#that I’d die before I got a chance to make him fall in love with me

[whenthegoldrays]

Hmm

[mygnolia]

to weave my love ⭒ n. riki [TEASER]

⭒ SYNOPSIS -› Riki is good at many things- dancing, making fun of his friends, playing it cool (debatable.), Hell- he’s even good at saving people from falling buildings without getting whiplash. But the things he’s bad at? Well, it’s asking you out to prom, and trying to balance the shared assignment he has with you…while being Spider-man.

⭒ PAIR -› spiderman!nishimura riki x fem-pres!reader

⭒ GENRE -› fluff, banter, comfort ⭒ TROPES -› classmates to lovers, idiots to lovers ⭒ WC -› 6-10k (est.)

⭒ RELEASE DATE -› IT'S HEREEEEEEEE YAYYYY

⭒ REN SAYS... spiderman niki is a need hes so cute i love riki sm 😕🫵 also poll voted for this and tbh i just wanna write downbad riki LOLZ | LIBRARY

“God, I don’t think you can look at her any more down bad than you already do right now.” Jake picks at his food, and despite his concentration directed towards the olives on his pizza, he’s able to dodge the flying loaded nacho that goes his way, even if he wasn’t the one with superpowers.

“Can you shut up?” Riki grumbles, laying his head on his arms as he watches you smile and point to something. “I just got pummeled into a semi truck last night. Let me have this before I die in a week.”

“Very grim,” his friend notes, ruffling the younger’s hair. “I think this is exactly what all of those mental health assemblies that we get are for.” And Riki basically tunes him out, too tired to fight and too used to the teasing remarks to come up with anything useful in response.

Riki sits up a bit, letting his head rest on his propped elbow as he looks at the school food and touches another nacho gingerly. “Y’know, I read the book for English so she wouldn’t think I’m an idiot.”

His friend snickers, successfully pulling out yet another sliced olive from the cheese, much to the disgust of Riki. “She probably already thinks you’re an idiot.”

The superhero debates throwing another cheesy nacho in Jake's face, before deciding to eat it instead. “Don’t say that asshole! You make it seem like I have no chance with her.”

Jake shoots him an exasperated look that makes Riki break eye contact. “That’s because you don’t.”

“I’ll prove to her that I’m worth her time.” Riki says somewhat wistfully, still stealing glances from a few tables away. “Maybe I’ll ask her out to prom, show up to her balcony in my suit. Do that cheesy upside kiss shit people say Spiderman does.” When his friend raises an eyebrow at him, Riki shrugs. “I will! Well-maybe not the Spiderman thing, but prom definitely.”

Jake continues to look at him unconvinced as he takes a bite out of a slice of pizza with mangled cheese. “You barely talk to her in class and you think you can ask her out to prom as Nishimura Riki?” And the younger grins, his eyes still stuck on how your eyes crinkle and how your shoulders shake with laughter.

“Yup.” And his fate is sealed, just like that.

“Are you going to prom, Riki?” Is the first thing you ask when he sits down, grabbing his book and laptop with a little too much enthusiasm.

“I’m thinking about it.” Yeah- whatever confidence he had 37 minutes ago really isn’t serving him well in this moment, because frankly, Riki feels lame as ever trying to be nonchalant around you. “You?”

“I’d have to set up, so I would be there, yes. But whether or not I have a date is another story.” You smile to lighten the mood, but Riki watches you and nods, focusing back on signing into his laptop and getting his notes.

“Well, you’re not the only single one here.” And he wants to reprimand himself for saying something without thinking. “If someone asked, would you say yes?”

You think about it, really- because you don’t really have anyone in mind when it comes to prom if Riki’s not planning on going. “It’d have to someone I know- someone I talk to somewhat regularly. I’d be nice to be with someone who doesn’t make it awkward.”

Nishimura Riki might die from overthinking if he keeps wondering whether or not he fits that description to a tee.

RIKI'S TO-DO LIST BEFORE PROM ☐ talk to ____ regularly ☐ don't make it awkward ☐ be..cute?

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[ash5monster01]

could you write todd helping reader in english? like helping her with poetry or just regular homework. also, they are already dating ❤️ im a sucker for established relationships im sorry lol

Study Buddies

Pairing: Todd Anderson x FemReader

Warnings: established relationship, fluff, some language, just sweetness

Summary: Being a student at Welton is difficult and even more so when you already struggle with most of your classes. Thank God you have a sweet boyfriend who is always so willing to help.

word count: 700

Masterlist

The groan you let out immediately causes Todd to lift his head and scan the library for any onlookers. Deer in headlights like always just at the thought of someone paying a semblance of attention to him. You shake your head as you watch him, dropping the pencil in your hand as you completely give up on the assignment in front of you. When Todd realizes the coast is clear he finally turns his attention towards you.

“What’s wrong now?” he curiously asks and you wonder how he ever got comfortable around you if he panicked like that over just a couple of curious looks.

“This homework is impossible. I give up” you tell him, eyes glancing at the chemistry you no longer cared about. Even if you could figure out what all of it meant, the amount you had been given was absurd.

“You don’t give up, you just need a second to collect your thoughts” he says, voice his normal quiet and hushed tone and you watch as his hand reaches and slides the book back towards you. “Give it another go”

“I’d rather die” but the pointed look he gives you convinces you to pick back up the pencil and stare at the images on the page.

“I don’t get it” you pout, half annoyed and half on the verge of tears. Welton was hard, you knew that, but it still broke your spirits just the same.

“Let me see” he says, scooting close enough that his knee bumps against your own. He’s a fool if he thinks there’s any chance you’ll pay attention to your homework now. Not when your extremely adorable boyfriend is now this close to you.

“Oh well that’s easy, here look” but when Todd’s eyes look up to meet your own he can see you’re no longer interested in whatever he’s trying to show you. The look makes his ears tint pink and you can’t help but smile.

“Todd, I don’t want to do my homework anymore” you coo, leaning your face close to him. His head swings again, searching to see if anyone was peaking in on this private interaction. He freezes when your hand reaches up and stops him.

“W-we have to study” he tells you but you let out a soft ‘shh’. Stopping his stuttering and brushing your nose against his own. His face is fire truck red in an instant.

“I’d rather kiss you” you say, hot breath fanning across his lips and you can feel his mouth opening and closing, struggling to find words in this very moment. You love how shy he can still get around you.

“You gonna stop me?” you whisper and he shakes his head in your hand, yearning for it just as much as you. With your grip still on his chin you tip his mouth up and towards your own, sealing it against you.

The soft sigh he lets out causes you to grin against his lips before closing them around his again. You kiss him briefly but enough to make him dizzy. When you pull away his eyes are closed, mind reeling and now suddenly desperate to get far away from here. You chuckle to yourself lightly, watching as he processes the moment between you.

“Can you help me with number 6?” you ask and his eyes snap open, trying to recover from the whiplash you’ve just given him. He’s a mumbling mess, head snapping between you and the text book and you offer him as innocent a grin you can muster.

“Everything okay?” you curiously ask and he smiles, laughing lightly to himself and mentally cursing himself for always falling into your traps. It made sense you were the only girl who was able to lock him down.

“Everything’s just fine” he says, sliding back close and leaning to look at the question. You watch him intently, waiting as he processes the words.

“Okay, listen close” he starts and you grin, eyes casting over the page as you’re now prepared for him to explain. He was right you definitely needed a second to collect your thoughts.

Best mini break ever.

[alientee]

To Live Mauga x reader

I wrote this after reading a agnst Mauga fic it made me sad so I changed my past idea from slice of life to a fluffy moments with taking care of Mauga (gender neutral reader)

You didn’t ask Mauga a lot about his past, but you know it made him into the man he is today. As long as you’ve known him, he’s always had a carefree outlook on life. You’ve seen him angry, happy, horny, and even embarrassed.

But you had never seen him sad; nothing could wipe the usual smirk off his handsome face. To have a face of complete shock or dread was not something you were used to seeing. Mauga, the unshakable mountain of a man, was trembling, and you didn’t know what to do.

He came home distressed, covered in bandages. He took one look at you and instantly went to the bedroom, cooping himself up without saying a word. You made your way to the room to see the man you loved on the bed, slightly curled up, as if it would hide him from the world.

You went over to him and put your arms around him. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t even move. But somehow, you knew he didn’t want words; he just needed you. You continued to hold him, rocking him back and forth. And after an hour of that, he finally spoke.

“I almost died today." Your blood ran cold. Those are genuinely the last words you ever wanted to hear from him. You knew working for Talon would come with trouble, but being prepared for it was a whole different issue. You didn’t speak, deciding to wait and see if he’d continue.

“We had a mission to capture this dude. He owed Doom first a lot of cash. I should’ve known it would be bullshit when he sent the whole team. The guy we were chasing had us trapped like rats, trying to pick us off one by one. He had a lot of goons, too, until we finally caught up with him. The place was already torn down and still coming down on top of us. That asshole knew he couldn’t make it out, so he set himself off.”

You look at him, confused. “Set himself off?” Mauga nodded.

“He had bombs on his body, saying he wouldn’t give doom shit. He said he reached his goal, and he'd die knowing he did it with no regrets. I knew he was crazy, but I didn’t think he’d off himself before we could even capture him.”

Mauga leaned his head onto yours; he stayed quiet for a moment before placing his face on your shoulder.

“The whole building was coming down, and because I was the tank, I took the blunt hit off it. I was trapped behind the ceiling debris that fell. The whole building was falling apart; shit was on fire, and I was trapped. I thought I wasn’t gonna get out. When more of the ceiling fell on top of me, it broke open the floor. I fell through, but I had a chance. I had to crawl most of the way and use my guns to break whatever was blocking me off. I reached dead end after dead end, and I didn’t think I could get out. Shit was falling down on me, and I could barely breathe, and by the time I made it somewhere else, I thought it was another dead end until I dug through the debris and made it outside.”

You hugged him tighter, kissing his face all over. He had bruises all over his face. You kissed each of them softly, giving him an Eskimo kiss.

“I’m so glad you made it out, darling. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost you. My poor baby."

Mauga leaned into your touch, snuggling closer to your warmth. He kisses your cheek, finding his way back to your neck.

“Wanna know the most fucked up part when I got out. They were flying away, and the only reason they came back was because Sigma saw me and started waving, and Sombra came to look. They left me for dead, and I’m not even fucking surprised.”

You scowled “I’m not surprised either; I really wish you never joined Talon in the first place, but I know that as a mercenary, you have to do what you need to.”

He nodded while kissing your shoulder. He pulled you into his chest, and you rubbed your fingers over his bandaged arms.

“For the first time in a long time, I was afraid of dying. I promised myself after the heart surgery I’d live every day like it was my last; I just never thought that day would come as quickly as that. I was actually fucking scared of dying. I didn’t want to die that way, trapped and alone."

You held him tighter, and if you felt your shoulder getting wet, you didn’t say anything about it.

“I thought about you, how I couldn’t leave you, and how I had to get back to you. All I wanted to do was get back to the one person who gave a damn about me.”

“And you did. I’m so proud of you, my love.” You run your fingers through his hair and console him. "You're so strong. I know I worry about you a lot when you go on missions, but I never doubted that you would always come back to me."

You both hold each other while sharing sweet kisses and longing looks. Putting your foreheads against one another, Mauga squeezes your hips, bringing you closer.

“How about we take a bath together? I could look at your wounds, and after that, I’ll warm up dinner for you.”

Mauga nods, kissing your lips softly. “I’d love that, baby."

You got to the bathroom and ran the bath water. You can hear Mauga behind you getting undressed. You turn around and help him take off his wraps. He runs his hands through your hair, kissing your forehead as you slowly remove his bandages.

You couldn’t help but flinch at some of his wounds. You lift his hands, kissing each one of his knuckles. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You both stepped in the tub, but this time you got behind him. You take the shampoo and conditioner and start with his hair. He growled when you scrubbed his scalp; he always loved it when you played in his hair.

He growled and leaned his head back. As you rinsed his hair out, he leaned into you, kissing your jaw and neck. You softly push him away. “Let me wash your back.” He turned back around, letting you wash him.

“Wanna wash all of me?” You roll your eyes at him while he snickers.

“I’m not washing your butt, you dork," he playfully splashes you, causing water to get in your face and all over the floor.

"Oops"

After you both finish up, you dry off his hair, then clean and rewrap his wounds. He holds your waist the whole time, not giving you much room to move. “Do they hurt really bad?”

He gives you a pout, nodding his head. "Yup, kiss em for me?” You laughed at his foolishness. “You know what? Yes, I will.”

You lean in, kissing every one of his bandaged wounds. Mauga runs his fingers through your hair. He brings your face up to his, bringing you into a slow, passionate kiss. Your tongues caress each other, and his hands cover your face while rubbing your temples.

You lean back and kiss his chest, where his two hearts would be. “Let me warm your food up, then we could watch a movie."

He nodded. You both headed downstairs, and while you got his food ready, Mauga didn’t let you go. You are used to him being affectionate, but not this clingy. You didn’t mind, though he almost lost his life. You almost lost him. No matter how long it took, you’d be by his side, spoiling him until he was comfortable.

“Common Mauga I promised you cuddles and a movie."

And that’s how you both ended the night, cuddled up in each other's arms, sharing kisses and light touches. Mauga hands never left you. He nuzzled himself into your chest, and you played in his hair. Laughing at his cute antics.

“Gimmie kiss,” you lean down, kissing his lips.

"Another.” You start laughing; the sight of the giant man pouting and giving you puppy dog eyes was so adorable.

When you kiss him again, Mauga bites your bottom lip, sucking on it. Once he lets you go, you can’t help but ask something that’s been on your mind.

“You’re not going back to them, are you?”

“Don’t know"

You sighed, not really liking the answer, but not questioning it.

“Just know you don’t need them to make a living."

He looks up at you, kissing your nose.

“I know; all I need is you."

And after that, you couldn’t help but give Mauga all the kisses he wanted.

[angstywaifu]

The Lost Sister - Part 38

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC (Ophelia Riorson)

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Betrayal and anger is all I can feel from Violet as she takes in what’s just happened. Her eyes scan over us all as the Gryphon fliers leave. I can see how nervous she is as she takes us all in, her gaze hardening as it lands on Liam and I. Xaden and Garrick approach her as if she’s a startled animal, worried she could dart off if they make the slightest wrong move. So similar to who I’d approached Garrick last night.

”Were we ever really friends?” She whispers, turning to Liam and I. Her voice void of any emotion.

”We are friends, Violet, but I owe him everything.” Liam answers solemnly as he looks at her. “We all do. And once you give him a chance to explain-”

Another wave of anger barrels into me, causing me to stumble back into Bodhi who reaches out and steadies me. Bloody hell. She was angry.

”You watched me train with him!” She yells, shoving Liam’s chest, causing him to stumble back towards me which brings her attention back to me. “You both stood by and watched me fall for him! You told me I made the right choice!”

”Oh shit.” Bodhi whispers behind me.

”Violence, let me explain.” Xaden says as he steps towards her.

We all take a collective step back as power ripples through the air around Violet as she turns towards Xaden. “If you even think about touching me, I swear I’ll fucking kill you.” As if to cement her point lighting cracks across the sky.

”I think she means it.” Liam mutters as he stares up at the clouds.

”I know she does. Everybody, go back to the shore. Now.” Xaden commands, his focus fully on Violet.

We all hesitantly leave them. I know Xaden can handle himself, but Violet’s signet could be dangerous when she’s angry. Already proven by the lightning she’s managed to summon without even trying to.

And we do. I turn my back on my brother and Violet. And for the first time in my life, I’m actually scared to leave him alone with her as another lighting strike careens across the sky above me. Malek help us all.

”Well that went well.” Bodhi mutters sarcastically as we all make it back to the dragons.

”Well? You think that went well? She nearly fried us all.” Liam states as he looks at Bodhi as if he’s sprouted a second head.

”But she didn’t.” He states, just as another lighting strike happens. “Well not yet anyway.”

”She wont.” I tell them as I sit down against a boulder, leaning my head back against it as I shut my eyes. “She might be pissed, but she still loves him.”

”If it wasn’t for your damn signet I’d be questioning you a lot right now. She’s about ready to kill him.” Imogen states as she joins us.

Garrick chuckles, “So was Ophelia when she figured it out.”

”I was always curious, how did you find out about this? I knew Xaden planned to tell you, but he never said how you figured it out before he got a chance to.” Imogen asks, the gravel shifting next to me as she sits next to me.

I open my eyes and point over at Garrick. “This idiot over here got me one of my favourite foods that you can only get from Gryphon fliers.”

Despite the seriousness of the situation we’re in and what has just happened Imogen and Liam burst into laugher, Garrick glaring at the two of them as Bodhi stifles his laughter.

”And you’re meant to be the observant one.” Imogen jokes as she smirks at Garrick, causing him to glare at her more.

”Get ready to go. As soon as those two are done we’re leaving.” Garrick growls before walking off towards Chradh, leaving us all behind to fall into a fit of laughter.

Something is wrong. Something is very very wrong. This outpost is empty. Too empty for an active outpost.

”What the hell?” Garrick striding past us to observe the courtyard in the centre of the structure.

Our footsteps echo off the walls way more than they should. This outpost should have hundreds of infantry and riders stationed here. But as I reach out with my signet to feel for anyone else, I come up short. We’re the only ones here.

”Stop. There’s no one here. Divide and search.” Xaden commands us before turning to Violet and I. “You stay with Garrick, and you don’t leave my side. I don’t think this is a War Game.”

I nod and pivot on my heel to follow Garrick who waits in one of the archways with Imogen. Imogen leads the way as Garrick falls into step next to me, one hand grasped around a sword, the other ghosting my lower back. We search every room we come across. All of them abandoned and empty. Not a single thing left behind or out of place. This was planned and thought out. These people based here had time to pack up and leave. Finally we make it to the third floor where a lot of the leadership we’re based at outposts. Their offices lining the corridor. The three of us split up, knowing we need to hurry up. Just like the other rooms every thing is empty. Till the last one. Sitting on the desk in the centre of the room is an envelope. And envelope addressed to my brother.

War Games for Xaden Riorson, Wingleader of Fourth Wing.

I immediately recognise the hand writing. I’d seen it many times before while being under Melgren’s care. Colonel Aetos. That was his hand writing. Countless time’s I had been tasked with passing documents and letters between the pair. There was no denying that was his hand writing. I grasp the letter in my hand, rushing out the door and nearly crashing into Garrick who had clearly come to find me. He goes to ask me something, but as I hold the letter out to him he snaps his mouth shut. His eyes focusing on the letter in my hand. He takes it from me before grabbing my hand and leading me down the corridor to the stairs that will take us up to the tower.

”Imogen, we found something.” He calls out before rushing up the stairs.

I hear Imogen rushing to catch up to us as we bound up the stairs. I have to let go of Garrick’s hand due to him being able to skip multiple steps at a time due to this longer stride.

”I have something!” Garrick calls out, clearly being able to see Xaden from the tower.

As I make it to the top, I see Garrick vault over the edge to cross over to Xaden via the thick rampart connecting us to where the others are. Imogen and I quickly follow after him to join the others. I can already tell as we get closer Xaden has pieced together part of why we are here. The worry on his face is crystal clear as he looks down at Violet. Shit.

”It’s addressed to you.” Garrick says to Xaden as he hands him the envelope.

Violet glances at the letter, her eyes skimming the hand writing on the front. And I can tell she knows who it’s from as well. “That’s from Colonel Aetos.”

”What does it say?” Garrick asks, folding his arms over his chest as he waits for Xaden to tell him what it says. “What’s our assignment?”

”Guys, I see something just past the trading post,” Liam says to us as he looks over the village below us. “Oh shit.”

At the same time I feel the panic set in from both Liam and Xaden. I quickly rush over to Xaden and take the letter from him. My eyes quickly skimming over the contents. Oh shit. Instantly Garrick is at my side, my face clearly betraying my emotions as I stare up at Xaden in panic. We have been sent here to die.

”It says our mission is to survive if we can.” Xaden says glumly.

Garrick shakes his head at us, lacing his fingers behind his head. “That’s not….”

”Guys, this is bad.” Liam shouts as Imogen rushes to his side.

Xaden looks back at Violet who is very much blaming her self right now for what’s happening based off the guilt I can feel flowing off of her. “This isn’t your fault.” But I can tell she doesn’t believe his words as he turns to look at us all. His eyes settling on me. Our conversation from earlier becoming reality with the words that leave his mouth. “We’ve been sent here to die.”

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‼️Sonic Prime Spoilers‼️

Warning: LONG!

Putting my thoughts together on this new season, overall I found it very enjoyable! Definitely my favorite season.

Loved the Sonadow! Lots of great moments from the two hedgehogs, it’s so very important to me that we got to see a softer more concerned side of Shadow, even if you don’t ship Sonadow you have to admit him not being a asshole was great!

However I do wish we got to see more of him, I’m definitely fine with the amount we got, not only for the season but the show overall! But I hate the trend Sega has made where they put Shadow in a show and he quickly gets put to the side lines.

I think a great thing they could have done with Shadow is when he’s separated from Sonic still have episodes with him! We could have seen him recover from the fall into the ravine and fight his way out as a episode, or it could have been a prisoner situation! (Or both) Nine could have some how contained Shadow after being weakened by the Grim Bots, that would let the writers keep a power house like Shadow out of the fight but not out of the plot. Anytime we cut back to Nine we would also be cutting back to Shadow.

There was also the 3-4 Episode fighting, now honestly I didn’t care but I did notice it. Did the fights get a repetitive? Yeah, It was a lot of repeating the same stuff but I forgive it because during this long fight was all the lovely character interactions and growth, which is what I think we should focus on. Dread choosing his crew over Treasure, The Roses, The great moment between New Yoke Knuckles and Sonic vs Nine (though that probably should have been given to Shadow honestly, he was in the fight but we saw him the least it feels) and I loved the relationship between Mangey and Sails.

But I do have a small problem with how they handled Mangey and Sails in the fight, the writers gave them a “Death” scene. Now that I was really down for, but looking back on it It just makes me think “why?” Now logistically it was probably the writers wanting to take some characters out to write less, which honestly fair enough! They had a lot of characters to juggle.

But I wish there “Death” meant something more than just to get them out of the fight until the end where they come back with the Grim Big Bot, now I’m a BIG sucker for Sonic and Tails moments! And I love everything for them, I love there happy moments and I love there sad moments. Sonic and Tails’s relationship is my absolute favorite thing about the Sonic series! And because of that I wished there “death” was something more important, we got to see Sonic be actually hurt about there deaths and I love that! But I wish it just had a little bit more time, have it be the moment where he really starts to see Nine as someone dangerous, someone who can do some real damage, I know sonic is a guy who believes in second chances, and I’m not at all asking sonic to go into a blind rage and attack Nine, that just wouldn’t make sense. But I’d like a moment where Sonic would just yell up to Nine with anger but also sadness, he just had to watch other variants of his little brother die from another one of his brother, because he was too slow. (Or maybe I’m just a big sucker for angst and just like watching Sonic suffer)

And lastly there is the ending, now honestly all the other things I’ve mentioned before this point are things that I actually don’t mind but I’d probably just change a bit. And this also applies to the ending, just a tad less. I found the ending to be very unsatisfying and confusing, we were told we were supposed to understand why prime was so strange for the Sonic canon but we got 0 answers, and the ending is very open (which is a thing I don’t like for show finales, almost entirely) but, we we’re supposed to get 8eps this season but the season only had 7, that’s what Netflix ordered, so where is the last episode? What I’d like and what seems to be what others would like or at least have speculated is that Sonic Prime will get a extra long episode or Movie later down the line, to properly wrap everything up.

I’d definitely be down for something like that, it reminds me what Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles did with their show, after there show was put on a indefinite pause they were given the opportunity to make a Netflix movie to wrap up the story. And it’s one of my all time favorite movies! There is most definitely more that they can do with this show, and I really wish this turns out to be the case, because if this is where Netflix actually leaves the show off it will kinda suck ngl, a bad ending kinda can put a whole show off for me (not that this show will end up like that for me but still) and it would also mean Sega pretty much lied to us about understanding the timeline.

So I hope the strange cliffhanger we got with shadow taking the prism shards, the shatter spaces still being a thing and that random (most likely) prism energy blast with what looked to be a shadow of a large ship (probably the eggmen) appearing in the sky we will get that last episode Netflix ordered as a longer special that will help us understand things and give us a more satisfying ending!

But there we go! My thoughts and critiques on prime season 3. I definitely loved the season and I’ll be thinking about the Sonadow scenes we got pretty much every day just like the metal virus arc!

Here are some Sonadow pics for making it this far!

[6lostgirl6]

Hi again! I was wondering if i could request some yandere angst with dwayne? maybe like they’ve been bestfriends awhile and he knows he’s her mate and she’s got a new boyfriend or something i don’t know where else to go with it but i’d love to see your take ( could also just be like yandere headcannons of all the boys if their mate had a bf it’s up to you) Love your writing!!!!

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She's Mine Pt. 1

Yandere!Dwayne x Fem!Reader

TW: Angst, Dark thoughts, Mentions of kidnapping and forced-turning

Throughout the entirety of Dwayne’s existence, he has always been perceived as being the most controlled in his emotions in comparison to his brothers. An undead creature that never allowed himself to slip away unless it was during feeding or defending their territory from other passing vampires. A being that seemed utterly composed, an immovable wall. It seemed as if there was almost nothing that could make Dwayne lose his composure. 

Almost.

The disgust and utter loathing he was feeling within himself was agonizing, threatening to consume him the longer it inhabited his consciousness as he continued watching you mention a boyfriend you have recently begun seeing. The one you were spending time with during the days in which he wasn’t allowed to see you. Right now, his instinctive need to slaughter was itching his subconscious, begging for release and lay waste on those that deserved it and it certainly wasn’t you. You were his mate. His special person.

“I would really like you to meet him sometime!” You continued, oblivious to the intense heat of his gaze as you messed with the straw of your drink, leaning against the railing with him beside you. “He’s really sweet and charming, I’ve never met someone like that before.”

‘But you did, you met me.’ He thought to himself, eyes threatening to flash the more you spoke. He loved listening to you talk, more prone to enjoy sitting back and enjoying the sound of your voice as you talk about anything and everything. Now, he just wanted the topic of conversation to slip away and discuss something else.

“I told him about you, I think you should meet him, you know? Best friend approval and all.” 

‘Like I would ever approve of you being with someone that isn’t me. You’re fucking wrong, you’re mine and I’m not about to share you.’

“Sure, that’s fine with me.” He replied instead, his demeanor appearing more passive than the ambiguous notions that plagued him inside his own mindset.

You smiled, moving from the topic of conversation towards something else, something you did earlier before meeting up with him at the boardwalk. Dwayne was more appreciative with that and outwardly reactive, replying to your questions and showing interest in conversing with you. However, his mind was still replaying your previous conversation…along with arrangements.

Firstly, he would need to finish off your love interest. That disgusting waste of a human life that thought he could claim what was not rightfully his. With your suggestion on meeting your boyfriend later tonight was practically your approval gift-wrapped for him to slaughter and maim this scum into an unrecognizable puddle of revolting blood. He didn’t mind though, he would do anything for you.

You didn’t know what he was, the dangerous predator that stalked the night. He wasn’t delusional, he was perfectly sane with understanding the fact that you could potentially fear him for what he was going to do and when he shows you who he truly is. That didn’t matter to him, the bond between you both was strong and would remain that way. He would never allow you to sever the bond. He would rather die than allow that to come to pass. 

However, the chance that you would never accept him, even despite everything he could ever try to have you fall in love with him, he knows other ways of making it happen. Perhaps, taking you by force would be the best way. Even better, making you into a half-vampire. That way you would be fully dependent on him. Make you realize that you need him as much as he needs you. Which would allow you to feel the bond more significantly and assist in motivating and strengthening your feelings. Until he could be certain that you felt the same way, would he only allow you to become a full vampire like him. It certainly worked for David.

He didn’t register his name being called almost a dozen times before he finally brushed his thoughts away before looking towards you. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He asked, giving you his full attention.

“Nothing! Just that he’s going to be on his way soon! We should head over to the beach and hang out!” You replied, a smile still on your face. 

For once, Dwayne wished his eyes were like cameras, that way he could always remember that smile. The smile that he knows he won’t see for a while until you finally accept his feelings. 

“The beach?” He pretended to give it a thought before nodding, “yeah, that’s fine. We should get going.” 

“Okay!” You replied, following Dwayne to his bike and hopping on with him, wrapping your arms around his waist in the process. “You’ll love him.”

Dwayne almost wanted to laugh, the displeasure rolling off him in waves which you didn’t seem to notice. However, that displeasure turned into amusement as he realized the implication of meeting your boyfriend at the beach. It was a much better spot to tear him to pieces. It was like a sign how easy you were making this for him. If he didn’t know any better, he would have believed you already fell for him. 

In time though. 

The sound of the motorcycle drifting off into the night, laughing with your best friend would be the last thing you would remember in which you were your happiest. Not understanding the implications that your life would be changed figuratively and literally for the rest of your life. 

[queen-of-hellfire666]

Slow dance {Billy Hargrove x F!Reader}

Your prom date is a jerk

That’s all you could think as you rushed out, your little heels clapping an tears falling. I’m the heat of the moment you ran right into Billy Hargrove. “Watch it-“ he looked down to see your shaking, crying figure. “What happened?” He gritted his teeth. He didn’t give into feelings but ever since he had got here your the only friend he can call a friend. “N-nothing..” you sniffled. “Who.” He growled. “Derek and his friends laughed at me because he stood me up and said he never would go to prom with a girl like me.” You explained.

Billy grabbed your shoulders gently. “Go to my car.” He put his suit jacket around your shoulders and ushered you on out. As soon as you were out he walked into that gym.

“DEREK!” He yelled. “Your gonna fucking pay for doing this.” He punched Derek a few good times before leaving him bloody on the ground. He taught him to not fuck with his girl. He soon strutted out to you. “Let’s get out of here princess. Let me make tonight up to you.” He quickly pulled out of the parking lot, peeling out with screaming tires.

“I just wanted a dance.” You whispered so soft. “Then a dance is what you get.” He whispered back to you as he pulled into the grass near the lake. “Take those heels off princess.” He turned to you, wiping your smeared makeup and tears.

“Don’t let that ass ruin your night.” He have a reassuring squeeze to your jaw. He was gentle as he reached into the dash and pulled out a CD. “I hope you won’t mind the music taste.” He put in a CD before getting out. “Cmon.” He opened your door, taking your hand. “Your getting your dance.” He slowly swayed with you as the first song played, a slow rock song. “You look beautiful.” He whispered into your ear as he held your figure. “Thank you..” your voice was nearly nothing, but he heard. He gave you a twirl before smiling.. a big, actual.. beautiful Billy smile.

“This is Bon Jovi right?” You brought up, making him proud. “Yes ma’am. ‘I’ll be there for you.” He twirled you again, brining you back and dipping you. “You left me drowning in my tears and you won’t save me anymore.. I pray to go you’ll give me one more chance girl.” He sang along, holding your hands. “I’d love and I’d die for you, I’d steal the sun from the sky for you.”

Billy had turned the night around for the best. You both danced for hours. Slow and some fast songs. Billy watched your eyes, the way they lit up whenever one of your favorite rock songs came next in the mix tape. His lips were almost close to yours until “bed of nails” by Alice Cooper came on. He chuckled and watched you twirl yourself around. “OUR LOVE IS A BED OF NAILS! LOVE HURTS GOOD ON A BED OF NAILS, ILL LAG YOU DOWN AND WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS ILL DRIVE YOU LIKE A HAMMER ON A BED OF NAILS!” You belted out. Billy chuckles. “I’m gonna get a cig.” He informed you before grabbing them from his car. He also grabbed something else.. a camera. He recorded you on it for awhile before putting it away. Once the song ended Billy smashed his cigarette into the ground. “One more dance please!” You begged grabbing his hands. “One more..” he smiled. “Let’s let the mixtape choose what song.”

The song to dance to was REO speedwagon. ‘Keep on loving you.’ Billy took your hand, pulling you in by your waist. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you right now. He loved you he loved you so. You seen past the bullshit, past his ass attitude. You saw the good in him and brought it out. You laid your head on his collar bone as he held you close. “And I’m gonna keep on loving you..” your soft hun was heard. “I don’t wanna sleep, I just wanna keep on loving you.” Billy gave a soft smile down at you.

Once the song had finished you smiled up at him and went to the car, sitting in it. He stood outside for a moment, looking into the lake. He was trying to find courage to say ‘y/n I love you.’ But he couldn’t. He couldn’t find the words, instead he just got in and started up the car. “Your house?” He asked softly. “Mhm. Unless you have other plans for us.” You told him. He usually took you to a late night movie or something.

The ride home was slower than usual. He never drove slow like this home. Everything rose has its thorn played in the background. Finally pulling into your driveway he cut the car off, coming around and helping you out. He walked you to the door, rubbing his foot on the ground. “Hey Y/n?” He asked softly. “Yes billy?” You asked with a smile. “I love you.. I’ve been in love with you.” He let it out. “If you don’t love me that’s fine-“ he was cut off by you kissing him so softly. Your lips were what he imagined and more. “8 o’clock on Saturday. Don’t be late.” You smiled. “It’s a date.” He nodded. “Okay.” He looked like a kid that got candy. “See you then.” He kissed you again before hopping in his car with a smile. He watched you walk in before pulling off. Man was he shy.

[comicglitterr0909]

As a community we NEED a fic where William actually gets arrested at the end, like imagine a romantic reader x Afton thing and he confesses his love and reveals his truths, and at the end it’s like, reader was actually a cop and your under arrest, and it ends w William saying I would have got away with it too if it wasn’t for you meddling- you get it. :)

I FELT REALLY BAD FOR NOT RESPONDING TO THIS FOR AWHILE, BUT IVE BEEN RLLY BUSY WITH WORK AND SCHOOL. SO THIS IS THE FIRST PART, IM MAKING THE SECOND PART RN AND I LEFT YOU ON A SMALL CLIFFHANGER RN ITS OKAY THOUGH. ALSO ITS ALREADY 2.9k+ WORDS SO I NEED A PART 2.

No because that's such a good idea though too and even though I’m a massive simp for William I think he definitely needs to be humbled. THE MANIPULATOR GETS MANIPULATED WHILE ALSO READER KINDA SIMPING FOR HIM IDK I COULDNT HELP IT it still ends the way u want though >:)

Also I'm naming this "Playing with Shadows" idk it feels right.

Stuff to know: Cursing, a lil obsessiveness, reader following “gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss” mentality, reader is an fbi agent cuz idk felt like it, kind of a more creepy tone to it, this is taken place before Freddy’s is abandoned and before any of Williams kids die, but his wife is gone cause shes not important >:D

Being an FBI agent, you get your fair share or surprising things that you see. And when I got assigned to go to a small town in Utah, investigating a pizzeria, I’d say it was surprising, but that would be the least of my concerns. After arriving there, I was finally informed on what my entire job would be for the next 3 to 4 months. 

My boss takes me into a private room, I sit down in front of his desk, he grabs a file, his eyes graze over it until he sighs looking back at me. “Agent y/ln. Your job is complicated, I won't lie to you. It will be an extreme mental challenge, but you're the best to do this.”

“You must first get a job interview with a man named William Afton. He is the owner of a restaurant named Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. After you get the interview you must also get the job, as a waitress there. Simple enough, but then, you will have to seduce him. That's the tough part, we believe he is responsible for the murder of 6 or more kids. We chose you not only from your skill set, but also because you look very similar to his ex-wife. He has 3 children, if you start getting along with them it might seem more attractive to him, your main goal. Get him to fall so in love with you, that he confesses the murders.” 

And with that the case that would affect me more than any other, starts.

The day of the interview, it's pouring down rain outside, there are only a few cars parked outside of Freddy’s, the sound of music can be heard from outside. I walk up to the door, opening it, my eyes scanning the room. There isn’t much, it is a tuesday though, the first things I see are two parents trying to get one of their kids to leave, and the second is the giant ass animatronics on stage, well 3 of them are on stage, another fox looking one is playing with a kid. Well it would have been nice if they told me about some creepy animatronics but whatever. After looking around for a few seconds a man approaches me, he’s tall, probably 6 '4 or 6' 5, with glasses. “William Afton, you must be y/n y/ln, here for the interview?” He says to me, offering his hand for me to shake. My boss never told me what he looked like, they tried not to tell me anything about him, they thought that it would be too suspicious for the highly intelligent serial killer if I accidentally slipped up and said something about something I “didn’t” know. Either way I return the smile, shaking his hand firmly.

“Yes that's correct, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Y’know if you ignore the fact that he is probably a psychotic, narcissistic, serial killer, then he’s actually really hot. At least it wouldn’t be that repulsive seducing him. “Follow me then and we’ll get the interview started.” I take the chance to glance around the place once more, noticing his eldest son, Micheal, leaning against the wall rolling his eyes at his brother who was crying. The fbi showed me pictures of the children so I knew which ones to try and interact with. I followed him into his office, seeing only one family photo, it had his ex-wife in it, I do actually look a lot like her, huh. 

He motions me to sit in the chair in front of his desk, while walking to sit on his own. “So y/n, tell me what brings you here for the interview? Why here?” Oh right, what was I supposed to say, shit I forgot, good thing I was in theater as a kid, improvise. “Well, I really love the atmosphere of this place, even though being a waitress isn’t everyone's dream job, I think for now it would be a safe and fun job to have. I also am really good with kids so it's a plus to have them around.” Hell yeah theater kids for the win. He nods at my answer, thinking for a bit then writing something in a notepad he has, I see his gaze focus on the picture of his wife and kids then back at me, he narrows his eyes. Oh he definitely caught onto the similarities in our looks. 

“Y’know what y/n, I think I’m just getting a really good feeling about you, how soon can you start?” Either my improv is so good I should retire fbi and become an actor. Or the plan is working insanely well, and he misses his ex wife so much that having me around could take his mind off it. I really wish it was the first option, it's definitely the second. “Wow! Thank you so much sir! I can start tomorrow if that’d work?” He grins standing out of his chair, I do the same and shake his hand again. “Sounds perfect.” He walks me out of the building, his hand on my shoulder, to most it would be a friendly gesture. But when you know the blood that's been on his hands, you can’t help but have chills running down your spine. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n” He says, his eyes looking straight at me, it was terrifying because when I looked back into his eyes I saw nothing, but it felt like he could see everything in my eyes. I force a smile, waving and quickly walking to my car, driving away to my little apartment. I could barely sleep, my mind kept returning to the same look in his eyes, the same way a lion looks at its prey. I’m an FBI agent, I shouldn’t be this shaken by another murderer, but it just felt different, almost out of this world in some weird way, I guess it just didn’t feel real. But it was. And that’s the scary part. The other scary part was the feeling of being watched, I knew that my FBI friends were watching on cameras, only checking on me with texts, just in case William was stalking me. And that's what it felt like, the feeling of someone watching me, but I couldn’t do anything about it, I was supposed to encourage it actually. This is my job anyways, I’m safe and I’m not going to let some ,oddly attractive now that i think about it, creep scare me. So after giving myself a pep talk I was finally able to get some needed sleep. 

I woke up to the annoying ass alarm going crazy, I immediately shut it off, it was a mental battle to not just go back to sleep. When I got out of bed, the feeling of being watched was gone, which told me that William was most likely watching me last night, never gonna get used to that. After I get ready, put on the mini mic that records any conversations I have, and make myself look like a potential murderers ex wife, I head out the door, ready to start my “new job” at a totally wholesome children's place.

When I get there and walk through the doors I notice William was waiting for me, he smiles welcomely and pats my back. “y/n! So great to see you, are you ready to start your new job?” I smile back at him, at least it seems like he's in a good mood today, not a creepy kill all mood. No wait, he’s still probably in that mood. “Yeah, I’m really excited, thank you again for hiring me, I appreciate so, so much Mr Afton.” “Ah, you're welcome! I think you’ll be a great addition to have around.” He leads me towards the kitchen where a sleep deprived male teen who looks like he’s high, (he is) is lazily defrosting pizza dough and another worker, some 60 year old Betty is cutting and putting ingredients into containers. Basic pizza prep. When I walk into the kitchen, Williams hands still on my back, the 60 year old looks up and HARD glares at me. Bitch. I think Wiliam saw how hard Betty or whatever was glaring at me, so he tries to lift the mood. “Bethenny, Aaron, this is y/n, they are our new waitress so you don’t have to keep bringing the food out yourselves!” Bethenny, I was close enough. She looks more like the child murderer. “Hey.” Aaron says, even though he’s high, he looks pretty nice, he’s smiling at me. I wave at him politely while Bitcheny is still glaring at me, not saying a word. “Alright team! Well get to know each other cause y/n’s gonna be here awhile!” That's condescending, oh well. I try to be nice and smile at Bigassbetty and she has no reaction besides looking away and going back to chopping up vegetables. William finally takes his hands off my back and says good luck while walking back to his office. “Hey… guess I should introduce myself, my name is Aaron, it's nice to meet you.” Aaron says coming up to me with a friendly (high) smile. I greet him, trying to be friendly, and trying not to be repulsed by the strong smell of vape coming off of him. “Hey, i’m y/n, it's nice to see a *friendly* face.” I say, glaring at Betty while saying friendly. “Oh haha yeah, don’t mind her, she's just some grumpy bitch.” I laugh with him and Bethenny rolls her eyes.  We keep talking for a bit while I try to help prep the kitchen before Freddy’s opens. Once it does, a surprising amount of kids come in, even more surprising because it's Wednesday. 

Food quickly starts getting made, along with kids screaming and laughing and running around. I bring my first pizza order over to a table, smiling nicely at anyone who looks at me, getting mostly smiles back. A few hours pass and I finally get to hang out . It's not that hard, it's just bringing food to people and trying not to kick children who get in your way. As I’m bringing food to a table I notice a woman who looks a lot like me walk in with three kids, pushing them in with an even more bitchy look than Bethenny and leaving. Oh shit, those are Aftons kids. I put the pizza down, checking my watch, perfect timing, I'm on break now, which means I need to try and interact with the kids. I got a little information on some of the kids, I know Micheal is the oldest, he's a punk and a rebel, and he’d probably follow me around like a lost puppy if I offered him a smoke and talked to him about star wars, easy enough. Evan hates Freddy’s, so I’d probably need to comfort him and try to calm him down, make him laugh and cheer him up. Then Elizabeth, I could probably act like I found a barbie and give it to her saying “I couldn’t find the owner.” All pretty easy, hopefully. 

I decided to try and talk to Micheal first. I figured if the other siblings saw him laughing and talking to me, it would make it easier to talk to them. I waited for Micheal to get tired of his crying brother, as he walked outside. I quickly grab a smoke from my bag and head outside, I see William watch me with an intimidating grin as I wave at him and go outside. Once I get out their Micheal is already side-eyeing me, obviously suspicious and wary if I would snitch on him for smoking, that's until I pull out my own and quickly light it, I glance at him seeing his suspicion fall and his face become more relaxed. I noticed he doesn’t his lighter isn’t working, great for me. “Need me to light it for ya?” I say smiling at him, offering my lighter. He grins and nods. “Yeah, thanks” I nod and cup my hands over his cigarette, quickly lighting it as we both stand outside silently smoking. “So you're the new waitress here right?” I’m glad he started the conversation, to be honest I had no clue what to say. “Yeah, just got here today, I’d say it's going pretty well.” He chuckles while taking a puff of his cigarette. “Hah, just wait till the weekend, it's like hell, way too many kids in one spot.” I grin, “It gets worse than this?!” I say jokingly as we both laugh a bit, I see he has a star wars shirt on. “Who’s your favorite star wars character?” He smiles wide, clearly excited to talk about it. “Oh definitely Anakin, what's your Princess Leia or something?” He jokes. “Hell no (your fav star wars character)  is where it's at.” (If it's Princess Leia, sorry lmao). We stay out there for 10 minutes until we walk back inside, discarding the smokes, and continuing to argue about star wars while inside, which is good because William sees me talking and laughing with him. After my break ends I go back to working, occasionally stopping to talk to Micheal, and like I said he’s basically following me around all day. At the end of the day, I help clean up the kitchen a bit, the only three kids left are Aftons. Micheal looks like he’s waiting for me, clearly already attached to me, guess I’m good at my job. I can’t help but feel bad though, if we do catch William, these kids will hate me. It's all a part of the job. I finish cleaning walking out where William greets me with a big smile, I kinda wanna see what he looks like when hes not smiling, because its really fucking creepy that I haven’t seen him do anything but smile. “Y/N! You did great today, I was right, you make a perfect fit!” I see Micheal nod in agreement, William also sees that, somehow he seems even more happy and smiley than just a moment ago. “Ah I see you have met my brilliant son Micheal! He’s quite the kid eh?” God he really is obsessed with trying to make me their new mom. “Yeah well he certainly knows way too much about star wars.” I joke, Micheals face heats up with embarrassment. “Hey! I can like things!” He laughs and I laugh with him, William doesn’t take his eyes off me, he looks like he’s thinking, deciding something, and whatever it is, is about me.

The smallest son then comes up to me, Evan, and just holds onto my leg, wrapping his arms and legs around my leg. I raise an eyebrow and awkwardly laugh, not knowing what to do. Micheal starts laughing really hard, and William is chuckling. “Evan, let's get off of y/n now eh kid, they’ve got places to be.” Evan pouts and holds tighter onto my leg. That's when I start laughing, Elizabeth grins evilly and takes the chance to run over and grab my other leg. William and Micheal start to try and pry them off of me, we are all laughing. Like a family. I lose my balance and stumble back, falling, the kids both instinctively let go so they don't get hurt, before I can fall on the floor William catches me.

Look I know he’s a child murder but with a 6 '4 sexy tumblrman catching me like that, I'm gonna blush a little. And he lifted me back up like it was nothing, I love a strong man. WOAH pause, I am not gonna fall for a killer. Wait, there is still a small chance this could be a misunderstanding, no, I have to remember how creepy he is, like I get bad vibes from him. Then again I get bad vibes from all men. “You alright y/n” Oh shit right, I forgot where I was for a moment. “Yeah haha, thanks, at least we got them off right?” I grin and laugh with them all. Evan tugs on William's pant leg, motioning for him to bend down so Evan can whisper something to him, William does so. He starts laughing and stands back up. “Evan was wondering if you wanted to come have dinner with us sometime.” I smile and nod. “I would love to!” The family lights up, all of them smiling. “How about tomorrow, can’t you just close Freddy’s a bit earlier Dad?” Micheal suggests. “That's a great idea kiddo, how does that sound to you y/n?” The plan is working perfectly. Well, almost perfectly, I’m getting attached to this family, even the guy who might be a murderer. I part of me is wishing, that its all a misunderstanding, that some other fucked up guy killed or took those kids, that this family is perfectly fine and I could fit right in. But the other part of me knows I need to stick to the job, and that fucking sucks. 

“That works perfectly, I will see you all tomorrow!”

And with that I wave goodbye to the Afton family, before driving back to my apartment, staring at the ceiling before somehow falling asleep. 

ALRIGHT GUYS ILL TRY AND GET PART 2 OUT ASAP 😭

[firedrakegirl]

When children were born, there was a small lump near what would become their belly button. Eventually, it would grow and crystallize, turning the color that would be indicative of their soulmate(s). Once it reached the correct size and shape, which was different for everyone, it would fall off. Their parents would set it into a necklace and they would wear it forever. These were called soul drops, and would glow and warm up when in the vicinity of their soulmates.

I glared at Tony. Tony grinned back. “Why are you hosting a masquerade ball?”

“Falcon and Sif think it’s a good idea. And you know Thor has been homesick, so it might make him feel better.”

“Ugh, fine. But you’re buying my outfit.”

His grin widened. “Pepper, Darcy, and Sif already picked it out. You’re going to love it.”

“So I don’t even get to pick it? Seriously?”

“I have reason to believe that you will genuinely love it. Pep won’t tell me what it is, though.” He pouted.

“Well, it’ll be a surprise for us both, then.” I grumped.

“Hey, maybe you’ll meet your soulmate.” He glanced down at the necklace I wore.

“Hmm. Maybe.” I shrugged. Most of the team had met their soulmates already, but I was still waiting to find mine. I rubbed my thumb along the rough edge of my soul’s drop, hoping I’d find them soon. I appreciated Tony’s attempt to cheer me up, but it didn’t really help.

“Ugh, I have to admit Tony was right.” I complained at Darcy.

“About what?”

“I do love the outfit.”

“Of course you do. It’s a dragon. Pepper handled the actual fashion, while I took care of the fantasy parts.”

“I do love that you’re a nerd. The absolute coolest.” I hugged her tightly, then started to get changed. The dress was amazing. Deep red with orange and gold that made it look like flames. It had in a built in corset so I didn’t have to wear a bra and could actually enjoy a strapless dress.

Then Darcy grinned. “Am I your bestie or what?” She held up a massive container of glitter. “Gold holo taco for the dragon.” She applied it all over my arms and chest, adding other make up that made it look like I had sparkling scales.

Before long, both of us were fully ready and looking amazing. She was a kelpie, which made me laugh. When we got to the entrance of the ballroom, we were stopped by an actual herald right out of a medieval fantasy movie. He smiled and announced us. “Lady Darcy the Kelpie.”

Darcy winked at me and strode out with the kind of confidence I wished I could have.

A moment later, the herald announced me, giving a moment for the excitement for Darcy to die down. “Lady Fire the Drake.”

I did my best to seem as confident as Darcy as I walked out. It looked like all the Avengers and their hangers on were doing a mythical being theme, and I certainly wasn’t complaining. IT was fantastic, pun intended.

Thor was busy exclaiming over Darcy’s costume. The adoration in both their eyes was heartwarming, even if it made me feel a little lonely. Tony and Pepper were dancing and lost in each other. Sam was harassing Bucky, who was trying to sulk in a corner alone. Steve and Justine were out on the balcony, probably giving her a chance to calm down. ‘Tine didn’t handle crowds well, but she always came for Steve.

Then I met his eyes. The first thing I noticed was his garnet red eyes and the way they sparkled behind his silver and blue feathered mask. Then I realized two more things simultaneously. He was blue and shirtless. There was a recently healed massive scar through the center of his chest, and many other scars across the visible part of his torso. Then I noticed my soul’s drop was hot against my throat. My hand involuntarily flew up to clasp the pendant even as he did the same. I gulped. He was the most handsome person I’d ever seen. All of the sudden, Sif was at my side. “That is Thor’s brother, Loki. I think you will really like him.” She was dressed as the chimera, which somehow made her more beautiful. 

“Okay, 1: you’ve gotta stop managing to be the most beautiful woman in the room so easily.” I teased her. I wasn’t entirely sure how our friendship had formed, but I was very glad to call her my friend. “Secondly, I adore your costume. You look amazing. And then C: I think he might be my soulmate? My necklace warmed up when our eyes met.” 

Sif pulled me around to meet her eyes. “Are you certain?”

“No, cuz I haven’t talked to him yet. But… I think so? Why? Is that bad?”

“Nay! Tis wonderful news.” She was beaming behind her mask. “Come. I shall introduce you. Thor and I hoped you’d be a match. We even paired your costumes.” 

I frowned a little as I turned back to look at him. I wasn’t aware of any specific ice birds off hand, but paired with me being a dragon… “Ice phoenix?”

“Aye. I know that’s not how they work according to your mythology but we thought it would be fine, and Lady Darcy agreed. And she thought the fire and ice theme would be funnier.” 

I rolled my eyes and pulled her into a hug. “Thank you, Lady Sif. Care to introduce me?”

She took my arm and led me to over to him. “Loki Odinson, this is the Lady Fire. Lady Fire, Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard.”

He took my hand, the cold temperature of his sending shivers up my spine, and bowed over it, bringing it up to his lips. “It is a pleasure to meet you, milady.”

“The pleasure is mine, your highness.” I blushed brightly enough to blend with my outfit.

“I do believe you are my soulmate, milady.” He said, not letting go of my hand as he straightened up. “Did your soul’s drop also heat when our eyes met?”

He towered over me, but I still felt safe rather than on the defensive. “It did. I was surprised.”

“Is it my appearance?”

“Yes, but probably not in the way you’re thinking.” I hummed, looking up at him. “You are far too handsome and regal to be stuck with someone like me.”

“Why would you think that? You are stunning in your own right. And I would very much like to dance with you, if you’ll permit me.”

“I would be honored, your highness.” I blushed again at the look in his eyes.

“And please, call me Loki.”

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Epilogue (Final Part)

It’s hours later and we’re still talking. The DJ arrives around ten and cracks the speakers up to ear-ringing heights so we exit to the lobby and stand by the window as the snow falls and the lights from the ten foot Christmas tree twinkle on the glass. 

“No, no, stop, I can’t take it anymore,” He shrieks in agony as he grabs my arm, “He said that when he was inside you?”

“Yes! I didn’t know what to say back, like, um, thanks pal?”

“‘You’re so Alpha’” He repeats, deadpan, but his shoulders betray him when they start wobbling again, “‘and I’m just a little-”

“Beta boy, yes. Oh Evie, you intimidate me so much, I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl who scared me.”

“I’m going to die because of this story,” He cries, “I refuse to believe that men like this exist, it’s just too much.”

“There was this other lad too,” I begin, “Not as bad, but he got a nosebleed halfway through and it was dripping all over my face for like fifteen minutes before either of us noticed.”

“No!”

“Yeah, God, I feel bad, I think he was on some blood thinning medication or something but like…” We fall about laughing again, laughing and laughing until I think I’ll start gagging. I remember thinking during that experience that there was only one other person in the world who would find it as hilarious as I did, and as we splutter and cackle now at my retelling I remember how it used to be like this all of the time with us. I think about the time we lost through staying out of touch as he wipes his eyes and stumbles to the side a little bit, from laughing or from drinking a little too much, I’m not sure.

“Women are not like that,” he says, “I’m sorry for you, but they’re not, even the crazy LA ones don’t put me in situations like that.” He steadies himself a little by bracing his arm on the wall, so close that I could count his eyelashes if I wanted to. “I just don’t get it, do you think they get nervous?”

“Nervous around me? I doubt it. Sure what’s there to be nervous of?”

“It’s a lot of pressure, you know, making love to a beautiful woman for the first time. There’s a lot on the line, the chances of humiliation are high, maybe, I don’t know, maybe that guy just blurted the first weird thing that came into his head-” He breaks off because a high pitched laugh has exploded out of him again, “But it’s a flex to say that you’re so hot that you give men nosebleeds.”

“Oh come on, you’re exaggerating.”

“No, for real. Don’t you remember how nervous you made me when we were young? I turned into a total idiot around you.”

“Hardly.”

“It’s true. You were like this stunning princess and I was just some guy.”

I scoff, “Some guy?”

“Yeah, and it’s nice to see that some things never change because you’re still so beautiful and I’m still just a random man off the street.”

“Hmm, c’mon, you’re just schmoozing me,” I say, “Is this the way you all sweet-talk each other in Los Angeles? That’s not going to work. Irish girls are too humble to accept that.”

“Have I made you self-conscious?”

“No, I’m just wondering if you’re actually trying to flirt with me now or if you’re just trying to make me feel better about the fact that I’m thirty and my body is slowly ageing and rotting away.”

“Don’t say that, you look better than ever.”

I narrow my eyes, “I’m so curious about your game.”

“What do you mean?”

“Yeah, how you approach women, how you flirt with them now. What’s your technique? Is it intense flattery?”

He scoffs, “Oh, no, come on, I don’t have a technique, I don’t think about it like that.”

“No?”

“What do you think I am? Some kind of weirdo pick-up artist? No. I… I improvise, it depends on so much, like, where I am, who she is, what I feel like I’m hoping to get from the situation…”

“Okay okay, right. Well what if you were at an event with friends. Say, a wedding…”

He smirks at me.

“…and you see a woman standing on her own by the bar, and you know, she’s pretty mysterious in quite a sexy way, and you’re looking at her and thinking, hmm, yeah, maybe I’d like a piece of that-”

“You think that’s my inner monologue?” He interrupts, “That I think like that?”

“No, shh- shut up for a second, in this scenario you do. And you’re going to go over and talk to her, and you see the perfect opportunity to do it, and the lights from the dancefloor are shining in her hair, and oh, she looks so lonely over there, someone should go and keep her company…’

“I’d say hi, you’re very pretty, can I kiss you please?”

“Really?”

“Yeah t-”

He doesn’t finish because I have grabbed him by the lapels and pressed my lips against his. Maybe it’s for the joke, or because I’m slightly drunk, or maybe it’s to see if it still feels the way that it used to, I don’t know. I don’t really think about it, it’s just happening. 

“Oh look, it worked!” I say as we pull away, and I don’t really have a chance to try and read his face to see what he thinks about it because he takes a step towards me and kisses me again, though differently to how I kissed him, gentler, slower, with my head cradled in his hands, which is inconvenient because he makes my insides start flip flopping around. I draw back laughing, “What are you at?”

“We’re kissing now,” he confirms, then frowns, “I think. Aren’t we kissing? Or is this a hallucination?”

“Jude…”

“Don’t you want us to be kissing?”

“Well it’s not that, it’s-”

“Ah, you think it’s dangerous to be kissing.”

“If you keep saying ‘kissing’ it’s going to lose all meaning.”

“What did we call it when we were teenagers? Shiftin’ right? Will you shift me, Evie?”

“Oh my God,” I hold my hand up to his face, “it is illegal for you to put on an accent and say that. I hate that you can still do that.”

“My Irish voice?” he says in his Irish voice. 

“Please get that away from me!”

“Sorry about that,” he settles back into his American drawl, and I jerk with surprise as I feel the tips of his fingers graze my waist, “Also, I’m sorry that I kissed you, I thought we were, you know, doing that now.”

“It was a joke… And maybe just a little bit so that I could see if it still felt the same as it used to.”

His eyes tour my face, “Did it?”

“Did it for you?”

The corners of his mouth tick up, “I don’t know, it’s been a long time since I’ve kissed you, and honestly I didn’t get a decent sample, mind if I try it again?”

“Aha! I’ve figured out your game,” I declare, “You put on that silly act you’ve always put on, don’t you?”

He hooks his finger into the strap of my dress before it drops off my shoulder, “Hm? What act is that?”

“Your favourite one. ‘Oh, little old me? I’m so innocent, why I’ve never even held hands before, and I certainly haven’t fucked half of Dublin city. I don’t even know what sex is.’”

He gasps with delight and stares right into my face, “You’re still obsessed!” He cries, “and you haven’t stopped wondering about me!”

“About what, exactly?”

“My body count! After all these years it still tortures you. You’re so shallow…”

“Oh please, I couldn’t care less.”

“Evie,” He says mock-scoldingly, really drawing out the syllables, “I can’t believe it. I told you back then that it didn’t matter, that I didn’t have to tell you if I didn’t want to, but you’ve never let it go to this day. Wow. Wow.”

“I don’t even want to know,” I sniff, “It’s meaningless information to me now.”

“Well since you don’t care and it has no power over you anymore, maybe you finally ought to know…” He glances quickly around the empty lobby before his eyes slide back to mine and he whispers, “that you were the seventh.”

“The seventh?”

“Is that a good-surprise or bad-surprise?”

“Well I thought it’d be so many more.”

He shrugs, “No, I mean there was the first girl in the playground, then a girl who worked in the tennis club at the beach, a girl from my maths class at school, Michelle, someone from my university, Astrid, and then you-” He pauses, “Wait, there was another one. You were eighth. Seventh and a half.”

“And a half? Who did you forget? A centaur?”

He shakes his head, “There was an awkward foursome situation in Berlin once. It’s a long story, really stupid. I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Well I’ve never been more curious.”

“I’m a source of a lot of interesting info.”

“Like your current body count?” I tease.

“Oh, now I’m ran-through.”

“Tell me more about your life.”

“We just don’t have the time tonight.”

“What, not now?” I protest, “Not in this perfectly perfect situation when we’re both a little drunk and potentially snowed in for days, when there’s nothing to do but talk to each other?”

“No, see you’ve changed the subject, you’ve got me messed up. I…” He laughs tipsily and sways a little bit closer to me, through accident or otherwise I’m not sure, “…I was thinking about how much I might like to kiss you for a little longer this time, just to see if you still give me that same crazy feeling that I used to get with you, and you distracted me.”

I act like it’s a burden to me and slump back against the wall, “Fine, go ahead.”

“Oh jeez, no need to beg me, you know it’s off putting to be so eager?”

“Please?”

He comes in close and pecks my lips gently and even that makes my knees start to wobble. “No, come on, give me a proper kiss, that’s the only way we’ll know.”

“Still so demanding,” He tilts my chin towards him and angles his mouth over mine while his hands skim up my back and hold my body flush to his.  As he strokes his lips over mine I can’t help but curse inwardly because of course this is happening to me, of course it feels like everything I’ve been searching for in the years between then and now, everything I couldn’t find in other people. These are the kinds of kisses that ruined me for other men for years to follow, and he’s ruining me now. 

He glides his tongue along my lower lip and builds this kiss to the kind of intensity that shouldn’t be displayed in a public lobby, but he doesn’t care so neither do I. He kisses me until I’m soft and formless in his arms, until I forget the years in between then and now, and then he finally slows it, brushing his lips against mine and then gently drawing away and I find myself following his mouth in search of more, “The same?” He murmurs with his forehead against mine, “Or terrible?”

His hand cradles the back of my head as I sigh and bury my face in his shoulder, “What are we going to do, Jude?”

“You’re going to have to try not to be awkward about it because we might be snowed in for several days.” He says, “If you’ve decided I’m crusty and repulsive, you’re going to have to hide it from me to spare my ego. Either that or I’ll camp out in my room out of humiliation and get my sister to bring my meals to me until I can get the earliest flight to LAX.”

I pause, “so you’re sharing with your sister?”

“Yeah we booked late, so a twin room was all they had left. And she snores like hell.”

“Well that’s a pity because I booked months ago, and got a huge room all to myself. A four poster bed and a big gorgeous bath.”

“Are you bringing that up to make me jealous or is that an invitation?”

I scoff, “an invitation to what, exactly?”

“Come up and fuck you in the bath or something, I don’t know. Why would you bring the bath into it?”

“That’d be fairly shameless of me, wouldn’t it, if that’s what I was alluding to.”

“Is that the kind of woman you’ve become? The kind that invites strange men into her bath?”

“God no, I’d never directly ask that, that’d be very slutty.”

He brushes his fingers gently along the side of my neck, which is unfair because he knows how much I like that, and as I feel that touch all the way down to my toes he gives me a sly little smile and draws back to look at me, “I don’t know, you’ve really talked up this bath and you’ve got me curious. Will you show it to me?”

“You’ve always been so cheeky, did you know that? You ask audacious things of people.”

“Me? Never. That’s just not me, you must be thinking of somebody else. Of one of your other ex-boyfriends.” He grins and saunters casually toward the stairs, glancing over his shoulder at me as he goes, “I actually just remembered that I spilled something on my suit.”

“Did you.”

“Mm, I’m a total mess, I might be drunker than I look. I think I better go and take it off.”

“Doesn’t suit you anyway. You were always better in shorts.”

He pauses for a moment and regards me with one raised eyebrow, a question, and I don’t care that I’m predictable to him, that he already knows I will push myself away from the wall and catch up to him, “Actually you have the right idea, my dress is uncomfortable. I want to change out of it, only I’m not sure I can manage the zip on my own.”

“Oh, I can help you with that,” he says, “Or at least I can try, you know, but fair warning I haven’t ever undressed a woman before.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” I smile, as I wind my fingers through his. 

THE END

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American Pie ~ Don McLean

A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died

So bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died

I started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Now for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned

And while Lennin read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died

We were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the halftime air was sweet perfume While the sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died?

We started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died

He was singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets, the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died

And they were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

They were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die

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The repeated phrase "the day the music died" refers to a plane crash in 1959 that killed early rock and roll stars Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper, and Ritchie Valens, ending the era of early rock and roll; this became the popular nickname for that crash. The theme of the song goes beyond mourning McLean's childhood music heroes, reflecting the deep cultural changes and profound disillusion and loss of innocence of his generation – the early rock and roll generation – that took place between the 1959 plane crash and either late 1969 or late 1970. The meaning of the other lyrics, which cryptically allude to many of the jarring events and social changes experienced during that period, has been debated for decades. McLean repeatedly declined to explain the symbolism behind the many characters and events mentioned; he eventually released his songwriting notes to accompany the original manuscript when it was sold in 2015, explaining many of these, and further elaborated on the lyrical meaning in a 2022 interview/documentary celebrating the song's 50th anniversary, in which he stated the song was driven by impressionism and debunked some of the more widely speculated symbols.

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Pairing: heiress! Bae Joohyun x gn! Reader

Genre: Angst, light fluff, mentioned arranged marriage

Warnings: arguing, some manipulation, suggestive content (13+)

Summary: When faced with a marriage she doesn't want, Joohyun decides to take matters into her own hands

Word Count: 713

Tipsy drabbles are back with a vengeance! Hope you guys enjoy it <3 its a short one hehe

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“Miss Joohyun,” you practically sprint after your friend and employee, the soon-to-be wife of the business mogul Beomjun Kim. “Whatever is the matter?”

Joohyun spins around, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed in a perfect display of discontent. In this moment, you’re struck with her ethereal beauty once more. Having worked with her for almost half your life, you’re rarely caught off-guard by it. But at this moment, she looks ready to strike you down, like the queen she is supposed to be.

“‘Whatever is the matter’, you ask? The matter is that I have no choice in my future. No chance at finding my own love!” Joohyun’s eyes flash. “And that, that pig is going to be my husband? He has no clue how to run his business, much less the combined efforts of both our families. And yet, my parents decided to have him be the one for me to marry?”

Your eyes widen at the blatant disrespect Joohyun has displayed, your eyes darting around to make sure no one else is within earshot. “Miss Joohyun! You know he’s already part of the board of your father’s company! You can’t say such things.”

Joohyun scoffs. “I’d much rather die than be with him for the rest of my life.” She stalks forward, reaching out to grab your hands. “(Y/N), you’ve got to understand me. You can’t possibly want me to be married to that thug either.”

Your mouth opens and closes as you stare at her. “I–” Joohyun blinks at you, the epitome of innocence although you both know that’s far from the truth. In the many years you and your family have served the Bae family, you’ve grown fond of the young woman who grew up alongside you. And she has found company in you as well. But her feelings surely do not match yours. “I’d rather you found someone you genuinely cared for, Miss Joohyun. But I cannot sway your parents’ decisions.”

Joohyun’s eyebrow raises. “I’m not asking you to. Lord knows their decisions will never change. But there is something we can do.” She leans in, her breath fanning over you and everything in you stiffens. “Run away with me.”

You blink once, twice. “What?” It comes out as a whisper, and Joohyun chuckles at the look on your face.

“Run away with me, (Y/N). Come on. Ever since we got older, we’ve hardly had time to spend with each other. I don’t want to marry Beomjun, and you can’t possibly want to work for my family for the rest of your life. It’s mutually beneficial.”

A frown pulls at the corner of your lips. “But I can’t possibly upend my life like that. My family would be devastated. I want to go with you, but I can’t bring myself to.”

Joohyun’s facial expression changes. Not to disappointment, or anger, but something else you can’t place. Something akin to a cat getting ready to pounce. “(Y/N),” she hums, leaning in just a tad more, and your breath catches in your throat. “Couldn’t you come with me, because I want you there?”

And before you can protest any more, Joohyun leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Your eyes squeeze shut. It’s what you’ve dreamt of at night when no one is away but your shallow breaths as you sneak a hand down your pyjama pants. A daydream you find yourself in as you clean the kitchen, imagining her slender arms wrapping around your waist as she presses kisses below your ear.

Deep in your mind, you know she doesn’t love you, not in the way she’s promising. The daughter of a business mogul, Joohyun is an expert in manipulating feelings. But maybe you’re so far gone, that if she wants you to believe she loves you, you’ll let yourself fall.

“If you want me, you can have me,” you murmur, and Joohyun’s face brightens at your quiet defeat. The sight of it makes a warmth bloom in your gut and you let a smile grace your face although your brain is screaming for you to pull back.

Living in a lie is worth it as long as she looks at you. Even if it’s not the way you look at her.

[rosecoloreddesire]

Never Know How Much I Love You (Elvis 2022)

Austin!Elvis x reader

Summary: Your friends tell you it’s now or never to lose yourself to the pleasure of a one night stand. Though, what would you do if that one might stand was newcomer, Elvis Presley?

Note: Thank you for 200 followers! Just wrote this small thing while college finals were killing my brain last week so I hope it makes sense and y’all like it! This is supposed to mimic desperation and naïveté in one night stands :)

Warnings: SMUT! Minors DNI!

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me, Kath! I can’t do that! I’d be embarassin’ myself in front of that Memphis boy if I did that!” You covered your face in mortification.

“Come on! You gotta admit y’all two had a real good connection on that stage! He was only lookin’ at ya! Ain’t that right, Patti?” Your older friend elbowed the love struck nerd in the side rather roughly. She wheezes out the air she was sobbing out earlier.

“Y-yes, Y/N. Go seduce that Presley boy so I can stare at the other talents.” She waved her manicured hand in the air as you rolled your eyes and huffed in defeat. What the hell were they thinking sending you to the hotel door step of THE rising star of the Louisiana Hayride?

“I gotta great idea! You can borrow some of my clothes! And Miss Dreams-a-Lot can do your makeup? Sound good? Good!” She stops you before you can even answer. You sip your milkshake in annoyance even if Kathy was buying. Why you out of this group? You all thought he was hot!

“Hey, you gotta live a little! Your parents ain’t gonna kill ya for havin’ a little fun! What do you thank they were doin’ at our age, purity!” You scoffed at the nickname and gulped the rest of your milkshake down.

“Fine! I’ll prove I ain’t no innocent little one time girl! Doll me up, chicks!”

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“I-I look so good. Holy smokes!” You pose in the mirror as the girls put the finishing touches on your seduction outfit of the night.

“You look like ya ready to snatch a man’s soul tonight!”

“Or his wallet.”

“Patti-“

“Sorry!” She raised her hands in defense as you twirled around. The dress was just tight enough that if your parents saw they’d keel over right that second.

“Y’all really think this is gonna work. That boy prolly has a type. And I don’t think this is it. “ you gesture to your whole body. Kathy pushes you and fixes a stray curl on the back of your hair.

“That boy has hundreds of girls falling at his feet. C’mon, it’s a worth a try. You may never get another chance! Also that lingerie underneath is too die for!” Kath places a gentle hand on your shoulder and gives you a soft smile.

“And hey, maybe he likes sleepin’ with the same girl. He seems like one of those innocent churchly types, ya know?” Patti fixes her lipstick and Kath elbows her again. Her lipstick going up her face. The two begin to bicker as you watch from your motel window. You watch as Elvis passes by. He’s unbuttoning his shirt and you bite your lip. The blue lace shirt looked ethereal on his skin in the pale moon light. You looked down at yourself once again and took a deep breath. You looked back at the pair and they continued to fight as you slipped out as quiet as you could. You watched as Elvis retreats into his room.

“Breathe, Y/N. We got this.” You smoothed your dress down to your body. You look through the small crack in his curtains. His shirt unbuttoned all the way and wincing on the phone. You could see the heart shaped paper on the rotary numbers. He has to be talking to his girl back home. What the hell were you thinking? God, he looks good though. All of your conscience is void as you wrap your knuckles to the door. The wood cold against your sweating hand. You begin to turn and try to forget you ever wanted to do this.

“Hey Scotty, I-“ his breath hitches as he notices your not his friend and band mate but something better. You smile up at him softly and walk in, dragging your hand along his bare chest as you pass.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m sorry if this is too forward but-“ Elvis’ hands are on your waist in seconds as yours fall around his nape. He stares down at you, biting his lip. His eyes are beautiful in the dark room as you feel your legs threatening to give out from beneath you.

“You are one brave chick for walk-in’ in like ya did. I like that. You a fan?” You shake your head as he chuckles.

“I-I mean yes but I ain’t one of those ones that sits outside your door waitin’ for ya. Sometimes they mistake my room for yours! It’s somethin’ awful!” His eyes flicker from your mouth to your e/c orbs. You decide to say screw it and pull him down towards you.

“You talk a lot, doll.” He smiles and you flush. Your hand drags down his chest as his breath hitches. Your hands are cold against his warm embrace.

“Then shut me up, Elvis.” A growl rips from his throat and his lips are on yours in seconds. He’s clearly just as new as you are to this but it feels otherworldly. His hands can’t find a place to sit and grasp your body wherever he can reach. His tongue traces your bottom lip, a moan squeaks from your throat as his tongue delves into your mouth. You take his hand and place it on your chest. His hand pulls the top of your dress down and all but tears your bra.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Y/N. Lord, bless me for you walkin’ your pretty little ass in here.” He bites his lip to stop from groaning. His lips and teeth attack your throat as he tries to calm himself down. Your neck and chest were wet and bruised as Elvis tried to clutch onto any sense of reason.

“E-Elvis, more. Please. Make me yours.” His hands are gripping your waist so hard you’re sure bruises will be the harshest reminder of what you’re getting yourself into. His eyes hardly leave your tits as he gulps audibly. His lips are hot and wet as he twirls his tongue around your budding nipple. A sharp gasp leaves your reddened lips. His grasp is harsh on your thighs as he spreads them apart.

“Look at you, baby. All this for me? You’re my pretty little play thing, right?” You nod desperately as you claw at his chest for any sort of touch. His lip caught between his teeth, a moan raring to leave his lips. He drags a finger up your dampened light blue panties. You whimper as he pulls them to the side. He blows his hot breath against your pussy, your voice caught in your throat. A smirk spreads across his face as he places a soft kiss to your begging clit.

“P-please. Elvis- AH” his mouth is on you before you can even get his name out from your mouth. His tongue is slow, teasing. His grip on your thighs are still harsh and commanding. Your grip on his hair makes him chuckle and the vibration sends you into a frenzy. He pulls away as quickly as he started and looks down at you. Unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. Rubbing up and down your pussy. You grip his shoulders, the warmth of his body was the only thing left to ground your mind as you slowly delved into this sinful act.

“I’m sorry, mama. I need to feel you is that alright? We can sto-“ a growl is torn from his chest as you take his cock in your hand and push him inside slowly.

“You are so big, fuck. Shit, more please.” He nods and places his hands beside your head on the pillows.

“You look and f-feel divine. Lord, you are so fuckin’ hot.” His head falls between your neck and shoulder. His teeth scraping against your throat. Was he this possessive with all those girls at his door? Your nails are sharp on his back as he hisses at the feeling. His hips bucking tougher than before.

“More. Fuck me, Elvis!” You scrunch your eyes closed as his cock delves deeper inside you. You want to remember the feeling of Elvis inside you. Lord knows that this will be the first and only time you’ll have this sensation deep within you. Elvis is whimpering now as you tighten around him. No longer keeping his moans hidden as he loses himself.

“Fuck, I wanna- can I cum inside you?” Your hands are gripping the pillows beneath you as you nod. God, you didn’t want this night to be over but holy hell was this boy doing a number on you!

“I’m gonna cum!” The two of you are sweaty as Elvis lays on top of you. His cum drips out onto the hotel sheets and he apologizes while grabbing some towels. He grabs a satin shirt of his and helps you into it as he placed a soft kiss to your head.

“I-I don’t usually do that sorta thing, mama.” You smile.

“I don’t either.”

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“YOU LEFT HIS HOTEL BEFORE HE WOKE UP? You’re kiddin’!” Kath all but screams as you enter the door way to y’all’s room. You pulled his shirt tighter to your body as she scanned you.

“Look at her, Kath! She’s covered in bites! She really did do it! Look at you, purity!” Patti comes up to hug you and you wince. Your shame was rising higher by the minute.

“You do know we’re followin’ him to the next show right?” Your jaw dropped.

“KATH! We are not! What in the sam hell do you think you are? You tell me to go do somethin’ and I did it!” The two girls sit you down and help you cover up the marks on your visible skin and obvious bags under your eyes. You sigh.

“At least this one tonight, Y/N? Maybe, he liked ya! And he’ll wanna see you more?” You rolled your eyes and looked at yourself in the mirror feeling a pity that sunk its claws within your features. It was dark last night there was no way he’d be into you. You weren’t anyone’s type.

“Let’s go. As long as y’all are gonna get me a milkshake after.” The pair hug you and rush to their suitcases for their clothes.

“Deal!”

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“Backstage?! C’mon girls. You have gotta be pullin’ my leg here!” Kathy takes your hand and you three sit on a bench in the back watching as Elvis performed. You’d never tire of seeing it as the electricity of his passion shot through your very being every time. Soon you find yourself thinking of last night. The way he gently caressed your body and then grasped it like you were going to disappear. His lips…how full and sweet they tasted. You drift off and tune back in when you hear familiar panting.

“Thanks, guys. Was that good? Is that wigglin’ thing really all that?” His band mates were handing him towels and water as he stood drenched in sweat. You turn to tell Patti you needed to go and that’s when you see the two had left you. You try to hide your face but it’s too late as you hear a light laugh coming from the boy.

“I-I- think the wigglin’ was just fine, Elvis.” Your voice is meek as he stalks closer to you. His hand curls underneath your chin.

“You’ve got a lot of bravery comin’ back to me a second time, lil’ birdie.” His eyes are dark and firmly on yours as you stutter a response.

“I-I’’m sorry I didn’t think you’d want me to stay-“ His lips and tongue are harsh as he covers your body with his. The heat of his body is dizzying as you grab onto his suit jacket with all your strength. His body isn’t close enough. His taste is addicting. The clothes on his body needed to be off.

“Who said you weren’t mine, lil’ birdie? Didn’t you say you wanted me to make you mine,” your eyes are glossed over as he pulls your chin to lessen the gap between you both. You gasp as he forced you to look at him, “Hm? Give me an answer, mama.” You nod as he gives you a stern look.

“Yes. Yes, Elvis.”

“That’s my good girl.”

[casual-violinist-fangirl]

The fanfic I have written based on a prediction I read… it’s also posted on AO3 (see previous post) but I thought I’d also post it separately on here.

Summary: This was it! Their chance to escape! If only weren’t pinned down in a corridor… with their only exit blocked by troopers firing upon them. Luckily, Omega has and idea. Crosshair thinks she’s crazy. Hunter hates the idea… but it might just work… they’re dead either way so what do they have to lose?

WARNING: This fic contains a major character death and a lot of angst. It is centred around the relationships Omega has with Hunter and Crosshair, but of course her other brothers will feature too.

Things… were not going well. They were completely pinned down, their only way out was past the troopers currently firing on them.

‘I know what I need to do,’ she murmured just loud enough for Crosshair to hear her. Hunter, with his heightened hearing, also heard but turned to her with a look of confusion. Crosshair however, had a look of dread across his face that didn’t fill the sergeant with joy.

‘Don’t you dare, kid,’ the sniper responded, a scowl on his features. ‘Don’t be stupid, you’re not strong enough.’

Omega glared at him, a look Hunter had only seen a few times before. ‘I definitely won’t be able to do it if you talk like that,’ she snapped, standing into a crouch.

Hunter took this moment to intervene. ‘What’s going on?’ he asked, a pool of dread filling his stomach. Omega and Crosshair looked at him before Crosshair sighed in defeat.

‘The kid can use the force,’ he started. ‘She’s been practicing-‘

‘And I can get us out of here!’ came the snappy reply.

Hunter frowned. ‘Absolutely not,’ he stated. ‘If Crosshair says you’re not strong enough then we’re not negotiating.’

‘You don’t know what I can do!’ cried the girl, her eyes boring into Hunter’s. ‘I can do this Hunter, please just give me the chance.’ She stared over to the other pile of rubble where Echo and Wrecker were pinned down.

‘We’re dead if this doesn’t work anyway…’ she continued with teary eyes. ‘I don’t want to watch you die if I don’t have to.’

The sergeant glanced at Crosshair, who was trying not to look to involved, but he could see the angry tears forming in the sniper’s eyes.

‘I can do this!’ Omega cried, the tears beginning to fall. Sighing, Hunter nodded.

‘Go,’ he conceded, making both Omega and Crosshair look at him in shock. ‘You’re right, we’re dead if this doesn’t work.’

The little girl jumped onto him, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him tight. He returned the hug, hoping that it wouldn’t be the last one he was giving her.

‘I love you,’ she whispered just loud enough for him to hear and Hunter choked up. Blinking back tears he pulled away from the hug and held her face in his hands. She had aged so much in the time he’d known her… she was no longer the little girl they’d rescued from Kamino. She was so much more.

‘Love you too, ‘Mega’ he replied thickly. ‘Now go knock ‘em dead.’

She release him and turned to Crosshair, who smiled grimly at the little girl.

‘You’ve got this, kid,’ he replied and Omega nodded, a genuine smile crossing her lips. Then, as if in trance, she knelt down and a look of focus crossed her features. She closed her eyes and evened out her breathing, and for a moment Hunter didn’t think that anything was going to happen…

… and then all of the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He squeezed his eyes shut, not entirely comfortable with the new sensation.

When he reluctantly opened them again, his mouth fell open in shock. There was Omega, a look of concentration on her face as she slowly walked forward towards the firing blasters. Through his helmet he could hear the cries of Echo and Wrecker, demanding to know what was going on as they saw the girl walk towards enemy fire so calmly.

Another blaster fired and Hunter’s eyes widened in horror as he saw the blast heading towards Omega - except it never hit her - it had frozen in mid-air… in fact all of the blasts that had been heading their way were frozen. Hunter let out a small chuff of laughter. She was doing it! She was actually doing it!

‘Let’s move!’ he called across to the others and the group began making their way towards the exit. Their freedom was so close, close enough that Hunter could practically smell it. He watched his little girl in awe as she held back the fire. She was saving them, she was truly remarkable and Hunter couldn’t remember a moment when he was more proud of her.

Omega was moving forward in small, laboured steps as she fought to hold her concentration. She only needed to hold it long enough for them all to be past the troopers, then they were home and dry. This was it, she could do this!

It all happened so fast.

Hunter should have seen it really, seen it long before it was a problem. A stray blaster pointed in her direction; the clone whom it belonged to thought to be dead… until a finger twitched. Omega was focusing all of her energy on the fire in front of her that she didn’t notice the blaster until it was too late…

BANG!

Her concentration truly broken. She sailed through the air and landed on the floor with a thud. Omega winced, waited for the fizzing burning pain of a blaster wound to sink in… but nothing did. Sitting up, feeling confused and dazed, she looked around her. She was back behind a barricade, her brothers on the other side of the troopers… they were all safe. Except for one.

‘NO!’

The cry ripped through corridor and a wave of… something came with it. A wave strong enough that it sent all of the troopers flying into the walls, rendering them unconscious. Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair were also knocked off of their feet, but they were lucky enough to have been further away from the wave of energy that had blasted out of the little girl.

Omega staggered to the body that lay in the middle of the corridor, ripping off the helmet, tears falling from her cheeks.

‘Hunter!’ she wailed, shaking him, trying to wake him up. ‘Wake up, wake up!’

There was no response from the sergeant, who lay silently, a smoking blaster wound on his chest plate.

‘WAKE UP!’ A wave of powerful grief washed over the remaining members of the Batch as Omega shrieked and cried. It nearly took them off of their feet again.

‘She’s out of control,’ Echo murmured. ‘I’ve seen Jedi do this before, we need to get her out of here.’

Wrecker went to protest, tears forming in his eyes, but Crosshair nodded in agreement. Omega’s powers had been well and truly activated. She needed to be removed from the base before someone came along and took advantage of their vulnerable state.

‘Let’s move,’ he forced out with a croak, surging forward and scooping the child up in his arms.

‘NO!’ came the shrieked response. ‘Let go of me!’ she kicked and tried to pummel his back, but Crosshair kept moving. Carrying a little girl through a base was nothing compared to some of the hardships he’d faced but she wasn’t making it easy of him. It was as though she was using the force to slow him down, making it feel as though he was wading through knee-deep snow all over again.

‘Crosshair! Let me go!’

Eventually he had to put her down with a thud. A look of slight shock was on her face; she clearly hadn’t expected him to follow her wishes.

‘Look, kid,’ he started. Blast, he could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. ‘Omega,’ he tried to carry on. ‘We can get out of here. Hunter would want us to get out of here.’ He glanced over to where Wrecker had the sergeant’s body clung over his shoulder.

‘We’ve gotta run now, so you need to stay focused.’ The words felt awful coming out of his mouth, but he knew what had to be done. Through gasping breaths, the girl nodded and Crosshair picked her up once more.

They ran.

They ran and they didn’t stop, not until the ship was safely in hyperspace. There was silence as the reality of the situation sank in, the only sounds that could be heard were Omega’s quiet sobs and Wrecker sniffling in the background. Echo was sat in the pilot’s chair, an unreadable face of grief painted across his features. Crosshair found himself wondering how many brothers Echo had seen fall in battle now… countless he supposed.

A gasping ripped through the cabin of the ship and Crosshair looked up only to see Hunter heaving for a breath he couldn’t quite catch.

Omega was by his side in an instant, tears still streaming down her red cheeks.

‘Hunter!’ she sobbed. She could hear the rasping of his lungs… she used to be a medical assistant. She knew what it sounded like when someone was on their death bed.

‘You were i-incredible…’ he managed to wheeze out. ‘… so proud of you…’ Omega had taken his hand in her two smaller ones and was gripping it like it would save him.

‘You can’t go,’ she whispered hoarsely. ‘I’ve only just gotten you back.’

Crosshair glanced at his brothers, unable to watch the pair any longer. Echo was blinking back tears, and Wrecker… Wrecker was openly sobbing.

‘You’ll… be fine,’ came the quiet response. ‘… so grown up…’ Hunter feebly reached up and swept some of Omega’s fringe out of her face. Omega shook her head, but leaned into his touch. ‘I don’t want to be grown up, not if you’re not there,’ she cried. ‘You-you’re my buir. I can’t lose you.’

Hunter’s eyes filled and a tear leaked down his cheeks. ‘ad’…ika,’ he stammered out.

Echo’s dam had broken, Crosshair couldn’t bear to take his eyes away from the father and daughter, but he could hear his brother snivelling to his side.

‘C-cross…’ The sniper looked mildly horrified but moved forward to join Hunter and Omega on the floor. ‘Y-you look… look after…’

‘You’ll do that yourself, Hunter,’ Crosshair cut him off. ‘Forget what I said about you not being good with kids, you’re great. You’re the only one out of us that know what the hell to do.’

He knew he was rambling, knew it was no good, but he had to hope. He had to hope that Hunter wasn’t going anywhere.

The sergeant shook his head slightly, his eyes beginning to droop.

‘P… promise,’ he wheezed, his voice becoming little more than a whisper. Crosshair nodded mutely, taking his brother’s hand. A small smile passed over Hunter’s face before he glanced back at Omega.

‘L-love you… ‘Mega,’ he wheezed out. Omega let out a whimper as she cried and nodded.

‘I love you too,’ she managed to gasp out as she tried to regain control over he breathing.

Hunter glanced at the rest of his brothers and couldn’t help but feel content, which was ironic considering the predicament he was in.

‘E-everyone’s home…’ he murmured hoarsely, his eyelids becoming heavier. He glanced at Tech’s goggles that hung from a hook. He distantly wondered if he was going to see his brother wherever he ended up.

‘Everyone’s home, Hunter.’ Tech’s voice seemed to whisper in his ear. ‘You can rest now.’

Hunter closed his eyes one last time and became still. After years of fighting harder than he had fought before, it was over.

He could rest.

[honeystwiggypeach]

Soooo dad!Toji. Imagine Toji thinking that he will never fall in love after his wife’s death but then he meets megumi’s caretaker and he sees how well she takes care of his son and megumi being so affectionate with her even tho he’s so shy around everyone. So one day that he has to work until late she offers to take care of lil megumi until night and when he comes to pick him up there’s a storm coming so he has to stay there for a few hours and decides to confess how he feels and everything. You decide how does it keep going.

Or, or, or soon to be dad! Toji being scare that his wife might die during child birth like megumi’s mom did so she and megumi have to reassure that everything will be alright and just a lot of fluff, maybe a little scene when the baby it’s finally here.

Btw you’re going to see me over here a lot because I have so many ideas for jujutsu kaisen (specifically for our pretty dilf)

Bestie ilysm for requesting that, you always have such beautiful idea like??? You’re so smart for this!!! I’m splitting the two ideas into posts!!(idk if I’ll get to do the second one tonight but I’m going to do it!!! Promise because I love this so much!!)yay!! I’m so glad!!I love Toji guys so much😭(…what about nanami guys…as like single dad to maybe…Yuuji…does anyone want to see that??) Tysm for requesting I love these so much pls request more!!!

Tw- Megumi cries for reader(misses her), Megumi throws a singular tantrum, typical kid things, Toji works late, flash flood and flash flood warnings, shared bed troupe, Toji is nervous about parent hood and asks questions, let me know if I’ve missed anything!!

You babysat Megumi a lot, like a lot so much so Megumi would throw a fit when you would call in sick wailing until Toji showed him a photo of you to calm him down.

He’d sit with Toji in his rocker as Toji rocked him a bit, Megumi would suckle on his pacifier as he sniffles staring at your photo…Toji felt like he couldn’t comfort his own son, he felt inadequate to do it, like he couldn’t calm him down enough only relaxing when he’d fall asleep.

So when Toji gets the chance to go home early he heads right over to your house where you’re watching Megumi. He’d always be sleeping by the time Toji would be over and he’d never seen you interact with him but all his son did was sing you praise so he knew that you were a good and qualified babysitter.

So of course when he knocks on the door you’re bouncing Megumi in your hip as he rolls a hotwheels car over your shoulder giggling around his pacifier.

His face falls when he sees his dad at the door whining as he holds onto you letting out a shrill no!

You let Toji walk in opening the door for him as you smile slightly.

That day, he asked you how you calmed Megumi when he had tantrums.

“I don’t know” you murmured, “he never really has tantrums…I’ve had kids who did though, I’d normally help soothe them like holding their cheek to my shoulder as you bounce them a bit” your explanation is awkward but you give a visual demonstration as you hold the side of Megumi’s head as his chubby little cheek squishes against your shoulder you bounce from side to side making like shushing noises mimicking what you’d do before pulling away a bit to ask if there was something wrong.

“I try to do it like that when they’re little, it helps them calm down a bit to gather their ideas and everything.”

Little advice sessions continue for a long time even when Megumi is asleep.

To the point of Toji no longer needing any advice and he’s begun to ask stupid questions just to hang out.

Today however, Toji was working late, you’d agreed to babysit little Megumi, telling him to just call ten minutes before he got there since it was likely you’d be asleep.

So that’s what happened, Toji had brought night clothes for Megumi who was excited to spend the night at your house.

When he’d gotten to your house he was babbling happily reaching out for you before he blew a slobbery kiss to Toji.

It didn’t take long before Megumi was getting tired, though that was normal, Toji had started the work day late so it was almost seven when Megumi had came over.

You’d gotten him changed into his night clothes and laid down in your bed beside him making sure Megumi had several pillows so he couldn’t bump himself as you turned your tv into his favorite movie he giggles happily as he turned to you hugging you as he cuddled up to you.

At 9:40 Toji calls, you’re voice is hoarse and listening to Toji’s raspy voice makes your eyes widen.

“He’s sleeping against me…one second I’ll get to the door.” And you slowly slide Megumi off of you and get to the door.

When Toji gets there you smile tiredly, leading him up to your room, he doesn’t know what he expected but it’s not his son sleeping in your adorable bedding.

You both jump when you hear the alert go off on your phones fkr a flash flood.

You peer behind Toji seeing the rain hit against the window as the lightening strikes.

You notice that Toji has cleaned himself up, “you shouldn’t drive in the rain like this…”he hums in aggreance a bit.

You wait for a moment looking at Megumi, “you and Megumi can sleep in my room…I’ll sleep on the couch but we should all get some rest didn’t you say you wanted to bring Megumi to the museum tomorrow? You’ll need lots of energy!” Maybe it’s the fact that Toji’s wet shirt is clinging to his skin only dragging out more of his toned appearance and the fact that his hair is damp and it looks so good.

Or maybe the fact that you’ve liked him since he first expressed wanting to be a better dad for Megumi.

“Well…I wanted to ask” Toji’s nervous, what the fuck, he’s never nervous you can’t be serious! “Do you want to come with us like a little date…it doesn’t have to be but I think it’d be nice”

Your eyes widen, “really?” He nods as he rubs at his neck, “I’d love to! We need to get to bed than!”

“I’m sure Megumi will be excited to know you’re coming along…you can sleep in the bed I’ll take the couch” Toji’s voice is quiet and your brows furrow.

“Well let’s just both take the bed than!” And that’s what you both did, you shared the bed and maybe you held hands when he slowly worked his hand over to your side of the bed searching for your hand in the pile and a half of blankets only to find it wrapped around his precious little boy. He smiles softly to himself, he’s glad that he’s found someone else who he knows not only lives and excepts him but Megumi.

Anywho!! Let me know if you guys want to see anything else or maybe even a part two or that nanami dad to Yuuji thing!!(I’ll write the second part of the request tomorrow when I get home from school guys I’m just a little tired rn and I want to put in my full effort!!)

Part two!