeks growing even redder, and he knew there was no denying it.

Y/N’s smile widened, clearly pleased. “Well, I’m glad you approve.” She reached out and lightly touched his arm. “I think your costume is great too, by the way. Very handsome.”

Cameron opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He nodded quickly, feeling more flustered than ever, and Charlie burst out laughing at the sight of him. Cameron couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the heat rising in his cheeks, but either way, he was in over his head.

As Charlie walked away, giving Cameron a playful wink before disappearing into the crowd, Y/N stayed by Cameron’s side. The music had shifted to something slower, softer, and the energy in the room had mellowed. Y/N turned to Cameron, her smile softening as she caught his gaze.

“So,” she began, taking a small step closer, “what do you say? Want to dance with me?”

Cameron blinked, taken aback. “Dance? With… me?”

Y/N laughed, nodding. “Yes, you. Come on, it��ll be fun.”

Still confused, Cameron hesitated. “Why are you being so… nice to me?” He glanced down, feeling the weight of her attention more than ever. “I mean, we’re not exactly… friends.”

Y/N’s smile faded slightly, but there was a tenderness in her expression. “I guess something’s changed,” she said, shrugging lightly. “I don’t want to be rivals anymore. I don’t think we need to be.”

Cameron’s brow furrowed. “You don’t?”

“No,” Y/N said simply. She looked him in the eyes, her expression sincere. “I don’t want to argue with you all the time. It’s exhausting. I think we could be something else. What do you think, Cameron? Is that okay with you?”

Cameron felt his heart race. She was being so open, so honest. He hadn’t expected this. “I... yeah. That’s okay with me.”

Y/N’s eyes twinkled as she took another step closer, her voice dropping to a soft, almost teasing tone. “Good. So... what do you think we should be, then?”

Cameron swallowed nervously, unsure of how to answer. “I... I don’t know. What do you want to be?”

Y/N’s smile grew wider, playful but warm. “Well,” she said, her fingers lightly brushing against his arm, “maybe this can be our first date. You know, to figure out if we should just be friends... or something more.”

Cameron’s mind went blank for a second, but deep down, he knew what he wanted. He had always been drawn to her, even through their bickering, even when he told himself it was just rivalry. The truth was, it had always been something more.

“I think…” he began, his voice a little shaky but determined. “I think I’d like to be something more.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up, her smile becoming something softer, more genuine. She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Prove it.”

Without thinking, Cameron closed the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a soft, tentative kiss. The world seemed to disappear for a moment. The party, the music, the people; everything faded into the background. It was just them, standing in the middle of the dance floor, sharing something neither of them had expected.

When they pulled apart, Y/N was smiling, her cheeks flushed. “Well, that’s a good start.”

Cameron smiled back, feeling lighter than he had in a long time. “So... does that mean we’re not rivals anymore?”

Y/N laughed, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the center of the dance floor. “Nope. From now on, we’re on the same team.”

As they began to dance, moving in time with the soft music, Cameron couldn’t help but feel like this was the best first date he could’ve imagined. Y/N, with all her teasing and fire, was someone he’d always admired, and now, she was something more.

(Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost included (one of my fav poems))

[bellatrixobsessed1]

I Am Blackened Bones (Part 26)

Spirit Azula isn’t exactly one to be convincing or persuasive. But she is stubborn and she does refuse to leave even when Katara asks her nicely to do so, just for the duration of the council meeting. Katara imagines that Azula has some choice words for the spirit. She also imagines that the spirit has gotten used to Azula’s prickly demeanor and blunt harsh words. Accustomed enough to ignore them entirely. And so, with the declaration, that she let Azula be there for the sky curtains, so she will be staying at the forefront for as long as she pleases. But it does have its perks to take her to the meeting instead; it puts the council members at ease to speak with a softer version of Azula. To look into those innocent, curious eyes rather than to meet human Azula’s fiery, intense gaze. To watch a terribly bored spirit Azula fidget and count the icicles on the ceiling instead of seeing human Azula sit stiffly and imposingly.

Katara imagines that Azula’s natural overall demeanor wouldn’t do her any favors on this particular endeavor. She supposes that Azula, with enough effort, could threaten and intimidate her way to the Spirit Oasis. But that would be nowhere near as efficient and effective as spirit Azula just being herself with Azula’s sweet, silky voice, soft face, and tiny stature.

Afterall, what harm could a precious thing like her do?

Provide a good disguise. 

Act as a vessel to conceal a bomb.

The spirit, innocent and unassuming, could walk into the Oasis and human Azula could force her way out and do whatever she pleases with Tui and La. But she wouldn’t do that…would she? Katara furrows her brows at the realization that she doesn’t think Azula would take advantage of them letting her into the Spirit Oasis.

Maybe she is letting her guard too far down. Being too trusting. Maybe the spirit has instilled exactly the kind of trust that can pave the way to Azula doing something horrible. Something to usurp Zuko and take back what she thinks is hers. 

But no. She had seen the way Azula looked at her. The things that Azula had confessed to. She can fake a lot of things, but love has a certain look and feel to it. One that Katara has come to recognize very well. And Azula, both versions of her been very sincere. And so she concludes that Azula only wants what truly does belong to her; her firebending. She can only imagine just how much Azula misses it, Katara had been so lost when TyLee had chiblocked her for the first time. 

The council members continue to chatter amongst themselves after Aang finishes his recount of everything that he has observed of both Azulas. That the spirit is friendly and playful and quite fun to be around and that Azula herself is cooperative. Snarky and standoffish but not particularly combative. She mostly keeps to herself. 

“Regardless of how we feel about her, I think that we can all agree that it’s cruel to let someone suffer like that. A bender’s bending should never be taken from them, let alone become a source of suffering to them.” He concludes.

“You took Ozai’s bending from him, did you not?” A council woman asks, she studies Azula’s face for a reaction. Whatever Azula’s might have been, the spirit takes with indifference. 

“Former Fire Lord Ozai was an active threat who could be stopped in any other way.”

“Any other way that you were willing to perform.” Says the man next to her.

“Either which way, taking someone’s bending is a last resort and it’s not necessary with Azula.”

“If the spirits choose to keep her from her bending then there is probably a reason for it.” Chief Arnook counters. 

Katara has a feeling that this is the exact back and forth that has been keeping this meeting in session for so long.

“The spirits have their own biases. And they aren’t always right.” Sokka points out. “That Wan Shi Tong guy, he sunk a library with us inside of us because we were trying to use his books to try to keep the Fire Nation from conquering everything. An angry spirit terrorized Senlin Village because it thought that they destroyed its forest.”

This gives the council pause. 

It gives Azula pause. 

Azula who studies him with a look of confusion.

“He did say that he was going to try to get along with you.” Katara whispers to her. 

And the conversation carries on with a brand new debate. Should they trust the spirit’s judgment? If they can’t trust the spirits then why seek out their help? It goes on and on until Katara feels like they are talking in circles and the spirit seems to nod off. 

It is in the spirit’s exhaustion that Azula works her way back in and Katara’s stomach flutters. But Azula keeps quiet, a silent observer until they ask her why she thinks that she should be granted access to the Spirit Oasis.

Azula holds her silence for a moment before answering with a question of her own. “What have I done, specifically, that makes you think that I shouldn’t be granted access?” She pauses. “My brother did more to warrant distrust than I have but you welcome him into your city with open arms.” 

“And he will never see the Spirit Oasis again.” Chief Arnook assures. 

“I don’t need to be awake when I go there.” Azula shrugs. 

“But the spirit will be and you can harness from her, any information that might be useful to you.” 

“In any capacity.” She clarifies. “I don’t need to be awake in any capacity. Someone can carry me, unconscious to the Oasis and out of it.” Katara is certain that she is terribly uncomfortable with her own idea. It would leave her terribly prone and vulnerable. 

There is a murmur around the table.

Katara wonders how the spirit would have answered. 

.oOo.

It has been some time since she and the spirit have been together in this dark place, listening to the raging of the fire beyond it. Azula wonders if the crackle will fade and the walls of that flaming labyrinth will finally extinguish.

The spirit sits across from her, her posture is lax but it bears a much closer resemblance to her own than it had before. She, in fact, recognizes more of herself in the spirit than she has ever been able to.

There is an intelligence in her eyes, a knowingness. A very particular kind of knowingness. The kind that Azula herself often possesses. And that is the knowledge that she knows something that someone else doesn't. Or something that many people don’t. To be on the other end of that is unsettling. Worse still in that she can’t possibly fathom what that little spirit version of her can know that she doesn’t. But the look suits the spirit so well. It suits the spirit because it suits her. 

The spirit is starting to talk like her too; with the same inflections in the same places and the same tones. Her word choice is growing increasingly eloquent. 

And somehow that terrifies Azula. 

“We’re going to get our bending back.” She says as though it isn’t still possible for Tui and La to reject them. Or for the Oasis water to simply be ineffective. “We could go back to the Fire Nation.”

“That is the goal, yes.”

“Is it?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

And the spirit shrugs. “I quite like it here. The sights are extraordinary. It’s something new.”

“And what would you know about that? You’ve never been to Caldera City for yourself.”

Her mirror image extends an arm. Her fingers touch Azula’s forehead. “I have.”

“That’s not the same.”  

“It is.” The spirit insists. 

“How so?”

“I can feel the things that you do if I want to.” She pauses. “I can push you out if I want to.” She draws out another longer silence. “You aren’t stronger than me. You can’t ‘snuff me out’ as easily as you think you can.” 

Azula’s stomach churns and she begins to wonder just how innocent the spirit truly is. And just when it had stopped being ignorant and goofy and started playing the part. 

Or maybe she is looking too much into it. Projecting what she would have done onto a spirit that truly is kind and goofy. 

She hadn’t even considered that the spirit can be intelligent and playful at once; a new, evolve version of her.

A superior version of her.

She hadn’t even considered that the spirit might just be able to take over her life. Azula would lose her firebending for good if she exorcises her spirit self. The spirit, now that she has gotten re-acquitted with her vocabulary and the human world, has nothing to lose but baggage and hurt.

Maybe this whole time she was the one who was meant to fade. She almost certainly was. She was the one left behind in the maze. Perhaps it is time to let go. She can’t achieve what the spirit can earn for her. Affection, comfort, friends…

It wouldn’t be so bad to just let go. Aside from these brief, fleeting moments she only suffers anyways. 

There is a flicker of satisfaction the eyes of her spirit self. The thrill of a conquest. A bold sparkle that comes with knowing that she has the upper hand. Triumph, complete and total. And, Agni, she wears that look so well. Well enough that even she has trouble distinguishing the two of them apart. The spirit tilts her head and that look fades. “I don’t want to push you out though. You hate me so much, but I don’t hate you.” 

Azula swallows hard. It has been a good while since she has made herself cry. 

She can’t watch herself be happy without feeling embarrassed to the point of anger. Being carefree and happy, she realizes feels like making a fool of herself.

She hates the part of her that is happy because that part of her is everything that she wishes she could be. She can’t even look at the good parts of herself without feeling resentment and dissatisfaction. 

The spirit regards her with what can only be pity. She sits down next to her other half and when Azula doesn’t push her away, she takes her into her arms. She is so broken, so very broken that she can’t stand to see herself happy, can’t stand to imagine what that might be like. “Go ahead.” She murmurs. “You can have Katara for yourself.” 

“When you asked her, Katara said that she didn’t want that.” 

“She’d never know.” 

“I don’t want that. And you don’t want that.” The spirit informs her. 

She doesn’t want that. 

She doesn’t want to fade. 

But she doesn’t want to hurt either. 

Beyond their little dark place, where the spirit holds her close, a wall of flames fades into ember and smoke.

[vintagepresley]

One Night Of Sin...

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader 

Word Count: 7,453 words

Warning: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Oral (f receiving and m receiving)), some light fingering, teasing, dirty talk, praise, use of the word whore and slut, rough fucking, one night stand, tons of cursing, typical Elvis stuff.

Author’s Notes: Ahhh, okay, I really love this story that I came up with because of that picture of him and just this song in general, the reader is a bit different in this story than my others, you aren't a huge fan of Elvis and don’t see the hype in him, which only makes him more interested in you and he keeps pushing until you give in to him. I hope you guys enjoy it and I can’t wait to hear your thoughts! Also, what do we think about this becoming a mini series in the future? Possibly spelling errors!

One night with you, is what I’m now praying for….

You had taken a trip to Vegas with your best friend and she had gotten the two of you a pair of tickets to see the one and only, Elvis Presley at his midnight show, you had enjoyed some of his music and you thought he was an attractive guy, but you didn’t fawn over him like most women did and your friend was huge fan, so you agreed to go because it was like once in a lifetime type of thing. The show was going to start in less than two hours, and you still hadn’t come to a decision on what to wear, so you sorted through your suitcase looking at the different choices you bought, finally deciding on black mini dress, paired with some brown suede knee high boots and a brown suede jacket, adding few pieces of jewelry to pull the outfit together. You decided to wear your hair down and just a touch of makeup. By time you had gotten ready the time had flown by and the show was going to be starting in an hour, and your friend was already rushing you out the door with her even though you are staying at the International, so you didn’t see the big deal. But she wanted to get downstairs just in case any members of Memphis Mafia happened to walk by because they were pretty good with picking girls out to go backstage to meet Elvis and she wanted the two of you to be those girls.

As you were in the elevator, they had pictures of him plastered all over you couldn’t walk anywhere in the hotel without seeing a photo of him somewhere or some kind merchandise, you found it to be a bit much. “They really make sure that you don’t forget the great Elvis Presley is here.” you say in a bit of a snarky tone, followed by a small laugh. “He’s everything, of course! I’m telling you’re going to have a good time. He’s a wonderful performer and it doesn’t hurt that he’s sexy too.” She said with a laugh. You shook your head at him, rolling your eyes with a smirk. Once the elevator opened onto the showroom floor, you both walked out together arm and arm as she continued to obsess over him, which just made you laugh. You decided to get a few drinks at the bar before the start of the show, seeing the crowd that was forming and the women going crazy to buy all types of merch and at the ready for when they pick the girls to go backstage after the show, it was practically a madhouse and you just watched it all in curiosity, wanting to know what you were missing when it came to him that you weren’t acting the same way. Was there something wrong with you? Or were you really the only sane woman here.

As you both sipped your drinks, your friend continued to case the room, searching for any sign of the Memphis Mafia, and without missing a beat and nearly spitting out her drink she pointed out a few of the members walking through the small lobby and she grabbed a hold of you, dragging you with her as she rushed over to them, almost making you spill your drink. You had to give it to her though she meant business the way she was fighting her way through the other women with you following behind and once she was able to approach them that’s when they started picking out women they thought Elvis may like to have backstage, you casually stood there sipping your drink in the crazy crowd of women, not expecting to be picked, but fully supporting your friend if she had. As they went through picking a few girls your friend happened to be one of them and then they got over to you, and you looked nonchalant about the whole ordeal, and the guy making the decisions, who you soon find out was Joe Esposito, smirked at you and you narrowed your eyes at him wondering what that smirk was for and then he suddenly chose you as well, which you thought had to be a mistake at first, but your friend soon confirmed his decision with her excitement that you got picked and he made sure to get the seats that everyone was sitting that so they could escort you right backstage once the show was over.

“Oh my god, this is perfect! We both got picked and we’ll get to meet him!” she said happily. “Why me, though? Did you see the look he gave me before he picked me? What was that about??” you questioned. “Oh, I’m sure it was nothing.” She said. It was time for the show to start and you all rushed into the showroom, everyone in a hurry to get to their seats, your friend included and once you were had found your seats that were surprisingly very good seats and close to the stage as well. She must have paid buttload of money for these seats. Once everyone had been seated, the lights were turned down low and the intro to, “That’s All Right” began to play and suddenly the man himself began to strut out onto the stage in his fancy suit that hug his body in all the right ways and the roar of the crowd was like no other when he came out and began to perform the song, as the show went on the crowd only got wilder and women were flying out of their seats and trying to make it to the stage, you couldn’t help but laugh, but you hated to admit that he really did have a hell of a stage presence that just oozed sex the entire time, that at some moments he had you ready to hop out of your seat, but you refused to be one of those women, but you weren’t happy that he was making you feel the way he did, you chewed the inside of your cheek watching him on stage, being cheeky and bashful by his own sexiness that he knew he had. He knew what he was doing to all these women.

The show was coming to end and he was closing it with ‘Love Me Tender and you watched as he leaned down to kiss multiple women in the crowd and the women running up to try to get a kiss, and your friend being one of them, you were shaking your head in disbelief and just laughing to yourself that he was actually doing this, back to back he was kissing women and at one point he wasn’t even singing the song anymore. That only caused you to laugh more and watching your friend in desperation trying to get his attention for a kiss and she got lucky because he made his way to her and gave her one, you smiled knowing that just made her entire world and that it’s all you’re going to be hearing about for the next few days, or years. The show finally came to an end, and you watched as she made her way back over to you, nearly on the verge of passing out and her face so flush. She plopped down in her seat and you looked over at her, trying to hide your laughter. “Is he a good kisser?” you asked with a smirk. “I don’t remember… I think I died the moment he kissed me.” She said breathless. You burst out laughing and shaking your head at her. “You’re too much.” You said.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw that man again coming to your seat and he was gesturing you for you both to follow him and you both got him and followed behind him with group of other girls backstage, all of them chatting amongst one another about how much they love him and how hot he looked tonight. You wanted to blurt out those same thoughts, but held back from doing so, but you really loved the show and loved how sexy he looked. Your guide brought you all to a room and finally introduced himself as Joe Esposito and he was offering you all drinks and snacks. “I’m going to have you ladies wait here and once Elvis is ready, we’ll take you to the other room.” He said with a smile before he headed out. You didn’t know how to feel right now, your heart was racing which you didn’t know why, and you were having a pep talk with yourself in your head, not wanting to become like the rest of his fangirls. He’s just a guy who happens to be handsome and very talented with a voice of an angel... Shit... No, no big deal.

The minutes ticked by quickly and before you knew it Joe was coming back and telling you all to come with him, you all followed him out and into this other room where the rest of the members of the Memphis Mafia were and the man everyone was there to see, his back was turned, and he was in a completely different outfit now. “Hey, EP, I got some girls here to meet ya.” Joe said and you watched as Elvis turned around and you felt like your face said it all. You were stunned by how hot he looked. He was wearing black suit with a white high collar shirt, a few of the buttons opened at the top revealing parts of his chest and you couldn’t help but notice the chest hairs that stuck out. His suit was paired with a small belt around his waist and a few rings on his fingers, a simple look but also very Elvis Presley, it was rather big on him, but hugged him in all the right places, that it had you staring at him much longer than you liked. He looked like some sort of sexy vampire. You hated how much it was attracting you and you watched as he walked over to you all, a sly smirk on his lips. “Hello, ladies..” he said in that southern drawl of his the words coming out like silk. But before he could say anything else they were all over him, telling them how much they loved the show and what big fans they were, and wanting him to sign stuff. Which he did without a problem. You slowly moved into the background of all the chaos that surrounded him, letting your friend enjoy her moment.

You couldn’t help but watch him and how much he enjoyed the women fawning over him, with that stupid smirk on his face, he was eating it all up, loving the attention. As you stood back another one of his guys began talking to you, practically flirting and though you weren’t interested you spoke with him anyway, introducing himself as Sonny. “I’m Y/N.” you say softly. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He said with such confidence. You laughed off his advances. “Thank you.” You said kindly. As he continued to speak with you, you hadn’t noticed that Elvis had broken away from the crowd of women around him for a moment and out of the corner of your eye you saw another man approaching you and you looked up to see it was Elvis himself, towering above you, you swallowed slowly at the sight of him. He really was more handsome in person. “Well, who do we have here?” he said with a grin, eyeing you up and down, practically undressing you with his eyes. You notice Sonny suddenly walk away now, shaking his head. “What’s your name, honey?” he said staring directly at you as you stared back at him. “Uh.. I’m.. Y/N.” you said nervously. “Why ya hidin’ out over here? Didn’t you want an autograph too?” he asked. You wanted to roll your eyes at him, assuming you were like his fangirls. “No, I’m only here because one of those girls is my best friend.” You said, pointing her out to him. He glanced over at her and then back at you.

“I see, well, Joe certainly knows what I like…” he said with a chuckle, that sly smirk dancing across his lips. “Excuse me?” you say to him, raising an eyebrow. “Aw, nothin’, honey. All I mean is you’re the kind of girl I go for is all.” He said with a shrug. “Go for? Go for? Yeah, no, I’m okay.” You said with a scoff, pushing past him and shaking your head at the nerve of him. You walked over to your friend who was talking with some of his guys after the other girls had left and you nudged her a bit. “Can we go now?” you whispered, glancing over at Elvis who was staring at you intensely, still smirking at you, he could tell you were going to play hard to get and that was fine with him, he liked a challenge. Your friend nodded at your question as you both turned around were heading toward the door, Elvis walked over to the both of you, stopping you in your tracks, he knew what game to play with you and knew exactly how he’d get you into his bed by the end of night. “How’d you ladies like to come up to my suite to hangout for a bit?” he said with a smile. You shook your head a bit. “Oh my gosh, really? We-“ but before your friend could finish her sentence you were interrupting her. “We can’t. We have that uh... thing tomorrow in the morning.” You say, looking at her and trying to communicate with your eyes that you didn’t want to. “What thing?” she said confused. “You know the thing we really wanted to do. We must be up for.” You said more sternly. He chuckled softy. “Well, I’m sure whatever this thing is, I’ll have y’all back to your room in no time. I promise.” He said with a grin.

Your friend turned to you with a begging look on her face. “Come onnnnn.. It’ll be fun.” She said. You glanced up at him and he was still staring at you, and you glanced back at her, sighing softly. “Fine, but we won’t be staying long.” You said to him with a bit of attitude. “Yes, ma’am...” he said with a chuckle. “Hey, fellas let’s move this upstairs.” He said, putting his sunglasses on and everyone got up and Elvis himself escorted you both upstairs while his men followed closely behind as his bodyguards, you felt him slip his arm around your waist as he led the way with the two of you by his side, you tried to move away, but deep inside of you way deep, you were screaming inside that he was touching you. You don’t understand what that concert did you, but you certainly felt uncontrollable around him, but also annoyed that he thought he could just say a few words with that low voice of his and southern accent and that you’d just fall to your knees for him. What a joke. Once you all made it up to his suite and inside you couldn’t help but marvel at how big it was and fancy it was, you caught him looking at you and you cleared your throat, pretending that it was no big deal. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

Once again you stood off to the side next to your friend, watching everyone get comfortable and a few of the guys chatting your friend up again, different conversations happening at once and Elvis who just sat on the couch, and took his glasses off, just sitting there watching you and you glancing over at him every so often because you could feel his eyes on you the entire time. He was smiling this time as he watched you silently and now your eyes were meeting and you rolled them a bit as you tried your best not to look at him, but he just made it impossible especially with his eyes that were so blue that you couldn’t help but look at him, you felt yourself becoming slightly flustered because of him and his annoying staring. So, you decided to confront him, getting up from your seat and marching over to where he was sitting and he sat up a bit, his smile wider now. “What are you staring at?” you asked in an annoyed tone. He grinned at your words, licking his lips a bit. “Just admiring a pretty girl.” He said smoothly. You rolled your eyes at him. “Come on, honey, stop being that way, sit down with me.” He said, patting the seat next him. “Please?” he pleaded. You reluctantly sat beside him, trying your best to keep your distant from him. “Listen, I’m sorry if I came off too forward downstairs with ya. I meant no harm.” He said sincerely. “You just caught my eye and I think you’re beautiful.” He said, moving a bit closer to you. You did your best not to blush at those words, you felt so disappointed in yourself that this man really had the ability to do this. Suddenly you felt like one his fans that melted at the sound of his voice.

“Well, thank you for the apology and the compliment. But please don’t tell me that actually works on women?” you asked him, raising an eyebrow. He laughed at your words, shrugging a bit. “Sometimes it does, well... most of the time. But I see it’s going to take some time for you to warm up to me. But I guarantee that you will by the end of the night.” He said with a smirk. “You are just so confident in yourself, I see.” You said with a small laugh. “Nah, I just know you’re playin’ hard to get. But I can truly see how I make you feel.” He said as he scooted even closer to you, his arm resting behind you on the couch. You couldn’t even look at him now, how could he possibly see that? Now you were becoming nervous, not wanting to face him knowing you’d fall into that trap of his with those eyes and that curled up grin of his. But his assumption would soon be correct as the night went on and he continued to chat you up and letting you get to know him more; you slowly began to relax a bit on the couch to the point that you hadn’t realize his arm was around your shoulders.

You began to realize that he wasn’t that all bad of a person the more he talked which, he did most of the talking, asking you questions about your life here and there. But you got to know him a lot in the small frame of time that you had been sitting next to him, he was actually pretty respectful and decent guy, who was quite deep as well and filled with a ton of passion for what he does. You felt you had misjudged him a bit, thinking he was just some womanizer who was starved for attention from his female fans. You admittedly kind of liked him. After a while your friend came over to you saying she was getting tired and that the two of you should go, you agreed getting up from the couch and thanking Elvis for his hospitality and Elvis got up as well, grabbing a hold of your wrist.

“Stay the night with me.” He said. You looked at him like he was crazy. “No, I should probably go.” You said and suddenly your felt your friend nudge you and you looked at her and then she grabbed a hold of you, your wrist slipping out of Elvis’ grasp. “Are you crazy, Y/N?! If Elvis Presley asks you to stay, you stay.” She whispered. “Are you joking? I can’t stay up here with him. Especially not alone.” You whispered back and Elvis just stood by the couch watching the two of you whispering back and forth and suddenly your friend was shoving you back over to him. “She’s going to stay.” She said with a big smile. You narrowed your eyes at her, Elvis just chuckling to himself. “Thank you.” He tells her. “Hey, Sonny make sure her friend gets to their room safety.” He orders. You watched as she left with Sonny.

His attention turning back to you with a grin, and you tried your best to put on a smile, but really you were nervous, nervous about the possibility of being alone with him, the possibility of not being able to control yourself with him. “You don’t mind staying the night with me, do ya?” he said, those eyes of his staring deep into yours, you almost didn’t know how to answer. “No, no, not at all.” You said softly. “Good. I’m gettin’ a bit-tired guys, so I think I’m going to call it a night.” He announced and all of them wasted no time getting up the moment he said that, and you watched as each of them left one by one until it was just the two of you. You couldn’t believe you let your friend talk you into this, this was not something you did, and you were shocked that it was happening with Elvis. You stood in place, watching him make his way to the bedroom and he turned back to look at you. “Well, don’t just stand there, honey. Come on.” He said gesturing for you to come with him. You took a deep breathe, not knowing what to expect or why he even chose you. You took another sharp inhale and then exhaling, and you followed behind him to his bedroom.

You looked over his bedroom which was just as fancy as the rest of the suite and immediately noticing how cold it was, you stood there silently, watching him grab his pajamas and then he grabbed you something to wear as well, it was one of his dress shirts, handing it to you. He nodded toward the bathroom. “Go change into that, honey.” He said with a smile. “Elvis, I… What’s about to happen here?” you asked him, knowing you probably sounded stupid. He walked over to you, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulled you close to him. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya, baby, I promise. I just want you to spend the night with me.” He said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. The way he spoke you couldn’t help but believe him, he just had this way about him, he made it impossible to resist him. You nodded slowly at his words. “Okay...” you said softly, so obediently, and he let go of your waist and you slipped away into the bathroom, stripping off your clothes to change into the shirt he gave you. He got out of his own clothes and changed into his silk black pajamas, climbing into bed, and waiting for you. Once you had his shirt on, it hardly covered your panties that you kept on, leaving a few buttons undone. You were sure you were going to do more than just lay there with him, you looked in the mirror as if you were giving yourself a pep talk. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, I guess…

This was so out of your element, and you would never let a man talk you into bed with him as easily as Elvis had, but you felt like you couldn’t say no to him, and part of you didn’t even want to, part of you was curious what it would be like with him, he had pulled you in with his performance, with his looks with that outfit he was wearing tonight and more importantly his charm. You so badly wanted to dislike him, but you couldn’t. No wonder the women fawned over him, but it seemed he liked the women who didn’t easily fall to his every whim, because he wasn’t going to let you off that easy, he liked that you refused to give in to him, that you made him work for it. It turned him on. “What’s taking you so long in there, baby?” you heard him call out to you. “I’ll be right out!” you shouted back, turning on the faucet, splashing cold water on your face and then you shut it off, drying your face with a towel and then slowly walking out of the bathroom, he sat up the moment you walked out, smiling, you were feeling a bit shy that your lower body was on display for him, and you slowly climbed into his bed with him. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.” he muttered softly. “Thank you.” You said with a small smile. “Lay down, baby, I ain’t gonna bite.” He said with a chuckle. You were a bit hesitate at first but then eventually laid down beside him and he moved to lay closer to you, turning onto his side so he was facing you, one of his hands delicately running up and down your thigh, you pursed your lips together for a moment at his touch. “I’m really glad your friend pushed you to stay.” He said. “Well, I didn’t have choice she wouldn’t take no for answer much like you.” You said laughed softly. He chuckled and you watched as he got even closer to you, his face hovering above yours, both your eyes meeting with one another.

He slowly leaned down to kiss your lips, his lips soft against your own and you couldn’t resist kissing him back, placing your hand against his cheek as the two of you continued to kiss. Oh god… He really is a good kisser… Those soft lips… You felt his hand move up your thigh and over your panties and then on your stomach, tracing his fingers lightly against your skin, he could feel you shaking at his touch, as if you were nervous, he broke your kiss for a moment. “Relax, baby. I’m gonna be gentle with ya.” He whispered on your lips. You stared up at him for a moment, trying to find the words to say as your eyes stared at his gorgeous soft lips and then back up to his eyes. “I don’t normally do this… ” you said quietly. “We don’t have to...” he said understandingly. “No… I-I want to… I want to so bad…” you couldn’t believe those words left your mouth, but your body and your mind were wanting the same thing now… HIM.

He smiled at your words and pressed his lips against yours again, deepening his kiss, his tongue grazing over your bottom lip and slipping past your lips into your mouth, you let out a soft moan against his mouth, feeling so embarrassed by it. But that feeling faded quickly the more he kissed you, his hand running up and down the curves of your body, caressing and feeling his way along, squeezing at your breasts gently, he then removed his hand from under the shirt and began to slowly unbutton it, revealing your breasts to him, and once he had it completely opened it, he broke the kiss and pressed kisses down your jawline to your neck and then over every part of your breasts, his kisses light and soft against your skin, you licked your lips and let out a whimper at the feeling, watching him kiss over your body, it all felt like a dream, but it was real, it was all real.

His hands continued to move along your body, his hands desperate to touch every bit of your flesh, he was being so gentle like he promised, it was driving you wild, you felt the wetness pooling between your legs, seeping through the thin fabric of your panties, leaving an obvious stain. You suddenly felt his hand over your panties, touching every part of the fabric until you felt two of his fingers pressing directly against your pussy through the fabric, causing a playful smirk to form on his lips. “I knew you couldn’t resist me, baby... You’re already soaking through your panties for me.” He said quite pleased with himself for turning you into a complete mess. You whimpered at his words, feeling so embarrassed how easy he turned you on. “I wonder what would happen if I did this…” he said with a smirk, then suddenly you felt him press those two fingers in between your folds, the fabric of your panties hitting against your clit and the friction from it causing your body to squirm beneath him, he moved his fingers slowly against your clit, the friction only worsening things for you, as you continued to squirm and whimper, feeling your pussy dripping for him so much so that you had ruined your panties, his fingers lightly coated with your slick. “Fuck… I can’t wait to have my cock inside of you...” he growled

His words alone only furthered your arousal, your pussy throbbing for his cock, desperately needing him to fill the hungry void inside of you that suddenly wanted…. No, needed him to fuck you into the early hours of the morning. You felt him move his hand slowly into your panties, his fingers moving in between your folds, playing in your slick. “Goddamn… You’re so wet for me…” he mumbled, you could feel his growing cock pressed up against your thigh, eager to come out and play. You purred softly into his ear. “Elvis…” You cooed, any ounce of feminism in your body was thrown out the window at this point. He smirked at the sound of your quivering voice, pulling his hand out of your panties, he tugged at them and pulled them down your legs and you happily kicked them off for him. You were ready to give this man, this stranger, Elvis Presley every part of your body, so ready to submit to his needs.

You watched him slide his hands down both your thighs as he moved himself between your legs, spreading them wide open, completely exposing you to him, he stared at your pussy that glistened with your slick, watching it pooling out of you, you began to blush, your face so red that you covered your face with your hands, peeking through them at him. He stifled chuckle escaped him when he saw your reaction. “Mm... Lemme taste you baby…” he spoke softly, gripping your thighs with his strong hands, pulling you toward him, keeping your legs spread wide open for him as he bent your knees lifting your legs off the bed, keeping his hold on your thighs as he laid down, his face between your thighs and hovering just above your dripping, throbbing pussy, you couldn’t hold back the whimpering moans that escaped you, he hadn’t even begun to eat you out and you were already moaning like he was, he glanced at you with an eyebrow raised. “Damn, baby, I got you so excited, huh?” he smirked.

“Mhm…” the only words you could muster up to say in response to him, dying for his mouth to meet your pussy. He pressed a kiss against each of your thighs, tracing his lips against them before he was face to face with your pussy again, burying his face within it, your slick smearing all over his beautiful face, but it’s exactly what he wanted, dragging his tongue deep between your folds, tonguing every inch of you, tasting you on his tongue and letting out a soft groan against you. Your moans coming out as soft whines, reaching one of your hands down to tangle in his raven hair, tugging lightly. His tongue danced around your clit and then pressed firmly against it, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue, feeling your body tremble beneath him as it responded to each of his tongue’s light caresses, his mouth wrapping around your clit and sucking lightly on it. Your breathing becoming heavy and hitched, your chest rising and falling rapidly, as you threw your head back, moaning out his name softly, so badly wanting to close your thighs around his head, feeling yourself becoming more wet for him.

But before you knew it, he was pulling away from you, licking his lips with the biggest grin on his face as he sat up, you whimpered wanting him to stay there, staring at his face as it glistened with juices. “Good god, woman... You taste so fucking good, and this pussy is soaking for me… I need to feel you around my cock.” He grunted, licking the rest of you off his pouty lips and reaching to tug his pajama pants down, his cock springing out and fully hard just for you. You stared at it, admired it, he was so big it caused you to lick your lips at the sight of him. He climbed on top of you, his lower body resting right between your legs, you felt the thickness of his cock press up against your soaking pussy. You let out a shaky gasp from the feeling. “Oh, please, please, Elvis… I want you fuck me… Please…” you blurted out in a begging tone, you didn’t where this other side of you came from, but you knew it yearned for this man. He liked to hear you beg, he was pleased with the way he broke you, got you submitting to his whims and crying out to be fucked like a good girl.

As he laid on top of you, the weight of his pressing against you he leaned down to kiss your lips and you taste your juices on them, he reached up to wrap his hand around your throat. “You gonna be a good little girl for me, hm?” he said against your lips in a stern tone. You nodded your head at his words swiftly, your hands running over his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it to reveal that hairy chest of his that caught your eye earlier when it was peeking out of his dress shirt so perfectly, running your hands up and down his chest, your fingers coursing through the hair. “Do what you want to me, use me for your pleasure, Elvis…” you moaned against his lips. He was bit surprised at your words, but that was all he needed to hear. He reached down to grab his cock, sliding it in between your soaking wet folds, using you as his own personal lube, before circling the head of his cock around your entrance, and with one swift movement of his hips he forcefully shoved his cock inside of you, the promise of him being gentle had gone out the window, you cried out in pain, your walls clenched tight around him as you felt him fill you up with his cock, your hands grasping at his chest.

“Holy shit, fuck you’re so tight, baby…” He groaned out. He roughly slammed is hips into you, forcing his cock in deeper, forcing you to take him and stretch out around him, with each rough thrust, you cried out softly, your painful moans turning into pleasurable moans, he fucked you steadily, the sound of his hips slamming against yours filling the room, he wasn’t letting up, every thrust rougher than the next, forcing your walls open around him, taking him balls deep, your eyes rolled back as another moan escaped from the back of your throat, wrapping your legs around his torso tight, his face buried into the crook of your neck,  panting and breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead and he lifted his head, his lips against your ear. “Shit… there you go, baby, opening that pussy up for me like a good little whore. Taking this cock so good…” He whispered under his breath. His words sending you over the edge. He grabbed a hold of your hips, squeezing them firmly in his hands, it felt like he was fucking you into the mattress with how he was moving, he was an animal, you loved every minute of it.

You felt him plunging himself further into you, he felt so good inside of you, you didn’t want him to stop, you wanted him to destroy you, the whole feeling was euphoric, your eyes rolling back and your mouth forming an O shape as you moaned out his name, clawing at his chest and your nails digging into his skin, causing him to hiss at the feeling, he was hitting each spot that drove you over the edge and closer to the sensation of your orgasm, he lifted his head up to look at you. “Open your eyes, baby… I want you looking at me as I fuck you.” His words coming out airy and light between his groans. Your eyes fluttered open to the sight of his deep blue eyes staring at you, his face dripping in sweat with a look of lust and you stared at him, your lips still parted as you whimpered his name out, the words pooling from your lips like honey. “Elvis… E-Elvis…” you cried. “I love the way you say my name, baby… Say it louder…” he demanded and to get you to do so, he began to slam your hips against his, moving you at the same pace as his hips, the slapping sounds growing louder, the bed shaking beneath the two of you. You squeal softly, crying out his name louder as he kept up the tempo within you.

Each movement only pushing you further and deeper into that pure bliss, your eyes rolling back, making it hard for you to keep looking at him, he loved watching the way he was making you feel, driving you crazy, your orgasm was building, scratching at the surface to escape you, and you didn’t think you could fight it anymore. “E-Elvis… I’m-I’m… I’m gonna cum….” You cried loudly. His groans were becoming uncontrollable as he edged closer to his orgasm, feeling his cock twitch inside you. He reached up to grab your face, squeezing it tight in his grasps, your eyes shot open as you looked at him innocently. “F-Fuck… C-Cum all over my cock, baby.. Make a mess for me.” He grunted, his lips crashing against yours, kissing you sloppily, your lips consuming his in such a hunger, his cock still plunging deep inside of you. Your moans coming out in droves against his lips, the waves of your orgasm crashing to the surface, and you held onto him, your legs tightening around his body, holding him close as your body shook, squirmed underneath him as you came all over his cock, your hips grinding against him as every drop coated his cock, the feeling sending shivers down your spine.

“Goddamn, baby.” He mumbled breathlessly on your lips, a string a groans following behind his words, and now he was close to cumming, but he had gotten an idea, he wanted to cum in your mouth, he wanted to see the sticky whiteness of his cum on those beautiful plump lips of yours. “I’m gonna cum, baby... But… I.. I want your mouth around my cock, please…” He mumbled. You looked up at him, biting down on your bottom lip and nodding at his request. He carefully pulled out of you, the precum dripping from his cock as he got up and sat down on the edge of the bed, you peered down at his twitching cock as you climbed off the bed, your body feeling wobbly as you did and you got down on your knees in front of him, and he grabbed your face, brushing the pad of his thumb against your lips.

“Open that pretty little mouth for me…” he murmured, so close to letting go, he knew the moment that your mouth was around him, he was going to cum. You obeyed his orders and slowly opened your mouth wide for him, your lashes fluttering as you stared up at him, he circled his cock around your lips. “Fuck… You’re going to look so pretty covered in my cum, my little cum slut...” he moaned out, pushing his cock into the warmth of your mouth, you sat still for him, your hands resting in your lap as he began to fuck your mouth slowly, soft sounds escaping you as you sucked his cock tasting the saltiness of his cum, his body began to shake, and his breathing heavier than before. “Ah, shit…” he moans out breathless, that was all he needed to push him into his orgasm, and he grabbed a hold of his cock with one hand and then grabbing a hold of your hair, tilting your head back. “Keep that mouth open, baby...” he panted and he stroked his cock and suddenly you saw the thick substance shooting out of his cock and raining down onto your face and inside of your mouth, he had so much of it to give to you, that it left your face and mouth covered in him, dripping in his mess, he exhaled sharply as he came down from his high. “Fu—Fuck..” he pursed his lips, his cock still twitching in his hand and you swallowed every bit that landed in your mouth.

His eyes lighting up at the sight of you and he did something that you weren’t expecting, he leaned down and kissed your cum covered lips, sticking his tongue in your mouth and the two of you kissed passionately, you moaned against his lips because that turned you on so much and he pulled away with a smirk, strings of his cum dripping from both of your lips. “Damn... that was so hot, baby.” He said with a smirk. You were at a loss for words as you stared up at the man that just completely ruined you. “I… I.. don’t know what to say… You are… wow.” You said softly, unable to form a sentence. He quite literally left you speechless. He chuckled softly. “Let me get you towel, honey.” He said as he got up from the bed, grabbing your hold of your hands, helping you up off the floor, then walking off to the bathroom, you giggled to yourself, plopping down onto the bed and feeling like a whole new woman, a woman who loved Elvis Presley, you were officially one of his fangirls. He returned with a small towel, handing it to you and you smiled at him, taking it, and wiping your face clean, and he took it back, tossing it to the floor.

“Come on, darlin’, let’s go to sleep now. I’m tired after all that fun.” He laughed, slipping back into bed and you slipped underneath the covers with him, scooting over to him as you laid down, wrapping your arm around his torso as you rested your head against your chest and he wrapped you up in his arms, pulling you close, kissing the top of your head and you nuzzled against him, a soft hum escaping your lips as you smiled, it wasn’t too long after that you both eventually fell asleep in each other arms.

The morning came quick, and you only had gotten a few hours of sleep when you finally woke up, feeling super tired and groggy from your long night, your body hurting from the rough fucking Elvis gave you, you rolled over to see he was still fast asleep, looked over to see that his alarm clock read “7AM.” You had to get back to your room now, knowing your friend would be worried about you, you slowly and carefully slipped out of bed, grabbing your clothes as you slipped into the bathroom to put them on, not bothering to put your boots on, you were just too tired and you looked like it as well, you tried to fix your face as best as you could and your hair, emerging from the bathroom and seeing Elvis still asleep, you snuck pass him and out of his bedroom, grabbing your purse that laid on the couch as you quickly left his suite.

You looked a mess, staggering through the halls of the hotel as you did your walk of shame back to your room, barefoot, avoiding eye contact with the people who walked by you, feeling as if everyone knew what you did last night, but all the while your mind couldn’t stop thinking about Elvis and what the two of you did and how good he made you feel. Feeling a bit bad for leaving the way you did, but you didn’t think he’d even remember you after this night. You’d just be another notch on his belt. But you didn’t care you were on cloud nine. You knew once you got back to your room that your friend was going to be prodding you with questions about your one night of sin with Elvis Presley.

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