#a leather jumpsuit? are you serious??

[karokawwo]

the darkest character in the natlan lineup is the girl from the teyvat teaser 💀 this is kinda depressing

[male-us-prison-experience]

WELCOME IN MY PRISON - THE ONLY ONE THAT OFFERS ALL PLEASURES OF ALL AMERICAN PENITENTIARIES TOGETHER

After that fatal car crash, causing serious traffic victims, it always starts with arrest and being handcuffed at your back. Then you're driven to the police station. There follows the intake, the body search, the mugshot, the inevitable alcohol test and finally the finger prints.

As the test is positive your brandnew prison uniform, a simple nice black and white striped jumpsuit, to be closed with just six shiny snap buttons at the front, is already waiting for you, one of the kind you will have to wear from now on for many years to come - as is the barred bare cell with just a bed of cold steel, a stool made of the same stuff and a toilet, to spend your first night locked up and think all over....

Your beautiful new villain suit will only be taken off from now on when you have to shower, together with other prisoners. You better prepare yourself for that too: in prison we don't do privacy. The first time you will hesitate to undress in the presence of others just as much as that shy new inmate on the right, but that will soon be over, i promise you.

You soon will learn to wear your striking prison stripes always and everywhere. No separate trousers and shirt for you anymore, just a jumpsuit. And you soon will learn that you have to dress yourself properly once you're out of your bed , so to button up that jumpsuit always and everywhere completely, all six snaps up to the last one just under your chin. If not, the police officers will learn you to do so.

You also soon will get used to the fact that this is just how you will look henceforth, that your visiting family will see you dressed like this. No, there will not be any exceptions to that rule in the future. You soon will discover that your prison uniform has only one small pocket, on your left chest, and none further down as your pants once had. As you will never need cash money in the future again, this is sufficient for a pair of glasses, or perhaps a handkerchief. After all, the fewer pockets your jumpsuit possesses, the smaller the risk of any contraband.

Yes, from this moment on wearing solid steel handcuffs will become nearly inevitable as soon as you are somewhere outside your own cell. Safety comes first - at the police station they have their experience with new prisoners who suddenly go crazy and thus become violent.

A few days later you're already on your way to court for trial, in your new prison stripes clearly contrasting to the accompanying officers in their grey uniforms. Of course you're already since you left your cell in full restraints, shuffling along with difficulty in your uneasy leg irons, while your wrists in handcuffs are fixed to the frontal D-ring of a thick leather belt around your waist, with which the jailers lead you with firm a grip like some wild dog on the leash to the dock to get sentenced....

After your perp-walk in front of the eager local press and the curious public you enter the courtroom, where your lawyer pleads in vain for a conditional sentence on the grounds of mitigating circumstances. But the facts are clear and the sentence of the judge therefore is too.

You will have to spend many years in prison - which one, you don't hear yet. The next days, or perhaps weeks, you will stay in your cell at the local jail again. When you move back from the courtroom to the exit of the court-house, the sound of the rattling of your leg-irons, each time when the connecting chain hits the stone floor tiles of the corridor, sounds more ominous than ever. You will get used to them...

And now, first back to the county jail. Now you've been sentenced, you're aware that you indeed will have to wear this black and white striped prison jumpsuit the next years. And yes, because of that, on your way out of the courthouse those damned handcuffs also stay on.

Outside the prison van is already waiting for you. No, there is no chance to escape your fate. Too much police officers around, apart from your shackles - and your prison stripes, that will betray you. There is only one choice for you: to obey to the law and step inside.

And yes, this time, on your way back, you're not the only one in the prison van. As small as it is, there is space enough for two - or more...

Back in your cell at the county jail you've just to wait, till on some very early morning in the next days or weeks you're suddenly awakened and taken out for transport. The handcuffs and leg-irons you have to wear during the next hours already are waiting outside your cell. This time even a black box is added to your handcuffs, fixing them in an immovable way to the belly-chain padlocked at your back.

Outside, the special prison bus is already waiting for you. Inside that van, behind the driver's cabin, there is a lockable compartment for you and your fellow inmates, with bars on the windows. For the rest there are only very basic chairs on a steel floor. Now, you have a very long ride ahead of you, during which you will stay fully restrained the entire time. At no point will your shackles come off, that's strictly forbidden, not even allowed when you are given food and drink on the way, or have to piss, or when a short stop is made to pick up a couple of recently convicted inmates, already shackled, at the next county jail.

If you are unlucky, if you are considered a flight risk, you will not only have to wear the hand and foot cuffs that have already been put on you in advance, but you might also be chained to your place for the entire ride, presumably with your legs to a ring in the floor. As you can see, the necessary extra cuffing-equipment for this is already present in the bus in enough amounts to do so just behind the driver's seat.

It's a long drive of many hours from the small jail in your own county town to the huge isolated prison complex in the middle of nowhere. Then suddenly your new home for the next years comes into sight. The wires, the walls, the watch towers, al those frightening forbidding structures you can watch now for a couple of minutes through the windows of the prison van from the outside before it enters, make you immediately realize: once inside, there will be no way out.

And when the prison gate opens and the van finally drives into the court yard, you already catch a glimpse of the other inhabitants, all wearing exactly the same black and white striped prison uniform as you. You're not the only one here, that's for sure.... A new, harsh, unknown life with a lot of strict rules now lays ahead!

And when you are taken to your cell block for the first time, and you encounter a whole column of fellow prisoners while crossing the courtyard in your full restraints, you realize something else: outside of that cell block, your hands and feet will always be shackled for safety's sake, that fucking tight leather belt around your waist with those bloody handcuffs attached to it, will from now on become your standard equipment as soon as you leave it, heavy leg-irons included.

EXPERIENCE THE UNIQUE AMERICAN WAY OF PRISON LIFE!

I have started this new blog about one of my greatest phantasies: to experience a real American prison from the inside. After being transported to a huge state penitentiary of the maximum security category, surrounded by barbed wire, walls and moats, and the obligatory humiliating stripsearch immediately at arrival, a hidden severe world is welcoming all new inmates for many years to come, offering a lot of rest, partly to be spend in solitary confinement:

Barred cells, serious shackles, rattling chains, prison stripes and finally the famous chain gang - always secured in full restraints: that's the way i like it!

Well, and there is your cell, completely for your own, your home for the next years. Which one will be yours? Is your new neighbor already winking you? Will it be No.2, 4, 5, 6? They are all identical - in a good prison all inmates are treated equal, as they are all dressed the same, their individuality reduced to their identification number stamped on their plastic wristband and maybe printed on their new uniform too.

And then one of those cell-doors is opened for you, and you have to go inside. After your handcuffs and leg-irons are taken off, the guards leave your cell, the barred door is banged shut and you're left alone.

You're locked up now, and the only part of your captive body that you can now move past those damned iron bars of your cell by yourself are your hands. The rest remains inside and has to wait till the door will be unlocked again - next morning or next week or next month, or whenever, that's no longer up to you...

[austajunk]

May I request please soudham with 11, 13, 41,(maybe some 47) and anything else you wanted to add in there? 🥺

It always takes, like, a full moon to get me ready to write Soudam. I like the ship, but it's hard for me for some reason. But I hope you like this fun, little fic. ^^

Triggers: Dubious Consent, Pet Play, Praise Kink, Domination/Submission, Exhibition/Public Sex and Corruption/Training.

"W-Wait! Tanaka... I... I don't t-think I can do this!"

"What senseless and cowardly bickering. Do you not understand?" Gundham hissed at him. His hands sank into his pockets, procuring a leather collar and a leash. He continued, driving his boot into Kazuichi's jumpsuit that the mechanic had just shed from his body.

The rough hand of the breeder slammed the wall beside Kazuichi's head.

"In the wild, when you lose, you are to be mounted and bred by the victor!"

"...I...I... what?!"

With his green jumpsuit discarded and kicked away behind the Hotel Mirai, the open, salty breeze of the day assaulted Kazuichi Souda's naked body. He was drowning in the humiliation already, and no one had even seen him aside from his new "master". His lanky body was out in the hot sun, stiffening already and trying to hide his shaft between his legs. It simply did not work.

It was a cool and breezy day, yet his body was hot. Perhaps it was from the constant shaking after he had removed his clothes. Although, if Kazuichi bothered to question it, it was more than likely that he melted underneath Gundham Tanaka's intense, hungry stare. Those eyes scorched him alive.

The dark, throaty chuckle made Kazuichi wince. "Ah, really?" Gundham folded his arms, circling around his slender body from behind the Hotel. "But surely, you must have realized by now the golden rule of nature itself!"

Kazuichi groaned, this time from the words that left the breeder's mouth rather than his awareness of his embarrassment. Did he always have to talk like this? Even when he was in his birthday suit?! But before he could respond, Gundham swept up daringly close to Kazuichi's front, his left hand gliding over the mechanic's throat. Kazuichi froze, his heart running wild. He begged the world, the island, and God themselves to keep anyone from seeing him like this.

Bare-assed with a cock stiffening up so close to Gundham Tanaka...

"I'm s-serious!! I don't care i-if I lost to you," Kazuichi sputtered, feeling weak in his knees. "We can't d-do this! I... I'm pretty sure it's against the-the law or something-!"

Gundham cut him off with a coy snort. "Rules?! Ha! Complete foolishness. As though someone with the power and prestige such as I would be governed by something so on level with a typical mortal!" He lowered at Kazuichi until he flinched back. Then, he softened ever so slightly. His hand slid to Kazuichi's jaw, dipping his thumb in between his lips.

"Ah--?" Flushing, Kazuichi opened his mouth for Gundham's fingers.

"Mhnnn... yes..." The "dark overlord" murmured. His thumb prodded Kazuichi's sharp teeth, even pushing his flesh into it until it threatened to cut him. "Even I had to admit you were an... interesting specimen..." He closed his eyes. Two more fingers slipped inside of his mouth. Gundham narrowed his gaze dangerously at the mechanic. "Suck."

On a terrible instinct, Kazuichi knew what he meant. He swallowed, closed his lips over Gundham's long digits, and obediently started to run his tongue over them. Between his legs, his cock gave a small twitch. The humiliation burrowed deep inside of his core, making him anxious. He wanted something to cover his skin. Some way to hide! Anything!

"That's it," encouraged Gundham in a low growl. "Watch your teeth and suck deeper." Without waiting for his new pet to comply, he slid his fingers further into Kazuichi's mouth, forcing the mechanic to produce a panicked, gagging noise. The sucking became sloppy over his fingers until Gundham released him, thoroughly dissatisfied. "Hmph. This is why I knew I had to train you. A worthless mutt like you is in dire need of correction."

"H-Huh?" With his throat tight from the treatment, Kazuichi coughed and gasped for the sweet air to refill his lungs. What the hell was he talking about? He had seriously challenged him to a fight and beaten him to... to get his hands on the mechanic for this?!

Gundham ignored his pleas. Instead, he urged Kazuichi down to his knees with a light shove. The collar was brought forth and immediately fastened around Kazuichi's neck. "Luckily, you are not in the wild... for you would not last even half a minute if you were." He locked the collar in place and attached the leashed to the ring, jerking him forward. Kazuichi fell over at once, his ass stupidly pointing right in the air.

"Tanaka, please! Wait! I can't do this..." The mechanic whimpered. "N-Not in public. I c-can't l-l-let anyone see me like this--!"

He hardly expected a sigh to follow after, let alone the soft stroke down his back. Kazuichi blinked. A kind hand ruffled his pink locks, brushing his beanie off his head. "Ah...?" He croaked, glancing back up at the breeder.

Instead, Gundham had knelt down beside him, caressing Kazuichi's backside. His hand hovered just over his ass, making Kazuichi fear that it was to strike him for his whining. However, the gentle fingers skimming the underside of his cock told him otherwise. Kazuichi shut his eyes, unable to keep the willing moans that slipped by his lips.

"Tanaka...that feels-"

"That's a good boy," grunted Gundham quietly. He bent close to Kazuichi's ear, his hot breath rising up the mechanic's neck. His cock gave a thicker pulse in Gundham's hands. "There... you're doing well. Good boy...how does it feel?"

"Ah... Ah..." Kazuichi panted. His hips twitched, inching deeper to feel Gundham's warm hands over his shaft. Just a little more... "It feels good...I..." Even the slight praise had the red crawling to his cheeks. Something about the deepness of Gundham's commanding voice lightly complimenting him made him want to curl against the ground for him if it meant hearing those words again.

'Woah... what the fuck is wrong with me?' Kazuichi brain spun in circles. 'I'm in the dirt, letting him stroke my ass! How does it feel so good-?!'

When he opened his eyes, he realized that Gundham was staring at him intently. That smirk never left his face. It only made Kazuichi hotter. He wanted to bury his head between his arms and never look up again.

"You're already drooling so much precum," he said in a serious tone. "Your stamina and drive is something I haven't seen before on my travels... hence, I must have the chance to train you for myself!"

Kazuichi tried to respond, but a tug of the leash had him nearly stumbling back into the dirt. Gundham had risen without much warning and simply yanked the leash to get him to follow. "What-?! We can't just-!" But Gundham tugged him forward without looking back even once.

--

"Heel."

Such a direct order felt like everything. It was a knife cutting smoothly through the cloud of confusion that flooded Kazuichi's mind. Gundham Tanaka really had him on a leash and on his knees, walking him like a pet out on the soft sand trails of Jabberwock Island. It seemed Kazuichi had melted into disassociating and accepting it was a dream. The warm and cushy sand beneath his hands and knees begged to differ though.

But as Gundham order, he stopped and sat. Whatever it took for this disgraceful parade to be over. His cock was burning to be touched again, but he couldn't even hide it. If he wanted to touch himself, someone could see him. He was out in the open. Exposed. Helpless.

"On your back... that's it..." Gundham eased him calmly onto his backside in the sand and carefully brushed the sand from his stomach. "Good... good... you're advancing surprisingly well..."

"..." Oh God! Why did that make Kazuichi bite his lip to keep himself from panting like a horny dog? His cock pressed against his inner thigh, hardening again for attention under Gundham's gaze.

"You're swelling up in this heat," said Gundham, inspecting him. "But still controlling yourself. I'm almost impressed..."

He patted Kazuichi's chest, letting his hand inch lower and lower. Kazuichi's eyes practically bulged. He was so damn close! He just wanted to be touched!

And when Gundham finally rested his fingers upon the mechanic's cock, Kazuichi barely registered that it was real. "You deserve something of a gift, I think." His thumb pressed the sensitive vein beneath the tip of the shaft, making Kazuichi squeal and cry out. "That's it..."

"Oh my!"

A lovely, lilting voice shattered and dragged Kazuichi back to reality. For just a few seconds, he was content to dip his head back in the sand and let Gundham whisper and stroke him off. He wanted to thrust his hips and feel the rough texture of the breeder's fingers making him paint the earth with hot ropes of his cum. Just as the words to beg Gundham to work him into a lather came to him, he recognized that voice that interrupted them.

"M-M-Miss Sonia?!"

Horrified, Kazuichi tried to sit up but Gundham's right hand kept him pressed to the ground. He could see the green loafers of the princess in the distance, having come to a stop to witness just what he and his new master were up to on the beach.

This wasn't a dream. This wasn't even a nightmare. Drenched in a cold sweat, Kazuichi realized that he was, in fact, being jerked off in front of the girl he had a crush on by his own rival. His entire body flushed. But he was still so very hard...

"Oh, I see..." Sonia said all too quickly. "I am witnessing a true breeder at work! Training his subject! How wonderful!" She cooed and put her arms together, beaming down at Kazuichi. "I must say though... I would have picked a... hm... cuter subject, but everyone deserves a chance to be tamed in the wild."

"Very wise of you indeed," chuckled Gundham, his free hand giving Kazuichi's ass a light squeeze. "And so far, he is doing surprisingly well. He has not yet stopped and begged at my legs to be pleasured. I think that earns him something for his admirable diligence."

Kazuichi's head was spinning. What the hell was all of this? Was he even on planet earth any longer?! It was then that he wondered if these two were simply operating on a level that he could never hope to fathom. And beyond that, he came to the conclusion that he was too fucking horny and needy to care.

"I-I don't care!" He cried out, bucking his hips wildly. His cock jutted into Gundham's palm. "Please touch me! I-Ill die if you don't!!! Ngh!!!"

"Hmmm..." Despite the heat and fervent desperation displayed, Gundham merely groped his pet's cock and thought in silence. Then, he opened his eyes, leaning over his subject:

"Perhaps I will let you come. Perhaps not. A master has no responsibility to give pleasure and release to a creature who is not his own subject."

Kazuichi's eyes widened. His mouth was left agape as the words socked him in the face. "Pl-Please... I just w-want..." On the verge of tears, he trembled and practically humped the air past Gundham's hands.

"Hm? Was that a swear of loyalty? To be my thrall for all of time? It did not sound like one," hissed Gundham back to him.

Underneath the deep, blue skies, Kazuichi wanted to melt away from the sun. But it was too hot to shy away now. He slipped into Gundham's grasp and moved his hips up and down to grind his slick cock into his hand. It felt so good. He could let his humanity slip just to have this sort of pleasure, to feel praised and loved. Even just to have Sonia watch him demean himself was like a cool, lightning bolt drowning his mind in a blissful euphoria.

He almost laughed giddily as he pumped his cock faster. Gundham's hand joined him, taking ahold of him and matching Kazuichi's erratic thrusts with a controlled jerk.

Heavenly minutes passed with Kazuichi writhing around underneath the hot sun, his body making lewd slaps against what flesh Gundham offered him. His new master chided him for being such an animal at his core, but he simply couldn't stop. With an arch of his back, the rush of pressure released into three hot, thick spurts of cum against Gundham's pants.

Gundham snorted as Kazuichi collapsed back into the ground. Sonia gasped, cupping her mouth and trying to get a good eye full of the mess the boys had made. Dripping in a layer of sweat and fleeting pleasure, Kazuichi curled up into the sand, still not quite sure if what was happening was reality or hallucination.

It didn't matter.

He nodded to Gundham, the tears blatant in his eyes and smearing his eyeliner. "I'm a...I'm a..." It was still so hard to say, but...

"I'm your goddamn pet, Tanaka!!"

[switchedandbewitched]

Switched and Bewitched

Chapter 5: That jacket with that skirt?

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“I think all of you are ready,” Timothy proclaimed. 

“Really?” Fred asked. “You’re serious? You’re not just joking?”

“I am serious.”

“Like, Groovy!” Shaggy said.

“Please, guys, this is a very important excursion. To collect clues,” Velma reminded them. 

“We have to have a little fun, or we’ll lose our minds,” Daphne argued. 

“I am certain you can have fun and collect clues,” Timothy responded. He tossed Fred some keys. 

“Fred, there is something waiting for you in the g-garage. I think you will find it quite to your liking.”

Fred flashed a wide grin and jumped to his feet so quickly the dining room chair flew backwards with a loud squeak. 

 “Ah-ah! Not so fast, Fred. You all have the knowledge to fly under the radar b-but you don’t have...  the look. Your assistants are waiting for you in your rooms with some 21st century apparel. And then you can meet in the g-garage.” 

Daphne returned to her room where she found her assistant, a preppy blonde whose name she could never remember, holding what seemed to be a whole new wardrobe. The clothes were all zipped in designer bags so Daphne couldn’t see what fashion disaster Tim’s crew had in store for her. She took the bags from Preppy Blonde and scurried into her room. 

“This is what they’re wearing these days?” Daphne shouted into the hallway, staring down at a lavender t-shirt dress.  “I’ve never heard of the brand ‘C.L. Magnus’.” 

She laughed. “Totally! This is considered very fashionable. You can leave it as is or throw a belt on to jazz it up. Scarf?” 

Daphne took the green scarf from her hand and wrapped it around her neck. “It just seems a little, I don’t know, plain. Do you have anything else?”

“Er, uh...,” Preppy paused. Her disappointment that Daphne wasn’t satisfied on the first try was written all over her face. “Like, yeah, totally Ms. Blake. Nooo worries. Be back in a sec!” She disappeared down the hallway only to reappear with more designer bags in tow. Flashing Daphne a perfect smile, she unzipped another bag and held up a lantern sleeve dress, gesturing like Vanna White. “Well? Maybe this?”

“Too poofy,” Daphne responded, hand on her hip. “Fancier than the first one and less... voluminous than that one.” Preppy held up a jumpsuit in a slightly darker shade of purple. “I don’t really feel like wearing pants, Prep -- Perhaps another dress?”

“Can I show you a dress-shirt combo?”

“I guess, I’m not quite sure what you mean --”

Preppy pulled out a light purple long sleeve shirt and dark purple pinafore dress. “This doesn’t totally match what I had in your fashion profile but I snatched it up just in case you --”

“Love it. I love it. I’ll take that.”

“Perfect!” Preppy squealed, handing her the clothes and a pair of lavender ankle boots. “Now for your hair. I’m thinking loose waves and some curtain bangs.” She pulled out a barrel brush and blow dryer from her bag. “This is, like, going to be so totally fun!” 

Shaggy’s assistant was named Greg and was much less chatty than Daphne’s assistant. He had simply gestured to the closet and looked at Shaggy before darting off to address something he heard over his earpiece.

“Like, this is pretty alright, Scoob,” Shaggy said and turned around to face Scooby-Doo. His green t-shirt had been replaced with a button down of the same color and his baggy bell bottoms were now fitted slacks. In the closet were also leather sneakers and a grey cardigan. 

“Rooking rood, Raggy. Rat rabout re?” Scooby asked, doing a little twirl in his new, but identical, collar. 

“Great, Scooby. You look great, too.” 

“Well, Fred, your outfit is fairly timeless, if I’m honest, but we have to make a few changes,” Fred’s assistant told him. He was a stocky fellow and didn’t appear to know much about fashion himself so Fred hesitated to take his word. “Namely, the ascot. The ascot has to go.”

“No! Not my ascot!” Fred said, clutching at his neck. 

“I’m afraid so. We’ve hung your clothes in your closet, please take a look.”

Fred found pairs of dark blue jeans alongside loose white button downs and orange t-shirts. Fred got dressed and buttoned the shirt up just enough that the orange peeked through at the top. 

“Why don’t you just tuck the front of the shirt in a bit? It’ll add a bit of style but still look effortless, I promise,” The assistant said. 

Fred raised an eyebrow but did as he was told then patted his ascot, a forlorn look on his face. “I’ll miss you buddy.” 

“You’re kidding me,” Velma said. 

“Please, Ms. Dinkley. I really don’t want to argue with you and it is imperative you blend in. Not only blend it, it is imperative you look older as well. I understand you will be eighteen in just a few weeks but someone your age should still be in high school and if you are running around town it might draw unwanted attention,” Marcie said, holding out a pair of wide leg paperbag pants and a stylishly slouchy orange sweater.  They’d been going back and forth about this for ten minutes. 

“You barely look 18 yourself! I can’t believe this.”

“Ahem, I am 18, Ms. Dinkley, thank you. Please wear the clothes.”

Velma sighed deeply and snatched the clothes from her hands. She lovingly set her red skirt and orange turtleneck on her bed before stepping into her new clothes. There was a full length mirror on the back of the door and Velma looked at herself hesitantly. Well, maybe it’s not so bad, she thought. 

Velma stepped back into the hallway. "Are you happy now, Marcie?"

"Uh, well, yes. You look... you look very good Ms. Dinkley," she responded. If Velma wasn't mistaken, Marcie was blushing slightly. "It’s just that the shirt is supposed to be tucked into the pants.”

“Oh,” Velma said. She carefully tucked the sweater into her pants and looked up. “I never wear pants.”

Marcie handed her a pair of maroon flats and then produced a pair of black, square-framed glasses. 

Velma took both and started at Marcie through her new lenses. “Remarkable. They’re only twenty-percent the thickness of my old glasses, at most, and I can see clearer.”

Marcie and Velma walked down to the foyer, where they found Shaggy, Scooby, Daphne, and Fred. 

“Um, Velma, those are, like, some groovy pants,” Shaggy said. His tone was entirely genuine but that didn’t seem to matter to Velma. 

“Shut up, Norville,” Velma said. Change was not, and had never been, a close friend of Velma’s. 

“Hey!”

“You’re just not looking very ‘shaggy’ right now,” she responded, but her tone had lightened and Shaggy could tell she was teasing him in good fun. “I love your outfit, Daphne, you look great.”

“Thanks. It’s definitely growing on me.”

“Guys, there’s time for a fashion show later, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” Fred squealed and darted off to the garage. The Gang heard a loud gasp followed by the cry, “Oh, baby, I’ve missed you!” 

Externally, the Mystery Machine was identical to the one they’d left behind in 1969. Internally, she was a completely different beast. Everything had been updated to reflect 21st century safety standards, of course, and all the bells and whistles necessary for on-the-go mystery solving had also been added. There was a satellite computer system in the back, a whiteboard, a Scooby-Snack dispensing machine, fingerprint dusting kits, a microscope, disguises, trapping equipment, and just about anything else they could need. 

“This is... everything!” Fred shouted, practically hopping from one foot to the other. “Are you guys sure we have to go home because this might just be worth staying here.”

“Jeepers,” Daphne said as she peered into the back of the Mystery Machine. “I don’t know how to use half of this stuff.”

“Like, it is nice, Fred, but...” I still want to go home, Shaggy thought.   

Marcie followed The Gang into the garage and consulted her tablet. “Your assignment is to drive into town and walk around Main St. Maybe grab a coffee, or go into a store.”

“That’s it?” Velma asked. “You’re making us walk around? Shop?!”

“And blend in,” she finished. “That’s the hard part. We will have an undercover operative keep an eye on you and report back to Timothy and myself about how well you do. Then, if it goes well, you can go out and start collecting clues about time travel. We have no idea how long it will take to master the intricacies of time travel. You could be here for months or even years.”

“Marcie, this seems like a waste of time,” Daphne said. “We should have started collecting clues the minute we landed here.”

“Honestly, Ms. Blake, I see your point, however clues that have lasted since 1969 are going to last a few more days. Off you go.” 

The Gang piled into the Mystery Machine, Fred, Daphne, and Velma up front and Shaggy and Scooby in the back. Fred could hardly contain his excitement as he put the Mystery Machine in reverse and backed out of the garage. He turned to Daphne, beaming, and she giggled. 

“Go ahead, Freddie. See what this thing can do.”

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[leatherylook1212]

 Iconic Leather Love: How to Rock a Women's Leather Jacket for Every Occasion

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[millionsnife]

"It's ugly as hell, Midvalley." He smirks at Zazie's agreement below, even as the worm finally slows to a stop. "What's your dry-cleaning bill like, anyway?" Smug amusement; he doubts Midvalley is able to keep the thing clean without serious effort. Not in a desert, and not in his old profession.

"And I didn't wear a jumpsuit, you fashion blind racoon. It was a jacket and pants. Durable fabric from before the Fall, even." Thus why it had lasted to damn long as it had. Why it'd taken a fight between two Independents to finally destroy it. His current outfit isn't nearly as durable, but it is comfortable. Yet another jacket, worm leather this time. Pants, a shirt under his the jacket. Sturdy enough boots.

"My current clothes are still better than yours."

"Hey! My suit is not ugly. It's better than a white jumpsuit. Jumpsuits were so thirty years ago," he points his finger out accusatory as he responds to the irrational INSULTS he has to withstand. Then, frowning, he lowers the finger and pouts, "It is an old thing, though. Might be nice to find some new clothes and retire these threads. I'm not wearing something without character though. If we find some designer brand shit, I'm calling dibs."

...They honestly might, if they search through big cities. That is an interesting, exciting thought.

Calming himself down, he thinks. Thinks about how to word things. Thinks about what he wants.

Knives. Asking what he wants. What Midvalley wants.

"Sure, why not," he shrugs with a smile, "Not like I have anything better to do with my life." It goes unspoken, but the companionship is much appreciated as well.

[downrightembarassing]

Night Out

—-

A night out with the Ravagers ends up back at the ship in the Captain’s quarters

Self indulgent smut, PWP, the usual mess I write. Lots of swearing.

———————————————————————

“It’s a brothel”

“It’s a brothel WITH a bar”

“I brushed my hair and washed my clothes to come to…a brothel”

Kraglin laughs and smacks you hard on the back. “Well what did ya expect when the Capt’n said the boys need ta relax”

“Whatever, at least I can get a fuckin’ drink here” you reply with a grimace.

“We’re gettin’ a table with the Capt’n, want ta join?” He asks

“Hell no, I don’t want to know whoever’s desperate enough to pay to fuck a robot. Y’all are gross and I’m going to sit at the bar” Kraglin shoves you and you flip him off as you walk away.

Settling yourself in a bar seat facing the mirrors you can almost forget where you are. The bartender is definitely not human, but is able to suggest several drinks that won’t damage you too bad. Sipping on the first one you feel a large presence settle onto the stool next to you.

“What’s a snack like you doin’ sitting alone down here? I could rent a room upstairs and show you the time of your life”

You look over and see the man sitting next to you is obviously from the same planet as the doctor who treated you. He looks like Shrek.

“Wow, you’re so fuckin’ ugly even the robots must have said no. Fuck off.”

He gapes at you, mutters “bitch” and staggers away. “Don’t forget it asshole” you shout at his retreating back.

——-

Yondu watches the whole exchange. He tensed when the man approached you, and relaxed when he wandered away.

Why the hell am I gettin’ like this, he thinks. She’s hot as hell, yeah, but she ain’t interested in me. She’s reminded you several times she’s a grown ass woman and if she wants to pick up some jackass in a bar that’s on her. Resolutely he picks up his drink and goes back to the conversation.

Kraglin walks up to the table with a bottle in hand and a massive smirk on his face. He holds up a wrist com and smacks it down on the table.

“Wassit for” asks Olbo.

“We all know that little Terran gotta vicious mouth, and we all know she’s gonna’ get hit on” his smile grows wider “so I stuck a mic on her and we can listen to some other dudes gettin’ chewed out fer once”

The table grows quiet for a moment before raucous laughter breaks out. Olbo is pounding the table and Tulk almost spills his drink.

Yondu just groans “that mouth a’ hers is gonna get her in trouble”

——-

You hear the table of Ravegers laughing and wonder what the hell those jackals think is so funny. From your seat at the bar you can see their table in the mirrors and wonder why there’s a wrist com on the table.

Whatever you think, just as the next jackass settles himself and starts leering

——-

“I’ve never had a Terran before sugar, what do you taste like?”

“Wow dude. I need you to go look in a mirror. If you don’t have a mirror go buy one. And then say to yourself what you just said to me. Do that, and then have a serious heart to heart with yourself about where you’ve ended up in your life”

“What the fuc-“

“Beat it loser, before I lose my appetite”

Kraglin is laughing so hard he can’t breathe, tears are streaming down Olbo’s face, Tulk has spilled his drink, and even Yondu is smirking. It’s been non-stop for over a half hour of you brutally rejecting every man, woman, creature, whatever that sits next to you. They’re eating it up. The other crew members not occupied by a bot have rolled by to listen as well, proud their little harpy is just as mean to everyone else.

——-

“Christ I just wanted to drink in peace” you moan to the bartender. She turns and gestures to your face, your chest, your white tank top with the top half of your leather jumpsuit tied around your waist with one of her several arms. “Honey looking like you do in here won’t get you a moments peace. Unless you’re already shacked up with one of those Ravegers you came in with you’re just going to have to deal with it”

“Pass” you reply “can I get another of the blue drink?”

“Sure honey, but I’ve got to ask, are any of those boys yours?”

“Nah” you reply, sneaking another glance in the mirror at Yondu

Another man sits down next to you but your eyes stay on the reflection of your captain and crew paying rapt attention to the wrist com on the table.

It all snaps into place, the waves of quiet followed by laughter. The way the whole crew has been dropping by the table.

The bastards! They put a mic on you for some entertainment. Well if they want entertainment, they’ll get it.

——-

Yondu watches the tall Xandarian settle into the barstool next to you. There’s now a group of twenty or so of the crew listening to you rip into men.

“You came in with that group of Ravagers didn’t you?”

Your voice comes across somewhat softer than normal

“Yes I did”

“What’s your name doll-face”

“Here it comes” whispers Tulk

“Y/N, and what’s yours handsome?”

The table grows silent. You weren’t supposed to be nice to the guy!

“I’m Endar. I’ve got to say gorgeous, I can’t believe you came in with that lot. They’re disgusting. You deserve something so much better”

“Oh?” You tease “What’s better? That lot picked me up and I haven’t seen much else besides”

“That’s a damn shame, you could come back with me. I’m an important person on Xandar and as such can take care of you in the way you deserve. We Xandarians do our best to outlaw scum like those Ravagers. Dirty, disgusting trash.” He leans back and looks you up and down “Let me buy you a drink and show you how a real man treats a woman like you”

The man caught the bartenders eye and ordered two of the top shelf liquor. Yondu heard you giggle and starts to get up. He wasn’t sure if he was going to throttle you or punch the guy but something was going to happen.

“Well buddy that was fun, but you should probably get a move on” your voice cracks out of the intercom “thanks for helping me fuck with the crew a bit but I’d rather stick with my Ravenger trash than an arrogant asshole like yourself….who really can’t be that important if he’s sitting in a place like this. Bye”

“What?! You don’t mean that. I just spent credits on these drinks!”

Yondu watches as the man places a hand on your thigh.

“Get your fucking clammy hand off me. Those jackals I call my crew put a mic on me for shits and giggles and just heard everything you had to say about them. I’d get the hell out of here before one of them comes over for a chat” you say as you turn back to your drink.

Yondu watches as the man flushes with anger, reaching his hand back as if he’s going to hit you. His gaze meets Yondu’s and Yondu sneers. The Xandarian pales and quickly exits the bar.

——-

You grab both glasss of the expensive liquor and throw a wink at the bartender. She rolls her eyes and smiles at you.

Sauntering over to the table with your crew you give them a feral smile.

“Having fun boys? I’m SO glad I could be tonight’s entertainment”

They at least have the dignity to look slightly embarrassed. Well everyone except Yondu, he just looks pissed.

You slap the drink and the mic in front of him and look down.

“You know I had to when I realized what you jerks were doing”

“Yeah and now half the bar is pissed as hell at ya. Yer stayin’ right here where I can keep an eye on ya. I knew you’d be fuckin’ trouble with that mouth of yers” he mutters.

You laugh, roll your eyes, and turn to head back to your seat at the bar.

You don’t make it one step before a large hand grabs the back of your leathers and pulls you down. A surprised yelp escapes your mouth and you almost drop your drink. You ass slides on to something warm and firm.

It’s a thigh. It’s Yondu’s thigh. He has pulled you into his lap. Shit.

Hand still tight on your leathers Yondu leans over to hiss in your ear “I told you to sit yer ass down. Yur gonna stay right here where I don’t have tah worry about you causin’ more trouble. I need these boys to relax, not get in a fight cuz you can’t control that fuckin’ mouth of yours”

You’re frozen. Yondu’s thigh is warm and oh so firm. The graze of his fingers against your back, barely touching skin, leaves little pinpoints of heat. You’re barely aware the crew is laughing at you being reprimanded like a child, it’s just static in the background.

Fuck fuck fuck is racing through your head. You feel heat flush your core as he shifts beneath you. All you can focus on is the warm man beneath you. This is bad.

Yondu relaxes as you freeze. He’s thinking that maybe a little humiliation will shut you up for a bit and goes back to chatting with the crew. He allows himself a brief smile, it’s not bad having that excellent ass pressed into his thigh as a bonus. You’re finally quiet, very quiet.

Too quiet he realizes after a few minutes. Normally you’d be talking trash with the best of the crew, but you’re still and silent on his lap.

Not completely still, he realizes you’re shaking. Just a slight tremor that no one can see, but he can feel it where the tips of his fingers rest against the skin of your lower back. Are you afraid of him? But out of the corner of his eye he can see a slight blush rising in your cheeks. That’s new.

You’re trying to calm yourself down. Drink. That’s right there’s a drink in front of you. A drink could help.

Or it could make this ache at the apex your legs worse.

Whatever, it’s a distraction.

Yondu sees you clench your fingers around your glass and raise it to your lips. Taking a big swig, you go to set the glass back down.

He traces a small line against the exposed skin of your lower back with his index finger.

He watches as the drink shakes slightly and you slam it down faster than intended.

He hears your sharp intake of breath.

He moves his finger again.

Did he just hear you moan slightly?

Oh shit why did he do that. The movements of his fingers along your lower back is sending heat directly to your core. Every time his fingers trace your skin you have to stop yourself from leaning into his touch.

Keeping half an ear on the crew’s conversation Yondu continued his slow experimentation . Every movement of his hand causes your breath to hitch and the blush to deepen in your cheeks. Slowly he slipped his fingertips lower, connecting with the waistband of your underwear watching your reactions out of the corner of his eye.

When his fingertips dip lower you can’t help yourself. It might still be a mistake, but with the alcohol in your system you are too turned on to care. You part your lips and briefly close your eyes, enjoying the sensation. Your mind was racing and you lean into his touch ever so slightly, praying he doesn’t notice.

Yondu smirks, his jagged teeth flashing in the dim light as he feels your weight shift. He runs his tongue across the gold caps and decides to push it a little further. There was a fight breaking out, two drunks decided they wanted the same bot and the crews attention was on them.

You feel warm breath on your ear and that insanely sexy rough voice whispered

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think yer gettin’ all hot and bothered sittin’ here in mah lap sugar”

Panic shoots through you, and you tense to get up. No clever quip or excuse comes to mind.

“Fuck. Captain I’m sorr-“

Yondu grips your leathers tighter and pulls you firmly into him.

“Don’t apologize doll, I’m enjoying myself. I’m gonna sit here and play with you for a bit cuz it’s keepin’ that fuckin’ mouth quiet.” He growls “And later I’m thinkin’ I’ll take ya back and enjoy myself some more” he chuckles darkly.

Your sharp intake of breath was all he needed to hear.

——-

You’d been sitting at the table for almost an hour. As people come and go from the table you’re slowly pushed closer and closer to the center of the semicircular booth until Yondu is in the middle with you straddling his leg for balance. Crew of all shapes and sizes stops by the joke, talk, or simply suck up the the captain.

As soon as you’re squeezed into the booth where no one can see his movements, Yondu’s hand snakes around your hip and begins stroking up and down your thigh. It becomes a game for him, the nastier your language gets the further up his hand goes.

You’re just trying to get through this drink. Focusing on berating the crew is helping you ignore the deep need growing between your legs, despite Yondu’s hand trailing lines of white hot fire that you swear you can feel through your leathers.

Tulk makes a comment about your taste in men, or maybe lack there of, and your eyes flash. You lean forward and open your mouth to respond with something especially vulgar when Yondu runs a knuckle directly up your center.

Even through the layers of leather and cotton your entire body jolts and the retort dies on your lips. Tulk give you an odd look but is distracted by Kraglin knocking over his beer.

You don’t even notice.

You can feel your face flush and a new wave of warmth radiate out from your core. Fucking hell, you think, I’m really getting wet sitting in a bar surrounded by these gremlins.

“Not Fucking fair” you hiss at Yondu

He just smirks and rubs harder, switching to using his thumb.

You can’t focus, trying to hold back the deep wave of pleasure rising higher with each stroke.

“I told ya to behave sugar, and if ya ain’t gonna listen to words this seems to work just fine”

He grins wider and in a lower voice rasps “Ya know, from the way yer actin’ I bet you could cum right now, sitting here in front a’ all these ‘jackals.’ Wouldn’t want that now would ya doll.”

You snap your mouth and legs shut, trapping his hand between your thighs. He chuckles and removes his hand, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

That sigh quickly becomes a yelp of surprise when he slides his hand down the front of your leathers, past your underwear, and runs a thick finger between your folds.

“Ohhh. Fuck” you gasp out, your legs falling back open as your body reacts to his touch. His finger slides along your slit and you can both feel what a mess you are downstairs from his teasing.

“Fuck you’re wet” he growls. Your eyes open in alarm and he chuckles.

“Don’t worry darlin’ no one’s looking this way at tha moment” he whispers “I just wanna taste.”

He slowly withdraws his finger completely, bringing it back up to the table, and stirs his drink with the digit already dripping from your sex.

You can only stare with your mouth wide open and he gives you a crooked, cocky smile, and drains his glass.

“Sweetest drink I’ve ever had here” he laughs.

You can’t help it, it’s too fucking hot. Licking your lips you sway slightly, grinding down onto his muscular thigh.

——-

Kraglin sees you sway, eyes slightly closed, and comes to the (blessedly) wrong conclusion.

“Easy there, Y/N, I think ya’ve had enough. I can git ya back to tha ship” he slurs, standing up and listing slightly.

“It’s fine boy, a gotta’ get some work done anyways” Yondu smoothly interjects. “If ya hooligans would move outta tha way I’ll git her back.”

There’s a confused shuffle of inebriated bodies and then Yondu is gripping your upper arm and walking you out of the bar. Brothel. Whatever.

The cold air outside the door hits your lungs in a rush and clears your head a bit. You glance at the powerful man striding next to you, still holding tightly to you. Your cheeks flush with a mix of emotions, embarrassment, apprehension, and a healthy dose of lust.

“Sir” you say “I can damn well walk on my own” stumbling a little as he pulls you along.

“Nah uh girlie, I ain’t lettin ya go until you’re back on mah ship. Too many of those fuckers you pissed off sneakin’ around here” His tone is businesslike and clipped.

“You could slow down a little, it’s not like I’m going to run off” you snap back.

Yondu stops and turns you to face him. His eyes rove up and down your figure intently, lingering on your cleavage before meeting your eyes. You blush under the scrutiny, looking down.

“Heh, I wasn’t sure ya could do that”

“What?” You reply looking up in confusion.

“Blush” he replies “it’s adorable. Much better than ya spittin’ venom at some poor bastard”

“Hey now-“ you start, temper rising again.

“There it is” he growls and to your surprise grabs your hips and slings your body over one broad shoulder.

Christ he’s strong, you think. Heat slams back into your core as you realize all those nights alone with him in the hangar, working on the Y-ship….he could have done anything he wanted. You swallow hard and keep mercifully quiet for the rest of the walk back to the ship.

——-

Yondu doesn’t set you down until you’re in front of his cabin door. You stumble a bit from the change in view and before you can form a conscious thought he’s pushed you against the wall and his mouth is on yours. You gasp and he snakes his tongue inside, kissing you hot and heavy. You wind your arms around his neck and hold tighter. Teeth and tongues crash together as his hands roam every part of you. Squeezing your breasts, sliding down across your stomach, past your hips, cupping your ass, you have to break away panting. He wastes no time, bending his head to nibble at the joint where your neck meets your shoulder.

You moan breathlessly, head falling back against the cool metal of the ship. He slowly raises his head, removes his hands from your ass, and pushes back slightly panting.

“Do ya want this?” He rasps, his eyes clouded with lust.

It takes a minute to register his words, your entire body tingling from the loss of sensation.

“Please” you whisper.

“Please what” as he runs his tongue over his jagged teeth.

“Please fuck me Captain” you whine, and flush at how needy your voice sounds.

That damn cocky grin spreads across his face as he keys the pin for his door and pushes you inside.

——-

The room is simple. A large bed covered in furs dominates the center of the room, a small bar in the corner, another corner with a desk and screens to monitor the ship, and the wall across from the bed completely open to the night sky. You gasp as Yondu picks you up and places you on the bed, facing the large viewing port and space outside.

He turns to the bar cart and mixes two drinks as you take in the stars spread out before you.

Walking in front of the window, he hands you your drink, and steps back to lean against the edge of it.

You’re suddenly unsure. He was hot and heavy just outside his room, and now he is….standing there. He just stares at you sipping his drink, eyes glowing. Nervously you raise your glass to your lips.

“…strip”

You sputter around a mouthful of the liquor “what?”

“I said STRIP. I’ve been waitin’ over a month ta see what’s under those damn leathers, ain’t gonna’ wait much longer” he growls, fingers tightening on his glass.

“oh…ok” you stutter, silently swearing at yourself for the nerves. He seems distant and you’re not sure where this is headed now. You bend down to remove your boots, kicking them off the edge of the bed. They’re followed by your socks and leathers.

You kneel on the bed, dressed in your white tank top and underwear. Fingering the bottom shirt you glance up at him. His eyes are fixed on your body, pupils blown out so only a thin ring of color surrounds them. The implant glows briefly as small sparks shoot through it.

Fuck it, you wanted this and rip off the tank top. Keeping eye contact you slowly unclasp your bra and pull it down, arching your back to give him the best possible view of your chest.

Well that got a reaction you think to yourself with a smirk. As soon as your breasts came free he groans, moving his hand to his crotch to adjust himself. His eyes roam over your body, drinking in the sight of you naked, aside from your skimpy thong, kneeling on his bed.

With one last swallow you down your drink and place it on the table next to the bed. Might as well give the man a show you chuckle to yourself. Turning around you rest your face and chest on the bed, providing him with the best view of your ass and the barely there piece of fabric covering your sex. Reaching back you slowly peel the soaked thong from your body, dragging it down your thighs.

There is a sharp intake of breath behind you and sudden movement. Two large hands grip your hips pulling you to the end of the bed and you moan in anticipation.

——-

You weren’t quite sure what to expect but it wasn’t this.

Yondu’s on his knees at the edge of the bed, hands gripping your ass, as he spreads your cheeks wide and takes a long slow lick.

Your breath explodes out of your lungs as you feel his tongue part your lips, moving from your clit to your entrance at a torturous pace. After the first pass he dips in again…and again….and again taking time to probe every nook and cranny. He probes his tongue deep into your entrance while you buck your hips and moan his name.

“Ohh. Oh fuck. FUCK Yondu”

Yondu groans deeply. He’s never tasted a woman this good. It should be illegal to taste and smell like this. Listening to you swear around his name just adds more fuel to the erection pressing painfully against his leathers.

“Fucking hell” he growls, reaching one hand down to unzip his pants for some relief.

Leaning back for a breath he watches your ass twitch slightly as you pant into his blankets. I gotta see those tits move, he thinks as moves his hands back up to your hips and flips you.

Your eyes widen slightly in shock, still not used to anyone being able to manhandle your 5’10” frame. You see Yondu’s pants open with his erection stretching tight against his boxers. He looks down and shrugs “it got tight.”

“Maybe I can help” you tease

“Not quite yet sugar, I wanna taste a bit more” as he bends his head and resumes his explorations. He notices a tight bundle of swollen flesh at the apex of your sex and runs his tongue over it. Your reaction is electric, arching your back off the bed and gripping his implant.

“Hooooly shit, ohhh fucking hell” you gasp.

Yondu grins and assaults the newfound pressure point. Soon he’s got you writhing and shaking, one strong arm firmly anchoring your hips to the bed as he devours you.

“Ya gonna cum sugar?” he rasps around his mouthful.

“Oh my fucking god..yes…..please….god yes Yondu”

“Good” he mumbles and increases the speed of his tongue. His eyes are glued upwards watching your chest arch and shake and you near your climax.

Your orgasm hits hard, gripping the furs as a long guttural moan rips out of your throat. Yondu continues licking your dripping wet entrance as your thighs shake until you push his head away, panting.

Dazed, you raise your head to look at him and he smirks back as he wipes his beard.

“Damn darlin’ I was gonna’ be mean to ya but ya just tasted so sweet.”

“Fuck you” you groan, letting your head fall back into the pillows.

“That mouth ah yurs is still just as wicked as ever though” he frowns.

You sit up and reach for his erection, slowly massaging it as you pull his boxers down.

“oh captain, you have no idea”

——-

Yodu’s hands are fisted in your hair as he grunts and curses above you, snapping his hips hard to pump his cock deep into your throat. You moan around his length as he presses in, choking and gasping as he pulls out. Tears stream down your cheeks and saliva drips out of your mouth to coat him from base to tip, leaving trails on his leather pants. You hadn’t given him a chance to get his clothes all the way off yet.

You’re kneeling on the floor in front of him, one hand splayed on his hip for balance while the other strokes his balls.

Blue balls you think in the back of your mind, and giggle as best you can. He pulls his length out and you take a deep gasping breath before running your lips along his shaft. To your delight his cock is bigger than you’ve seen and lined with firm ridges that caught your lips as he pumped in and out. It’s blue, fading darker towards the tip, and you had whimpered in anticipation at his size.

He takes a few deep breaths and pulls your hair so you look up at him. He sneers, lips pulling back slightly over his jagged teeth.

“It’s nice ta know that mean little mouth of yours is good for somethin’ besides cussin’” as he breaks into a smirk.

“Git yer ass back in bed, I ain’t done yet darlin’”

——

Laying back in his bed you shiver slightly as you watch him strip off his leathers. The duster goes first, followed by the jacket and shirt. His chest is covered in scars, broad and solidly muscled. Your fingers twitch, aching to run your hands across it.

Yondu looks down at you as he kicks his boots off, naked and spread across his bed. Fuck, he thinks, she’s like nothing else I’ve ever had. Drop dead gorgeous, mean as hell, and almost like she’s made for pleasure. Are all Terrans this way? Finally pulling his pants and boxers down he climbs into bed and covers your mouth with his. She’s gonna be MINE he thinks as you moan softly into his mouth.

Yondu’s hands are everywhere, roaming over your skin. He dips his head and licks a white hot strip between your breasts before attaching his mouth to your collarbone and sucking . He bites down hard and you feel stinging pain as his teeth break skin slightly.

“Shit Yondu! People can see that there!”

“That’s tha point sugar” he growls as he refocuses his attention to your chest. His teeth scrape gently against your nipple as his tongue teases it hard and aching. His hand mirrors his mouth at your other breast while you moan underneath him. His rough callouses scratch your skin you feel new wetness spreading between your legs.

Leaning back Yondu uses his knees to keep your legs open and he pulls you flush with his groin. You gasp as you feel the tip of his cock run through your folds. A moan is pulled out of you as he lines up with your entrance and pushes in deep with one firm, smooth stroke. He stops for a second, breathing heavily, allowing you a moment to adjust to his size before starting to rock his hips.

You’ve never felt so full. The slight burning pain as he entered you reminded you how long it’s been since you’ve done this…and how badly you need it. When he starts moving his hips you throw your head back, lost in the sensation.

“Yondu..oh…..ohhh fuck Yondu”

He smirks “you like that doll? You like this big blue cock filling you up?”

Shit. The filthy language in his deep rasping voice added another layer to your growing orgasm. Eyes closed, all you could do was nod as you arched your back off the furs slightly. He felt incredible. The ridges along his length massage your walls like nothing you’ve ever experienced and you whimper with each stroke. Your second orgasm is building already and your legs start to shake.

Yondu looks down at your flushed body, watching his cock move in and out of your slick sex. He reaches down to fondle a nipple before hoisting your legs over his shoulders. He holds you there, fucking you slow and deep, while you writhe and fist the furs around you.

“Open your eyes sugar, I wanna see ya cum”

The change in position allows him to reach deeper inside you, brushing his ridges against your sweet spot. At his words you open your eyes and manage to prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him fuck you. He begins to move faster, his hips smacking your ass harder, and you groan deeply. His small smirk stretches to become a smug grin as he feels your body begin to twitch. The noise of your hips colliding becomes wetter and wetter, echoing lewdly around the room. He licks his thumb and reaches down to roughly rub your clit.

“Ohhhhh FUCK. Fuck Yondu I’m gonna cum. Fuuuuuck”

“Atta girl, cum on my cock” he growls, watching you intently, and increasing the pressure of his thumb.

At his words your entire body clenches and your orgasm hits in a rush. Your back arches even higher as you gasp his name over and over. Twitching and moaning you ride the high until it subsides and you lay back panting. After a couple seconds your brain function slowly returns and you realize he’s not moving. He’s still seated inside of you, his eyes slightly wider than normal, gripping your calves with enough force to hurt.

“What the fuck, ow” you pant

“What tha hell was that?!” He gasps, little tremors running through his body.

“What was what?” Genuinely confused

He looks down at his cock, still feeling the aftershocks of your sex clenching and spasming around him.

“Whatever ya pussy just did. All the twitchn’ an’ clenchin’” he says through gritted teeth, barely holding his release back through the sensations.

“Oh” you reply “does that not happen…out here? It’s just…..I don’t know…….what happens” you manage to get out

“Fuckin’ hell Y/N, I swear ya Terrans were made for this!”

“For what?”

His cocky smile is firmly back in place as he releases your legs and looms over you “Fuckin’”

You blush deeply as his statement and try to think of a response. Before one comes to your orgasm addled mind he shifts back and pulls out slowly. His cock is still achingly hard and you whimper slightly at the loss.

“Now turn over baby girl, stick ya ass up. I wanna feel that again”

You’re still shaking but you move to comply with his request. Getting into position you feel his hands caress your ass, moving closer and closer to your center. In this position you can feel the slick down your thighs and you whimper again as the cooler air hits it.

“Fuck you are one gorgeous sight sugar. This ain’t gonna’ be gentle”

You moan loudly as his words, and attempt to lean back onto his waiting cock.

“Oh darlin’?” He asks “Ya want it rough?” He lets out a short bark of laughter. “That I can do.”

He grabs your hips and slams his length into you and you bite into the furs to keep from screaming. The new position stretches you in all the right places, his ridges hitting all the right angles. His hands grip your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he set a punishing pace. Despite everything you can feel another climax growing, every stroke pushing you closer and closer. More wetness drips from you, adding to the slick down your thighs and reaching up to his lower stomach.

“Ya one dirty little girl darlin’” Yondu grunts “Ya like bein’ used”

Your pussy clenches at his words and all you can do is moan. Your noises are getting louder and louder as you feel him chase his own release. He breathing becomes ragged above you and he fists a handful of your hair, arching you back.

“Filthy Terran” he growls as he pistons in and out “Takin’ this big blue cock so well”

It’s all too much, the sensations, his voice, the not-quite-painful pressure on your hair. You feel your sex clench around him again as you tip over the edge of an earthshattering orgasm. As the heat explodes in your core you bite your lower lip to keep from screaming, guttural moans tearing out of your throat.

Yondu fucks you through your climax until he too comes undone. Letting go of your hair he grabs both hips as you shudder around him, thrusting in deeper to milk every bit of his orgasm into you. He falls forward, forearms braced next to your twitching ass as he takes a few shuddering breaths.

“Shiiiiiiit that was good” he groans, sweat dripping off his chest to land on your back. As he comes down from his high he watches your shaking slowly subside and your breathing even out. After a minute he slowly pulls his softening shaft out and stumbles to the bathroom for a towel.

Laying ass up in the furs all you can do is moan softly as he pulls out and you hear water running. You feel his bulk settle back onto the bed and you squeak as you feel a warm rag begin to softly clean the mixture of sweat and cum off your thighs. You relax into the surprisingly gentle touch as he moves up to your sensitive and well used sex. Groaning slightly you open your legs to provide him better access and you’re rewarded with a deep chuckle.

When he finishes his ministrations he drops the rag and rolls into bed naked. You tense in surprise when his strong arms wrap around you and pull you into his chest.

“Guess I’m sleeping here”

“Gotta keep an eye on ya” he grunts, “can’t let tha crew know how much sweeter ya are with a cock in ya.”

“…..I’m not sweet” you mumble, already falling asleep

You don’t feel him press a soft kiss into the back of your head as he curls his arm tighter around you

[regrettablewritings]

Hey sweetie, it's always a treat when you open your inbox <3 I'd like to ask C, D, F and J for our lawyer boy Foggy Nelson. Thank you in advance!

Thank you very much, luvvy!

C (Communicate - what is their love language?): Just because he’s not going out every night in a skintight leather jumpsuit to beat up baddies, doesn’t mean that Foggy isn’t doing his part in the community. Foggy is an acts of service kind of guy and while he may not be as idealistic as Matt, he’s still often quite ready and willing to help. This becomes especially evident to you in your courting period, when he offers to help you fix up your craptastic, overpriced shoebox of an apartment. And not just by helping you move things: The man knows his way around some plumping and wiring. And the fact that he’s willing to do it for the price of a round of drinks at Rosie’s and at least $10 worth of 99-cent pizza? That’s how you know he’s already whipped for you.

He knows how rough it is out here and while he may not be rolling around in cash like what people expect of a lawyer, he never wants you to suffer and will do whatever he can to assure that you stay safely afloat and are taken care of. Even if that means he has to clean the dishes so that you don’t have to worry about them or pick up the clothes from the laundromat because you have to stay late at work.

Please appreciate what this man is readily doing for you. No, seriously, please: Words of affirmation is his love language. He knows cum laude from Columbia University, being fluent in Punjabi, and running his own law firm isn’t anything to sniff at, but he’s always felt somewhat secondary to the likes of Matt. After all, Matt was viewed as the more impressive one: Impressive in court, impressive in grades, impressive in terms of looks . . .

Foggy knows he’s not untalented or dumb, but he often worries that the world just views him as the goofball when standing next to Matt. So when you express to him that you have eyes only for him, that you adore him, that you think his butcher story is funny every time he tells it, that sometimes his smartness intimidates you?

The poor boy is a blushing mess, stammering, “W-well, er – I mean, Matt’s – ”

“I’m not dating Matt, Franklin,” you assert time and time again. That’s how he knows you’re serious: You call him by his actual name. “I’m dating you. And if Matt’s dating life is anything to go by, I believe that I have made the right choice here. Now shut up and let me adore you.”

You make a compelling argument. Proceed.

D (Devoted - how do they show they're serious?): It’s honestly a little hard to notice the progression that happens when Foggy decides he’d like to get serious with you. After all, he was already offering to help you around your place, offering you advice and such . . . But offering to help you do your taxes isn’t what most people would think of when they think romance. That being said, god, Foggy, stop being so sexy with that W2 –

It probably doesn’t really hit you until he enters phase two: Using “jokes” to test the waters. Just straight up corny nonsense such as, “I’m over here so often, I might as well live here” or “Okay, I’ve watered your windowsill plant . . . You think it recognizes me as its other parent? Am I plant daddy? . . . Am I daddy?” You’re starting to pick up what he’s dropping, but you can’t be sure if these are being dropped on purpose or just slipping out while he’s not minding his words.

But then . . . Phase three: Going to open house showings. Most places in New York had the audacity to only accept couples looking to buy, despite knowing damn well that most places in New York needed a family of nine with six of them working three jobs each to get buy. Interestingly, attending one of these sessions of snobbery was Foggy’s idea. He was even the one to coach you on what to do and how to act.

“Okay, we gotta sell this idea, alright? I’m talking, like, ‘young couple that is well-enough established despite being so young and just living in the moment until they inevitably unexpectedly get pregnant, realize they don’t want to raise their kid in the city, move to the suburbs, then move back to the city when the kid is on the cusp of puberty to help them sorta toughen up and reconnect with their urban rat roots – ’ ”

“Foggy, how much thought have you put into this?”

“I have a vision board hidden somewhere in my apartment, you just haven’t seen it yet,” he says as he takes your hand in his. You know his joking, but you’re also somewhat convinced. “Shall we?”

You weren’t not quite sure if you were playing the exact image Foggy directed you on, but you were certain you’re selling some kind of image, given how eager the realtor seemed to be. There were other couples, of course, but she seemed to hover around you and Foggy the most. Probably because Foggy was just better at banter than you were and knew his way around a conversation by trade. Or maybe it was because his hand barely left yours – and you didn’t mind that. Maybe it was helped by the fact that whenever he referred to you as “sweetie” or “babe”, you could feel a warmth in your cheeks that was never quite there all the other times someone else had called you either of those things.

Or perhaps it had something to do with the way he smiled at you whenever he glanced your way –

Oop. Yup. That was probably it.

You obviously don’t get the apartment. (“I mean, could you imagine the neighbors? We’re Hell’s Kitchen folk, they’ll wait until the garbage pickup is late and accuse us of bringing the property value down,” Foggy jokes after you both take your leave [pockets full of canapés richer, to boot].) But what you do get is a better understanding of what this relationship is probably headed towards. You can’t wait to see what happens next.

F (Flirty - how do they flirt?): Given that he doesn’t necessarily have the absolute highest opinion of himself, Foggy tends to lean into his skills to make himself more appealing to you. He knows it’s a little goofy, especially considering how the strapping handyman trope has taken a backseat to make way for the sexy CEO in a bespoke suit image, but it’s what he’s got. He wants to show you that he’s capable in various fields – a jack of many trades, so to speak. On top of that, though, he also tends to rely on his sense of humor. When he’s not stressing over a case or cracking down on his coworkers’ insane lives outside of the firm, Foggy is a pretty lighthearted person who’s ready to share his jokes just to make a person smile. And there’s no smile he wants to see more than your own.

He likes to regale you tales of his college years, or childhood stories where he was admittedly being a little turd but can easily laugh back on it now. He doesn’t necessarily mind it if you laugh with him so long as you still respect him. After all, he respects you plenty, as evidenced by how highly he speaks of you with other people. If your occupation or biggest interest is something that can be networked and includes a portfolio, he’s going to throw your name out there. During his relatively brief run with Hogarth, Chao & Benowitz there were surprisingly a few situations that could be interpreted as schmooze fests, and what sort of lawyer would he be if he couldn’t see an opportunity before him? Unlike most, however, Foggy was less prone to talking himself up for his own benefit and far more likely to be heard talking about his “extremely talented friend” and sharing your professional social media to encourage potential commissioners to seek out your work.

It may not be a direct form of flirting, but it counts because this man would praise you to your own Maker if he could. When it comes to talking with you directly, though . . . To be honest, you can’t exactly tell. They’re wrapped in light teasing, as though the compliments were a delicate lady and his tone served as a fancy coat for him to bundle her up in. They could easily be interpreted as a joke on your end but you can’t help but suspect that there’s intention beneath that smile, that twinkle in his eyes, hidden in that lilt.

“You can only use that pretty face of yours for so long, cupcake,” he might smirk when you pull off an impressive shot while playing pool.

“Oohh, it is evidently my birthday!” he would say, barely trying to hide that he was checking you out in your new outfit.

“C’mon, smart girl, put those brains to use; I wasted all mine in college!” is his encouragement during trivia night at Josie’s.

Foggy thinks the world of you. Truly, he does. But he never wants to put you in a position where you feel like you have to reciprocate. After all, he knows he’s not necessarily the most handsome or smart or brave or –

“Foggy, shut up and just kiss me,” you finally say one day. The winter coat is coming off.

J (Jealous - how jealous are they? How do they show it?):

Jealousy with Foggy is a bit of a weird one, in that how it presents depends a lot on how seriously you take his feelings. Because despite being a total catch at the end of the day, he still not without his own batch of insecurities. Whether he means to or not, he often finds himself comparing himself with Matt. And more often than not, those comparisons end with him being second fiddle to his own best friend. He doesn’t resent Matt for it, of course, but he also doesn’t exactly feel eager to view himself as such; who would?

And considering he already views you as The Greatest Damn thing since bodega bakeries, those thoughts don’t get much better. Because while he should be thinking, “Damn, I’m good; look who I managed to get!”, he sometimes falls into slumps where he thinks, “Damn, they could do so much better.” As a result of all this, Foggy’s instances of jealousy usually start off very quiet; almost like a somber puppy watching from afar. The person speaking to you is hella fine, he’ll admit, and they clearly know their way around a conversation like it’s a waltz. He doesn’t know anything about them besides perhaps their cool or auspicious occupation, but that’s really all Foggy may need before he starts to worry that maybe this person could provide better for you.

How it goes on from here can be dependent on whether or not you notice and what you decide to do about it. If you roll your eyes and dig your heals in and wind up instigating, purposefully laughing loudly at whatever (not actually funny) story your hot talking partner while placing a hand on their shoulder? If a later confrontation leads to you calling Foggy a big baby and demanding that he “man up”? He’s not above telling you to just leave and go hang out with your new boy toy or whatever. He doesn’t have time to delegate and debate; he’s not about to go all attorney on you, he just doesn’t have the patience for it.

But if you notice that he’s a little quiet during the interaction and feel like he could lighten up, it can make all the difference.

“Hey, babe,” you nudge him. “Tell them about . . .” One of his more popular jokes or stories. Or maybe a complex principle of ethics or school of thought that he had to learn during his years at Columbia. He quirks a brow, certain that nobody wants to hear it, but you insist. You clear that path for him to make his presence known to the “competition”: That he is smart, he is funny, and, most of all, he is your boyfriend.

He doesn’t feel as nervous anymore when his banter is met with genuine laughter. He doesn’t feel threatened when he feels your arm link with his, or your fingers entwine with his own. It’s amazing how quickly he can go from feeling like a soft puppy to a top dog when you’re so willing to give him the room for it.

 Thankyousomuchforyourpatiencemygod

[gingeraleluke]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘅𝗲𝗿 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sɪx

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: underground!boxer!vinnie hacker x fem!influencer!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: drinking can help you forget about your problems… but it can also create new ones.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: alcohol, partying, reader compares herself to another girl, swearing, angst if you squint maybe?? (yeah, no, there’s definitely angst), drunk!reader, ⚠︎︎ sexual assault (reader doesn’t give consent to touching)

𝗔/𝗡: hii!! i’m posting again bc why the fuck not? love u guys and hope you enjoy this one :) // also, listening to the song while reading definitely helps!

it’s time for the wehatekatie train to board! who is getting on with me!?🚂💨

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“you still have that phone case?” drake made eye contact with his sister through the rear view mirror and kept both of his hands steady on the leather steering wheel. y/n looked down to see her phone facedown in her lap. “yeah, so?”

“i don’t know, i just feel like you’ve had it forever is all..” they turned down a road and the car shifted their bodies to the left, her seatbelt keeping her in place. the day had been awful, scratch that, the two days had been awful. y/n promised to go with drake and katie to visit her family for their yearly reunion. she only agreed to staying for the day, but ended up sleeping in a guest room while drake and katie slept in her childhood bedroom. she wanted to leave, but drake kept guilting her into staying.

y/n hated katie, but she may have hated her family even more.

they were all obnoxiously fake, with their spray tans and bleach blonde hair, and would constantly give back handed compliments to her. katie’s little sister spent the whole night asking her why she’s single and why she doesn’t have a ‘real job’. katie’s dad is a priest but is far from anything pleasant. his eyes would always linger on y/n’s body a little longer than she’d like them too, and whenever they were in a room alone together, he’d always have some shitty dad jokes to tell her and god knows y/n couldn’t care less about faking a laugh to boost a white mans fragile ego.

so, yeah. she wanted nothing more than to just go home. she was exhausted and her arms hurt from the tight clothes that katie loaned her to sleep in. “what are those?” katie reached over, tapping y/n’s phone case with a long nail. her nails were way too long for y/n’s liking. they had different gems and designs on each nail and some were different shapes. y/n could only imagine how much of drakes money she used to get those done.

“what are what?”

“the things on your phonecase!”

is she for real?

this bitch has never seen a ladybug before, oh my fucking god, she needs to touch grass.

“umm… it’s a ladybug? i haven’t seen many recently… i hope nothing bad happens.” she frowned.

“oh, aren’t those the ones that turn into butterflies?”

WHAT DID SHE SAY?

she tried her best not to laugh. the way katie was so marveled about a simple insect was amusing. she knew katie wasn’t the smartest, but surely she couldn’t be serious, right?

“no? those are caterpillars..”

“oh, yeah! right!” she kept tapping on y/n’s phone case, catching her attention. katie looked down to see her looking at her nails. “oh, my nails? yeah, they’re cute right?” she smiled looking at her nails before looking back at y/n’s hand. “don’t worry, i can’t take you to get your nails done.”

she looked down at her nails that zach had painted for her. they were different colors on each nail and were pastel tones. it was natural and cute, light layers of a glossy pigment. “what’s wrong with my nails?”

“oh, nothing! it’s just… ya know!”

i’m gonna kill her.

y/n looked at her brother through the mirror. he had on sunglasses and a beanie with a matching pink jumpsuit. he could tell she was annoyed.

“anyways..” drake cleared his throat, “we have to get get the letters for romans party.”

“wait, but we always get the same letter. the one our name starts with?”

“yeah, but he decided to switch it up this year, so we have to go grab them out of a hat and whichever letter you get is yours. no doubles either.”

“thank god! i’m so sick of the same letter every year, i’m running out of ideas.”

“oooh! am i invited?” katie squealed, leaning forwards so her bra was almost completely visible.

“of course you are, baby!”

i’m gonna gag.

every year, the gym would throw roman a birthday party. he decided that it would be more fun for everyone if it was a costume party, so it had become a tradition to dress up for romans birthday. usually they would have to dress up as something the first letter of their name, but after a few years, they needed a change. this was going to be the first year where they pick them out of a hat and y/n was excited.

although she couldn’t stand roman, she never really had any problems with his parties. when they were alone, she hated him, but with other people, he was bearable.

“drake, can you drop me off so i can get changed?”

“yeah, sure. i want to get some coffee too, so i’ll stop by then.”

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“okay, so, hypothetically… if i was to fuck romans sister, do you think that he would beat me up like he beat blue or…?” ru couldn’t keep himself from laughing at his not-very-honorable words.

the room was garrulous, people chatting over one another and y/n hated it. she could feel another headache coming along at all of the boys’ noise.

“ew, guys- can we please just get this over with?” she groaned, holding a hand up to the side of her head. katie placed her hand on y/n’s shoulder, sinking into her leather jacket, making her want to cringe.

“yeah, guys. leave my bestie alone, we had a big day yesterday!”

y/n hated the way katie would talk about her. she acted as if they were best friends, like she wasn’t using her to slowly break her brother apart. it seemed that everyone, but katie, knew that it was fake.

roman walked up to her, shirtless and wearing flip flops. he had a hat in his hand and ru was walking with him. hackers group was there as well.

“what are they doing here?” y/n asked her brother.

“roman’s birthday is the same day as ru so they are both sharing the party.”

his expression seemed serious, yet not disappointed. she was expecting him to be pissed off at the idea and was shocked that he wasn’t. thankfully, that meant less drama for her.

she felt her eyes swarm the small crowd of people, looking for a certain brown eyed boy. she wanted to ask someone if vinnie would be at the party, but she knew it would look suspicious. she tried to keep an unbreakable composure as roman passed the hat around to people after pulling the letter H.

“looking for vinnie?” ru whispered to her. she felt a chill go down her spine and she looked up at him with terror written on her face.

“he likes you, ya know.”

“what makes you think that?” she questioned, feeling her stomach drop. ru leaned down and spoke softly into her ear.

“i mean, think about it.. those guys that were bothering you? the ones that always catcall girls?”

“how do you know about that?”

“i was downstairs with you when you were talking about it.. i was standing on the steps so you couldn’t see me, but i heard you tell vinnie. it doesn’t matter, okay, just- have you seen those guys lately?”

y/n stayed quiet, thinking. “exactly.. why do you think that is?” and with that, ru walked away.

he was right.

y/n hadn’t been bothered by those men ever since vinnie saw her crying over it. she couldn’t help but wonder what vinnie might have done or said to them.

“flloyd! your turn.”

the blonde smiled, shifting all of his weight onto one leg while digging through the cards in the hat. he pulled out a piece of paper.

“i got… M.”

“m for misogynist!” roman cheered.

“why is that the first word you thought of?” y/n asked, looking over at the brunette.

“i don’t know, anyways! you go next since you keep bitching.” roman muttered. she sent death stares his way before pulling out a sheet of paper with the letter A on it.

“i got A for asshole, so i guess i’ll have to dress up as you!” ru laughed at her comeback before roman rolled his eyes and continued down the line.

y/n made sure to pull three cards for mo and the gays. they always come to romans birthday and always are y/n’s date.

she pulled a B for mo, K for quinn, and L for zach.

minutes passed and almost everyone pulled a letter already. the boy y/n’s heart longed to see was still absent, her eyes scanning the entrance of the room every so often to check.

then finally, she heard it. although, after seeing what she saw, she wished she had never came there in the first place.

the door opened and a very obviously zonked vinnie came walking in. that wasn’t the part that made y/n sick, though. it was the tall brunette with tattoos walking with him, that made her sick.

her face was sunken in an elegant way and her brows were fluffy and in place. she had wavy brown hair and deep eyes like vinnie. she wore less makeup than y/n did and intimidated the girl more than she’d like to admit. she was covered in tattoos, but somehow still seemed approachable. she wore a short lace dress with black boots, obviously as high as vinnie was. she had her hand on his shoulder and was laughing with him at something.

“there he is!” ru exclaimed, vinnie walking over and hugging him. he had a snapback on his head and a grey sweatshirt on, chains danced on his neck.

“sorry, we-“ he cut himself off giggling, making the brunette giggle too. “we were a little busy.”

“alright well, come pick one. is hazel picking?”

so that’s hazel?

fuck my life.

hazel looked over at vinnie, asking him a question with her eyes. “i dunno, babe? do you want to go?”

babe.

that word hit harder than y/n expected it to. she knew she would be jealous, but this was just cruel. she took in every interaction between the two, looking them up and down.

maybe they aren’t serious?

then she saw her boots. the same heels from the picture he posted. she was scared to breathe and felt like she lost control of her eyesight, like her eyes could just look wherever without her even realizing. her heartbeat was so loud that she was insecure they might hear it. every time she blinked, it stung, the faucet of her eyes being turned father than designed. she knew she wasn’t going to last long, and there was no way she was crying in front of vinnie again, forget about hazel.

y/n’s ears weren’t working correctly. everything was muffled, like she was underwater. that would explain how hard it was for her to breathe and the liquid threatening to leave her eyes. she felt katie’s arm still wrapped around her jacket, pulling her back to reality without meaning to. no one noticed how out of it y/n was, all too emerged into what letter the couple would get. she felt like a joke.

the only phrases she could make out were along the lines of vinnie pulling the letter V and hazel pulling the letter C. y/n couldn’t care less, she just wanted to get out of there. instead of leaving while she still could, y/n made the mistake of making eye contact with hazel.

“hi! i don’t think we’ve ever properly met before, but i’m hazel.” she reached her arm out, her tattoos on display. a rose etched into her hand and letters and numbers on her knuckles. y/n hesitated, reaching out and shaking her hand. “hi. i’m y/n..” she gave a very-obviously-fake smile.

“vinnie, how rude. why didn’t you introduce me to her? i thought i was the only girl here for a second!” she laughed, looking at the two who could barely make eye contact.

he shrugged nonchalantly before speaking with a venom so subtle, but y/n could hear it.

“not important.”

in this moment, y/n felt like her life was some kind of sick joke. katie’s body heat from being clung to her was suffocating and she had to get out of there before she passed out, or worse, started crying.

“excuse me.” the words left her mouth quietly, as if she had lost her voice. she wasn’t sure if anyone heard her but she didn’t care.

she ran outside to the parking lot and grabbed onto the knees of her jeans, she squatted to the floor and cried. hazel was everything she wanted to be. she was tan, fit, beautiful, and definitely more vinnies type.

y/n had to get it into her head that her and vinnie could just never be together. she sat there, sobs escaping deep from her chest, before it clicked.

he isn’t the one.

her whole mindset flipped at that thought. everything she cared about, she no longer did, including vinnie, and she did something she would never usually do; she called katie.

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katie was driving god knows where, and was sipping on an iced coffee while y/n sat in the passengers seat, drinking her heart out. she was at a point she had never experienced and never thought she would experience. normally, she’d rather drown than hang out with katie’s fake ass, but this y/n didn’t mind it, as long as she wasn’t alone, she was fine.

“are you sure this is the placement you want?”

“yes.” y/n burped, slamming the back of her head down on the car seat.

katie made a double take, “did you drink the whole thing already?” she reached over and snatched the bottle from her hands.

“well, duh!” y/n giggled, her leather jacket sat in her lap.

“i’m not sure this is a good idea, y/n.”

“i don’t fucking care, katie. now just drive.” she grabbed a pair of sunglasses she found on the floor of the car and placed them on her face, leaning the chair back as she waiting for them to arrive.

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“i want three daisies behind my ear, and i want it now.”y/n had always wanted a tattoo, and after seeing hazel, she just wanted one more. “well… i don’t know if it’s daisies or not- fuck, just.. three flower doodles behind my ear, like this.” she picked up his pen and began to draw on a napkin.

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“there, like these.” she pushed the napkin across the table to meet the man, who looked back up at her like she was crazy. katie was laughing like a madman at her drunken state, and not in a friendly way.

“are you drunk mam?” his hair was short and almost completely shaved, green ear gages big enough to fit your hand inside, and a snake tattoo laced around his neck.

y/n smiled, “yes, sir!”

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8:09 PM

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

new tweet from y/n

@ Y/N

i just got a tattoo… officially a bad bitch, who wants to link 😍🔥😍😍🔥. i am drunk send tweet.

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@ userone: UMM WHAT IS THIS 😭😭

@ usertwo: omg

@ moriahhh: ???

8:09 PM

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

y/n posted a new video!

11:14 PM

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

new tweet from y/n

@ Y/N

okay, wait- why did that tweet blow up so fast

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@ userone: umm… who gonna tell her? 🧍‍♀️

@ usertwo: please tell me ur okay

@ userthree: LMFAOO

11:16 PM

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

new tweet from y/n

@ Y/N

WAIT WHY AM I TRENDING?

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@ userone: bestie who is your boyfriend and why didn’t you tell us!? 🤣

@ usertwo: IM SO UNCOMFORTABLE RN

@ userthree: i feel so bad omg

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“i can’t believe you drank the whole bottle..” y/n zipped up the back of the girls dress as they talked.

“i can’t believe i got a tattoo! it’s cute though, right?”

katie smiled and nodded before grabbing her heels. y/n had been drunk enough to confess to katie that she’s been dealing with a heartbreak, which lead the girl to offer to take her out clubbing. she figured she had nothing better to do and the alcohol did her talking.

katie was designed driver of the night and told y/n to let loose and drink as much as she wanted. y/n had already drank a whole bottle of kamikaze by accident, which was an awful idea, and she wasn’t planning on drinking for the rest of the day, being fucked up enough. she got dressed up at her apartment with katie, picking out her most expensive dress and fixing her makeup. she had already posted a tiktok of her getting the tattoo done, but was too lazy to check what people were saying. the dress was backless and black with rinestones all over it, while katie wore a short navy blue dress.

they spent the night dancing and she would take small watered down shots every once in a while. as the night went on, she could feel herself sobering up and thoughts of everything came back. she momentarily forgot about vinnie and hazel, that was until she’d feel the stinging behind her ear from the tattoo she got. she had found herself pretending that katie wasn’t with her, just closing her eyes and feeling the music.

♫ 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 : 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙖

i left a note on my bedpost

said not to repeat yesterday’s mistakes

what i tend to do when it comes to you

i see only the good selective memory

she didn’t know why vinnie was still on her mind. she didn’t understand why she was filled with envy when she saw hazels hand on him. he wasn’t good for her, or at least that’s what it seemed like, but everytime she saw him, she would just pick apart the bad parts and leave the good. like when he comforted her and helped her when she was scared.

why can’t all of vinnie be like that? more importantly, why the fuck can’t i get over him?

the way you make me feel yeah

you got a hold on me

i’ve never met someone so different

oh here we go

she’d only ever dated freddie, and vinnie was nothing like him. she felt safe alone with him, but not with other people. it’s like he wears a mask whenever someone comes in the room, but takes it off for y/n. it was driving her crazy.

she had to stop thinking so romantically about him.

if she didn’t, it would eat her alive.

you’re part of me now

you’re part of me

so where you go i follow

y/n felt like vinnie had her on a leash. sometimes, she’d stray too far away and everything would be fine and dandy, and then all of a sudden, he’d reel her back in. she lost herself in the crowd.

i can’t remember to forget you

i keep forgetting i should let you go

but when you look at me the only memory

is us kissing in the moonlight

she found herself imagining what they could be if she wasn’t drakes brother. if he would be as sweet and caring as he was that day, every day if they were together. she knew it was wrong, romanticizing a guy she barely knew, but god, he had an effect on her.

she felt like she was on a pedestal, all the strangers around her lifting her up to the stars. she couldn’t feel anything as if she was high as a kite on a highly illegal substance, but the bizzare part was she wasn’t. it was just the music. the lighting. the feelings. the rush of everything, made her fly higher than she had ever felt before and she wasn’t scared to fall anymore.

the way he makes me feel

i’ve never seemed to act so stupid oh here we go

suddenly, it all stopped. her memory wiped of everything she just felt and so forth. it all became fuzzy, until she was in the bathroom, hours later, reapplying lipgloss. she came back down. she wasn’t drunk anymore, just a little tipsy. she took a picture of her dress and posted it on her instagram story.

i rob and i kill to keep him with me

i do anything for that boy

her phone was blowing up, notifications from what felt like every app she owned. her followers were boosting by the minute.

what the fuck is going on?

she opened twitter to see she was a trending topic. fear hit her like a bus. she couldn’t figure out why all of a sudden she would be the buzz on social media. something must of happened.

then she saw it.

a video of her, laughing with her eyes closed and a random guy touching on her ass and kissing her neck. she thought she was hallucinating, because she didn’t recall any of this ever happening.

“what the fuck is this?” she showed the phone to katie who was laughing.

“oh, yeah. you made a friend tonight.” she giggled.

“you let a stranger touch me while i was clearly drunk out of my mind?”

katie grimaced at her, closing her lipgloss.

“honey, you were literally begging him for it, what was i gonna do? say no?”

“yes! are you fucking kidding me? why would you even post that?” she yanked katie’s phone out of her hand, already opened to instagram, she deleted the story.

“i said no and you threatened to punch me! and um… duh! because it was funny. don’t fucking talk to me like that.” y/n slammed her phone back down on the bathroom sink.

“ill talk to you however i fucking want to. i cant fucking believe you let me go through that- i couldn’t give consent! you fucking posting a video of me being assaulted and you think it’s funny?”

“y/n-“

“no, okay, fuck you!” she ripped her heels off and ran out of the bathroom, making her way past all of the people until she made it outside. katie chased after her, wobbling in her heels. the sky was dark, cars were no where to be found.

“let me give you a ride.”

“no, i’ll walk.” she felt tears start to drip down her face. she couldn’t believe what people were thinking. she wanted to gain followers for her content, not a snuff video of a guy groping her.

“but,” she sighed, shaking her head. “it’s not safe and it’s starting to rain-“

“i dont fucking care, clearly i’m not safe when i’m with you, either!”

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the rain was calming, despite the state she found herself in. y/n walked barefoot down the street, her feet muddy and killing her. she looked like she had been mugged, bare toes hitting the rocky ground.

the walk to her place wasn’t long, only around 15 minutes, 20 if you’re barefoot. her dress was backless and she could feel the water and the wind hit her skin. she knew katie was a piece of shit, but never did she think she would let a man grab her like that, no matter how much she may have said it was okay.

she remembered it all. she told him that she wanted to dance with him, and let him grind on her. she remembered him feeling her up and kissing her neck, before leaving with a friend. she had fun with him and wanted him to touch her.

she just wished it didn’t happen while she was drunk.

he was a nice guy and gave her his phone number, but y/n remembered losing it and moving on to a group of gay guys. she remembered dancing with everyone, screaming random shit, and just having fun.

she didn’t care though. katie should have never let a guy near her when she was that drunk. that’s what pissed her off.

the thing y/n was the most concerned about, was that video. she pulled her phone out, raindrops hitting the screen. she tweeted quickly, to let everyone know she was okay.

@ Y/N

hi everyone. i’m okay, i just had a little bit of a crazy night. i’m sorry that you all had to see that video, and i just wanted you to know that i wasn’t hurt. i was drunk and flirty with a guy, but that was it. i’m more upset about it being broadcasted on the internet, than it actually happening to me. i’m sure he was drunk as much as i was.. hello to my new followers :)

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she saw her place through the fog in the streets. she had an awful day, but definitely had fun dancing and letting everything out. she wasn’t sure what would happen in the future, but she was sick of trying to change it.

she didn’t see any ladybugs on the walk home.

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underwater - Francisco Lachowski

Y/N x Francisco Lachowski Theme: Smutish, teasing, touching (not too explicit) the tension between you and Cisco gets tighter and tighter, and at a party, you finally confess your feelings to him x word count: 1960+

It’s been a while since you attended a house party, but when your good friend Rebecca invited you over, there was no chance that you’d not accept her invitation. Now, you’re standing at the kitchen counter, a glass of wine in one hand, and the other casually resting against the counter, staring into the crowded living room. Most of your friends are there, including one very special person, Francisco.

The two of you met a few years ago, both attending a similar party of a mutual friend, and you bonded with him right away. It didn’t take long for you to eventually fall for his charm, his outstandingly good looks, and the way he’d treat you like an actual princess. However, you were not sure, if he felt the same, so you never told him once. The only one who knows is Rebecca, who makes sure to try to encourage you to finally confess to him. “There you are, Y/N.” You hear someone approaching you from the left, and of course, it’s her. 

“Found me.” You say softly, taking another sip from the glass of wine. Enjoying the taste on your tongue, you turn towards Rebecca, who smiles widely. “What are you looking at?” She smirks, now standing right next to you, trying to pinpoint the exact location you’re staring at. “Ahh, I see.” She says, nodding slowly and you roll your eyes before you nudge her playfully. “Stop it, will you?” You hiss and turn your attention back to the living room, but your eyes are stuck at Cisco, who’s standing there, talking to a few other friends, a bottle of beer in his hands, casually looking like a model. 

Well, he knows how to perform like one, so there is no surprise in that. He’s wearing a dark blue shirt, a pair of dark blue pants, it could be some sort of jumpsuit combined with a Gucci belt and black, leather shoes. And his hair is nicely done as well, making him even hotter than he normally is. Just then, he turns his face towards the kitchen at right at you, as if knowing you’re watching him. With his eyes shining brightly, a smile spreads across his lips while he keeps on talking. Blushing heavily, you turn to Rebecca, who enjoys the sight of you, nearly swooning over him.

“Y/N. Tonight’s the night.” She says comfortingly, places a hand at your shoulder, and starts stroking your arm gently, once then twice, before her hand wanders to your back. “Hell no.” You shake your head and look down at your outfit. “Look at me, I cannot impress him today.” Sighing, you take a look at your white, fluffy blouse and your denim jeans. It really flatters all of your body, but still, you feel like it’s not sitting perfectly, and all of your thoughts are lingering on that.

“First of all,” Rebecca says in a serious tone. “You look gorgeous. You always do.” Blushing again, you pout. “Thank you, but I don’t know.” You say shyly, and steady your head against the palm of your hand. “Maybe next time.” Shrugging, you place the glass down and turn back to your friend, who’s eyeing you curiously. “I could work with that.” She says and hugs you. Embracing her, you give in to her, burying your head inside her shoulder. “Okay, enough pouting for a day.” Rebecca separates herself from you, smiling widely again. “Would you dance with me?” Flattered, you cannot help yourself but smile happily. 

“Of course.” You reply and take her hand. “I just need to catch some air, see you in five?” Rebecca nods. “See you in five.” Slowly, you take a step outside into the huge garden. It’s not even that cold this night, and you take a few steps closer towards the pool, a few other people standing all around you, smoking, drinking, dancing, simply enjoying themselves. You look down at the water, thinking deeply when you hear someone approaching you from behind. “Found you.” A man’s voice says coming from behind your back. Curiously, you turn around, spotting Francisco standing there, a coy smile hidden on his lips.

“Cisco?” You ask, a bit surprised. “Mind if I join you out here?” He says, running a hand through his hair before he takes another step closer towards you. “No, of course not.” You say, as you see Rebecca looking at the two of you from inside the house, giving you a comforting thumbs up. Trying not to alert him, you shake your head slightly, asking her if she told him to get outside, but she also shakes her head. “It’s a nice party.” He says, his voice sounding so smoothly, instantly sending shivers down your spine. 

“Rebecca knows how to throw a party.” You giggle, and the two of you walk along the edges of the pool. Francisco turns his head towards you and looks down at your outfit. “You look very good today.” He says, a shy little smile forming in the corners of his mouth. “Thank you.” You blush, having a closer look at his outfit now. “This looks so good on you too.” Pointing at his tight shirt, you enjoy how his body looks in it, how the muscles make the fabric tense immensely. “Oh, ha.” He chuckles, and strokes himself once, then twice. “I think it’s a little too tight, don’t you think?” 

At this point, you become aware of his very familiar scent, with the way he moves his head, and his shoulders, He must be aware of this, maybe unintentionally, but the smell of his fragrance starts tickling in your nostrils, Making it harder for you to stay focused, as you look even further down his body, across his stomach, his waist, down to his crotch and thighs. He looks insanely good, and t’s not only because you’re into him.

You shake your head in disbelief. “It fits perfectly, truly.” You say, and you see him blush a little as well. “Thanks, Y/N:” He says, his expression shifting slowly, into a more curious one, before he raises an eyebrow. Blinking a few times, you think about what to say, but nothing makes sense right now. “Always.” You say shyly and scratch your arm nervously. For a few seconds, the two of you just stand there, looking at each other, before he sighs lightly. “I have an idea.” He smirks playfully, and you’re instantly intrigued. “What?” You say, smiling softly. “We should get into the pool,” Francisco says, turning towards the water before he giggles again.

“What? Now?” You say, and follow his gaze into the pool, the water shining brightly underneath the night skies. “Yeah, that would be awesome.” He says, and before you can say any other word, he starts undressing. Starting with his shoes, his socks, and then, he unbuttons his shirt slowly, one button at a time. As soon, as you see his bare chest, you gasp under your breath, still watching him closely. “Cisco, it’s gonna be cold!” You protest, your eyes stuck at his well-formed chest, his navel, and his already hardened nipples. 

“That’s the fun part.” He chuckles, looking at you with a huge smile spread all over his face. And with that, he pulls his pants down, exposing his black Calvin Klein boxers. “You’re such an idiot.” You growl, but you fail to keep a straight face, instead, you cannot help yourself but chuckle nervously. “That’s me?” He spreads his arms, and shrugs, before he turns around, and jumps right into the pool. With a huge splash, catching the attention of everyone around you and in the house, he starts groaning loudly.

“Fuuuuck. It is cold.” He says, diving deep inside the pool, before resurfacing again, looking at you with a mischievous grin on his face. “Told you.” You shrug triumphantly and take a step away from the pool, in case he is trying something on you. “I guess you were right.” Cisco smiles, steadying himself against the edge of the pool, giving you another, mischievous look. “You coming?” He says loudly, and at first, you shake your head, disagreeing. But then he pouts, and looks at you with his best puppy dog impression, making it so hard for you tore sist. “Fine.” You roll your eyes again and start undressing as well.

He bites his lips as you step closer towards the pool, and without overthinking it too much, you jump into the pool too. Instantly, you feel the cold water surrounding all of you, with your whole skin shivering and tingling. You break through the surface, and let out a soft, breathless scream, making Cisco laugh underneath his breath. “Why did I do this?” You say, holding your arms in front of your chest, trying to steady yourself against your shaking body. However, with your hair in your face, you don’t see Francisco already approaching you, taking your hand. At first, you flinch, but then, you can see him. “I’ve got you.” He says, leading you away from the center of the pool. 

And then, you hear splashes all around you, as more and more people join you inside the cold water, everyone giggling, laughing, and some even screaming loudly. You wipe your hair out of your face and see Cisco standing right in front of you, and as your eyes meet his, he starts smiling softly. “Are you okay?” He says, placing a hand at your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine again. Even though, you’re not quite sure if it’s because of his hand touching your skin, or because of the freezing water.

Suddenly, a wave of confidence overcomes you, and you slowly regain your composure. “Cisco? I gotta tell you something.” You say, blushing once again. A little confused, he raises an eyebrow. “Of course.” He says softly, running his hand along your arm, his fingertips barely brushing over your skin. “I- I am really into you, and I was so scared to tell you, but I don’t want to hide it anymore.” You say quickly, nearly stumbling over your own words, as your lips keep shivering more and more. “Y/N.” He says, his whole body softening instantly. “I’m glad you told me.”

Unable to keep up eye contact, you look down at the water, ignoring everyone around you. “Because I feel the same.” He says, catching you off-guard. Blinking again, you look at his face, drops of water running down his cheeks, through his beard, and along his jawline, making his skin sparkle in the pale moonlight. “You...do?” You ask quietly, as he takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. Without saying another word, he leans into you, slowly, getting closer and closer.

The tension gets nearly unbearable, with a million different thoughts simultaneously running through your mind. But once his cold, but soft lips meet yours, every feeling gets washed away, by the sheer ecstasy that is this moment. Taking a deep breath, you take all of him in. The scent of his cologne, the sweet taste on your lips, and the feeling of finally being able to kiss him. You steady yourself against his firm chest, running your fingers across his wet skin, down his body, and to his abs, before you stay at his waist. 

On the other hand, he places a hand at your shoulder, running his thumb along your neck, to your back, and down your body as well. He lays his other hand at your cheek, as he separates himself from you, slowly, the feeling of his lips still lingering on yours. “I do,” Francisco says and smiles happily. Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you hug him tightly, and he embraces you immediately, the two of you giggling underneath your breaths.

[sapphirescripts]

Elvis & Austin!Elvis Ask Game

I was tagged by the beautiful @lindszeppelin to participate in this super fun ask game! Yay! It’s taken me a hot minute to get this post out because I haven't been super active on Tumblr as of late and for that, I’m dearly sorry. 

These questions were originally coined by @aconflagrationofmyown​ and here is the original post for anyone that wants to try it :)

When and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley? 

I can’t say there’s a definite moment where I was exposed to him. I had always known of him, but only the gravely misconstrued version. I knew that he wore sparkly flared jumpsuits, that a bunch of people impersonate him to this day, and that he sang Can’t Help Falling in Love. Honestly, I didn't know him at all, not like I do now, at least 

And what was your first impression? 

I didn't have much of an impression. I gleamed off of the impersonators saying “thank you, thank you very much” and thought it was sort of silly. I didn't understand the outfits or sideburns at all lol. 

Lace shirts or jumpsuits? 

NOW LISTEN... that is a difficult question to answer because the lace shirt and the jumpsuit are two completely different eras of EP. I have to say the lace shirt because every picture that comes to my mind is of him when he was young, smiley, and unrefined. I associate it with super happy EP so I choose that, but don't mistake me, y'all. I love me some jumpsuit Elvis. 

You can steal one of Elvis/Austin’s outfits, whats it going to be? 

Dude.... I don't even know. Okay, off the top of my head I thought of the all black attire Austin!Elvis wore during the Trouble performance. I feel like I could definitely rock that outfit with the red tie and some dark, smoky makeup. If we are going all out though, I wouldn’t mind wearing the iconic double leather of the 68 comeback special. 

C’mon, we know you’ve been watching/reading old interviews and random footage of the man, so what’s your favorite random Elvis quote?

This whole moment right here. First time I heard it, I laughed so hard that there were tears coming from my eyes. It’s the silliest joke, but I love it with all my heart. Plus, I think that EP’s answer was a really smart way to deflect the question (whether or not that was his intention)

Did you find Austin Butler’s lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips? (Be honest now)  

Yes, absolutely his lips are distracting. I don’t consciously watch them but some scenes you can’t help but admire the beauty that is Austin Butler. He’s a handsome man, indeed. 

What’s an aspect of Elvis’ character you wish more people appreciated?

The serious side of Elvis. I think that he is misconstrued as being a flamboyant sex symbol (which in many cases he was) that his actual personality gets lost in translation. I’ve read that he was reserved and loved having deep, intellectual conversations with others. Not to mention I have seen people report the well hidden loneliness that permeated him often. I think it’s sometimes forgotten that he’s human like the rest of us... and that saddens me. Also, his extremely giving heart for charity. 

You meet Col. Tom Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do?:  A. nothing, you’re a coward who doesn’t care about abused golden-hearted men B. you give the Colonel a stern telling off C. you encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract E. you slap a legal document against that fat suit and declare “Mrs. Claus is bringing you a lawsuit” F. you waste no time with formalities, it’s a letter opener to the juggler for that piece of trash

These answers are hilarious! I would choose C. I’d try to use my 5 years of therapy to explain to EP that he’s being manipulated by a narcissist and that his golden, giving heart needs to be rid of parasitic relationships. 

What was your favorite aspect/scene from the Elvis 2022 movie?

Other than the whole movie? Lols. I love a lot of scenes. The beginning where they show young Elvis’s spiritual awakening through the tent revival is my favorite. That scene is referenced throughout the movie, like it grounds EP to go back to his roots. The concept of flyin’ away is this beautifully heartbreaking dream and I both connect to and sympathize with. Plus, I’m a Christian so seeing little Elvis experience the Holy Spirit always gives me chills. 

You can choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become an Elvis fan, what is it going to be?

This is really difficult to answer because I feel like EP is misrepresented so much. I’d probably start with his music, ask what the person likes and play something of his along those lines. Then, I'd show some concert clips of him being silly and human. 

How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own -or theoretical- womb? (listen to the beast in ya, your feminism won’t serve you here)

I’m willing to give two or three. I have medical issues that limit me from popping out a ton of little humans so that’s my limit lols. 

Where are you hanging out with EP, his bedroom with the teddy bears, Club Handy, his private jet or Graceland?

I’m a wicked introvert so probably Graceland. I love tranquil time alone spent reading and cuddling. I'd love to just talk to him, or sit in silence while holding one another. (I'm so sappy omg). For fun though? Club Handy. I’d love to have a dirty dancing moment there. 

What is the peak Elvis era? warning, this says an awful lot about you…

All eras are peak Elvis era, let’s be real. But I have a mad crush on 60s Elvis. The early 60s all the way to the 68 comeback special and to 1970 is just... a lot to wrap my mind around. 

How long have you been an Austin Butler fan (be honest now, God is watching)

I wasn’t a fan, more of an admirer. I thought he was really cute in Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure and probably had a crush before that from his Disney appearances.  

What kind of Elvis chick are you? -a 1950’s prospective wife material that he’s already sampled, a 1960’s filmset fling or a Vegas torrid backstage affair?

I don't want to be anybody’s fling or affair, even the famed Elvis Presley himself. At the same time, I don’t want to be someone he’s merely sampled. However, if we are totally flinging my standards out the window, filmset fling because I feel it’d last longer than a Vegas affair.

Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now? Answer options: A. hell no, California can keep his sweet cheeks. B. hell yes, he’s practically been possessed by the soul of the King of the South  

Now listen, as a southerner I deeply approve of the respectful way that Austin portrayed the nuances of a southern accent. He’s welcome anytime to my part of the south!!  

Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm: angst, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, angsty fluff, angsty smut?…or is reading about Elvis Presley an acknowledged health hazard?

I gravitate toward plain fluff and angsty fluff. 

Spit or swallow for this man? (And if you don’t understand this question move right along)

If he wifed me up, swallow. I will not elaborate. 

Would Gladys approve of you? Take your above answer into consideration

I sure hope she would! I know she and EP had a close bond so I think I'd be more concerned with not wanting her to feel like I’m taking her son away from her. I’d try to find a balance between respect, boundaries, and love/care. I’d definitely bake her some really good food and sweets.  

Which of Elvis’ cars is your favorite?

I’m not well versed with his car collection so I’m afraid the default answer would be the pink Cadillac. However, as I’m scoping out pictures, I really like the Continental Mark II and the Stutz Blackhawk III (that one is so sexy omg).

What are your odds for besting this man at karate?

None. I don’t know any martial arts. That man would chop me in half in zero seconds flat (and he’s welcome to).

If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be?

I’d tell him that what he did, has done, and will do will last for generations. It’s impactful, he is impactful. I’d also tell him he’s not alone in his loneliness and that I’m sorry for all the loss he’s been through.

What’s a hobby or pastime of yours you wish you could share with Elvis/Austin!Elvis

Reading!! I’d love to curl up next to him and read a book together. Or, to have EP read to me as I nurse a tea and close my eyes to listen to his voice (bye I’m going to make this a fic)

What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heard it?

“There’s a lotta people sayin’ a lot of things, but in the end you gotta listen to yourself.”

What are your top 3 go-to Elvis songs?

STOP!! I cannot choose in good conscience because I haven’t heard an Elvis song I don’t love, granted I’m fairly new to being a fan of his. I’ll list the top three that I’ve been listening to lately:

It Feels So Right, Memories, and Baby What You Want Me To Do.

If you could spare him one tragedy what would it be?

I’m gonna join the bandwagon of everyone else here and say the death of Gladys. I think he would’ve been less burdened and emotionally damaged.

Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves?

No one can fill his shoes. He’s so unique and unlike anyone else. However, I am a fan of many kpop groups and when I see my favs in concert, I felt the same thrill that I felt when watching Elvis 2022 and real life Elvis content.

How did you react at the end of the movie when In the Ghetto started to play A. I got up and fixed a snack because I have no soul, B. I left feeling alarmingly horny, C. I was impressed but didn’t realize how affected I was until days later when it was still with me D. I cried buckets they had to bring in a mop E. I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet

I’m a mix of C nd E. I was so shocked and dazed from the movie that I couldn’t really process anything. I felt a heaviness in my heart from that ending for the following 3 days and couldn’t think of anything else, still can’t and it’s been like over a month. I’m in this for life #inachokeholdforelvis

If you’ve got a favorite gif or photo insert it here and bless us all

Literally he looks gorgeous 25/8 so I can’t really chose just one, but this Elvis has been living rent free in my mind ever since I saw it at the end of the movie. When I tell you my stomach sank to my toes!1!1!1!1

And with that, I tag these lovely people (ignore this I’d you’ve already been tagged or don’t wanna do it!) - @bcofl0ve @eliseinmemphis @powerofelvis @ash-omalley @dulcelibra @dawnmay @heartbrake-hotel @kawaiixriot @kaitaesupremacy @literally-just-elvis-fics @groovybabydoll

[2lekk]

The Elvis Ask Game

thanks for the tag babe @missmaywemeetagain

When and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley?

im not sure if this was actually my very first exposure or not but this the earliest memory i have lol idek if it really counts but when i first watched ‘forest gump’ & they were saying he got his moves from forest. & then after that i remember hearing about him through ‘full house’.

And what was your first impression?

i didn’t really think too much about him & it’s crazy bc i’m beyond obsessed now lol i never really dived into him or music until recently. i mean i always thought the way he danced was interesting LOL but yea all i knew about really was the basics, the dance moves, jumpsuits, the ‘King’ title, his connection to black culture & and his death. it’s insane bc i very recently found out that my mother was a HUGE elvis fan & i was so in shock bc she never played any of his music or mentioned him to me or around me. i was offended lmaoooo bc i could’ve been had him in my life😭

Lace shirts or jumpsuits?

this is a very hard question bc baby the lace shirts?!?! especially when he tied up the bottom & showed a lil stomach?!?! pls. he was eating the gworls up. but also the jumpsuits. the fucking jumpsuits. he really did his big one w those. the taste🤌🏾😘

You can steal one of Elvis/Austin’s outfits, what’s it going to be?

sheesh. idk. it may just HAVE to be the leather suit… or maybe the outfit with the hat & the pink jacket from the merchandise scene. knowing me, i’ll probably wish i chose a different one when i’m scrolling on my feed later😂

C’mon, we know you’ve been watching/reading old interviews and random footage of the man, so what’s your favorite random Elvis quote?

PLS it’s soooo many. i’ll list a few

-‘if you don’t come back (take 3)’ hes messing around singing then he goes “i go crazy at 4 o’clock, you people never seen me. they have to put me in a straitjacket”

-during the 68 comeback special singing ‘love me tender’ he changed the words & says “you have made my life a wreck- uh complete”

-during the 68 comeback special again, he’s telling the audience that the 2nd audience is coming in next and they get a little upset & he goes “i just work here”

-one i ALWAYS catch myself saying now “my boy my boy” my dad asked me other day where i got that from & when i started saying it😂😂

it’s a lot more but that’s just off the top of my head

Did you find Austin Butler’s lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips? (Be honest now)

of COURSE i did. him as a whole was a little distracting🤣🤣

What’s an aspect of Elvis’ character you wish more people appreciated?

how loving he was. that man gave & gave & gave until he died. i wish the ppl that were in his life appreciated that instead of taking advantage of it. i 100% believe if those ppl really appreciated him like they say now then he would still be alive. i’ll leave it at that before i start crying

You meet Col. Tom Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do?: A. nothing, you’re a coward who doesn’t care about abused golden-hearted men B. you give the Colonel a stern telling off C. you encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract E. you slap a legal document against that fat suit and declare “Mrs. Claus is bringing you a lawsuit” F. you waste no time with formalities, it’s a letter opener to the juggler for that piece of trash

this depends on what point in elvis career we’re talking about here. id say i’d let him be until 58ish. i say this bc i’m not gon lie, he gave elvis the start he needed but 58 is when king creole came out & that was the last movie role of his i took serious🥴 i of course enjoyed the ones after that but it’s not the serious drama he wanted. he was given all bs roles & he wasn’t performing & making music he really enjoyed. i feel like from then on is when colonel started blatantly playing in his face. anyways, to actually answer the question, B C & E

What was your favorite aspect/scene from the Elvis 2022 movie?

fave scenes hands down, the vegas rehearsal & the trouble performance. i love love love the music that baz had created for this, that man is genius & everything fell into place perfectly.

it’s so many mixes that were such a small part of the movie that it wasnt released that i love SO much.

-i want jimmy’s elvis impersonation of ‘how do you think i feel’.

-i want that slowed down version of ‘that’s all right’ that “big boy crudup” sang

-the slowed down version of ‘that’s all right’ from when colonel first heard elvis

-the slowed down CRAWFISH?!?! pls i need that

that’s just a few, i need EVERYthing

but i literally wouldn’t change a thing. the transitionsssss!!! so amazing. idk the movie was just so fucking perfect. i watched it over 20 times (over 10 in theatres)

You can choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become an Elvis fan, what is it going to be?

there is literally no way i can answer this & i refuse to stress myself out trying🤣🤣 the way my fave elvis song changes every week?! pls, i wouldn’t know WHAT to put on. i would have that person there alllll damn day trying to convince them

How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own -or theoretical- womb? (listen to the beast in ya, your feminism won’t serve you here)

pls. i will never have the desire to raise a child🤣 even if i did, im too selfish & would want him all to myself anyways lmaoo

Where are you hanging out with EP, his bedroom with the teddy bears, Club Handy, his private jet or Graceland?

graceland for sure, real personal. i would say the bedroom but the teddy bears would’ve been too much🤣 & i wouldn’t be the center of his attention at club handy LOL

What is the peak Elvis era? warning, this says an awful lot about you…

oh late 68- early 70 EASY. top TIER. i’ll stand on that forever.

How long have you been an Austin Butler fan (be honest now, God is watching)

i’ve known of him for a good minute but i wasn’t actually a fan or even paid him any actual attention until Elvis movie.

What kind of Elvis chick are you? -a 1950’s prospective wife material that he’s already sampled, a 1960’s filmset fling or a Vegas torrid backstage affair?

ummmm can i make up my own & say 60s wife?😂 idkkkk filmset fling maybe? LOL

Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now? Answer options: A. hell no, California can keep his sweet cheeks. B. hell yes, he’s practically been possessed by the soul of the King of the South

oh possessed for sure😂 that’s stuck w him for life now

Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm: angst, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, angsty fluff, angsty smut?…or is reading about Elvis Presley an acknowledged health hazard?

angsty smut & smutty fluff. easy picks LOL

Spit or swallow for this man? (And if you don’t understand this question move right along)

PLS im SWALLOWING. is that even a question???

Would Gladys approve of you? Take your above answer into consideration

i’m cracking up, gladys wouldve NEVER known that side of me. now me as an actual person? idk LOL but based off my love for her son? she would approve & love me 100%

Which of Elvis’ cars is your favorite?

i’m not a car perso bc n at all so the pink cady just bc it’s my fave color.

What are your odds for besting this man at karate?

oh pls. none. at all. it would’ve been over for me REAL quick

If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be?

oh wow. ummmm. to sum it up(not going in detail bc i’ll start crying LOL) i would just let him know exactly how loved he is & how he’s still changing lives of millions

What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heard it?

“let it all hang out EP, let it all hang out”

“been a long time baby”

i repeat a lot of them very randomly but those are just two

What are your top 3 go-to Elvis songs?

as i was saying earlier, the answer to this changes pretty often lol but rn these are the ones i’ve been throwing on first (don’t confuse this list w my all time fave songs lol)

‘after loving you (take 2)’

‘if you don’t come back’

‘just pretend (midnight show)’

If you could spare him one tragedy what would it be?

the death of his mother. no questions. i 100% believe SO much would’ve been avoided if she lived longer. elvis for SURE would’ve lived longer, can’t convince me any different.

Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves?

no. LOL sorry not sorry. it’s one elvis & nobody gives me the feeling he does. literally.

How did you react at the end of the movie when In the Ghetto started to play A. I got up and fixed a snack because I have no soul, B. I left feeling alarmingly horny, C. I was impressed but didn’t realize how affected I was until days later when it was still with me D. I cried buckets they had to bring in a mop E. I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet

D but at the same E? by the time in the ghetto comes on i’m still stuck & also upset that it’s over & instantly want to rewatch. i will quite literally never be the same after that movie. i can’t express enough how much it has affected my entire being. i never been so impacted in my life

This was much fun!! thanks again for tagging me to be apart of this @missmaywemeetagain

now idk who to tagggg. i’ll tag you friend @ooshhella hope you have as much fun as i did😁

[fallout-friends-react]

( clover mainly) fo3 companions buying/making them clean clothes??

I’m assuming you mean Lone getting them clean clothes not themselves lol

Butch: On a day like any other, walking the wastes, Lone stopped Butch for a moment. “Geez what is it this time?” He said in an annoyed voice, though they had only stopped once before. Lone scooted a medium sized box over to him. He knelt down, “this a prank or somethin?” Lone, smiling, just shook their head in response. Butch cautiously lifted the box lid, and was shocked to see its contents. Inside was a spotless, new, genuine leather jacket. “whoa whoa whoa, what’s this?” He didn’t mean to, but Butch was smiling. He lifted the jacket from the box and turned it around, “NO WAY!!!” He yelled. Lone laughed. On the back of the jacket was an embroidered patch of a snake with a mole rat caught in its mouth. Butch was practically jumping with excitement. Lone explained that he had mentioned that he didn’t want to be a tunnel snake anymore, but a new wasteland gang. Butch had long since forgotten about saying that, though. He quickly put the jacket on, adjusted it to his liking, and turned his back to Lone. “Pretty slick eh?” He had the biggest grin on his face. “The tunnel snakes are no more! Now we’re the… the uh… killer… snakes..? Okay that one’s gonna need some work.” 

Clover: Clover had long since gotten used to wearing dirty and grungy, often ripped, clothes. In all the years she was with Eulogy, he never once gave her anything new or nice. She had come to accept that’s just the way he treated her, or how she deserved to be treated. Not long after Lone had taken Clover under their wing, Lone had a little surprise for her. They called out to her, “Yeeess, lover?” she said in an almost sing-song voice. When she turned around, Lone was holding out a box to her. Clover gave them a quizzical look, but didn’t ask any questions, and took the box. “Ooo what’s this?” She quickly ripped the top of the box off. Inside was a perfectly pristine, brand new pink dress. Clover just held the box in her hands and stared at the dress for awhile. Something about this gesture stirred something in her. Without even realizing it, she had tears rolling down her cheeks. Clover quickly wiped away her tears and laughed awkwardly. “Dunno what came over me for a second there, sorry.” She gingerly set the box on the ground, and without a second thought, ripped off the mud stained dress she had been wearing for years. When she put the new dress on, she twirled around. “So? How I look?” Lone complimented her, and she just hummed in response and looked down at her new dress. They had never seen such a genuine smile on her face before. 

Charon: Lone and Charon were on a trip back to Underworld to visit some people and do some trading. Just before the reached the doors to the exhibit, Lone stopped. “What is it?” Charon asked in his gruff voice. Lone rustled around in their bag for a moment, before pulling out a wad of cloth. They whipped the cloth around for a bit, to get any bag-dust off of it, and to smooth it out a bit. Charon, absentmindedly was looking around the room, until Lone suddenly shoved their, thing, in his face. It was a jumpsuit. Just as long as he was. He gently took it from their hands, and looked at them for confirmation that this was the right move. Lone smiled. Apparently Lone had somehow made time to make Charon a new jumpsuit to wear under his gear. Though he has no idea when they did it, since he almost never left their side. “Thanks. I guess.” Charon was about to sling it over his shoulder before Lone stopped him, they wanted him to put it on right then. They explained that they wanted to make sure it fit, since his shoulders are so broad, they weren’t sure they got it right. He sighed, and removed all his gear. Amazingly, the jumpsuit fit perfectly, and was really comfortable too. Charon actually liked the sensation of not being dirty for once. He didn’t say much, but he was grateful. 

Dogmeat: Give the boy a little sweater and he WILL love it

Jericho: Lone had left Jericho back in Megaton for awhile, he didn’t ask anycha questions, it was a welcomed break. After a few days, Lone came back for him, and easily found him where he always was; Moriarty’s. Jericho was lounging around in one of the chairs in the side room. Barely conscious. He hadn’t even been drinking much, he’s just a sleepy old man. Lone stormed into the room, waking Jericho. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, he had something soft thrown at his face. He quickly ripped thing away from his face and yelled at Lone, “WHAT ARE YOU DOIN?!” There stood Lone, arms crossed, with a smirk on their face. They didn’t say anything. Jericho looked down at the soft thing in his hands. It was a sweater, neat and new. He moved the fabric around his fingers. Jericho could tell it was handmade. He turned the sweater over, to find that on the front, a colorful pony had been stitched on. “Uh oh. No.” He threw the sweater back at Lone, who just swatted the thing back in return. “I’m not going to wear this.” He said in a serious tone. Lone remained silent, waiting for him to put it on. Jericho knew they weren’t going to change their mind, or let him get out of this. He groaned loudly and put the sweater on roughly, above all his armor and gear. “HAPPY NOW?!” Lone nodded, and sat on a chair at the bar. Jericho huffed at them. Nova was laughing quietly in the corner of the room. Hearing this, Jericho quickly ripped the sweater off. He later wore it as pajamas, it’s very soft after all. 

Fawkes: Fawkes had been wearing his old tattered vault suit for as long as he could remember. The top half being nothing but the sleeves and collar. Despite this, it never occurred to him to change out of it, since it was all he knew. On one of their rest days, Lone had slid a large white cloth over to Fawkes. “What’s this?” He looked at Lone, without touching it. “A gift.” Lone waited and watched. He picked up the cloth, and let it unfold in his hands. It was a large, white tank top. The sides of it were gray, suggesting Lone had done their best to make it big enough to fit Fawkes. He laughed loudly, “Thanks!” He ripped off the remains of his old shirt with ease, and slipped the clean and new tank top over his head. It fit like a charm. Fawkes didn’t have much of a self image anymore, not after becoming a mutant. But for once in a long time, he felt like he looked pretty good. 

Star Paladin Cross: It is not often that people within the Brotherhood give each other gifts. Even on events such as birthdays, or graduating. Cross couldn’t even remember the last time she was given something that wasn’t a necessity. During a normal scavenging expedition, Lone surprised Cross with a little box wrapped in red ribbon. Cross was unexpectedly dazzled by this pop of color. Much of the wasteland is gray and brown, not much to look at.  “Oh! Goodness!” Her voice was pleasant. She gently took the box from Lone’s hands, and looked at them as though to ask if she could open it. They nodded and smiled. Cross carefully unwrapped the little box, careful not to harm the ribbon. To her surprise, inside was a long sleeve shirt, the collar of it the same red as the ribbon. She hummed with delight. “Thank you very much, I love it.” Even though the shirt was clean and pretty when she got it, Cross wore it so often under her armor it started to become a little grimy with time, but she didn’t want to take it off. It felt like a good luck charm! 

[pascalscenarios]

JUST THE WAY YOU ARE (Ricky Hauk x Reader)

Just The Way You Are

Scenarios Series

Ricky Hauk x Reader

Summary: Ricky feels as if he needs to change to keep up with your lavish life

Warning: Mentions of an abusive parent, social classes

Words: 1982

Author Note: Based on a scenario from my twitter. Ricky Hauk is so cute ugh! Enjoy! - K 

You first met Ricky when your car broke down on the side of the road. You managed to get to a payphone and look up in the yellow pages to see if you could get a tow truck down to where you were located. The first number you found was for Al’s Service Station.

After calling and waiting for 20 minutes, Ricky had come with a tow truck, wearing a mechanic jumpsuit and a red baseball cap worn backward.

“Hey, I’m Ricky” He greeted you quickly, then went straight to hooking up your car.

You give him a sweet smile introducing yourself.

“Thank you for coming- I don’t know what happened. One minute I was driving, next thing, my started smoking and stopped running”

“Don’t sweat it. I’ll take a look when we get back to the shop”

You thought Ricky was SO cute. He had gorgeous brown eyes that you ever saw.

On the car ride to the shop, you tried your best to make conversation with him. He didn’t say much. He was quiet and reserved. A man of few words.

You and Ricky had different upbringings. You have a perfect life. You came from a wealthy family and live in an affluent part of town. You could have anything you wanted. Ricky on the other hand had an abusive father growing up who is no longer in his life. He and his younger brother Joey were raised by a single mother and they struggled financially. They lived off paycheck to paycheck. Unlike you, Ricky couldn’t have the things he wished or dreamed for.

Ricky was hesitant around you. He knew how rich people were. One wrong move, or if you ended up saying something they found offensive, its cuffs slapped around his wrist.

He was already in a shitty mood and didn’t feel like talking. He got his two-week notice from Al that he was being laid off and his mom was still pretty ticked off at him thinking about the possibility of college, leaving her and his younger brother joey behind to fend for themselves. He didn’t need any more tension in his life.

Getting to the shop, he got to work on figuring out what was wrong with your fancy convertible. He popped open the hood of your car, looking around and fidgeting with different parts.

“Sometimes wrong with the engine. It’s gonna take an hour or two to fix. You might wanna call someone to come pick you up and come back later” he states.

“I’ll just wait, no biggie” you shrug.

He cocked his eyebrow at you. Were you serious? Why would someone like you willingly want to stay in a run-down part of town he thought. “You sure? We got a phone by the register-” he motions towards the desk

“I’m sure. I don’t mind waiting” you smile.

“Alright, suit yourself” turns his back towards you, crunches his face in confusion. He thought you were strange for deliberating staying.

You could have called someone to pick you up, but the truth is, you waited to stay to get to know Ricky and you weren’t in a rush to get home.

...

Ricky started to warm up to you after a while, making conversation with you as he worked on your car. You were sweet and you seemed different from the normal rich people he dealt with and he liked that. You treated him as an equal, not as someone who was below you.

After talking about anything and everything random things, you left him to focus on fixing your car. You probably irritated him. You wandered around the shop, exploring the different parts, tools, and old materials stashed around the garage.

Under a pile of greasy rags, you noticed a black leathered book. You opened it up to find writing inside. They were poems. Beautiful yet heart-wrenching poems. You were amazed by each one as you continued to flip the pages.

“Alright, your cars- hey!” Ricky quickly pulls out the rag from his back pocket, whipping the grease from his hands, and walking towards you.

He takes the books from your hand, closing it shut.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean- did you write those?”

He signs looking down at the book.

“Yeah… I did”

“They’re amazing! Do you like poetry?”

He nods. “Yeah, I love it.”

“I love writing! I’m majoring in journalism at Redding. My parents don’t see a future in it though. They want me to have a ‘real career’, whatever that means” you roll your eyes.

“Poems and writings are more of a hobby…I was thinking about taking a writing course down at Redding University. I went to go check a class out but I don’t know… thinking about it.”

“If you love and are passionate about writing and poetry, go for it. That’s what my grandma used to say. You’ve got a gift, Ricky.” You smile.

He changes the subject ”Uh your cars done- we should start it up, see if it’s running” he tosses the book on the side on top of an old crate and walks with you over his car.

You slide into your car, putting the key into the ignition, the engine roaring again.

“Ah! Thank you so much!” You get out of the car and hug him tightly. He was taken back by your hug, but he smiled and wrapped his arms around you.

“Here,” You said handing him money.

“Thanks,” he stuffed it in his pocket.

“It was nice meeting you, Ricky” you smile.

“Drive safe, if you have any trouble, just come by” …

“Ricky!” You shout coming back a couple of days later. He was laying on a creeper and rolled himself out from underneath the car he was working on. “Hey!” he sits upright, grabbing a towel from his pocket and wiping his hands. He gets up walking towards you.

“You alright? Your cars not giving you any trouble is it?” He says, continuing to wipe his hands.

“No, I came to see you actually.” You start blushing slightly.

“Me? Can you see me?” he points to himself in disbelief.

“Yeah, I wanted to bring you this” you hand him a book. “As a thank you”

He stuffs the towel back in his pocket, taking the blue canvas-covered book from your hands.

He brings it to flip through the pages, noticing they were filled with poems.

“It’s a book of poems. I’ve had it since I was little, but I wanted you to have it”

“What?- No I can take this-”

“It’s inspired me a lot, maybe it will spark something in you”

“Look this is nice in all, but I-”

“Don’t argue with me and just take the book!” you laughed.

He smiled “Alright, alright…” he chuckled. “Thank you”

“Bye” you waved towards him walking back to your car.

“Wait! Before I go-” he is getting a little shy now. “Do you maybe you want to hang out sometimes? We could go catch a movie or something do else- or if you don’t wanna hang out that's fin-”

“Are you asking me out?” you cocked his eyebrow at him

“Y-yeah…if that's okay”

A giddy smile appeared on your face, you took the pen from the front pocket of this jumpsuit, taking his greasy stained hand, and scribbled your number down.

“You better call me, or I'm just going to have to come back here and find you” you laugh.

And since then, you and Ricky have been inseparable ever since.

…

You and Ricky were friends at first, but eventually the more the two of you started spending time together, you both started falling for each other.

You had brought him home to meet your friends and family. They were disapproving of you dating a guy from the wrong side of the tracks, but you didn't care what they thought about the two of you. Under the tough and hard exterior that protected him from outsiders, he was sweet, loving and protective towards his family, thoughtful, hard-working, and intelligent.

After meeting your friends and family, Ricky realized who he was and where he came from wasn’t going to be good enough for you… or in this case your friends and family. He was so out of his element and stuck out like a sore thumb in your world, and everyone noticed. And it wasn’t just the fact he was underdressed, but the fact they have accomplished so much, and here he was financially unstable, not going to school, and jobless. He needed to change if he wanted to keep up with you and the people in your life.

You didn’t even have to try with his family. Just like Ricky, his mother and brother had to warm up to you first. His mother wasn’t sure of your intentions, but once she saw how you two were together, you gained her trust and she welcomed you with open arms. Joey liked you from the moment you told him that you loved macaroni and cheese.

After Ricky had met your friends and family, you saw a change in him. You had no idea what was going on. He was like a whole different person, acting like the snobby people you grew up with.

You brought him to another family event. He was dressed up fancy, which he looked very handsome but it wasn’t him, that wasn’t your Ricky and introduced himself as Richard?

The whole night you watched him not lie about himself and laugh at jokes you knew he didn’t find funny.

This wasn’t your Ricky.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Yeah sure, excuse us” he smiles at your parents' friends.

You walk outside to the garden and turn to face him.

“What the hell is going on?” you question.

“What do you mean?”

“For the past several weeks, you haven't been acting like yourself. That’s not you in there. I don't know who the hell is standing in front of me, because surely this isn’t my Ricky. Where’s the guy I fell in love with? A mechanic who loves and has a passion for poetry…”

He noticed how upset you were. Tears forming in your eyes. He thought this would make you happy.

He sighs. He couldn’t keep up his charade. “I just..” he pauses. “After meeting your friends and family…I realized I’m not good enough for you. I don’t belong in your world. I’m from the opposite side of town, I’m from a single-parent and low-income household. All these people see right through me...they see me as nothing- I just thought if I changed-“

“Ricky” You cup his face in your hands. Your thumbs stroking his cheeks.

“You don’t ever have to change who you are for me! I see you! I know who you are, I know your heart. I don’t care about your past or where you come from. Who you are as a person means way more to me than your upbringing and how much money you have. I love me just the way you are.”

“You mean that?”

“Of course...With every fiber in me...I love you” You kiss him softly.

You both pull away, your foreheads resting against each other. “Let’s get out of here, please,” he says.

“Where do you wanna go?” you asked.

“God anywhere but here” he laughed. “How about dinner near your place, the one you took me to on our first date,” you asked. “I feel like eating a greasy burger, fries, and a milkshake.”

He laughed, “alright”

“Okay, we better hurry up before my parents try to stop us” you chuckle.

“They’re going to kill me...they don’t like you being out on my side of town so late,” He says, taking your hand as you quickly exit, using the side gate.

“They can get over it and besides I’ll be okay because I'll be with you.”

MT // @wifeofdindjarin @icanbeyourjedi @sara-alonso@greeneyedblondie44 @hb8301​  @alberta-sunrise @spacenerdpascal @ryleyrooroo @reader-s-cantina

[woodelf68]

Five Lokis and a Sif Meet Up In The Void

For the @sifkiweek prompt “Love”. When I teasingly suggested Sif & Lokigator as a pairing, @psychoticgirl said ‘write it’. This started out really short and cracky but then changed to something actually serious. This is for her. Summary: Exactly what it says on the tin. Words; 1431, rating: G. 

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Sif had been having a really bad day. She had been ripped from her timeline, unceremoniously stripped naked and dropped into some godawful ugly beige jumpsuit, and condemned for violating something called the Sacred Timeline without having a chance to speak a single word in her defense. Which might have been hard to do anyway, since she didn't know what she had done wrong. And then she had been "pruned", and ended up in some sort of wasteland, lacking any armour or weapons. For lack of any better options, she had begun walking, hoping to find something or someone to help her.

What she had found had been a motley group of people, one of whom she immediately recognised as Loki, although he was subtly different than the one she knew. Part of that, however, may have been due to the fact that he was dressed like one of the agents she had left behind in the TVA, in nondescript slacks and a button down shirt and tie, garments that she scorned as being utterly useless in providing any sort of protection in battle, but which, she had to admit, were still marginally better than the shapeless garment that she wore. At least the clothes seemed to fit him well, and she couldn't help but appreciate how the thin shirt clung to the contours of Loki's chest. Strangely enough, however, he was the only one of the group who wasn't wearing a variation of his familiar horned helmet.

"Sif!" he exclaimed when he saw her, and the next several minutes were filled with both questions and explanations. Apparently all his companions were Loki variants from other universes, from the older man in the odd jester-like costume to the dark-skinned man with the gaudy gold hammer (surely that wasn't some version of Mjõlnir?) to the boy (who at least was dressed in something that looked like what she would have expected a Loki to be wearing) to the low-slung animal on the ground, whom she had at first thought must simply be a very odd pet that the boy had made friends with. She stared at it dubiously, and had to fight back a grin at the sight of the strap keeping his horns secured to his flat reptilian head. It was, she had to admit, one of the most stupidly cute things she had ever seen.

"Are you sure about the alligator?" she asked, just needing to be clear.

"We think so. He had the horns on when he arrived here," said the boy, who had told her to call him Kid Loki. "Be careful, though -- he bites."

"So would I." Sif said matter-of-factly, "If I couldn't hold a blade in my hands."  Curiously she circled the alligator, who pivoted in place to keep her in his line of sight. She realised that he was quite small in size -- she knew they grew much larger than that -- and she wondered if he was much older than the child whose side he kept close to. According to what they had said, none of them would ever be able to see their families again -- something that she wasn't willing to accept just yet -- but she tried to imagine being told that as a child and her heart went out to the pair of them. She squatted down to address the alligator at his own level. If he were a Loki, she would treat him as if he had the same intelligence as her own prince, until he showed otherwise. "But you won't bite me, will you Loki? I mean you no harm. What happened to you? Did you get stuck in a shapeshift? That happened to my Loki once, when he was still new to the skill. He needed his mother to help him shift back. I bet you miss your mother, don't you?" she asked softly. "All your family, but especially her, if you're anything like my Loki. I can't replace them, but we could be friends, if you like?” Not making any sudden movements, she held out her hand, palm up, and let it hang in the air between them.

"Sif -- "

"Be quiet."  

Alligator Loki made a plaintive noise, and then, to everyone's astonishment, moved slowly forward and laid his closed snout in her hand.

"Oh, that's my good boy," Sif crooned, and rubbed the underside of his jaw.  The gator's eyes closed in contentment and a soft chirruping noise escaped from his throat. "That's it, everything will be all right." Even if that weren't true, even if they were stuck here, if he were as young as she suspected, then she knew how comforting it could be just to hear an adult say that.

"Did his tail just wag?" demanded the Loki who looked like hers. "Sif, I can't believe you just did that; he could have taken your hand off!"

"The fact that the youngest of you stood relaxed within easy snapping distance of his jaws told me that he wasn't a mindless beast," said Sif calmly. "And I would far rather have a Loki whom I can trust to have my back in battle than one whom I need to fear stabbing me in it. Or biting me, as the case may be." She smiled and shifted her hand to the top of alligator Loki's head as he ducked his snout back down and shoved his head further under her hand. Gently she stroked the leathery hide. "Honestly, haven't any of you tried to make friends with him?"

"I did," Kid Loki said, beaming at her.

"I really only just got here a short while before you did," said nearly-her-Loki, somewhat defensively. He looked at her and told himself he did not feel envious of the way she was stroking his alligator self.

"We are on affable enough terms," said the older Loki.

The one whom they had called Boastful Loki said nothing. Sif took note of that and stood up, earning a disgruntled hiss from Gator Loki. She glanced down at him and wondered if her shapeshifting idea were wrong. Why would he be wearing a helmet? She had never seen her Loki keep any form of human clothing upon himself when he shifted to an animal form. In fact --

"If you all came through the TVA, why aren't you all wearing something like what I've got on?" She gestured to herself distastefully.

"Oh, sorry -- what would you like to be wearing?" Loki -- since he hadn't given himself a further descriptive name like the others, she supposed she would think of him as just that -- asked.

"What I usually wear," she said. "Tunic. Leggings. Armour. Boots."

"Sounds the same as my Sif," he said, and waved his hand.

Sif felt his magic wrap around her, and the unpleasantly synthetic feeling of the jumpsuit disappeared to be replaced with well-fitting linen and wool and leather-backed steel. The oddly-fastened shoes gave way to familiar, high boots. "I love you," she said fervently, feeling much more comfortable in herself even if she were still unarmed. "But if you can do that -- why are you still dressed like that? Don't tell me that's the fashion in the Asgard that you come from."

"Well, no. They gave me this at the TVA when I was allowed out on a trip to help them hunt down another variant of myself who was causing them trouble. And I just -- " He thought of Sylvie, and hoped she was well, then shrugged. "I suppose I had more on my mind than what I was wearing. But if you don't like it -- " It wasn't his battle armour, but he summoned something of what he would usually wear around the palace from his dimensional pocket, and his form shimmered into one of green and black and gold, the weight of leather and metal replacing the thin garments that he had been wearing. He shook back his cape, and straightened his posture.

"Better?" he asked.

Sif grinned wolfishly. "Much. Now you look like a prince." She judiciously refrained from mentioning that his hair still looked like it could use a good brushing for the moment and looked around. If they were not dead -- and none of them thought so -- then there had to be a way out of here, and that way was apparently guarded by a sentient cloud monster. "And the Loki Odinson that I know would never accept exile in such a desolate place. So tell me, your highness --" She broke off, and made a sweeping gesture that included all of them -- "Your highnesses, how we are going to get out of here."

[solalunar-eclipse]

45.06°N, 1.656°E

Summary: Rouge deserves more cool.

Word count: about 4200 words

Author’s Note: Hopefully my writing abilities haven’t deteriorated too much over the hiatus- but either way, please enjoy! (Side note: this is technically set after Scars You Can’t See, but it isn’t vital to read that if you haven’t already)

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It was truly a beautiful day outside in Empire City. Puffy clouds drifted across a rich blue sky, a light breeze pushing them along as the sun shone down brightly- just enough to bring the temperature up to a comfortable range. Its rays shimmered upon one of the many tall, silvery buildings that this city was known for, threatening to leave a temporary mark on the vision of anyone who looked at it for too long. This particular building advertised itself as an insurance company’s headquarters, and it looked perfectly in place amongst all the other skyscrapers in the city.

The activities going on inside, however, were anything but ‘in place’.

Near the very top of the towering structure, a bat sat in front of a wall-sized computer screen, her black-gloved fingers flying across the keyboard. Firewalls and security systems fell like sandcastles swept out by the tide- no corner of this building was safe when she was in control. Identity checks meant nothing to her, passwords were a breeze, and two-factor authentication? A joke.

Rouge smiled in satisfaction, taking a break to stretch out her fingers now that she was successfully through the various measures designed to keep hackers like her out of these computers. With a click of the mouse and a few keys tapped, the various sums of money the people who worked here had stolen began to make their way back to their rightful owners’ bank accounts.

After all, this building didn’t actually house an insurance company. That was just a cover story for the real business here- draining the cash out of innocent people’s funds. Rouge had been determined to stop this as soon as she’d learned about it before any more people got hurt (when she stole it was usually from rich people who could afford to have one of many diamonds go missing- this was just cruel!), and now she’d successfully completed about half the job. Just returning the money wasn’t quite enough, of course- this scheme had been running for over a year now, and it was about time someone put a stop to it for good. 

That was where her friends came in.

While she manned the cameras, Shadow and Omega were grabbing plenty of physical evidence from the various offices throughout the building- more than enough to incriminate everyone who worked here. Rouge’s job was mostly to ensure that they could get what they needed without any serious trouble. It might be a difficult task, considering that Omega was set on blowing up most of the tech stored here...but she was prepared to deal with that.

The bat leaned back in her chair, catching a quick glimpse of herself in the window as she did so. Ever since they’d left G.U.N., a great perk (in addition to the lack of association with a corrupt military organization, obviously) was that they could wear whatever they wanted on the job. Before, Rouge had really been pushing it on ‘formality’ with her jumpsuit alone, and even then she hadn’t been allowed to wear anything else while on the job for the sake of ‘consistency’.

Now, in a drastic change from her usual style, she wore a tight black leather jumpsuit over a purple shirt, complete with white gloves and high-heeled boots. The latter two had neon blue accents, too, providing a burst of color as well as an actual light source to see by- perfect for dark missions.

Shadow and Omega hadn’t been allowed any personal effects re: clothing before due to the fact that a few too many supervisors saw them as weapons and not people. Rouge had of course argued against this, but there was only so much one person could do.

Now, though, the bat had insisted that both of her friends get more clothing- ‘if nothing else then to stick it to them’ were her exact words- and they had both taken to it quite well after an initial period of hesitancy. Omega in particular had been quite devastated (and then promptly offended) upon discovering that no leather jackets were currently produced in his specific size. Eventually, however, he was placated with the offer of a fedora, claiming it made him look ‘VERY MYSTERIOUS’. He had now taken to collecting hats as well as weaponry.

Shadow could fit into a leather jacket, on the other hand, and consequently owned about five of them, three of which he’d bought within the same week. Today he wore one with red stitching, and while he hadn’t had anything to say about it, Rouge had caught him admiring it in the mirror before the mission (at which point he scowled, blushed green to his ears, and teleported away).

Right now, though, he and Omega were quietly discussing which documents to take and which ones to leave behind. It would raise suspicions far too quickly if the criminals inhabiting this building came back to discover a completely bare office, after all, so they only took several receipts of major transactions as well as a list of the bank account numbers that had been hacked- and some future targets as well.

(Was this whole thing illegal? Kind of. Did anyone really mind so long as they were helping others? Not really. After all, Tails was totally not old enough to fly a plane, but at this point the government had basically thrown up their hands and said ‘whatever I guess’, so it was fine.)

“ROUGE.” Omega said suddenly, making the bat stop her musing and drop her feet from the desk. “THIS IS IMPORTANT.”

“Yeah, hon? What is it?” she asked, ready to deal with any problems that might arise.

“MY HAT KEEPS FALLING OFF. I REQUIRE SOME SORT OF METHOD TO KEEP IT ON.”

The bat sighed and gave a relieved laugh as Shadow hissed, “Omega! This is a serious mission!”

“It’s alright, Shadow. Omega, we’ll find some double-sided tape or something when we get home, alright?”

The robot paused for a moment, thinking. “THIS IS ACCEPTABLE.”

As Rouge watched, they gathered up the rest of the items and began to move towards the lobby. Today was an off day for the ‘business’, so most of the hallways would be empty. The secretary out front would take his usual break to go get lunch in two minutes as well, giving them a clear chance to escape.

And of course that was when everything went wrong.

It turned out that leaving G.U.N. (while the right idea) wasn’t without its occasional disadvantages. If they’d still been part of the military organization, then they would’ve had the resources to figure out that these criminals were more than a little paranoid, so their security system ran diagnostics every hour on the dot. When it discovered the hacking, it locked Rouge’s access to any other computer terminal and then restricted every single application on that one computer.

These people weren’t exactly beginners when it came to computers, after all.

The bat jumped out of her chair the second her computer glitched and froze, panicked. “Guys. Guys, get out of here right now.” she said urgently into her microphone. “I can bust out a window but you two have to go right now-”

She froze as, on the screen, multiple armed guards and two gigantic mechs dropped down onto the ground level and pointed their guns at Shadow and Omega. The robot moved to cover the hybrid’s back as Shadow pulled his favorite katana sword out of its scabbard.

Rouge refused to sit and watch another minute, kicking the door off its hinges hard enough to slam it against the opposite wall and tearing down the hallway to save her teammates.

Shadow and Omega fought well in the meantime, managing to take out one of the mechs and several guards too. Occasionally, Shadow even curled up and was promptly fired out of his friend’s cannon at top speed, turning into a deadly projectile all by himself.

Eventually, though, one of the guards got too smart and pulled out a stun gun, shocking Omega long enough to put the robot temporarily out of commission. Shadow spun around to defend his friend, using the Chaos Emerald he’d brought along to deliver a devastating blow- but he had nobody to watch his back now, and it barely took a minute before the mech found an opening to slam him into the wall as he dealt with the guards.

Shadow dropped to the ground weakly, temporarily unconscious. Omega was still struggling to get his systems back online.

Rouge, meanwhile, was furious.

The bat rushed to the balcony overlooking the lobby from the third floor, her teeth bared as she watched the mech move into position, prepared to bring its giant fist down on Shadow’s unmoving body. Flipping over the railing, she free-fell the three stories to the ground, slamming both heels into the marble and leaving a long crack across the floor. She snatched up the Emerald from the tile where it had fallen out of Shadow’s quills, holding it tightly in her hand. 

“Leave him alone. Now.” she snarled.

When the mech pilot gave her nothing more than a cursory glance, raising the steel fist higher, Rouge charged.

An ultrasonic shriek exploded from her lungs, making every other human in the room double over and clutch their ears. At the exact same time, the glass in the extra-tall windows of the lobby vibrated, cracked, and then shattered into hundreds of pieces.

Rouge didn’t see any of that. Rouge didn’t care about any of that. All she could see was the hedgehog she’d come to care about so much about to be crushed by someone who barely even knew his name.

She jumped up and whirled around in the air, the power of her wings suddenly (strangely) strong enough to send the mech swaying backwards slightly, before lashing out with a kick that dented the chestplate of the thing and hit it hard enough to-

-and Rouge’s eyes widened-

-to send it flying through the shattered windows and down the street that the building faced, so far that it became nothing more than a speck in the horizon.

This was, incidentally, a mech that weighed over two tons. 

Omega, near the other end of the room, silently thanked every inventor that had ever lived (aside from Eggman) that he had powered back on in time to see this.

Rouge, however, didn’t spare more than a second to think about it, instead dropping to her knees to check on Shadow. The moment she pressed the Chaos Emerald back into his hand, the hybrid’s eyes began to open slowly.

“Ugh….what happened…?”

“That moron of a pilot smacked you into a wall, hon. Are you gonna be okay?” Rouge asked, scanning his face for any sign of a concussion.

Shadow blinked twice, then suddenly sat bolt upright, his eyes wide. “...Rouge? Are you sure you’re alright?” 

The bat frowned, confused, looking over herself. “Yeah, hon, I’m….”

She froze.

While Rouge had seen many strange things in her time, the sight of her lower legs and feet glowing bright purple was certainly a first.

As she jumped back from Shadow in surprise, she let go of the Chaos Emerald in his hand, making the aura surrounding her fade. “What...what was that?”

“YOU WERE SO COOL. THAT IS WHAT THAT WAS.” Omega declared, hauling himself to his feet and walking over. “YOU BEGAN TO GLOW AND KICKED THAT INFERIOR CREATION SEVERAL MILES AWAY. THE ONLY REGRET IN THIS SCENARIO IS THAT YOU WERE UNABLE TO CONTINUE DESTROYING YOUR ENEMIES, AS THERE WAS ONLY ONE OF THEM.”

Shadow looked up at her in surprise and- was that a little bit of awe? “I should have known you’d be able to use Chaos powers!” he said, shaking his head as he got to his feet. “Incredible...it’s no wonder you’re so resilient in battle.”

Rouge pointedly ignored the light flush on her face from all of this praise. “Well, we’ve got what we came for, so there. We’ll leave all of this evidence-” and clearly she wasn’t just talking about the papers- “for that new organization the government’s setting up. What’s it called again?”

Omega shrugged- an odd motion with his bulky shoulders. “THEY’RE STILL DECIDING. HOPEFULLY IT TURNS OUT TO BE SOMETHING COOL.”

“Well, whatever their name is, it’s their job now to deal with all this.” Rouge said, gesturing around at the general mess.

At that moment, the secretary returned with his food, only to stop dead in his tracks and stare at the three members of Team Dark amongst the wreckage of two gigantic robots and a lot of broken glass.

The bat ‘s face split into a wide, wicked grin, pointing directly at him. “And you’ll be the one to explain it to them!”

(It took one extremely short chase to retrieve the man- who foolishly thought he could lose Shadow and Rouge in the alleyways- before he was tied to one of the disgustingly ostentatious pillars by Omega. The team then went home and spent the next two hours watching Rouge glow and then break things…mostly things she meant to hit.)

…

Several days later, her team and Sonic's crew (plus Amy Rose) were in a different city, dealing with the usual biweekly Eggman attack. This one seemed, unfortunately, to not have most of the weak spots that usually came into play when fighting one of his giant robots, as both the power source and the mad scientist in question were heavily guarded.

However, after a particularly well-timed attack from Omega, Amy, and Knuckles all at once, Rouge spotted a panel that was currently rather dented and bent open with some wiring spilling out, and knew exactly what to do.

“Shadow! Omega! Cover me!” she shouted, leaping into the air and soaring towards the robot.

Immediately, she saw several smaller robots explode in her periphery, having fallen victim to the deadly lasers and Chaos Spears that her friends used. Her focus was on one thing and one thing only, though- making it up to that panel.

The moment Rouge latched on, she pulled open the panel the rest of the way and began to rewire the machine at an impressive pace. While she might not be the same kind of tech expert as Tails, who built devices and wrote code most people with a PhD couldn’t understand if they tried, one thing she certainly knew was how to make computers do what she wanted.

Eventually, though, Eggman caught on to what she was doing and tried to swat her off his mech with its two giant metal fists. “What do you think you’re doing down there with my robot?” he shouted, swinging at her wildly.

Suddenly, one of the fists in question promptly vanished, replaced by a smoking hole and a bunch of wires where a functioning steel hand was supposed to be. Rouge, startled, looked around for what could possibly have caused this- and promptly relaxed upon seeing Omega retracting his biggest laser cannon (which was glowing red-hot) back into his chassis with a glare up at his creator.

Thankfully, he’d also provided just the distraction she needed to rewire the last few parts, at which point she jumped off just as the robot began to spin wildly...and then its entire midsection exploded, launching the command center with Eggman still inside a good fifty feet into the air.

The bat landed on the ground to cheers from her friends and took a dramatic bow. Omega clapped a hand on her shoulder in a friendly way (which meant he only knocked the wind out of her and didn’t shove her several feet deep into the asphalt) as Shadow looked on with his arms folded, but still clearly proud.

“Wow, Rouge!” Tails exclaimed, his eyes wide and smile wider. “I didn’t realize you knew your way around that kind of tech that well- you should totally stop by my lab sometime!”

The bat shrugged. “It comes with the job, that’s all.” she insisted, but internally she was more than a little surprised- it still didn’t quite come naturally to her to consider that people would be impressed by what she did. All G.U.N. had ever told her was that she’d done ‘as well as was expected’, which made it seem like her skills were just average. Seeing someone who she’d mostly considered an acquaintance telling her how incredible her skills were when to her it was just ‘something I can do’ was...pretty nice, actually.

Rouge offered him a quick grin as the other three heroes came rushing up to her in varying states of surprise and excitement. “I just might take you up on that offer sometime.”

…

A week after that, Team Dark was spending time at the Station Square mall together- a common occurrence for them. It had good clothes, tolerable food, and most importantly lots of jewelry stores. They were here today because Rouge’s favorite was having a sale, and she refused to miss out on any opportunity to shop for gems.

After about an hour of looking around in the store (most of which was spent attempting to prevent Rouge from emptying said store and/or sneaking things out from inside locked cases), the three finally left with about four tiny bags of jewelry, which Omega wore hooked over his fingers. “THIS SEEMS WASTEFUL, BUT ALSO AMUSING.” he’d commented, at which point the bat riding on his shoulder gasped in mock outrage and began to vehemently defend the store’s choices.

They hadn’t gone more than a few steps, though, before she heard some gasps and squeals somewhere off to the left. She sighed. Some people seemed to have this odd hero-worship thing around Shadow, but the attention only made him feel awkward, so it looked like she’d have to play guard as usual here. Drifting down from her perch as the three young women approached, she said, “Alright, ladies, what are you here for?”

The bravest of the three moved forward, clutching something in her hands. “Uh…”

Rouge prepared herself to say no on behalf of her friend, to hear complaints like ‘why can’t we talk to Shadow?? You suck”, but then-

“...can you sign this poster, please?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t— wait, what?”

The bat stared at the poster, her eyes wide. A picture of herself looked right back at her, a smirk spread across her printed self’s face as jewels dripped from the hand not resting on her hip.

The photo was rather outdated now, having been taken not long after the ARK disaster. Post-crisis, Sonic had insisted that everyone (except for Eggman, since he’d caused that whole mess in the first place) get recognition for trying to save the planet together...and that included her. 

Rouge and Sonic had both been wearing Shadow’s inhibitor rings during that photo shoot. It was their way of making sure that even though he wasn’t with them any longer, even though nobody would really remember who he was, he’d still live on in some little way without a big announcement.

She took the poster quickly, shaking off old memories, and gave them a genuine smile- rare for strangers. “Of course, hon!” she said, taking the offered pen and signing her name with a flourish and a little heart.

The one who’d asked promptly squealed and clutched at the poster, a big grin on her face. “Oh wow, thank you sooo much!” she gushed. “You know, you’re, like, my hero, right? Everyone always just, like, says that you can’t look good and be a real hero at the same time, you’re either a sell-out or too serious...but, you’re, like, both?? And that’s just so, y’know, empowering? To see someone looking fabulous and being a hero, but like not taking any nasty comments about it?”

Both her friends agreed eagerly, and Rouge found herself blushing just a little at all this praise. “If either of you have anything else, I could write something on those too,” she offered, still feeling a little bit bewildered at the moment.

This earned her two simultaneous squeals of “Really?!” followed by a lot of frantic searching for paper. Rouge was more than happy to sign her name there too, even adding a little message to each of them- and to the poster for good measure. As the three fans cheered, snapped a quick selfie with her (which was something she so wasn’t used to either), and then rushed off with a “thank you so much!!” Rouge found herself still smiling as she turned to walk back to her friends.

Shadow and Omega had moved a little ways away during all of the fuss, and now they were sporting similarly pleased expressions with more than a little bit of smugness mixed in. “SEE?” Omega asked, and Rouge could tell he’d be smirking if he were able to do so. “WE HAVE TOLD YOU OVER AND OVER AGAIN THAT YOU ARE EXCEPTIONALLY COOL. YOU DIDN’T BELIEVE US THEN, THOUGH….DO YOU NOW?” He stopped there and somehow promptly assumed an even stronger I-told-you-so air than before.

“Maybe you’ll even get your own fanclub before long...oh, wait. Look what I just found.” Shadow added, tossing his phone over to her. Only the faintest of smirks was visible on his face (they were in public, after all) as Rouge stared at the screen proclaiming the current website to be “The Official Rouge Fansite (anyone feel free to join!!)”.

The bat found herself blushing to her ears, flattered and surprised by all of the support she hadn’t known existed until now.

Omega picked her up and set her on his shoulder, turning his head to look up at his friend. “COOL PEOPLE LIKE YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TO WALK PLACES.”

“And-” Shadow added, slinging the bags she’d acquired at the store over her shoulder. “-cool people like you shouldn’t have to carry anything either.”

Rouge wondered briefly if her grin might strain her face if it grew much wider. Leaping down for a moment, she hovered in the air just long enough to ruffle the quills on top of Shadow’s head before perching back on Omega’s shoulder and patting the robot fondly. “You two dorks are the best.” she said warmly.

Shadow huffed and began to walk on ahead, clearly embarrassed. “DORK.” Omega called after the hedgehog, his eyes brightening by about fifteen percent in good humor. 

“She called you one too, you know.” Shadow replied without looking back.

“YES, BUT YOUR DORKINESS IS MORE OBVIOUS.” Omega declared, by now shouting across several stores as Rouge tried to stifle a laugh.

“If you don’t catch up and stop talking I’ll hide all the hats in your favorite store and you’ll never find them.” the hybrid growled.

Rouge promptly discovered that Omega, despite weighing a thousand pounds, could in fact move quite quickly when threatened with the loss of a chance to add to his new clothing collection. The robot fired all of his boosters at once, sending them flying down that particular wing of the mall and nearly slamming into a wall in the process.

After a spirited chase that lasted over five minutes (along with lots of shouts of “get him, Omega!” and jumping off balconies and general taunting), the group was promptly escorted out of the mall without a chance to enjoy the store they’d started the ‘fight’ over in the first place.

Rouge watched her two friends sulk for a minute before smirking suddenly. 

“Guess what?” she asked, stepping back to look at both of them.

When she had their attention, she pulled out a nice new summer outfit with a laugh…from that same place.

“You didn’t.” Shadow said, staring at the clothing.

“OH, SHE DID.” 

Rouge then proceeded to pull both a cool hat in all gold and a nice blue bomber jacket out from behind her back as well, her smile widening even more. “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten you two at all. Or forgotten to pay, either.” she added quickly with a sigh. She soon shifted to watching with delight, though, as Shadow’s eyes widened considerably and Omega’s head whirled to fixate on her hand. 

“HAND IT OVER.” he ordered, holding out his clawed, metallic fingers insistently.

“Well...since you asked so rudely...no.” Rouge replied, before leaping into the sky with a grin.

“What?” Shadow gasped.

The robot’s eyes narrowed. “DON’T YOU DARE.”

Rouge flew higher at that. “Oh, but I do dare.” She wheeled around and began to fly off at top speed, snickering at the sound of indignant shouts behind her. Soon enough, she heard the swish-swish of Shadow’s skates and the clanking of Omega not far behind.

They might be able to catch her eventually, she mused, soaring through a gap between buildings- she wasn’t that fast, really. It wouldn’t be easy for them at all, though. 

After all, Rouge was just as powerful as they were, in her own way.